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thoughtless-muse · 16 days

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“for whom the tongue craves to taste,” [d.d]

“the cdc showers”

a/n: quick disclaimer – this is actually just a snippet of a larger piece that I’m putting together (a smutty 5+1 prompt, five times daryl made you cum, and the one time he let you return the favor) but as it’s my first real attempt at smut, I wanted to post this as a means to garner some constructive criticism before finishing the piece. If you’d be so kind to read and lmk your thoughts/critiques, I’d really appreciate it!

EDIT: I know it’s not how the majority of 5+1 prompts are done, but I’ve decided to post each segment as they are finished. I just think it’s an easier/less stressful method for me, so I hope you guys don’t mind the posting choice. the posts will be linked together for easier access.

the cdc showers – arrow mishaps lead to frisky fun – ever done it in a loft? – cold iron bars – the watchtower – I want a taste, too

c/w: explicit sexual content, cunnilingus, shower cunnilingus, tongue fucking, fingering, language, dirty talk, undisclosed age gap, 18+

word count: 2.4k

that morning, had anyone scooped you off to the side and told you that mere hours after arriving at the pipe-dream that was the CDC you’d be corralled into a hot shower with none other than daryl dixon squished between your thighs, you’d have laughed straight in their face and directed them towards the nearest mental institution – not that that would do anyone much good, given the state of things; but had anyone declared a statement that outrageous, you’d have thought their mind already gone, much like the drooling, shuffling, decaying bodies wandering the earth.

yet here you were, a steady jet of hot water battering the sore muscles of your back, liquor-laden torso slightly slumped, thighs spread open by broad shoulders and daryl dixon’s wicked tongue licking your little cunny straight to nirvana.

how the fuck did you even end up here, anyway?

it was so uncharacteristic of you – you knew next to nothing about daryl dixon. he was simply a mutual stranger. you’d never even had more than a few fleeting conversations with the man, for fuck’s sake; if you could even call them that. daryl was brusque and wholly unapproachable, and his attitude left a lot to be desired. due to his unpleasantness, you’d opted to keep your distance and observe rather than to interact. to be completely honest, you’d been more judgmental rather than observant of the man before, back at the quarry, internally critiquing his sour attitude, accent and frayed clothes; and, shamefully, even at times presuming that he was some forty year old virgin that had been holed up in his mother’s basement before the world went to shit – but, fuck, were you ever wrong.

maybe he was forty, maybe he had been holed up in his mother’s basement, who the fuck knows, but he sure as fuck wasn’t a virgin – at least, his tongue wasn’t. the way he moved it, fucked it into you, made a mess of you with it, there was no way he wasn’t experienced with it.

you let out a loud, trembling gasp when daryl suddenly broke his tender tongue-flicks to slide his teeth gently against your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

okay, fuck, scratch that. he was experienced with his whole mouth.

unlike the few other men you’d allowed to taste the heaven between your legs, daryl used his entire lower face to devour you – his tongue was the star of the show, of course, but his lips, nose and chin made a hell of a supporting cast. when his tongue was busy fucking your walls, his nose was right against your clit in its place, his head shaking side to side, applying just enough pressure to bring you pleasure but not enough to stimulate you into orgasm; and then, as if he could simply innately sense when you were becoming desperate for more, his tongue would slip from your hole and return to your clit once more, circling and flicking it with expert movements, quickly bringing you right back to that sweet precipice.

how long had he been at it?

the water wasn’t cold yet – or maybe your body was just too hot to register that it was; but with the amount of times that daryl had built then robbed you of your orgasm, you drunkenly surmised that it had to of been a good fifteen minutes. any other man would have tapped out from exhaustion already.

of course, there were times when his tongue would get tired, but even then, unlike your previous lovers, he seemed loathe to leave you without any contact – he would alternate between giving your clit chaste little kisses and moving his lips against your entire cunt as if it were a second mouth that he was intent on claiming; then, when his tongue was rested enough, he would dive right back into devouring you.

it was absolutely wrecking you, in the best and worst ways.

maybe it was simply the affects of the alcohol swimming through your veins that fed you the illusion of this being the best damn head you’d ever received; maybe it was because you certainly didn’t have a lot of other experiences to compare it to; or maybe it was the warmth that came with the comfort of hot water and a full stomach that made it so much better – either way, you were almost at the brink now, again, thighs quaking with the effort of holding your body upright and staving off your impending orgasm; you knew daryl would more than likely take it away if he sensed it, and you weren’t sure if you could handle that.

“oh, god,” you hissed out when daryl flattened his tongue against your clit, flicking it with short, harsh movements, before slipping it down to part your folds and lick up your slit. he transitioned between the repetitive movements at a near imperceptible speed, without ever having to trade out accuracy and rhythm for it. it was a dangerous cocktail of pleasure that had you damn near seeing stars. each harsh swipe of his tongue against your clit sent zips of electricity up your spine, and built a familiar tension within your gut.

“ya like tha’, sweetheart?” daryl parted from your cunt just enough to inquire huskily, his voice so low that you barely even managed to catch it over the volume of the hissing spray. you nearly whined at the loss of his tongue, and, rather than answer his question, which you could hardly even decipher at the moment, you reached a hand down to tangle your fingers into the short hair at his nape, using what leverage you had to push his head forward until the tip of his nose brushed against your sensitive clit once more.

“no, d-don’t – don’t talk…” you slurred out, tugging at his hair insistently and pulling a deep, rumbling chuckle from the man below you.

“some manners you have,” daryl drawled, but to your delight, returned his tongue to your slit, parting your wet folds and slipping it past the rim of your tight entrance. your fingers twitched against his nape as you released a high, airy sigh, and your hips began to move of their own accord, humping your cunt against his face and pulling even more vibrating vocalizations from his throat. you just wanted firmer friction, damn it.

your stomach was stirring, tight, that pressure slowly mounting. it felt fucking good, the way he was thrusting and wiggling his tongue against your gummy walls, fucking you with the thick muscle, his nose bumping into your clit and sending subtle jolts up your spine, and those vibrations and sounds, fuck! – but it just wasn’t enough. you needed something different, something more.

“do… do what you were doing before…” you requested breathlessly, hips trembling, fingers digging into the skin of his nape in desperation. “‘m so close, daryl… just need more.”

the thought of keeping your impending orgasm away from his awareness seemed to have slipped away in the midst of the tremulous pleasure he was bringing you, and maybe you shouldn’t have let the information out, but you were so desperate. your tummy was so fucking tight, that coil winding and winding to a painful climax, and holding it in just seemed impossible, you needed to let it go – and at the moment, the only way you could possibly reach orgasm was through daryl.

daryl flicked his eyes up to meet yours, and though your vision was a bit hazy from the steam and alcohol, you swore the man was smirking up at you from within your cunt. daryl was silent for a moment, all movements against your cunny paused, before he leaned back slightly and said, lowly, “why don’ I do somethin’ better, instead?”

before your drunk, horny, fuddled mind could truly decipher his words daryl was in motion; his warm hand gripped the back of your knee, bending your leg easily and hoisting it atop his shoulder – distantly, you registered a strange sensation against the skin of your calf (was that a shirt? was daryl fully clothed right now?) – and once your leg was stabilized, he skirted the fingers of his other hand up your other leg, the one that was still planted to the floor of the shower.

his fingertips grazed your knee, then the plush flesh of your thigh, before reaching between your hips. you jumped slightly when you felt the pad of his finger run over your slit, the thick digit parting your folds smoothly, the tip dipping ever so subtly into your entrance every so often. like he was testing the waters, or something.

“d-daryl, what are you doing?” you inquired, heart tripping over itself, apprehension twisting in your gut for the first time since he’d invited himself into your shower and initiated this whole thing.

wait, had he invited himself? or did you do that?

you couldn’t remember.

“shh, jus’ trus’ me, sweetheart. This’s gon’ blow yer mind.” daryl responded back, calmly, warm breath fanning over your sensitive clit as he spoke. your breath shuddered in your lungs, but any further objections died in your throat when daryl’s hot tongue met your sex, circling, flicking, flattening, devouring – his pace was much faster and firmer than before, the pleasure much more intense than what had previously been given.

“o-oh, fuck! daryl!” you moaned, your hand sliding up from his nape to the crown of his head, fingers fisting into his hair to hold his head still as you rutted your hips forward to meet his skilled tongue.

“shit, that’s it, baby,” daryl panted, muffled, into the slick heat of your cunt, tongue drawing lazy circles between his words. “jus’ fuckin’ lose it. use my tongue, sweetheart.”

it felt so fucking good. it felt like your cunt was melting right into daryl’s mouth, searing hot and drippy, sloppy, coating his lips, jaws, nose, and neck with copious amounts of your arousal – all the while daryl growled, groaned, and moaned as he slurped it down, as if it was the very nectar of life itself.

your gut felt like it would burst – at any moment, with any flick of his tongue, in time with any of those vibrating groans, you’d be exploding all over daryl’s face, releasing every single ounce of the pent-up arousal daryl had inflicted upon your body over the last fifteen minutes in a single second.

“daryl, daryl, god, yes… fuck, don’t stop… don’t s-stop.”

you continued to repeat those words, falling like a river from your mouth, a mantra that seemed to keep you grounded as daryl’s tongue threatened to send you floating away –

a sound akin to a scream bubbled in your throat when daryl suddenly slipped two of his thick fingers into your cunt; the sensation was far from unpleasant but far too close to overwhelming – and when he began to pump them in time with the flicks of his tongue, and curled them just so on every outward pull, scraping against something at the top of your gummy walls, you simply couldn’t hold it in.

your entire body locked up, muscles freezing as your lips fell open to release mute moans, both hands now swinging down to grip daryl’s hair.

those silent moans you were releasing quickly morphed into loud, wanton, downright sinful vocalizations as daryl pumped his fingers into your cunt, still rubbing that sweet spot, fingerfucking you through your high and bringing stars to your eyes. you pressed daryl’s head impossibly closer to your cunt, humping whatever you could and burying his fingers deeper inside your walls with desperate, short, shaky movements, releasing a litany of his name and curses in between breathy pants and moans.

when the waves of your high had begun to recede, you slowed your hips until they came to a complete stop, your chest heaving from the deep lungfuls of steamy air you pulled in. your body felt incredibly fuzzy, your mind pleasantly foggy; but your body, and everything else, felt too hot, too cramped, too everything, and when daryl decided to give your throbbing, sensitive clit one last tiny flick of his tongue, you damn near smacked him in the head.

if only your arms would move.

a small gasp was pulled from your lips when daryl slipped his fingers from your sloppy cunt, the friction against your sensitive walls almost enough to have your entire body seizing, and it was only when daryl lifted his hands up to grip your wrists were you able to disentangle your fingers from his hair; only with his help, of course.

daryl then grasped the plump flesh of your thigh, the one that was still tossed over his shoulder, and pulled it down slowly, not releasing his hold until your foot was planted firmly on the wet floor of the tub.

when your balance was secured daryl scuttled back from between your legs, and when he’d rose to a standing position, his chest now centimeters from your own (which you distantly realized was bare) you couldn’t help but stumble backwards until your back hit the cold wall. your lids felt incredibly heavy, and exhaustion gnawed insistently at your muscles; but through the fog, you were able to register daryl, who was indeed fully clothed, the fabric of his shirt and jeans soaked and clinging to his body like a second skin – and you were certain that was a smirk on his lips.

a smirk that said he knew he had just blown your mind, even if you would never admit it to him.

it seemed as though your orgasm had sobered you up a bit, because when daryl sidled up to you, right beneath the harsh spray, and placed his large hands on your naked hips, you were able to lift your hands and plant them on his chest. he didn’t attempt to move closer to you, but his hands didn’t fall from your hips either; and when he spoke, his voice was chock-full of cockiness that you found simultaneously alluring and irritating.

