#cw free use

[k-nkypills]

‘My daughter is fine!’

Your son has a raging praise, size, breeding & free use kink, loves getting called good boy or pup and gets emotional when shown human decency and care idk what to tell you bestie <3

#pills for my beloved #agender nsft #trans nsft #bd/sm switch #nsft trans #‘nsft’ #mlm nsft #mlm ns/fw #t4t bd/sm #nblm nsft #cw breeding #cw free use #praise k!nk

[chrollohearttags]

y’all mind if I be depraved for a minute? cause imma do it anyway.

cw//free use, anal, other things

but reiner with a free use kink would be so…just imagine being his sweet little housewife, taking you at his leisure and fucking you brainless at all hours and minutes of the day. You never know when he’ll appear or when he’ll ask for it (if he does at all) so you’re always wearing something cute..dainty, revealing and easy access. Lace teddies, tight dresses and sometimes nothing but a pair of knee socks. You must be ready for him at all times so he keeps you stuffed with pretty little toys he lets you pick out. Bejeweled plugs, a vibrator he stuffs inside of you as he keeps his phone in his pocket and controls it; laughing as he watches you squeeze your chubby little thighs together and try to hold it in but instead, those sweet juices are trickling down your skin. He loves it but not for too long. Your holes belong to him and only him, after all. His to stretch, mold and fill to his content. His to stuff full of his fingers or thick cock regardless of what you were doing at the moment. You were his little slut, an object for his pleasure when he felt compelled..but you don’t mind one bit. Not when he’s so doting..telling you how pretty you look all fucked out and dumb with his fingers in your mouth, drool spilling onto the counter top because he’s been pounding your pussy, making you climax until your bladder was empty and the pit of your belly was sore. Until those legs are shaking and his copious amounts of cum are gliding down them like flowing water because you can no longer house any. “N-no..no more. I’m so..oh my gosh.” That’s what you tell him, sure. But he knows better that. He sets his sights on your fluttering little hole that’s sucking on that heart shaped metal plug and now he wants to take its place. Snatching it out with haste and all but sending shock to your body as he claims it right then and there. It’s the only semblance of a break he’ll give you so you better be gracious. Because it won’t be long until he decides to breed you yet again..you just don’t know when it’ll happen. That’s the joy for him.

“No, darlin’. We’re finished when I say so. You and every part of this sexy body belongs to me.”

#cherry’s works ✦⭒ #aot x black reader #reiner braun #reiner brainrot #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun x reader #black reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #reiner x black reader #aot au #reiner x reader #reiner smut #cowboy reiner #reiner braun smut #cw breeding #cw free use #cnc cw #reiner braun headcanons #reiner headcanons #aot reiner #reiner braun x y/n #aot smut #attack on titan #I should not be allowed to write for this man when I’m ovulating #dear god #black fem reader #black reader smut #aot drabbles #aot headcanons

[cosmicstarlatte]

Can I share this silly scenario that's been rotating in my mind?

So, MC has a sort of signal when they're up for free use in the HoL, they wear a black choker around their neck, and usually wear their hair up so the brothers can see it. So the brothers have kinda been Pavlovian conditioned into getting excited whenever MC has that combination of choker and hair up.

Somehow, Diavolo learns about this. He trolls the brothers by giving MC a fancy choker to wear at the next fancy event at the demon lord's castle. The brothers spend the entire event completely frustrated, and only get more frustrated when Diavolo insists MC spends the night at the castle.

nsfw mdni // mc gets called 'little one' once

AAAAA AAJSGKGKFKDJGH

I LOVE MEAN DIAVOLO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

You know damn well Diavolo would do some shit like that, I particularly feel he does it most to see Lucifer get riled up; the rest of the brothers are just a bonus to the shenanigans.

Dia would probably point out the beautiful jewelry in front of other guests, even go as far to touch the beautiful choker around your neck, noticing how each of the brothers just grit their teeth. /screaming

The brothers do spend the entire night frustrated, not only have they been conditioned, they now feel like everyone else might jump at you at any second!