“if ya ever want yer mind blown again, ya know where to find me.”

with that, daryl slipped his hands from your hips and turned, ripped open the shower curtain with little effort and then stepped out, as if he hadn’t just performed an intimate act on you. water dripped noisily against the linoleum floor as he stalked away, and, not one to give up the chance at having the last word, you croaked out,

“in your dreams, dixon.”

the only thing you got in reply was a haughty chuckle, echoing into the bathroom from somewhere within the quarters you’d claimed for the night.

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sserasin · 1 month

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g!p chaewon with a breeding kink fucking fem reader after reader teases chaewon in a photoshoot?

cw nsfw under the cut, g!p chaewon, dom chaewon, female reader, lsf 6th member reader, reader is a calvin klein ambassador if anyone cares!, bratty reader, breeding kink, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, use of degrading names (cumslut, whore), hair pulling, orgasm denial, mention of free use, chaewon calls reader mommy teasingly, slight dacryphilia

“thank you,” you bow to the photoshoot staff, a robe wrapped around you before you head back to your dressing room as your manager stays back. but you knew you weren’t alone.

“do you think you’re funny?”

you smile. stopping and turning, face now confused, “what are you talking about, unnie?” you don’t wait for her to reply, continuing on your way to the dressing room. you don’t bother to leave the door open from her, slamming it right in her face. it only takes a second for her to slam the door back open.

your eyes look up and make eye contact with her through the mirror, a chill running down your spine. you’d regret that.

you couldn’t tell if you were actually regretting it right now, though.

chaewon’s hand is on the back of your head, forcing you face down into the couch. she thrusts her cock into your warm heat all to the hilt, filling you up and then completely pulls out only to repeat the process. it’s exhausting to you, so you don’t even know how she’s able to stand doing it.

“stop,” you whine into the cushion, chaewon letting your head up to hear you, “just fuck me already!”

“but i am, though, baby,” chaewon pouts, leaning down over to you so her chest was against your back. “are you not satisfied?”

“no!” you huff, wanting to throw an elbow back and nudge her out the way, “you’re just being a tease and i don’t like it.”

chaewon’s pout turns into a sardonic smile, tilting her head before abruptly gripping your chin in her hand so you would look her in the eyes, “yeah? well, i don’t care. you teased me for hours upon hours during your stupid photoshoot, and every time i fucking fixed the problem you made, you’d make it come back in 5 minutes.”

your jaw was being gripped tightly by her, but that didn’t deter you from your next comment, “it’s not my problem you get so horny at the sight of me.”

chaewon grits her teeth, shoving your face back down into the cushion, “god, just fucking shut up for once,” she mutters, forcing a hand at the spine of your back so you’d arch, “stupid-” she doesn’t give you any time to adjust when she slams back into you, pussy eagerly taking her in. “-fucking- brat.”

you let out a strangled moan into the couch, the burn of her stretching you out feeling good. your skin smacks together with each thrust, grunts leaving her mouth and uncontrollable moans leaving yours, “you don’t even deserve to come. you’ve been bad, teasing me while you’re already barely clothed in front of other people?”

her hand reaches around your body, grabbing a handful of your tits. she squeezes before trailing to your nipple. she tugged sharply, making a high pitched moan leave your mouth. she twists and tugs on your nipples as her cock slips out of you from the slick of your juices, making her grab her cock and guide it back in.

“i know you saw all of them drooling over your body,” she eyes the discard calvin klein bra to the side, pants leaving her mouth as she drills into your pussy. her angle switch makes you preen, toes curling as she hits the soft, spongy spot in your walls. you clutch at the couch tightly, needing something to hold on as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “men and women, you’re just so— fucking— hot,” she grunts, “that you have even straight women thirsting after you. are you happy?”

you’re barely even listening at this point as her hand leaves your breasts to your clit, making a V and spreading your folds around her cock. at the added clit stimulation, you whimper and begin meeting her thrusts, “unnie, please, please…”

“you would like it, wouldn’t you?” she snarls, shoving your head further, “knowing all these people want you. you’d probably even offer them a chance at fucking you, right?” despite your frantic head shaking, she continues and her hands leave your clit as her pace slows down to a painfully slow pace. you gasp, trying to force your ass back on her but she grips your hips tightly to hold you in place. “answer me.”

“no, i wouldn’t,” you half sob, “why’d you stop?”

“because you wouldn’t answer,” chaewon rolls her eyes, somehow keeping her serious front up. she looks down to see your pussy still eagerly trying to swallow her whole, smirking lightly, “you’d want them to fuck you raw?”

“what?” you whisper, blinking back frustrated tears.

“you’d want them to fuck you raw like i am,” she sounds convinced, “you never wait for me to get a condom. it’s— it’s like you wanna ruin your career and get pregnant,” she laughs, “oh, wow. your need to be full is bigger than your love for your career? you’re such a fucking cum slut.” you gasp at the name, expecting to feel dirty at the degrading name, but instead, you feel a burn in your chest and warmth all over you.

“if it were up to you, you’d be just a glory hole. where anyone could fuck you and come in you and get you pregnant. where anyone could do anything they wanted with you,” you hadn’t realized her hand had went back to your clit, beginning to rub soft circles in your clit. it felt good, but wasn’t enough.

you whine, pushing back on her, “unnie…”

“what, baby?” she coos, “you want unnie to fill you up with her come and make you all round with her baby?” you almost shriek as she pushes back in all at once, feeling every vein of her cock drag against your tight walls. she watches your pussy eagerly swallow her in, hole clenching around her and breathes in. she teases you lightly, dragging her cock back before you grab her thigh, stopping her.

“yes, please, please,” you sob out, “i want unnie to fuck a baby in me, please, unnie? please please please…”

chaewon pretends to think about it for a moment, before leaning down to pull you into a breathtaking kiss. she tugs on your bottom lip, forcing her fingers in your mouth to muffle your sounds, despite her knowing you’d love for anyone to hear and walk in on you two and join.

“don’t worry, baby,” she pats your ass, placing her leg up on the couch for a better angle, and you gasp as her cock hits that spongy spot again. her hand grips your hair, pulling your head up as you suck on her fingers, lathering them with your spit, “i’ll make you a mommy.”

you grip onto the couch with all your strength as she fucks into you, pubic bone slapping against your ass and creating a smacking sound. if no one knew before, they knew now.

it doesn’t take long for her to come, already way past that point of being embarrassed. you’d been teasing her all day, what was she supposed to do? plus, it worked out better for her in the end.

you moan as her seed shoots into you, not stopping until you were filled to the brim with her come. despite feeling full, you keep fucking back on her to meet your own orgasm, whimpers leaving your mouth.

“mommy feels full?” she asks, cooing when you nod pathetically. she almost feels bad for what she’s about to do. almost.

you fall down on the couch when she pulls out of you, no longer gripping your hair. you gasp at the loss of her cock, feeling your empty hole clench around nothing. you can feel her come begin to trickle down your leg, but you don’t pay any mind to it, instead filled with agony as you never came, “w-what are you doing?” you’re actually sobbing now, feeling tears fall down your cheeks and hit the couch. “unnie, i wanna come!”

chaewon sighs out of breath, “you did? oh, sorry, i didn’t know,” but she doesn’t start stroking her cock to get her softening cock hard again, simply standing up and wiping herself down with tissue. she tucks herself back in her cargo pants, smoothing her shirt down and checking her appearance in the mirror. her cock throbs at the sight of you crying and yearning for her to come finish the job, but you’re too busy crying to notice.

“don’t cry, mommy,” she uses her thumb to wipe your tears away, looking up at her so pitifully. “get dressed, manager unnie is waiting for us.” she goes to leave the— unlocked— room, but turns back at the last second, smirking, “make sure to keep all of my come inside you, or else i’ll be pissed.”

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bachissidehoe · 4 months

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it goes around again - nagi s.

chapter 6 of 7 in the blue lock band series. chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3. chapter 4. chapter 5. chapter 7.

synopsis: nagi seishiro, the fan favorite of the band, doesn't seem to put in any effort at all. especially when it comes to showing up on time for an early morning photoshoot. but when y/n goes to track him down, he has other things in mind besides getting out of bed.

warnings: smut; multiple orgasms; riding; half asleep; semi-coercion; clit stimulation; fem!reader; submissive!reader; minors DNI.

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

w.c 2.3k

Leading up to the last few shows of the tour, manager Mikage Reo booked plenty of interviews and photoshoots for the up and coming band. The growth they’ve experienced since bringing y/n onto the official team has been substantial, suddenly reaching wider audiences and being featured on multiple news and radio stations, and offered performance showcases on talk shows. As Reo put it, it’s important that they end the tour with the world wanting more of what Blue Lock has to offer, which will put them in a great position to announce a new tour for next year that will reach even more of an audience.

That means that unfortunately, the band is exhausted. They’ll play a show, be expected to attend an afterparty, and then wake up early for an interview before another show. Today is no different, though it is their last long day before the end of the tour. Reo has planned an early promotional photoshoot for them, which means being prepared for transportation hours before the actual appointment.

“Where the hell is Nagi?” Reo barks, trying to make some final checks before the band members’ hair and makeup appointments.

“I haven’t seen him all morning.” Y/n looks around, following Reo with her clipboard.

“I haven’t heard from him since last night.” Isagi chimes in.

“Same.”

“Yeah, me neither.” The other band members agree. After last night’s afterparty, everyone returned to their rooms and fell asleep, including y/n, who can’t even remember if she saw the band’s backup guitarist at the party at all.

“He’s probably still asleep.” Bachira looks over y/n’s shoulder at her pre-shoot checklist.

“You’re probably right.” Reo sighs, squeezing the bridge of his nose as if to relieve a headache. Nagi Seishiro can be a handful, sometimes he acts like a little kid with how often his manager has to take care of him. “I’ll have to go fi-”

“Don’t worry Reo, I’ll find him.” Y/n volunteers, figuring Reo could use some extra help in a moment like this. He’s always the one who picks up the pieces of the white-haired boy’s laziness, it’s only fair y/n offers to take some of that off his plate. He seems stressed enough anyway.

“You don’t mind?” He asks.

“Nope, not at all.”

“Everything y/n has left here I should be able to take care of in time.” Bachira offers, taking y/n’s clipboard from her.

“Sounds good y/n. Thanks.” Reo smiles, handing her Nagi’s room key. Even in the most stressful moments he maintains his sweet smiles and kindness. He could convince anyone to like him.

“No problem.” She says, hurrying out of the room and whipping out her phone to check on the hotel room Nagi’s staying in. She’s positive he’s only sleeping, all she has to do is wake him up and force him downstairs.

She knocks on his hotel room door, leaning her ear against the door.

Nothing.

She knocks again- but still nothing.

She sighs, unlocking his door herself and letting herself in.

“Nagi?” She calls for him.

His room is still dark, only a small streak of sunlight peeking in from the gap in the curtains.

“Nagi Seishiro?” She calls again, peeking her head around the corner to see him sleeping soundly under some crumpled covers. He doesn’t seem interested in changing that either.

“Hmmm.” She sighs, walking up to the edge of his bed. “Hey.” She taps him on his blanket-covered shoulder.

“Mmm~” He groans, barely responsive to her attempts to wake him.

“Sei.” She uses his nickname, trying to stress the importance of her arrival in his hotel room.

“Reoooo~” He whines, mistaking y/n for his manager. “C’mere.” He groggily reaches toward her, lazily grabbing her shoulders and pulling her forward.

Surprised, she loses her footing, falling forward into the bed, unable to use her arms to block her fall in time.

“Ugh- Nagi-” She groans. “What’s-”

He wraps his arms completely around her waist, holding her close as he rolls around with her trapped against his chest. Suddenly, y/n finds herself as Nagi Seishiro’s little spoon, with his chin resting on her head and his eyes still closed.

“Nagi?” She questions, trying to wriggle out of his tight grip. “It’s not Reo- it’s y/n-” She says, wondering why he’d be trying to spoon Reo in the first place. He must be having a dream or something.

“Seishiro! You gotta get up!” She says again, louder this time. He has a tight grip, that’s for sure. His muscles tense around her, it’s so clear how toned his body is even just from feeling his chest against her back. At the same time, the way he cuddles her is so soft and sweet, despite her being completely unable to escape.

“Mmmm~ no.” He replies in a tired, raspy voice. Y/n feels her cheeks heat up, but she can’t tell if it’s from frustration or arousal from how pretty his sleepy voice sounds. “Missed you last night, wanna have you now.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/n huffs, blowing a loose strand of hair away from her face. She can’t exactly use her hands to move it herself.

“You can take me now right? Just real quick.” The sleepy guitarist rasps.

“No- what? Nagi? It’s y/n. What do you mean?”

“Hm?” He finally flutters open his eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Oh, hi y/n. You’re not Reo huh.”

“Uh, no.” She answers. “Now come on, we gotta go.” She pushes on him again.

“Mmm, can’t right now.” He pulls her tightly against his chest, pressing his crotch into her ass, his morning wood so prominent that she can’t help but feel the heat rise in her cheeks.

“Why not?” She finds herself squeezing her thighs even tighter together, the idea of being this close to Nagi’s hard cock making her start to feel the intensity of the situation. After her situation with Rin, y/n had decided to stop getting in everyone’s pants and focus on her job, so it’s been a good couple months for her. Even though it’s ultimately been better for her focus, she can’t help but find herself easily aroused in a situation like this.

“Didn’t get to fuck Reo last night, so m’horny.” He says casually, too casually.

Y/n can’t even begin to unpack that statement, and she doubts Nagi would be able to explain it to her.

“Look you can fuck Reo later if you want, we got to go.” She says, her voice shaky.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, sleepily rolling over her. He hovers over her, his half lidded eyes shining in the small bit of light that peeks into the room.

His proposition is so normal, as if he just goes around asking anyone to fuck him like it’s the most casual question in the world. But y/n wonders, as she looks into his eyes, her heart completely stopping under his soft yet intense gaze, if that is how Nagi gets so many girls into his bed, and apparently Reo. She doesn’t know if, in her current state, in his current state, it’s even possible to say no to him.

She nods, unable to force her eyes off of his pretty face. He’s known as the fan favorite of the band- he never says too much but the world goes crazy when he does. Any time Nagi has a solo, the crowd is so hype that Isagi wrote a new song, It Goes Around Again, specifically to show off Nagi’s vocal range. In fact, that’s the song they’re supposed to be doing a photoshoot for today, to promo the song and select one to be the cover for the single when it’s officially released. Therefore, it’s absolutely crucial that Nagi’s there.

But in y/n’s horny haze, she can’t be bothered to care anymore. She’s desperate, she needs something, it’s been too long. She can’t believe that out of all the band members, it’s Nagi she hasn’t gotten to. He’s so damn pretty, such a gorgeous boy.

“Nice.” He answers, dipping his head to meet her awaiting lips. His kiss is so soft and sweet, yet desperately dominant at the same time. He slips his tongue between her lips, holding his body over hers as he explores her mouth.

She completely lets him take the lead, still surprised by his advances at all. Her tongue collides against his, creating a layer of glistening wetness on both of their lips, their saliva mixing against their tongues. He pulls her tongue further into his mouth, clasping his lips around the wet muscle.

She can’t help but moan out as he sucks on her tongue, his teeth grazing her taste buds. He moves to her lips again, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth to suck on that next. It’s messy and wet, his saliva coating her lips and chin as he makes his mark on her.

“Wearing a lil skirt. Cute.” He says, reaching one hand under her skirt to locate her panties.

She finds her breath catching in the back of her throat, lifting her hips to let him slide her soaked panties down her legs. He’s not one to engage in much foreplay, not when he’s selfishly concerned with getting himself off since he so sadly missed out on it last night. And right now, y/n doesn’t care at all about how she’s treated. He could fuck her and refuse to get her off for all she cares, something about Nagi Seishiro makes her want to thank him for even considering her worthy of his cock.

He slides his shorts down too, freeing his bothered cock and gripping it in his hand. He doesn’t even give y/n time to look down and see it before he’s forcing it inside her, shoving his thick shaft between her tight wet lips before her body can process the feeling.

“Wow~” He praises. “So wet. Feels nice.” He grunts, warming his cock inside her pretty pussy. He lets it rest in there, feeling her tighten and pulse around him as he bottoms out completely.

He ruts against her, his body falling on top of hers as he lazily stimulates the base of his cock with her hole.

In almost no time, she feels him filling her, surprising her with a thick load buried into her walls.

“Fuck~” He gasps, quickly pulling his cum-soaked cock out of her filled pussy.

Y/n looks at him, confused. It’s not that it’s bad that he came fast or anything, she just didn’t get to prepare for it to be over.

Lucky for her, he’s far from finished with her perfect little hole. He holds his body upward, gripping his soaked cock and pumping it, riding out his high with the overstimulation of his hand.

“Ah, there we go.” He breathes, his cock hardening once again as he immediately stuffs it back into her.

“Nagi- hmhhh-” She groans, feeling full again as his dick becomes fully erect inside her.

“Don’t worry, will put the next load in that pretty mouth.” He breathes, burying his face into her neck, his hot breaths tickling her sensitive skin.

In a swift motion, y/n suddenly finds herself flipped upright, with Nagi flat on his back below her.

“You can ride, yeah?” He asks selfishly, his lazy, sleepy body too tired to continue his light ruts into her.

“Mhm.” She answers, leaning forward as she desperately grinds her clit onto his fully exposed body.

“Let me- you ride.” He demands, reaching to circle two fingers around her clit so she can focus on slamming her hips onto him.

Her legs burn as she rides him, picking her entire body up just to force it back down on his thick shaft over and over, the room filled with her heavy breathing and moans. Nagi expertly swipes his fingers on her clit, letting her grind on them as he brings her closer to her edge.

“Need it- please Sei-” She begs, slowing down her movements so Nagi can focus on getting her off.

“So selfish~” He chuckles, his fingers moving faster on her clit as she begins to tighten around him, the knot in her stomach threatening to burst.

“Mm~ fuck- I- cumming~” Her orgasm finally overwhelms her, her body shaking as she releases over his already cum-soaked cock.

“Pretty.” Nagi hums, holding her hips as he thrusts upward into her tired body, eager to finish himself off as well. “Getting close.”

Y/n can only whine and moan, letting him pound into her repeatedly as he twitches inside her. “Off now.” He instructs, pulling her nearly limp body off his cock.

She allows her head to fall on top of him, just in time for his second thick load of the morning to shoot down her throat. She ensures she swallows it all, not letting a single drop escape.

With a breathless sigh, Nagi pats her lightly on the head. “Thanks for that.” He says casually, as if she did some sort of simple favor for him.

“Um, yeah.” She wipes her mouth, still blushing. “I understand why you get bitches.” She jokes.

“I understand why you’ve been through the entire band.” He fires back, though he doesn’t even mean it as an insult or a snarky comment. He’s so hard to figure out, that Nagi Seishiro.

She can’t help but laugh. “We really have to get to this photoshoot.”

“Sure, but you’ll come back to fuck me again tonight, yeah?” He asks.

She blushes. “Yeah.” She says, looking at the floor.

“You know I can’t sleep when you’re calling my name.” He hums, quoting the song y/n’s been desperately trying to get him to a photoshoot for.

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dee-moms-blog · 2 years

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Chastity Rules

Basic Rules for beginners. The key is to be very strict and follow every rule.

1. Take control of his orgasms

• He must wear a chastity device 24/7.

• You should lock his chastity cage and only you should be the \"KeyHolder\". You can also use a numeric padlock.

• Let him out at your discretion only and only for teasing.

• Emphasize that he will never be permitted to have any kind of orgasm OR erection! without your permission.

• He must experience ruined orgasms. This emphasizes your control and stimulates his frustration.

• He may only cum when wearing a buttplug and your panties. You may also gag him.

• Peg him, make him cum like a real sissy

• Milk his prostate

• Always restrain his hands(handcuffs or rope) when letting him out of his cage. Many guys will resist after an orgasm or take control when you edge/ruin them.

Everytime you let him cum, you must ruin him. After that you make him eat his cum. You can edge him and forbid him to orgasm. You have to learn him that he may not orgasm. If he does then you have to make him eat his cum.

Ruined -> Eat it

Accidently -> Eat it

Only tease and edge! Edge every day!

2. Chastity devices

• Make him buy secure permanent devices like the jailbird, holy trainer or metal cages with urethra plugs. Make sure you get the right size so he cannot escape. You can make many devices escape proof with medical glue. The best option is a PA. It is recommended to glue his foreskin with superglue so he won’t attempt to escape. This does not damage the skin but lays a sticky layer for 1 week.

• The best devices can be worn 24/7 and only need cleaning every other day. He can clean it in the shower by putting soap in his cage and apply a full jet of the shower head right in the cage. it will clean his penis thoroughly. No need to take him out

• Shaving can perfectly be done while wearing the device. Just move it a bit to reach the hard to reach spots.

• If he has to clean his penis manually for a reason. Do it under supervision or tell him that only you may touch his penis. He is not allowed to play by himself.

• Draw you name on his dick before putting him in the cage. That way you can check if he cheated or not!

him it is mind boggling not touching a body part for over a month when he used to touch it every hour.

3. Get into his head!

• Learn his fantasies and what turns him on.

• Tease him with his fantasies whenever possible.

• Make him wear your panties all the time. Skirts, stockings, socks everything to make him remember he’s your slut at work or wherever he goes.

• Make him sign these rules without letting him read it. He may experience the joy of chastity.

• He must promise he will follow the rules strictly. You may threaten to leave him if he doesn’t. He will make up his mind soon enough.

• Explain to him that he will only receive prostate orgasm. Sissies should cum like real girls.

• Make him shave his WHOLE body! Nothing better then feeling a soft body next to you in bed at night. It will grow back so he has to maintain it.

4. You must keep him sexually aroused as much as possible.

• Taunt him. Dress sexy

• Talk sexy and dirty to him.

• Tell him you are going to make him do something humiliating.

• Fondle him or let him fondle you.

• Make him wear a buttplug or prostate massager everytime you go out.

• Send him text messages with orders to do something sexual.

• Make him give you orgasms frequently.

• Edge him

• Milk his prostate

5. Make him do something humiliating and learn when he will do anything for you.

• Tease him to the edge then command the most humiliating activities. He will do them.

• Make him wear a butt-plug for a time.

• Train him to submit to your strapon.

• Make him be naked when you are not.

• Always, ALWAYS make him eat his own cum after your ruin his orgasm no matter where it is deposited. Sit on his face after a creampie or feed him off your hand or french kiss him!

6. No matter what you are doing, or where you are, find ways to taunt him.

• Fondle him through his pants in public (or in private).

• Whisper sexy or humiliating things in his ear.

• Make him shop for lingerie or toys for you.

• Leave notes with instructions like: \"I want to see you caged and plugged with these when I get home\"

7. Control your own feelings of guilt.

• He should never be permitted to have any kind of orgasm without your permission.

• If you feel he deserves an orgasm… Ruin it!

• Remember, you can ruin several orgasms a day, but he can only have one full one.