That being said, I feel like Mammon would be the one who whines the most, asking you to take it off. </3 😭

Omg at the end of the event you and the brothers are finally excited to go home but Dia stops you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"MC are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" His hand gives you a small squeeze before lightly massaging your shoulder. "You look like you could use some rest little one. Dont worry Lucifer, I'll take good care of them."

At this point Lucifer isn't even hiding his annoyed face he's just DONE lmaooo

"No, we shouldn't impose on you Lord Diavolo, c'mon MC—" Lucifer takes your hand but you reluctantly hold back.

"Well actually Lucifer I am pretty tired—"

LUCIFER EYES JUST BULGE OUT AHAHAHA (along with the rest of the brothers)

Mammon snaps out of it quick, sweeping you off your feet and going, "Nope. We're going home, cya!"

And Lucifer just smirks and shrugs at Dia, "Looks like we can take care of MC, thank you."

pls this ask was so funny tysm for sharing akskdfkkg

anyway if it were me I'm a hoe and I'd let a few of the brothers hit through out the night anyway, we'd escape for a few minutes when no one's watching 😌

#raise ur hand if you'd wear that collar 25/8 OOOO WEEEE 😩🤚 #and I'd smash Dia too ofc bc that's bae fr 🤭 #✩ — the star: javert! #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me crack #obey me shitpost #obey me imagines #obey me smut #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹ #tw free use #cw free use

[tired-biscuit]

I know you haven't written a lot for Spiderverse at all, but I have to say I love your portrayal of Miguel! And your little drabble about being Kiba's service-sub housewife got me thinking, do you think Miguel would like a service-sub housewife, too? I know you're mostly a Naruto blog but I can't help finding myself loving the few Miguel pieces you've done, your writing is incredible 💜

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: free use, somnophilia, cockwarming. established relationship.

↳ thanks a bunch, your message was so sweet! definitely made me smile really big. here’s some husband miguel rocking both your world and your pussy.

i think he would, though you’d definitely have to be the one to suggest it first.

while i do see miguel as a naturally dominant sort of man who loves staying in control in just about every aspect, he also comes across as very reserved and is thus rarely willing to let himself completely loose; even in bed. so it’d take some time for him to get used to the fact that you’d be literally offering yourself to him and would be giving him a free pass whenever he’d as much as think of desiring it.

he just seem to be very respectful towards the people he admires and loves, you know? he thinks that fucking you hard and quick in random places just because his blood runs hot all of a sudden is beneath what you deserve.

he’s gloomy and dark, and you’re pure light in his eyes because his heart has switched places with his brain ever since he’s fallen in love and has placed that ring on your finger. he doesn’t want to blemish all your purity and goodness, even if that wouldn’t be the case at all.

so even if you’d initiate it first and would get him going with the help of some lovey-dovey looks, the fluttering of your eyelashes, and some strokes to his broad chest and shoulders, he’d second guess the entire thing and would constantly be making sure if it really is all right like you say it is.

you’d literally have to be throwing yourself at him, telling him to just use you already, for him to actually do something. it’d go slow, but eventually he’d ease himself into the idea.

you can be very tempting when you want to be, and at the end of the day, he is nothing but a man.

the first time it happens, he’s working late for the fourth day in a row and is feeling terribly lonely and frustrated because of it. he misses you in more ways than one and you’re always asleep when he comes home, so he warily makes the decision to fuck you in his lab one night when you swing by to bring him dinner — knowing him, he hasn’t eaten since he left the house this morning — and bends you over at the middle on the first flat surface he sees.

the sex is cautious and he’s stiff as a board during the entirety of it; you can literally tell that he’s way too deep in his head about it and is calculating every single movement. he watches you like a hawk from the moment his big, calloused hands slip underneath your light sundress and hike it up to your waist.

he’s practically waiting to hear you say stop — even when he carefully pushes your panties to the side and sinks balls deep into your cunt with a little help of some spit and a couple of strokes to your clit. even as lewd, wet sounds resonate throughout the room, then, and mix with your panting and his grunts. he waits.

but you never say the word.

that’s the whole point of it, after all.

instead, your palms slam flat against the desk he’s got you bending over at. your toes wiggle in your shoes as you find better footing when he really starts to get into it and turns rough as a result. your hips press closer to his own and your back arches ever so slightly, allowing you to take his fat cock even deeper. you ready yourself; ready yourself to please your husband like the good little wife that you are.

after that night, miguel allows himself to take a little more from you each time.

he still comes home late on most days, but he uses the chance to catch up by gently and almost hesitantly nudging your tight hole with his cock while you’re still asleep; until your pussy is literally drooling and you’re waking up in your bed feeling all hot and sweaty because of how tight, borderline suffocating his embrace has become, and how intense the stretch that you feel between your legs is getting.

sometimes he comes to see you after a successful mission and fucks you against the wall of the first secluded spot he can find. he’s still covered in grime and sweat, there’s piping hot adrenaline still coursing his veins, and his hair is as wild as the look in his dark eyes — now where the hell has his mask gone? — but he doesn’t care about any of that.

because goddamn, your legs are wrapped around his waist and you’re doing that cute ‘o’ face that he likes oh, so fucking much as you struggle to breathe properly, and your pussy is just so tight whenever he bullies his way inside of you so unexpectedly like this. he can literally feel it squeezing around him, trying to milk him dry of very last drop of cum he’s able to produce.

other times, usually when he takes it a bit easy work-wise, he just rests at home by making you cockwarm him. he’s watching TV — something exceptionally boring, probably — or is looking something up on the computer, and you’re just sitting on his lap, whining about how his cock has been outright kissing your cervix from the second he saw you passing by dressed in nothing else but his t-shirt.

he even nips at your neck whenever you try to move, deadly fangs sliding across the tender skin. it just makes you even more wet; it’s just so good.

so yeah, i do think that he’d like the idea of free use and would even grow fond of it the more you’d both indulge it. it’d be some sort of stress relief in a way. also, he would never, never belittle you or shame you for it. you’re the perfect wife.

when he loves, he just truly loves, you know? it’s deep and unshakeable. every time he ‘uses’ you, he makes sure to make up for it afterwards. he’s just that kind of guy, even if he may not look like it at first glance.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #atsv smut #biscuit drabbles #cw free use #cw somnophilia

[bloompompom]

♡ content: ~1k word count. eren jaeger x fem!reader, free use, established relationship, oops just filth, PIV sex, mentions of aftercare, explicit language, explicit sexual content. reader discretion advised. 18+ only

I don't know about you, but I find free use super hot, and I can't help but think Eren would agree

Like, there’s just something about it, perhaps the devotion aspect—about you, his baby, his one and only, being available, willing, and happy to satisfy him, any time he wished.

Your agreement is meant for nights like this: a Friday evening after what you know was a long week for Eren. He’s been coming home late every night, practically working two jobs while his boss scrambled to fill the newly empty role at the company. For whatever reason, the responsibility fell on Eren, leaving him exhausted, tense. The kind of tense that naps and shoulder rubs can't relieve. 

And that’s where said agreement comes into play. Whenever you wear this pajama set, specifically this one—skimpy, sheer, short—it’s code for ‘anything goes.’ Anything he wants. That’s the only rule. 

Phrasing it like that makes it sound as though he’s the only one to get pleasure out of it, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. It’s almost like foreplay, really. This little secret you can't wait to reveal. All day, anticipation bubbled low in your stomach from the moment the idea popped into your head. ‘What would really cheer him up?’ You can already see the look on his face, imagine how desperately he’d take you right then, like he couldn’t bear another second without being inside you, however he wanted. 