• Full orgasms should be for very special occasions (no more than 3 or 4 per year).

Extra sissy rules:

• A sissy must wear panties. He does not own any male underwear. Take away his underwear and replace it.

• A sissy may wear a bra and pink or brightly colored tights or leggings. Leggings and nylon are mandatory!

• A sissy must sleep in lingerie. If he does not have any, he must sleep naked.

• When alone, a sissy must dress as a girl. Good sissies wear lipstick while alone.

• A sissy always keeps himself free of facial hair, and is otherwise well groomed. He must always be presentable, ready to please.

• Good sissies shave their legs

• A sissy must never touch himself sexually without explicit permission from his Master or from his Muse

• A sissy must wear as many lovely pink girly things as possible

• Sissy must be in panties and a bra minimum at all times.

• Sissy must keep shaved clean below the neck at all times.

• Slave is not to masturbate with out permission, and when permission is given, it must be done in a slutty humiliating sissy way that reinforces my position.

Some text to make him horny:

‘I love thinking about your cock in that cage

I’m thinking about you inside me right now, maybe I’ll let you tonight

Fancy a blow job? He replies yes. Shame you’ve got that cage on.

How are you going to convince me to unlock you tonight honey?

I’m really horny. Come and give me an orgasm, at least one of might as well

a list of tasks with ‘unlock cock’ as the final one lol

#bd/sm slave #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm dom #chasity #chasisty #sissi femboi #humili sissi #humiliated sissy #small dick humiliation #bd/sm germany

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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A First Time for Everything (18+ Short Fic)

Pairings: Poly Pro!KirishimaBakugouMina x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY), Unprotected PIV Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Adult!KiriBakuMina (both are in their late 20s), Alcohol Consumption, Consensual, FOURSOOOME, Poly Romance, Daddy Kink, Deepthroating/Facefucking, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Clit Stimulation, Choking, Multiple Positions, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Couch Sex, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

CHAPTERS: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

AO3 Link HERE!

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CHAPTER THREE

The night is late, your belly is full of spaghetti, salad, and wine, and the credits finally roll on the second movie of the night.

You and Mina have been nearly three hours at Kiri and Bakugou’s house, eating, drinking, and watching scary movies while you laughed at Mina’s scares and Kiri’s commentary. You feel comfortable and relaxed now, slightly because of the wine but also because of the company you have with you.

With Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou, you feel like you can be yourself, completely unguarded and unashamed. You feel…at home.

The living room is dimly lit–dark enough for the movie but light enough to still see where you’re going and who is where. The storm is still trumping on outside, the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the windows, but it’s all relaxing to you. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend such a rainy, ugly night.

You sigh, standing up and feeling like you’ve gained about fifty pounds after finishing Katsuki’s dinner cuisine. Your plate, which sits on the ottoman next to your third glass of wine and the Italian white bottle Bakugou brought out an hour ago, is completely empty.

“And that was Annabelle,” you sigh, pausing the movie with the remote. “Anybody up for The Conjuring 2?”

Bakugou, sitting in an armchair with his feet up next to Kiri on the sofa adjacent to it, snickers. “Not with the way this one is shivering.” He cackles at Mina sitting on the couch you once occupied, clutching a pillow for dear life. “It wasn’t even scary!”

“Shut up, Bakugou!” she shouts. “You know I hate creepy dolls!” You snort, patting your girlfriend’s head.

“Shouldn’t we technically be watching Annabelle 2 next?” Kiri curiously asks, leaning back and legs open wide on the couch, making you think naughtily. Maybe it’s the three glasses of wine catching up with you.

You shrug, up for it. It’s only 10:35 PM. “If you wanna watch it in chronological order, sure, but that means we’d have to watch Annabelle: Creation and The Nun since they technically come first.”

“Jesus Christ, just pick one up!” Bakugou growls, irked. “By the time we watch another movie, I’ll be growin’ fuckin’ gray hairs.” He gets up from his seat and begins collecting the empty plates.

“Dinner was delicious, Katsuki,” you compliment him. “That has to be the best-baked ziti I’ve ever had. You can really cook!” You think you’re just imagining it, but his cheeks turn rogue at your comment. He plays it off with a cocky grin. “Shit, I know,” he laughs. “Shitty hair can’t get enough of my cooking. Plus, he can’t cook for shit.”

Kiri sheepishly smiles at you, sipping on his own wine. “It’s true. If I had at the oven, I’d blow it up.” He stands, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “Anyone up for dessert?”

“It can wait,” you giggle, sitting back down next to Mina. “All of that food needs to digest first.” You drink the rest of your droplets of wine and go to pour more, finding the bottle empty. “Hey, who drank all the wine?” you gasp.

Bakugou glances at you from the kitchen island, piling the dishes up there. “Whatta ya gonna do about it?” he growls at you, a jeering smile quirking on his lips. “Fight me?”

Maybe it’s the wine, but you feel complete and utter self-confidence swim through you. You stand and put a hand on your hip, eyeing the pro down. “If Kiri is okay with his boyfriend having some raccoon eyes, then yes.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen an inch as Kiri hypes you up. “Oooh, you hear that, Bakugou?” he chuckles, winking at you from across the room. “Looks like our little kitty has got some claws on her.”

Mina giggles, coming up behind you to put her hands on your hips. “Like you won’t believe,” she murmurs against your cheek. “She could be a pro with that attitude on her. Isn’t it so hot?”

And suddenly, that self-confidence begins to fade once the attention, flirty and sexually charged, is on you. You clear your throat, gripping the remote. “U-Uh,” you stutter nervously. “So The Conjuring 2?” Mina drops her hands from your hips, allowing you some amount of recovery.

“Sure, what the hell,” Kiri says, already making his way to the kitchen. “And I don’t know about you three, but I’m getting more wine AND that cheesecake in the fridge. And no, Bakugou didn’t bake it. We got it from a shop.”

You and Mina sit, and as you’re about to play the next movie, Bakugou appears again and plops down next to Mina. “Scoot over, dumbasses,” he grumbles. “That chair was gettin’ uncomfortable.”

Mina wiggles her brows at you and glances at Bakugou, a sultry smile on her face. “If you wanted to get closer to us, K, all you had to do was say so.”

Her hand moves to his knee, squeezing it. Red coats the pro’s cheeks and she laughs. “Look at that blush! I was right, wasn’t I?”

Bakugou glares at her, moving her hand off his knee only to cover it with his larger one. “Shut up, brat,” he growls, but that smile doesn’t leave Mina’s lips for an instant, peering up at him through her lashes.

You’re sure the man is about to fuck your girlfriend into the couch until Kiri returns with a new bottle of wine and a plate of plain cheesecake, the top decorated in raspberries and strawberries. “Got the goods,” he says, lowering both on the table.

He spots Bakugou and grins. “Bakugou came over? Shit, lemme join! Scoot over, cutie.” He squeezes in next to you, now sandwiching you between him and Mina. “That’s much better. Was feelin’ kinda lonely over there.”

“Shh!” Bakugou shushes him harshly. “And don’t talk through this one like you did with Annabelle, shitty hair. You do that and you’re getting it later.”

Kiri raises his pierced brow at his boyfriend. “Oh?” he asks, sounding suggestive. “And what will I be getting, sir?”

You see Bakugou’s muscles tense at the name and you wonder briefly if he has a kink for that. He never mentioned it. Mina must see it too because she plays along. “And does that later involve us too?” she purrs, leaning her head on Bakugou’s shoulder. You swallow hard, feeling hot as you witness this kinky little fight between the three of them.

Bakugou glares at Mina and Kiri, but it’s empty and instead charged with something sensual. “If you three stop being fuckin’ brats and watch the movie.” Mina tsks, turning to the TV regardless. “So grouchy.” But she sits back into the couch anyway, her lead leaning against Bakugou’s arm.

You sit there, as rigid as a board, as the movie makes it from the opening credits to the opening scene. You find yourself not being able to relax–not with the fact that the three people you’re so attracted to are so close.

The scent of Mina’s perfume and lotion smelling sweet like whipped cream mingles with Kiri and Bakugou’s choices of cologne, making you dizzy and unable to focus. You’re so afraid of relaxing in fear of that self-control you’re holding onto by its horns drifting away, leading you to do something you may regret later.

In the dark, you flush as you notice little things here and there between the three. You’re hyper-aware of Mina leaning into Bakugou as he shifts, allowing her head to lull on his chest, and his one arm that is slung over the back of the couch lightly brushing the back of your neck. You also feel Kiri’s knee brush yours, moving away the first few times until it finally settles against yours, staying there. Both of them are intentionally trying to touch you, feel you, and it’s starting to mess with you.

You shiver, playing it off by rubbing your arms. Kiri turns away from the flat screen, noticing this. “You cold?” he whispers to you, his ruby eyes staring into yours as he turns away from the movie. You nod and begin to wave it off, but the words leave your lips when you suddenly feel two big, calloused yet warm hands on your forearms.

Kiri pulls you closer as he begins to gently run his arms up and down your arms, not even realizing he’s causing those goosebumps to pimple your skin with his gentle touch.

“Is this okay?” he softly asks, possibly noticing how tense you are. You try to relax, not wanting to ruin the movie and somehow offend him. You know deep down you’re just being paranoid, but your mind isn’t exactly being logical right now.

“Y-Yeah,” you manage to stutter out. You give him a small smile. “Your hands feel…really warm.” You inwardly cringe. Damn, that wine works fast!

Kiri chuckles sweetly, the sound like sugar to your ears. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

He smiles at you, and you have to turn away from it as if it’s the sun, its rays too bright for you. You turn back to the movie, attempting to focus, but Kiri’s scent and touch are making it much more difficult to do anything but focus on him. “You know, look so fuckin’ pretty tonight,” he whispers, his lips suddenly at your ear. “It’s hard to focus on the movie when I’m too busy lookin’ at you.”

You don’t know why, but you turn your head to look at him, finding his lips inches away from yours. You could lean in and kiss those pillow-soft lips if you wanted to, maybe swirl your tongue around his and along those pointed teeth you picture nibbling along your collarbone, maybe on your inner thigh while his fingers are deep inside your tight, wet–

“Oi,” Bakugou growls from the other end of the couch. You whip around to find him glaring while Mina looks giddy at the scene. “What are you two dumbasses doin’ over there?”

Kiri laughs, moving a hand to settle on your waist. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Sorry!” you suddenly shout, popping up from your seat. Kiri startles like you’re a bomb about to go off. “I’ll be right back. The wine is starting to run through me.”

You don’t explain any further. You just hurry away from the couch and up the stairs to the bathroom down the hall. Once you’re inside and you shut the door, you’re finally able to breathe confined inside the four walls of the fancy, expensive-looking bathroom. You turn to the sink and run some cold water, splashing it over your heated skin.

As you do, you look at yourself in the mirror. The woman staring back

at you is no short of the picture of anxiety. “What are you doing?” you ask the woman, not expecting an answer. Because you really don’t have one.

You want desperately to be able to relax and enjoy whatever tonight brings, but those nervous butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and those “what if” thoughts in your head just won’t allow you to. After all, you’ve never participated in a foursome before. What if neither Kiri nor Bakugou likes how you look? What if Mina isn’t with it anymore? What if this ruins everything between all of you? What if–

You startle at the sound of a knock on the door. “Y/N?” Mina calls. “Can I come in?” You sigh, relieved that it’s just her. “Yeah, come in.”

Mina opens the door and shuts it behind her. She leans against it, staring at you in worry. “Hey, you okay?” she softly asks. “Kiri is thinking he scared you off. Did he make you uncomfortable?”