You’ve been thinking about your husband so much that the creak of the front door opening and closing makes your thighs clench, like you’re no better than one of Pavlov’s trained dogs. 

Assuming he’d be late again, you haven’t gotten any further than spreading some ingredients along the counter before you hear him announce himself. But tonight, he’s right on time. Even better. 

Eren finds you in the kitchen, already starting his usual ‘work sucked’ rant, when the sight of you has him shutting up. He stops dead in his tracks, just like you’d hoped. He’d undone the first button of his collared shirt, tie loosened around his neck, and he wore this look on his face like you were a welcomed—very, very welcomed—surprise. 

Rush hour was a bitch; Eren was too busy white-knuckling the steering wheel to consider this as a possibility for tonight. But then you greet him with that soft smile of yours, the one that would appear innocent to anyone else, and he almost wants to laugh like he should have known better. But you’re like a magnet; he’s only capable of drawing in closer. 

He comes to hug you from behind, his hands smoothing down your sides as he holds you close. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck, warming and tickling your skin in a mixture of kisses and faint breaths through his nose. 

You’re already spilling giggly moans when you say, “Hi to you, too.”

It’s met with a drunken ‘Hi,’ murmured against your skin between open-mouthed kisses. His hands never slow, enjoying their way over every inch of your body. They slide beneath your tank top and up your front to cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging, rolling your nipples in his fingers until he can pinch and pull flimsy whines from you. With each one, you can feel another of his needy ruts, his cock incredibly stiff against your ass even through his slacks. It only takes a few of those before you’re biting your lip at the metallic rustling of him removing his belt. 

Once that’s out of the way, his pants now pooled on the kitchen tile, the only barrier remaining is your sleep shorts. Hardly a barrier, if you ask him; they’re shamefully thin, after all. Perfectly made for pushing aside for easy-access fucking, and you were even considerate enough to forget your panties.

Eren slips a hand between your legs, trailing the tips of his fingers through you. It ignites a shiver through you, has your hips wiggling for more. But Eren isn’t any better. When he discovers how wet you are already, how you probably spent the afternoon fantasizing about being used, it absolutely wrecks him. 

Eren licks his hand before returning it to your pussy, rubbing tight circles against your clit. Then, without warning, his fingers only leave you to grab your ass, spreading you for him. His other angles his cock against you before thrusting inside. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” he says as he bottoms out. The end of it’s nothing more than a hedonistic hiss, lost in the feeling of you squeezing him, trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion. 

Your mouth gapes on a hitched breath, eyes screwing shut as your palms press into the counter in a vain attempt to keep yourself upright. But it only takes another thirty seconds of snapping hips, the head of his cock reaching that ‘don’t fucking stop’ spot deep inside you, before your arms start to stutter. 

He pins you to the cold granite with a hand flattened against the middle of your back. It’s soon replaced by him—the weight of his body, the heat of it—against yours as you’re smushed and bent over the counter. 

Eren’s hand bullies its way between you and the counter to play with your clit again. He likes it best when you come together, if he can manage it. 

And he does tonight. The moment he feels your body twitch beneath him, hears the intoxicating tune of your depraved cries, the steady pounding of his hips falters. As you teeter the peak of your high, your pussy fluttering oh-so nicely around his cock, he comes, hard. You swear you can feel the pulsing of his cock as he fills you, fucking it deeper as he eases himself down. 

You’re both trying to catch your breath when you feel him rest his forehead against the sticky back of your neck. He leaves you with a kiss on the same spot before turning your limp body to face him. You’re so tired he thinks it’s cute.

Eren scoops you into his arms. You know the drill, so you loop your arms around his neck and hook your legs around his waist.

Still a bit delirious, that fuzzy, warm feeling still burning in your chest, you say, “I need to make dinner.”

“No, you don’t,” he says, walking you through the house. “We’re ordering in tonight, after I draw us a bath.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #divider by @/cafekitsune #cw free use #tw free use

[hanasnx]

whiskey han … :O xoxo mel

mel. you invoke the sacred name of whiskey han for a good cause. i trashed that wip, but he deserves to see the light of day. allow me to paint the picture of our dear creation:

"What do you mean you 'don't like it'? You're not s'posed to like it, sweetheart." HAN SOLO ushers the sour-smelling drink to your mouth. It's so potent it stings your nose, instinctively shying away from it. "Don't be afraid. Aren't you a big girl?"

Your lips, previously pressed into a thin line, part. "It's gross, Han." He'd sat you in his lap to keep you close, now you can't run away. The back of your head meeting his chest when you recoil.

"Yeah, it's whiskey." he talks down to you, like it's obvious, like your questioning of him is inconvenient. "C'mon, one more sip." He feeds it to your mouth, and eager to please him you force yourself into it. You lift your head from his cheek, meeting the lip of the glass, and he raises it for you. You gulp what he gives you— which is way too much— and your inexperienced throat burns. In your impulsivity, you'd knocked back the last of the amber liquid, and your hand cups your larynx. "Woah there, cowgirl." he chuckles, impressed at your feat, curling around you to set the empty cup on the table and get a look at your face while you cough. Colored cheeks, and tears swelling onto the corners of your eyes looks so downright pitiful, he can't help but upturn his brows. "Aw, sweetheart." His body envelopes you, tucking you under his chin as he rocks you. "Brave girl, huh? Yeah," You bury your face into his chest, riding out the cough. "You'll feel a little funny in a second, but don't worry about that. Gonna take good care of you."

By good care, he means taking advantage of all your loosened holes. Positioning your limp body as he sees fit, the usual amount of prep unnecessary because the intoxication sets in quick and you're at his mercy. Anything's at his disposal. Your mouth is hot, wet, and ready. Clumsy tongue tasting all he has to offer, and you're eager to swallow as many loads as he'll give you. Adorable cunt that can't get enough, sucking in every inch of his cock 'til you writhe and rock back on him, desperate for friction, desperate for movement. When he gets it in your ass, you're like a different fucking person. Like an animal, screaming into the mattress as he holds your arms back for you, fucking into you like you want him to. Fuck you through your drunkenness, through the arousal brought on by it. All the while begging, "More, more, more!" Oh yeah, he's doing this again.

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[gabessquishytum]

Omega hob doesn’t want a mate, not again, not if he will just lose them. (And not if he can’t have his stranger.) so he makes the best of his heat by offering himself to people he trusts at his bar. It becomes his nest and it’s a lovely time. Some friends come just to cuddle platonically and enjoy pack bonding. Some come to fuck him hard and deep, the way he needs, some come just for the movies, popcorn and beer. And they’re all protective. So anyone who tries anything Hob doesn’t like is dealt with—one time someone almost bit his mating gland and had Hob’s entire found family snarling and throwing him out of the bar. In fact it’s become such a thing that other friends who have synced up their heats come to spend it there too where they know they’ll be safe and loved.

Dream comes back and to his surprise smells Hob ripe and wanting, on his back in the pub. He’s on his back, and between his legs, one of his friends is pounding into him, working them both into a sweat. Hob is mewling for more, glowing with happiness, cuddled up against the chest of his head chef, while one of his friends lays on his stomach and plays with his nipples idly. Around them his entire found pack is cuddling or eating or fucking or chatting while they all watch The Princess Bride.

Everyone stares at Dream, hackles up because who is this stranger?? Eyes closed, Hob takes one inhale, gasps out “Morpheus—“ and comes on the spot.

HHHNNNNGGG THE NEW INN AS HOB’S NEST HAS GIVEN ME SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS. might have to incorporate this into a fic at some point because I love it. So much.