That feeling of embarrassment and guilt chokes you when you think of making Kiri feel bad. That isn’t what you wanted to do at all. “No, it’s just…” You sigh, pressing your hands to your brow. “I’m just nervous, okay?” you blurt, right on the verge of tears. You don’t understand why you’re acting like this or how you can fix it.

Mina walks over, gently taking your hands from your face. Her eyes hold compassion and adoration. All for you and your anxious ass. “Y/N,” she coos, “I told you before: there doesn’t have to be any sex later if that’s not what you want.”

“But it is what I want!” you frustratedly exclaim. “I just can’t stop this anxiety.” Now the tears are rising, threatening to spill over your eyesockets and ruin everything. You turn away from your girlfriend, hiding your face again. “Fuck, I’m ruining everything!”

“No, you’re not!” Mina protests, moving for your hands again. She firmly holds them away from your face, revealing your wet eyes to her. She frowns, squeezing your hands in hers before letting go and moving to take a seat on the toilet top. “Come here, sit with me.”

She opens her arms for you, a plea in her gold eyes. Slowly, you go to her and sit down in her lap. Once you’re close to her, she wraps her arms around you and holds you close.

“I know this is new for you,” she gently soothes you, “and it is for me too. While I’ve been intimate with Kiri and Bakugou before, I’ve never shared them with another person…especially one I care for so much.”

She runs a hand over your cheek, the feel of it comforting you. “It’s normal to be nervous about something new, but trust that safety and comfort are the top priorities for those two idiots. And if you’re not feeling safe or comfortable, tell them! They’ll understand.”

But that is the furthest from how you feel. You want to tell her that you don’t feel uncomfortable or unsafe. That it is all you! “But I–”

The sudden sound of a loud knock on the bathroom door startles you both. “Ladies?” Kiri’s voice drifts through the door. “You mind coming back downstairs when you’re done in there? I think we need to talk.”

You and Mina glance worriedly at each other while your stomach drops, hoping to God you didn’t ruin tonight’s plans.

#poly smut #poly kiribaku #polyamory #poly love #kiribakumina #bakugou x fem!reader #kirishima x fem!reader #mina x fem!reader #smutty smut #18+ fic #bnha smut #black writer #black fanfic writer

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libbee · 1 year

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About air lovers

Air men (moon in gemini/libra/aquarius//moon in 3rd/7th/11th house)

1. Racing thoughts, if I think it I will speak it, I need to speak, no I cannot think internally I need to speak, tell, blurt it out to someone.

2. See, unless you stimulate me, please dont try to befriend me. I am volatile and versatile. If you are not a quick thinker, chatty, conversationalist, how will we connect and bond? How will we stay friends? What do we talk about-you ask? We talk about history, universe, biology, business, science, news, cinema, TV shows, your pet, my pet? No, we dont talk about how I feel, we dont talk magic, we talk concepts and ideas. Emotions are magical, you see. How those witch babes manipulate energy for spells, I am a "how to make friends and influence people/rich dad poor dad" kind of person. Please dont tell me about your healing powers, I am a metacognition/neuroscience kind of person.

3. You are either fun or boring. Sorry, I cannot see anything else that makes a person worthy of my friendship or relationship. My partner is my best friend, we talk, share our thoughts with each other, laugh out loud, we are constantly texting. I only date people who are mentally stimulating. Though I am not too romantic and I dont offer emotional intimacy, but I can offer you a fun time and belly full of laughter. Sorry sir, we dont do inner work here, we dont do self reflection here, we are not that deep. We are all about ideas, thoughts and reasoning. Emotions make things messy and complicated. Y'know I dont have that stability to sit down and get in touch with my feelings. I can be meeting new people in that time, that's just who I am. So if you are someone who's looking for emotional vulnerability, emotional sharing of insecurities and complexes or trying to make me spiritual then I cannot do that, please find someone who is compatible with you. I am not spiritual, I am logical. Sorry, I dont understand what you mean when you say that you are feeling shame/fear/anger, I just dont let feelings trap me, I just move on to the next thing. I dont understand what healing means, I am just not meant for these things. I dont understand what you mean when you say soul or spirit or divine or energy, are these not just words? Where is the proof they exist? You're intuitive? Hmmm, I am more of a thinker type. You're into astrology and tarot? Oh, I am an economics nerd, there is so much to learn and understand in the real world, why are you lost in virtual, spiritual, magical world?

4. I need variety. You can be the most mentally stimulating person in the world but I still need variety. I just need variety. It is not about you, it is about me. Conversations, connections and chatting give me validation, they are fuel to my engine. When I am with you, I wonder what am I missing out on? Please dont feel sad about it, see that's why I dont like feelings. Life is supposed to be fun not serious. I need to try out new things and meet new people. More I try, more I learn. I like mental and emotional freedom. I like playfulness and joy of living. Let's hangout for lunch tomorrow? That's how I like to bond and connect with you. I am not shallow, the right people will understand that I am a very fun and smart friend. You have emotional needs, I have mental needs. We are different. "Let's hangout for lunch tomorrow":

5. LMAO, that's my new joke. My mom was like... and my dad was like.... lmao, seriously that was so funny. You dont like jokes? You're offended, triggered, taking it personally? What even.. How can someone not like jokes? Laughter is the best medicine, my friend. I self actualize with jokes, I roast myself, I twist events to make them funny. I want people to have a fun time with me. I dont know how people can sit in silence and paint or draw or meditate for hours or enjoy their own company. I would rather play video games, watch TV, write some essay or shoot some video for YouTube or tiktok or Instagram-I need motion, movement, to do something. Next task ✅ Next task ✅ Next task ✅ I get bored if I stay at one place for too long.

Air men (sun in gemini/libra/aquarius//sun in 3rd/7th/11th house)

1. If you want to torture me, keep me isolated in a room. Social groups are where I thrive. I cannot stand solitude, simply because being solitary means to sit with my emotions, thoughts, insecurities, complexes and face them. I cannot do that, I just cannot.

2. Fortunately, my life theme attracts many opportunities to make friends/socialize/meet a lot of people on daily basis. Astrology not only tells personality traits but also life event patterns. 3rd, 7th, 11th houses deal with other people, networking, public interactions, connections and relationships, you see the association? Some are born lone wolf, we are not. I can never be a monk, I dont have the emotional discipline for that, though I can be your travel partner to Thailand when you visit a monastery, I love to explore new places.

3. I need you to like me, I am really good at studying others. I like to keep a lot of connections, I like to network with people, people are assets, friends for life, there is nothing much in life. Hanging out with friends, being around people, socializing makes me feel alive, rejuvenated and meaningful. I am a bit of chameleon, yeah so what, you are too. People are not one dimensional, what is this obsession with authenticity? Do you even know who you really are, duh!!

4. When I meet someone, I notice their desirable qualities, what makes them attractive, what is their best quality and I internalize that, make it my own, morph myself into a desirable person. More similar we are, stronger our bond will be. I know I am not authentic but it is simply not my nature to be so. Please appreciate me for what I am capable of offering you. I can be a really nice actor though, I have the charisma and versatility for it.

5. They call me charming. Because my personality shines. I am the person people approach when they are at the cashier. I am the person people approach when I am just minding my own business. I appear desirable, friendly and safe to people. You wouldn't approach an intimidating, stiff, serious person, will you? Let's see it this way, water man and I enter a bar. Bartender greets both of us. Water man emits vibes that provoke uncomfortable emotions, insecurities and traumatic memories in the bartender. But I emit vibes that are comfortable, friendly and safe to feel. I am more approachable. This is because I dont spend my time exploring my depths, complexes, psyche. I am the person who runs the community, I run the entertainment business, I run the economy. If everyone sat down to do self introspection and inner work then who will take care of the material world? See-leave it to me, I can handle that.

6. Though I make a loyal partner when I am mature. I am loyal because cheating is too much of mess for me for too little return. I am not really obsessed with power, I am the sigma not the alpha, we are equals, I dont want to be superior to you-I dont want power over you. I want to be your friend. I make love with my friend. You are my friend and you are my lover. I dont like power games. Though if I have fire/water placements too then I can be power centric otherwise I am just the equal dynamic type. I am a very balanced type of person.

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Love to Spare - Part 5 (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Fluffy, friendship, angsty feelings! GIF by me Word count: 2k Part 4 Part 6 Masterpost Author's Note: Am I the terrible person that wrote Part 5 to be so long that I had to split it in half and now this will be 7 parts? Yes, I am that person. But it's all written - it's done. For real. 7 parts.

Summary: A season of suitors and a night at the opera.

You were an hour late in meeting Sir Edgar, having lost yourself in conversation with Benedict. You told him about your plans to teach and write and how they had been dashed by your family’s financial situation. He was sympathetic and supportive, his kind eyes sparkling as you spoke. When you asked him about his dreams in turn, he told you of his love for art, his penchant for sketching, and his hopes to distinguish himself with some kind of career. He was funny and inquisitive, listening so attentively that it was easy to open up to him despite barely knowing him. Where Anthony listened to you with all the insights of a clever colleague, Benedict seemed to listen with his whole heart.

Your subsequent conversation with Sir Edgar while strolling through the park was comparatively less stimulating. You spoke about your mutual acquaintances and the latest gossip of the ton, but neither of you turned inward to speak about yourselves in any meaningful way. You had the impression he was not the sort to even think to ask. Everything seemed very simple about him; simply pleasant, simply adequate, friendly and polite but lacking in passion. You convinced yourself that this could be a good quality in a husband. Someone who was quietly dependable, stable and calm, not prone to anger or jealousy or strong opinions.

Two days later you received a parcel containing a small note and scroll of canvas tied with a blue ribbon. The note read:

I’m sure your home is filled with bouquets from suitors, but here is something to enjoy once they all wilt.

It was unsigned. Unfurling the canvas, you saw it was an oil painting of blue hydrangeas, bursting with color. Lining one stem were small, squiggled initials, ‘BB’. You displayed it beside Sir Edgar’s bouquet of roses, which were already turning black and shriveled, and felt something odd in your stomach each day when you admired it. But you didn’t send any reply, or acknowledge the gift when you later saw Benedict. You didn’t want to entertain any advance he may have intended with it.

Over the next several weeks, your parade through the ton and its annual events continued. You were guided through balls and garden parties, concerts and promenades, steered by Anthony into the company of Sir Edgar whenever he was present. You danced and chatted with other gentlemen who showed interest. Three of them even called upon you at home and left trinkets of affection, but Sir Edgar remained the least objectionable. You surmised that there wasn’t much objection because there wasn’t much of anything really. When a man said so little, there was little to take issue with.

Always on the fringes of your outings were Anthony’s brothers, Benedict and Colin. As your acquaintance deepened, you found that despite their similar appearance, their personas were very distinct. If Anthony was strength, Benedict was beauty. He always found ways to inject moments of joy into boring affairs; sneaking you glasses of champagne, or pulling you away from Sir Edgar to show you a vivid painting around a corner, or introducing you to acquainted academics, writers, and artists. You noticed that Colin often preceded him, calling Anthony away on some urgent matter just before Benedict appeared. You followed along in good humor, laughing on the edges of ballrooms, joining the Bridgertons at their picnic spot in the park, and debating artistic license with Benedict at each gallery opening.

You consistently had to remind yourself that this was a friendship, just like the one you had with Anthony. But you couldn’t deny that each time you saw Benedict, something tugged within you, like a magnet within your chest pulling you in his direction. Try as you might to ignore such feelings, they could overwhelm you when your guard was down. Sometimes at night when you were falling asleep, hovering on the edge of consciousness, you would find yourself saying his name. You savored it on your tongue like a sweet you had stolen just for yourself to enjoy. Then in the morning you would chastise yourself, reminding yourself of all Sir Edgar’s good qualities and how he met your and Anthony’s criteria for a practical choice of husband.