And the idea of free use/free to love Hob is always going to capture me. I adore the idea that he has multiple alphas who want to help and take responsibility for his heat. Its not a romantic thing, it's more of a platonic family kind of thing. The sexual relief is wonderful, and knowing that a safe person is helping him through a vulnerable moment means that Hob can go deeper into his heats than his instincts have allowed for a very long time. He's happy, hes wanted, and he's also taking care of all the other members of the pack whenever they need anything. His omega instincts are so satisfied, he's even started to look more like an omega. A little softer, a little more omegaish in his body language.

When Dream comes into the New Inn, into Hob’s nest, it feels like the place has popped right out of the dreaming. It just feels so much like home, so familiar, like the space is opening up and welcoming him. It wants him there - Hob wants him there. He's looking up at Dream with his head resting on the bar, his eyes a little glassy, and he's slurring "You're late" and reaching out his hands. Dream can't help but hold him. The alpha who had been busy pleasuring him doesn't growl, neither do the others who were holding Hob and caressing him. They just make room in the cuddle pile. They nuzzle against Dream and soon he's coated in the scent of Hob, his nest, his little found family. He doesn't even feel jealous. He just feels privileged to be able to share in the moment.

When Hob starts getting antsy again, his friends indicate that it's Dream’s turn to help out. They help to get Hob on all fours, kissing and stroking him the whole time, and Dream is the one who slides his cock inside the beloved omega and begins to fuck him. The rest of the group settle back down to whatever they were up to before. And Dream gets to luxuriate in the sound of Hob mewling happily on his cock. When he's safely knotted again, Hob even falls asleep in Dream’s arms! It's like he's walked into paradise.

A thousand new dreams are born out of what Dream experiences at the New Inn. Comfort, joy, family. Dream is reminded that those things do exist. Because Hob wants him to come back! Dream’s got a standing invitation from Hob and the rest of the pack (they can all see that the wet cat man needs some TLC).

Maybe Hob can have a mate and a pack. Who says an omega can't have a harem, anyway?

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw free use

[k-nkypills]

Waking up from a wet dream by myself is so sad :(( laying here rubbing my tdick between my fingers, it’s such a shame no one’s here to take advantage of me </3 I’d be so willing to let them use my body as long as it felt good <33

#pills timer (queue) #pills for my beloved #agender nsft #trans nsft #bd/sm switch #nsft trans #‘nsft’ #mlm nsft #mlm ns/fw #t4t bd/sm #nblm nsft #ftm somno #cw: somno #cw free use

[toxicbrothel]

POV

Joel got a work call on his day off, and it was at the worst moment. His dick was hard, and you were folding laundry. He was about to walk up and bend you over. After being interrupted, Joel made you come with him to the job site, and he wouldn’t even let you change or put on your shoes first. He put you in the passenger seat of his truck. You let him, like you always do. Right after he started the engine, he took your hand and placed it on the hard bulge in his pants. He didn't mind at all whenever you just stayed put while he fucked you, but your touch always felt so good. At the first stoplight, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved your hand down his boxers to massage his bare cock. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

Then he got another call. His guys didn’t know what to do about a problem he considered easy. He was not happy. Even less so when you paused your hand on his cock. He had no idea why you’d do that. He shot you a look, and you started rubbing him again. But when he hung up the phone, he gave you your hand back and muttered, “We’ll finish this in a minute.” 

You paced around in the dirt outside the construction trailer while Joel chewed out a couple of his men for interrupting him at home for something that could wait. While he was there, they mentioned a storm was coming and they weren’t sure how bad the roof was on the site planning trailer. Last time it rained, there was a minor leak and some construction plans got wet. They didn’t know if it could be worse this time. “Unbelievable,” he grumbled. “Did ya think to go on up there? You two clock out and go home. I’ll handle it.” Joel shook his head in disappointment as the men cowered and walked away. 

“C’mon, baby, let’s see what it’s about.” Not a chance he’d leave you alone for a single minute on a job site. He needed you right there at all times. 

Around the back of the trailer, there was already a ladder up to the roof, but it wasn’t the most sturdy-looking one. 

Joel asked, “Why don’t ya climb on up there, baby? Don’t think it’ll hold my weight.” 

“I don’t have shoes,” you protested. 

“You’ll be alright,” he reassured you. 

“My dress,” you pointed out. 

“It’s just me here, baby.” 

He spotted you with his hands on your hips as you stepped onto the first rung, then his hands supported your ass as you continued upwards. “Doin’ great, sweetheart.”

The wind blew your dress out and began to drop a hand to fix it. “Hands on the ladder,” he insisted. “Don’t want ya to fall, even though I’d catch ya.” He stared up at your ass and your tiny little thong begging to be pulled to the side. You’re so damn sexy.

After you were done inspecting the roof, you were on your way down the ladder and he stopped you before you got off the bottom rung. “Hold it there,” he murmured, and you knew that voice. He jostled with his pants behind you and sighed as he freed his aching manhood. He lifted your dress and felt between your legs. Good to go. Then he notched himself and shoved into you. You held onto the ladder as he fucked you.  

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THANK YOU for reading. TYSM Aly for the great pics!💕💕

free use!Joel

Making dinner (free use of you)

Picnic table (manhandling)

Bail run (asleep but consensual)

#brothel sleepover 💕 #POV #POV: Free Use #500 words #Free Use!Joel #cw free use #toxicbrothel ☠️ #public #cw manhandling

[seakicker]

i want to be gangbanged by an entire group of men who all want to knock me up and have decided amongst themselves that the best way to keep it fair since they all want to put a child in me is to leave it to nature. leave it to whoever has the strongest swimmers, whoever can push in the deepest in order to come inside me as deep as they can, giving their sperm a shorter distance to travel, and whoever picks the best position that allows gravity to do some of the work for them, like mating press or a piledriver position. sure, you could argue that whoever gets to come inside first has an advantage, but that’s not necessarily the case— with as quickly as they’re all switching out one after the other, the next man’s load is surely only seconds behind the man before him and so on and so forth. they praise me for being the best, most well-behaved little breeding toy they’ve ever seen and help me out after i quickly get exhausted by doing all the work for me— they keep my legs parted and my hands moving so i’m always jerking someone off or sucking on another guy’s cock while they all wait their turn. it’s like a fun little gambling game where they all have to wait 9 months to see who won.

#god i’m so h #concepts #spicy #cw pregnancy #cw breeding #cw exhibitionism #cw free use #nsft #nsft concepts #afab reader

[mommyspreciousboy]

✨️Thinking about a domme hardpacking so I can be bent over whenever they want to rail me✨️

#*puppy whining* #cw free use #nsft wlw #wlw nsft #femme4butch #butch sub #butch4femme #butch dyke #butch4butch #puppy sub #puppy butch #butch4both #wlw ns/fw

[the-stray-pup]

I need a friend/roommate that casually touches and plays with me

“We should watch this movie.” Turning into them feeling me up while we sit together on the couch

Me cooking dinner for the both of us and them pressing up against my back, squeezing my hips while they tell me how good it smells

Telling me about their day while they caress my legs and occasionally brush over my dick so it’s hard for me to pay attention

Maybe multiple friends playing with me

Or one friend having a partner and both of them casually playing with me while they talk to each other as if I’m not there

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

PADMÉ AMIDALA can't help herself. She's truly tried. Known as a pillar of resolution and patience, she cannot deny her desires any longer. As her husband, ANAKIN SKYWALKER, softly snores in the sanctity of their bed. He trusts her, trusts her enough to share his most intimate secrets, and most sacred body parts whenever she so pleases to have them.

Much to his dismay, she constantly refuses the offer, as if she would be taking advantage of him while he's unconscious, instead of seeing it how it is. He's given her permission to freely use him, no matter the time or place. The ache between her legs is too great, and she scales her mental obstacle. Nimble fingers graze his hot skin, watching him shudder as the night air hits him while his covers slide down his form. Hiking up her nightgown, she mounts him, gently rocking her naked sex over the mound in his thin black pants. Flaccid and at the ready to bend to her whims, it hardens quick from her recognizable ministrations.