Things progressed this way through the first half of the season. You knew matters with Sir Edgar were escalating when he insisted on holding your hand throughout an entire performance at the opera. It was the greatest affection he had yet shown and though perhaps a bit awkward, you supposed it was sweet in its own way. But you were distracted by the fact that the singer on stage was Anthony’s paramour, and you had a clear view of him in his family’s box above, looking as if he wanted to eat her alive. Whether that was passion or anger you couldn’t be sure, they were so entangled with those two. Just before the show ended, you saw him slip out of the box and disappear.

When crowds began to mingle in the foyer, Sir Edgar gave you a wide smile and stepped away to speak with your mother. You knew, without a doubt, that a proposal was imminent. Even though this was the intended outcome of your courtship, you suddenly felt yourself gripped with nerves. You wanted to speak with Anthony while your mother and suitor were planning your future nearby. His reassurance would put you at ease. You began to search for him in the hallways leading back toward the stage.

You heard Anthony before you saw him, one of three shouting voices echoing around a corner. Turning, you saw that he and the singer were yelling at each other over the shoulders of a large stagehand positioned between the two of them like a wall. The giant of a man was barking at Anthony to leave and looked about ready to trounce him. You felt certain that your presence was the only thing that stopped him because once the group saw you, they fell quiet. With a snarl, Anthony turned on his heel and began marching back toward you, nostrils flaring as he heaved with anger.

“Anthony,” you chased after him.

“Not now, dammit!” He snapped. You both rounded the corner into an empty hall and he paused, looking at you with remorse though he was still panting with frustration. “I’m sorry.” His voice was anguished. “Y/f/n, I’m sorry.”

He was in no state to counsel you about your engagement, that was clear. You hated seeing him like this. You hated that his dalliance caused such maelstroms of emotions within him. But you had grown used to these moods, and you knew how to treat them.

“Anthony,” You placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Take a breath and take yourself home. And don’t open a bottle until you get there.”

Exhaling heavily, he nodded in gratitude. “Will you come and join me, once you leave here?”

You almost reflexively said yes, but stopped yourself. The consequences of being seen alone with him at his home were significantly greater now that you could no longer be dismissed as just his solicitor’s daughter. You were a lady in society, and you had a serious suitor no less. A suitor who was waiting for you in the next room. You just then began to consider the impact your marriage would have upon your friendship with Anthony. Your meetings for brandy and banter would have to decrease if not stop altogether, as your time would be devoted to your husband. You didn’t know how you could continue to seek the comfort from each other that had become so reliable over the years. Now you felt even more conflicted about a proposal, a layer of sadness added to your nerves.

“I don’t know that it would be appropriate now, my lord.” You said sadly, reminding him of your stations. “I am spending the evening with Sir Edgar.”

He looked up at you, all of the same realizations clearly sinking in as his eyes grew somber. He nodded tightly. “Of course.”

“I will see you at tomorrow’s ball. Please take care of yourself.” You released him with a weak smile. His eyes full of pain, he returned a small bow, then walked briskly to a side door.

You wanted to stay with him. To try to convince him, once again, to find a new mistress and leave the drama of the opera singer behind, even knowing he wouldn’t do it. But your own love life and future were taking precedence that night. You each had your own feelings to sort, and could not do so together. You knew you’d have the opportunity to speak with him the next day.

Crossing the foyer back to your mother, Benedict suddenly emerged beside you.

“Miss y/l/n! Have you seen my brother? Our mother is looking for him and naturally I am the one dispatched to retrieve him.” He flashed his tireless smirk.

You fought the little jolt within that you felt every time you saw him. “He has left for the night. I believe you’ll find him at his apartments.”

He frowned as he read your expression. “Is something wrong?”

You knew he was asking about Anthony, but you wanted to divulge all of your own feelings. You knew he would have listened. But with him being part of the reason you felt so odd about an impending engagement, you couldn’t say anything. “It’s not for me to say. But you should go to him.” If you could not be with Anthony, at least he could. “Be gentle with him, Mr. Bridgerton. Brandy and indirect questions should do the trick.”

His brows arched playfully. “Ah, you know the formula.” His grin brought one to your lips too. Then his face screwed up with confusion. “Wait, does that mean you visit him at his apartments?”

“Sometimes. Perhaps not anymore.” You sighed. “Why do you ask?”

His eyes grew intense, deeper somehow. “It’s just…I can’t believe our paths haven’t crossed before now. Or that he never said anything about you.” He was looking at you as if you were a precious artifact, something to marvel at. It rooted you to the spot, something buzzing down your spine. He stepped closer, and you looked up to hold his gaze as he towered over you.

“Remarkable.” He whispered, so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. Then he murmured, almost as if to himself, “Can’t believe it’s taken so long…”

It was the warmth of his fingertips brushing yours that snapped you out of the spell and you all but jumped. “I must go.” You squeaked, then marched into the nearest cluster of people without a look back.

You barely managed to catch your breath by the time you rejoined your mother and Sir Edgar. Your suitor smiled at you knowingly for the rest of the evening as you mingled with the theatergoers and slowly made your way home, walking under the lamplight. He deposited you at your doorstep and dropped a kiss on your hand before taking his leave. Your mother, eyes full of both hope and relief, confided that he had indeed declared his intentions to propose to you at the next night’s ball.

It was settled then. In one day’s time, you would have a fiance, and your family’s future would be secure. You should have felt happy. You should have felt relieved. But all you could think about that night were Anthony and Benedict's eyes. Anthony’s so full of sorrow, a sorrow your marriage wouldn’t let you soothe any longer; and Benedict’s, glittering with some odd fascination. Surely you were reading too much into it with your silly infatuated emotions. You were an overeducated, undersocialized, secret friend of his brother and that made you an anomaly. It was time to stop thinking about him altogether. It was time to start distancing yourself from the Bridgerton brothers. You needed to prepare for the next chapter of your life as Lady Graham. That night, you stowed away the painting of the blue hydrangeas.

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railroadmike1 · 1 year

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Brainwashing a cute little sub, turning her into a brainless dumb doll.

A friend asked me to brainwash his younger sister she just turned 18, and was a bit of a bratty snob. She is cute little looking for her age but has some amazing features. So I was invited to spend the night and it was at around 4 AM that this plan of action took place.

First she always slept in the nude fully nude, so it was great, wireless earbuds were placed in her ears, her legs spread wide and secured into place. her arms were next spread wide above her hear to the bed post's. next a blindfold was added to cover her eyes. we knew she had always wanted to suck a mans cock so a penis gag was slid into her mouth and strapped into place. Next very carefully I added a vibe belt to her tender virgin pussy. everything was in place the nipple clamps would come later. then an elastic head band one size too small for her was placed around her head to keep the ear buds in and to prevent them from falling out.

It was set the ear buds recording started at a low hum of soft relaxing music very zen like. started to play in her ears the vibe came to life low humming she started to rock to the feeling of the vibe about that time I removed all of her blankets reveling her clad tiny naked body with her ample DD45 Boobs, her hips rocking to the vibe and then like a crack of thunder my spiked flogger swung in the air and made contact with her boobs she awoke right away un able to move bound to her bed as she was. the remote on the vibe went to full power as she attempted to cry out in fear, the large penis gag kept her mouth full. the ear buds stopped playing music and was replaced with my voice she settled down long enough for me to speak.

Trinity, I said, Happy 18th B-day, 18 years of annoying other people like they say karma can be a bitch now you will learn to submit and be my brainless mindless cute little dumb doll, But first lets erase the past 18 years. something that will make you go insane is the first step then denied orgasms' followed by sexual over stimulation to your entire body from breast beatings to pussy punches to whatever it takes to make you submit. So lets get started less talk more action so the first step mental reprograming we start now.

I turned off my voice and at the max volume setting static sounds from an old TV pre recorded for 1 hour followed by 5 min of my voice stating what she is (you are nothing but a mindless brainless doll who will submit. then back to the static for another hour. During this time her pussy vibe was on at max setting when I saw she was about to cum it was turned off for 3 min then back on. This process lasted for 2 full days no food or water.

The gag was removed and replaced with a head harness open mouth gag, My cock slid in past her teeth and deep all the way in her throat her tongue was happy to taste something other than rubber. I strapped her head to my waist so she couldn't pull away, it was at that time I decided she needed some proper fluids so I gently relaxed and pissed deep down her throat. she tried to fight it but soon she stared to gulp it all down as she did I patted her head turned the audio down and spoke to her (Good Little dumb slut). She swallowed all of my piss, she then started to lick my shaft hard for the next 30 min I couldn't pull out of the ring gag as the ring is smaller than my cock, I soon came hard as my cum was shot down her throat she did her best to keep my cock hard, I think she figured I couldn't get free so she decided to keep me in place. that was till I was ready to stand up I undid the straps around my waist and she kept her mouth sucking my cock there would be time for this again soon.

I then needed to stand up so I did wat was needed within reach was a collar I locked it to her neck, and spoke to her stop sucking my cock or you will get some serious pain. she ignored me as she now know I was stuck so she kept sucking my cock and made me cum again, this was the only meal she had in two days and once I came down her throat it was my turn to have some fun and pressed a button on a small had device that sent electrical volts into her neck as her throat spasmed my cock slid out of her gag. my fist laded perfectly on her nipple and straight to the base of her chest. 12 more boob punches in her soft flesh then the static and audio recordings started along with my flogger beating her well shaven pussy.

I got a bit hungry and turned everything on her to max settings and left her there for the rest of the day, As her mind slowly drifted away from her, as the static got louder her mind starting to go blank and the dildo gag back in her mouth.

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If you would like to know the next part comment on this post I do enjoy writing. This is a fictional story the names of the people is simply put fantasy, but also based on the real life bdsm devices and creations I do in real life. I have not acted out this scene with anyone yet, If you are 100% female and want to try some of my ideas in person please let me know. And I hope you like this first part again if you would like me to write anothe part just ask me to :-) Be well all.

-Master Mike-

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channiebae · 2 years

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Good Girl

❤ wordcount. 540 words

❤ warnings. sexual themes -MINORS DNI- tell me if i missed anything

❤ genre. smut

inspiration from @lemonlover1110

please check them out!

enjoy! 🐺

“Yeah, that’s it. you’re so good for me sweetheart” Chan says as he pushes your hips down on his dick, your soft velvety walls encased him resulting in a moan to escape from his mouth. “It feels so fucking good.” He grunts now thrusting faster into your cunt. You were barely even doing anything but he still praised you like you were.

This was Chan’s way of relieving stress. another way of relieving his guilty conscience. After a long gruelling day at the studio, reviewing beat after beat for almost 5 hours, He loved spending quality alone time with his girlfriend.

“You’re doing really well babygirl” he tells you before attaching his lips to your nipple. hHs tongue swirls over your sensitive bud, lapping at the flesh. He could do wonders with his mouth.

Satisfied with himself, he goes faster. hHs nails digging into your skin. you try to keep quiet as his cock hits the right spots. You're practically squirming under his touch. Putty.

His eyes are in yours. He loved the look of pure pleasure that he knew only he could accomplish. The beauty that was for him and only him. he loved you when you looked like this. Submissive. So fucking submissive for him and him only. "My baby girl is so pretty," He breathes.

Your hands reach down to play with your clit. You need more stimulation to reach your orgasm. yYs, his cock did feel really good but you couldn't reach your high on that alone.

"I love your cunt baby"

Your hand comes off your mouth for a moment releasing a low moan. He immediately attaches his lips onto yours. His tongue invading your mouth. Cutting out all senses in the world. His moans translate into your mouth, as he rams in faster and faster chasing after his own high.

Pulling away from the kiss, he smiles and praises how you were so good for handling his cock.

His name leaves your lips, careful as not to wake up the other members. They wouldn’t let you live it down if they ever knew what you guys were doing. The dirty things that you did after dark.

He watches you play with your clit, His fingers quickly replacing yours. His fingers go the perfect speed, giving you intense pleasure. You could already feel it coming. You wanted it so bad. Your breathing gets heavier by the minute.

“Fuck, Chan -” you moan, shutting your eyes a you feel pleasure spread through your body. Going to your veins and into the ground. you absolutely loved this feeling and he knew it.

“My baby girl loves coming on my cock right?” He asks as you hum in response and smile on your face from the intense pleasure.

Going faster now, he continues praising you, “Yeah just hang on a bit baby” He grunts his hands on your hips, now moving faster than ever. The way he groans tells you how good you’re making him feel.

All day long he thinks about coming to the dorms and when everyone is asleep he can fucking you all night long. Your tight little pussy clenching his. Making him feel so fucking good.

"Fuck” he breathes as he comes into you.

"You're such a good girl”

i really hoped you enjoyed that! please request if you anymore story ideas.

have a chan on your way out! 🐺

till the next post! ❤

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chain-link-smut · 7 months

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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 27: Gan x Link(Wild) - Come Home

Summary: After attending a Gerudo festival, Link (Wild) has a surprise waiting at home for his lover.

Notes: This is a little snippet of the next big fic I'm doing. Started it over a year ago and haven't touched it in a long time.

Word count: 1,686

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Link was left with his own imagination while Ganon had gone back to work a few days after the festival. He was having a meeting with the Gerudo council, President of Hyrule and his company head advisors. It was supposed to start at 10:00am and last until 2:00pm. Ganon had mentioned that he probably needed to stay later to make sure everything was in order.

Link protested, saying that they could handle one more day without him. When that didn’t work, he came up with a better idea right away. He had a mischievous smile as he easily gave up the protest.

“Oh no, what are you planning?” Ganon had asked.

“Oh, I’m just going to make you wish you would have agreed with me. Hope you have a great day at work babe.” He kissed Ganon and shooed him out the front door with an ‘I love you’.

Now it was 2:30. “Hey, how was the meeting?” Link texted Ganon.

“Boring and not needed. How is your day?”

“Oh, bummer. Should have come home. Mine has been somewhat pleasurable.”

“Still have to work, Link. Pleasurable?”

“Are you sure about that?”

…

“I’m sure I can change your mind.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Very… put headphones on. Would hate for someone to hear me… ;)”

Link wiggled on the bed as he sent the video he had made only an hour before. He played it again with a smile, knowing how Ganon was going to act.

Ganon got a video sent to his phone from his flirtatious Link. When he opened the text the stilled video showed Link, mouth hung open, eyes rolled back, skin red and wet. Ganon turned on his bluetooth headphones, connected them to his phone and pressed play. He immediately had a dark blush on his cheeks. He sucked in a breath as the first sound played.

Link was in their bed, phone set up so Ganon could have a full view. "Ahh Ganon… Ganon!" Link was riding a dildo, one hand pinching an already very red nipple as the other hand stroked himself. Link made so many sounds. “ Mmm, Ganon… I need you here… I need you fucking me…. Ah goddesses… Ganon please!!"

Ganon was now trying to not grab himself to relieve the massive erection he had. The sight of Link being impaled, losing himself thinking of him, saying his name… it was too much. "Oh Ganon! Ganon I-I'm gonna cum!" Ganon's office was sound proof, so whispers weren't going to be heard. He whispered to himself, "Please cum baby, come on." Ganon loved the sight, feel and sound of Link cumming. "Mph, ah ahh AHH-" the video cut off. Ganon was wide eyed, still waiting for the end of the video to happen. Link purposely didn’t show the climax. Ganon groaned and rubbed his face.

"That is a very dirty game you are playing, but goddesses, that was sexy! I want you so bad right now… "

"Well, if you liked that…. You should come home and see what else I have set up for you. It's what I got from the festival and it is quite delicious ."

"... I'll be home in twenty… I'm going to tear that sweet ass up!"

"Few things first… 1. Let me know that it's you when you come home 2. Your goal for today is over stimulation and some torture 3. Don't be too gentle with some of the things I have laid out for you, pain will feel good. Bruises are required! 4. You can reposition me as needed 5. There won't be a safety word (you'll see why) so if I snap my fingers it means stop 6. Don't you dare hold back and you promised me a bite too. With that, I won't be texting back. Hurry up!"

Link put his phone down and bit his bottom lip. He slid off the bed that he already had prepared. The sheet and comforter were pulled all the way to the bottom of the bed and one pillow was placed in the middle for himself. The wrist restraints came with straps that went under the bed. Link loved the fact that the restraints hooked up to a swivel clip so he could be turned over without having to go through the hassle of undoing everything first. It would allow Ganon to manhandle him…

Link started to get excited in his nether region. He ran over to his dresser and took his fishnet briefs and crop top out and gently put them on so as not to rip anything. He placed the nipple clips on and shivered. There was a black chain that was attached to the ends too. He put the collar around his neck, attaching the leash to it, then dimmed the light to where they were almost not on.

Once back at the bed he put on ankle cuffs with the bar. Once secured, he took the gag he placed on the bed in his mouth and put the blindfold on, but not covering his eyes yet. He got his wrist cuffs in order and took a deep breath. He pulled down the blindfold, laid back onto the cold sheets and blindly attached himself to the swivel clip above his head. He was ready.

Ganon pulled into the driveway, not even caring to park in the garage. He left all his work belongings in his car and rushed into the house. “Link? I’m home.” No answer, but the smell in the house said that he was there. Incense were filling the house with a spicy scent. He loosened his tie to take it off, unbuttoned his shirt and went to the master bedroom. The door was shut. He hesitated, heart racing, but opened it.

It was dim, but he could clearly see the shape of his lover on the bed. He kicked off his dress shoes at the door, unbuckled his belt and stood at the bottom of the bed. He couldn’t control his breathing as he looked over the gorgeous man in their bed. He couldn’t believe that Link planned this out and wanted to be at his mercy - or lack of. He looked everything over to see how Link was strapped down.

Something on Ganon’s night stand caught his eye. There was rope, riding crop, lube, the dildo from the video, a mini chest of ice and hot wax. Ganon ripped his belt from his pants and watched how Link’s ears twitched to the sudden sound and his body flinched. He took off his clothes, leaving him in his underwear. He walked to Link’s left and ran his fingers along his soft yet strong jaw, keeping his wrist close so Link could get his scent.

Link followed Ganon’s wrist with his nose, wanting to keep the other’s scent close. When it went away he whimpered around the gag ball. Hearing the low chuckle from Ganon made him groan. He loved that man’s voice.

Ganon didn’t want to go right to the rough things, he wanted to savor every moment of pleasure. Link wanted this and Ganon only wanted his Hylian love to be happy and pleasured. He did say not to hold back, to bite, leave bruises and marks… Ganon wasn’t going to deny Link this and if Ganon was honest with himself, he was going to enjoy it too.

Ganon went to the foot of the bed again and placed a hand on each foot. He slowly, gently touched every bit of skin on Link’s legs. Ganon did have to appreciate that the other also recently shaved his legs and apparently everywhere else too. Every time he went into the inner thigh area, Link would rush a breath out of his nose. He moved his hands to where Link’s legs connected to his groin and followed upwards, dippings slightly into the fishnet covering him. He continued to his hips, across his torso, middle of his chest, up his arm then back down. He gave the chain that held onto the nipple clamps a slight tug. “M-ah.” Link moaned around the gag.

Once his skin had been stimulated, Ganon took the hot wax and checked the temperature before he took the stick that was present in it and dripped the hot wax onto the other's waistline. Link sucked in a ragged breath through his nose and his hips flinched at the heat with a moan. He did this a few more times before he used the contrasting ice to go around Link’s nipples.

The Hylian squirmed, back arching ever so slightly off the bed. Ganon tugged again at the chain along Link’s chest a few times with ice still circling his erect, tender nipples. With a one fast pull, the clamps ripped off the pink nubs. Link let out a cracked moan that borderlined a scream. Ganon took full advantage of the new feeling and dove down to the flat chest under him. He swirled his tongue around the hard nubs, nipping and flicking as he went. He pinched, rolled and twisted whichever one wasn't in his mouth. He spent much time on his chest, causing them to swell. Ganon placed the clips back on Link, adding a little pain to the pleasure.

Next, Ganon slid a hand up to Link’s throat, giving it a squeeze as well as rubbing a hand over the other’s cock. It was solid and ready. His hand went down further to the entrance he wanted to tease, since it had teased him earlier.

Ganon sucked in a sharp breath when something metal met his fingers instead of skin. Ganon felt around, realizing what was. “Mmm… what do we have here?” He knelt on the bed, mouth next to Link’s left ear, hand still on the metal object. “You have been a naughty, dirty boy today my love. You got yourself all ready for me.” He spun it as he pushed slightly in. “Such a good boy for me.” Link moaned. “I do wonder though… how many times can I make you cum.” He bit the now red pointy ear. “Let’s find out.”

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

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gasolineghuleh · 3 months

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Fancy A Fleshy?

So I ask you fucking HEATHENS for a drabble and this is what came out first. I gave myself a 10 minute timer and just wrote what came to mind. It's barely edited, but it's here.

I'm planning on doing one a day.

no miners down here, no gold in these hills, i swear

Copia rolls over in bed, flinging a forearm over his eyes in a desperate attempt to force himself to fall asleep. The lack of any kind of meaningful love, on both ends of the equation (in Copia's mind, anyways), has completely ruined him. Sure, a one night stand every now and then takes care of some base desires, but when even that option goes kaput for an indeterminate amount of time, it's hard not to give up all hope.

NO! Now isn't the time to be thinking about that. Before falling down the rabbit hole of being a cult figurehead, his focus was never this wishy-washy or based entirely on other people's perception of him. Now he can't help but wonder what they all think when they see him pass through the halls in couture robes. All these thoughts are the products of sleeplessness, he just needs to force his brain to shut the fuck up and drift off. He's about ready to cover his head with his pillow just to break up the monotony of his ever-present thoughts when there's a knock at his bedroom door. He groans internally, wondering why someone would try and bother him this late. It isn't that he doesn't like company or has anything against whoever might be on the other side of the heavy door, but right now what he truly wants most is to cum balls deep in a woman and then sleep for the next year.

Copia swings his legs over the side of his bed and grabs the heavy satin banyan from the edge of his mattress. He ties the strings in a bow around his waist before putting the matching sleeping cap back on and adjusting his robe once more to make certain that he's decent. When the door swings open, it's none other than one of his favorite Sisters, looking more than appetizing.

She says, "I came by for two reasons, I wanted to apologize to you again about earlier tonight and see if you were perhaps wanting to make up with a little... fun, so to speak."

The last bit catches him off guard. Last he had heard, this particular pretty Sister was bedding down with one of his more burly Ghouls. Now it seems that she's seeking that same rough treatment and he is more than willing to let her have it, not to mention get to release. Still...

The clock on his mantle loudly chimes the hour: 3 am.

He needs to be awake by 5...

"Sister," he starts, a placating smile on his lips, "I'm afraid I have to decline. I am old, you know, and it is past my bedtime." The Sister looks disappointed momentarily but recovers quickly, nodding. "Perhaps... if you wanted to come and wake me?" he finishes with a raised eyebrow.

The Sister tilts her head and shifts her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, thinking. She shrugs a second later, "I mean, sure. Waking Papa, it would be an honor, anyhow. I'm sure you'll be a great breakfast."

He laughs and taps the pad of his finger to her nose, "I look forward to tomorrow then, Sister. Goodnight." As she turns to leave, he gives her rear a quick swat which earns him a playful glare.

Before she turns to leave for good, this time with a wry smile, she responds, "Goodnight, Papa."

When the Sister's footsteps become distant down the stone hall, he closes the door, locking it tightly. He won't need much more sleep than what he already planned to get, but the thought of a bedmate, the rhythmic weight of her on his chest as he rises and falls with his breath is enough to speed up his resolve to finally try and sleep. He crawls back underneath the covers and shuts the lamp off by his bedside, but immediately wriggles a hand through the thin gap in between his mattress and box spring in search of his plastic... device.

In terms of making sure his cock received at least some stimulation on a nightly basis, his first question was how to not-quite cheat on whomever he happened to be sleeping with at the time without actually breaking the relationship. While that fulfilled some of his own fetishistic wants, he was more in the need of something close to how a real woman would feel, but not the potential cataclysm that came afterward.

His hand firmly grasps the handle of the fleshlight and he props it up with the held of some pillows and dirty talk that only he can hear. Copia's cock is already straining at the button of his sleep pants and he pulls them down gratefully, hissing through his teeth when the cool night air kisses his cock. His fingers trace along his shaft and his balls hang heavily beneath him as he situates himself in a semi-missionary position with the toy. It isn't too often that he gives himself the time to masturbate these days, what with his work mostly done at all hours of the night and early morning with practically nobody to keep him company when the sun goes down.

A pump of perfectly placed lube into his palm and he's ready to go, slicking up his cock in a swift and practiced motion. The shaft of his cock slides perfectly against his palm, the glide eased by the lubricant and the borderline desperation in his movements. The Sister in the hallway... it isn't like he's never noticed her before-- anyone with eyeballs would notice tits and an ass like that, even through the black habits and veils. When they'd parted ways, there was a... change to her demeanor. She seemed far more coy and her hips walked with a newfound sense of confidence. Is it cocky of him to think that he did that to her? Possibly, but at the same time... it's also likely true. He hasn't seen anyone else lately have that effect on a Sister like that. Not since he became Papa.

Another shake of his head and a press of his hips. He groans, chest deep, as he situates his cock into the toy.

"Fuck," he breathes out. A gentle rock of his hips to make sure that he's situated properly and then a steady thrust. With his eyes closed, it's so easy to imagine someone else, a body rocking above him, riding him, using him for her pleasure. He moves his other hand up to his chest and tweaks his nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumb. The light stimulation makes him shudder and his balls tighten, but he needs more than just this, he needs to feel like he's fucking someone.

He starts to imagine what it'd be like if that Sister were here with him now, what she'd sound like as she fucked herself on his cock. Would she make the same little noises he did, would she bite her lip and toss her head back, or would she be demanding, pinning him down and riding him until her thighs quaked with overstimulation? Copia's breathing grows heavier as the heat begins to coil in the pit of his stomach and he grips the base of his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. It's hard not to think about all the possibilities of what it would be like to be with her, to know her, to hold her, to taste her-

A breathy gasp from his throat and he feels his body begin to tremble, the tell-tale sign that he's close to cumming, close to tipping over that edge into the oblivion of pleasure and--

His door creaks open behind him.

"Papa? I hope it's okay, I don't think I can wait until-" The voice stops dead in its tracks and Copia feels the blood drain from his face.

"I, uhm. I can come back?" she suggests somewhat sheepishly, despite offering the same thing only moments before. Copia rolls over and immediately covers himself with his blankets. It's a useless move, seeing as he's still quite obviously... erect... and his potential bedmate has already seen him in the process of getting himself off. Not only that, but the Sister is now blushing the same color as Primo's robes and trying not to look at him.

"It's alright, you can come in," he says, his voice coming out much hoarser than he intended. The Sister nods and enters his room, locking the door behind her. She shuffles forward, her black habit swaying as she moves. The closer she gets, the more the blush on her cheeks becomes visible and the more embarrassed she seems to become. He's never seen her quite like this before, so shy. Normally she's a fiery spitfire, someone who's able to keep him on his toes and who doesn't take any of his bullshit. But right now she seems almost like a little girl, someone who's never had the pleasure of a man's touch.

As she walks towards him, the first thing that hits him is the smell of her perfume.

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azeutreciathewicked · 4 months

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Congratulations! You are the winner of an all-expenses paid fanfic voyage where you get to savor a series of incredibly hot, smutty, and oh so very sacrilegious threesomes with our favorite bastard Angel and totally-not-nice slinky-hipped Demon.

If you’d like to skip directly to the fic without spoilers and read the wall of shame delightful content tags there (including “Turbo Virgins” and “Aziraphale has a dirty mouth”), lick, er, click the link: The Nephilim Loophole by Ashmodai the Wicked

To continue with your itinerary and free preview, read on!

In the first two chapters, “Negotiation” (Ch. 1) and “The Munch,” (Ch. 2) we will establish our characters and their goals for this naughty but sex positive journey, including boundaries, safe words, and negotiations as our ineffable duo learn: “sex, how do?”

Next stop will be some lovely “getting to know you” action with intense making out, wandering hands, a human sandwich, and some naughty bits coming out to play in the second half on “The Couch” (Ch. 3).

After that, we’ll turn up the heat in “Exposed” (Ch. 4) with clothes coming off, penetration, and other vanilla-plus intimate hijinks, with some cum licking and a celebratory spitroast at the end.

We’ll take a quick rest stop at “Interlude” (Ch. 5) to recover from these exertions, plus add some very clear foreshadowing about what is to come so you may say the safeword (“Vavoom”) and go straight to “Aftercare” (Ch. 7) if you’ve had enough. Beware your voice mail – Aziraphale is getting the hang of leaving scandalous messages for you during work hours!

“Driven” (Ch. 6), our final extra long* leg(?) through Smut Town will be a busy medley of BDSM (minus the crushing humiliation, flogging, and inflicted pain you may associate with that acronym), complicated relationship dynamics, a bit of obsession and possessiveness, sex addiction, a bratty sub, some fun little toys, a whole lotta sexy talk, spanking, angel wall sex, double penetration and triple penetration.

Treat yourself to a provocative and hypnotizing oral delivery by our very own fledgling Gentle Dom Aziraphale who pumps out as much praise as you can lap up, as long as you are well-behaved. Otherwise, there will be some very stern chastisement and light verbal humiliation for both you and Crowley, as you are partners in the crime of being too damn horny for your own good (“you couldn’t behave yourselves for one elevator ride!”). You might just want to keep misbehaving to get a longer scolding…

But is everything as it seems? Things will get quite kinky, a bit weird, maybe even a little eldritch this time, but still very much consensual and sex-positive.

*Note: This chapter doubled the length of this fic. And it’s mostly Aziraphale’s dirty, dirty mouth running without anyone to stop him because he put himself in charge. Not that anyone’s into that… right?

We ask that you stay in your seats until the ride has come to a complete stop at the stations of “Aftercare” (Ch. 7) and “Primum non nocere” (Ch. 8) to see if it can make sense in the end. The author will not be held responsible for any lingering angst inflicted on our demon and angel; our liability insurance only covers you, the reader, and you will be perfectly safe… trust us!

Don’t be intimidated by the size of this monster – it goes down smooth if you relax and let it take you. Please have a pleasurable and stimulating journey!

Content tags for entire work: (mostly in Ch. 6 - Driven)

2nd person perspective, MFM threesome, consent established prior, safe words, adult language, crude language, sexy words, scent fetish, taste fetish, cum play, spanking, light humiliation, small toys, vibrators, sexy phone talk / texting, power trip, control, power imbalance, relationship imbalance, psychological spiral, punishment, BDSM (lite), anal, self-destructive behavior, soft/gentle dom, possibility of manipulation?, mirror sex, a touch of eldritch/uncanny, double penetration, triple penetration, oral sex, sex positivity, turbo virgins

Ready to start your voyage? Excellent Read "The Nephilim Loophole" Update 18JAN2024: Stay tuned for two more installments to make this a trilogy! There will be smut, but there will also be angelic lore, character development, and heavy plot by the end.

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johneroserotica · 9 months

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Test Subject: 0073

Day 1: Preparation

Test Subject 0073 has been teased with the Penetrator 3.0. The constantly vibrating phallus has been highly sufficient in causing an extreme need for sexual release throughout the day. As with past test subjects, the intense vibration emitted, as well as its knack for teasing a woman’s entrance with the possibility of penetration, has kept her constantly requesting more. The thought of what it would feel like to have it vibrating that way within them always causes for a desperation to be penetrated as fast as possible.

The subject had also informed us that the addition of the rotating feature to the phallus made it feel ‘alive’ while it teased her labia and clitoris.

As a reward for enduring so many hours of stimulation without climax in preparation for tomorrow, she has been granted full penetration by the machine. It has been programmed to shut off at any signs of impending climax. This will continue for 60 minutes, after which the subject will rest and be prepared to return here tomorrow. I am pleased with the penetrative device’s performance in anticipation for the upcoming tests.

Day 2:

Her responses to the self-regulating devices have been most pleasing. The hand-held vibrating wand, having been set to maintain an orgasmic state within the subject, has succeeded in keeping her locked in a continuous cycle of orgasms when coincided with penetration. The subject has been rendered incapable of coherent speech – other than interspersed begging – as expected.

The self-regulating dildo shall be introduced for the next stage to examine its potency. For now however, testing shall continue with the wand applied directly to her clitoris until the subject can abstain from any speech or noise at all for a total of 5 minutes. So far, only 20 seconds have been reached until moaning and subsequent screaming continued.

Day 3:

The self-regulating dildo has so far proven to be successful; it has been consistent in keeping the subject constantly on the edge of orgasm since the beginning of the test. The instrument has had a 100% success ratio in determining how close the subject has been to climax, effectively adjusting the speed and power of penetrations to keep her from climactic release.

The utilization of the self-regulating wand vibrator in conjunction with this dildo has allowed for the subject to be rendered incapable of completing any verbal tasks without resorting to continued, pronounced begging.

The self-lubrication will allow for up to 5 hours of unhindered penetration, so far the device has been agreeable. It will be beneficial to examine whether the effects of the dildo on the subject are hampered by the wand at all over an extended duration; the findings of which can be used to test the next model of vibrators. We have 2 days until tests of the new model begin, until then, I believe we will have ample time to examine how far this device can push the subject.

Day 5:

The subject has had to once again be tied in place. Findings have shown that without restraint, the automated vibrators have succeeded in stimulating her past the point of tolerable stimulation (herein deemed beyond the limits of self-sustained masturbation) after merely 2 minutes approximately. Now tied in position, the device can work without her interference.

The analysis shows that the device is a resounding success, with the vibrating ends continuously following her clitoris and keeping in contact. Even when the subject attempts to pull away, the device swiftly maintains contact within 0.8 seconds duration. The subject’s movements and attempts to escape the stimulation have not impeded the device in any of the settings; the ability to maintain stimulation at the brink of orgasm but deny release worked flawlessly.

Currently the device has been set to maintain a state of constant orgasmic sensations. It has proved successful in keeping her cycling orgasms far beyond her previous capabilities. Findings are more than pleasing, with the vibrators able to change the pattern and positioning on the clitoris directly, maintaining the optimal level of stimulation without desensitizing the subject. With the added effects of the dildo also implemented, the responses have been greater than previously seen. The subject has so far been able to promise that she will take part in whatever study we desire so long as the devices are removed from her, stating that the orgasms are too intense. Since that time, approximately 20 minutes ago, the subject has made no coherent communication besides extended screams of climax. This researcher requests further study, for now though I shall simply continue with test subject 0073 in this state in order to see how long it takes until unconsciousness.

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