A delicate crease appears on his strong brows, and it urges her to kiss them out of endearment. When his hips instinctively lift to meet hers, she seizes the opportunity to free him from the confines of his pants. His eager length springing out, enthusiastically greeting her, brings a kind smile to her face. Her hand comes to cradle it, sweetly massaging his swollen head until his parted lips release breathy and stuttering noises, intensifying when she invites herself onto him. Her wet heat slides down every inch, enveloping him in pleasurable comfort so deep he stirs from his slumber. It's not often he sleeps through anything, and his wife's quiet prowess to keep him complacent as she maneuvered him into appropriate positioning surprises him.

"Is my little wife so needy?"

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[everybodyshusband]

oh satan devour us all (hear our desperate call)

cowbell/zephyr (ghost band)

explicit | nb/nb | 6.3k words | it/its cowbell, they/them zephyr, free use, predator/prey, subtob zephyr, riding, semi-public sex, shifting genitals, objectification, earth/quintessence multi ghoul cowbell

—this fic is a (very late) birthday gift for my absolutely beloved friend @spoiledleaff for a little birthday fic exchange we organised for each other <3 i asked him what he wanted and they asked for cowbell being a menace (/aff) to zephyr, so that's what this is !! it's actually supposed to piggyback off of the practice scene in his very own terzomega fic, so go and read that as well if you're able to !! happy birthday, ashton !! i can't believe i've known you for an entire year already <3

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !

gif credit: @/kazoo-lord

The only fault in this system is that Cowbell seems to have taken a liking to playmates with… unique vessels. In the case of the air ghoul sitting opposite it on the other side of the library, this refers to the way their vessel’s functionality varies from day to day. Some days, the air ghoul is able to walk with ease, perform their daily tasks, wield the keys of the chapel organ to create haunting melodies that echo out through the grounds of the Ministry. But on other days, they can’t walk without one of their canes, let alone make their daily lemongrass and ginger tea without aid from a willing hand. On their especially bad days, they might not even be able to roll over in bed without having to hold back a pained wail. All this is to say that although Cowbell may take joy from pushing its partners to the edge of their comfort zone—especially Zephyr—it would never wish any extra pain upon them. Well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the earth ghoul wouldn’t wish extra pain upon them unless it is the one inflicting it. Therefore, a system had to be developed, which Zephyr seemed to take in their stride. They’d designed an entire colour-based system which corresponds with their pain levels, and many of the earth ghoul’s similarly-vesseled partners have also chosen to adopt it for themselves over time. Cowbell is the first to admit Zephyr’s idea is genius; especially given the air ghoul’s tendencies to ‘forget’ their cane on their days of bad pain, making it nearly impossible for Cowbell to garner whether its mate is genuinely in excruciating pain due to the state of their vessel, or if they are simply playing into Cowbell’s twisted fantasies. Their lighter bells—pale pinks, blues and yellows—are ones they wear in order to signify to Cowbell that although Zephyr is still very interested in being taken and used until they’re seeing stars, Cowbell needs to treat them gently—to degrade them with its words rather than its actions—lest it make anything more painful for them than it already is. Zephyr’s dark coloured bells on the other hand—deep reds, blues, greens and blacks—are used to signify a good pain day; their way of wordlessly telling Cowbell that the two of them are free to do anything it sets its mind to, regardless of the position or any other factor that might put strain on weary joints—provided it’s not on Zephyr’s list of hard limits, of course; although there have been a few occasions when the air ghoul has begged for–

But that’s not important right now.

Right now, Cowbell is sure Zephyr’s bell is dark today, but they’re in the middle of checking a book out for a Sibling and it can’t get a proper glimpse of the specific colour the air ghoul is donning today. Its lack of clear view infuriating, but the anticipation has the earth ghoul all fired up and it’s sure that when the time comes, it will be able to wreck Zephyr twice as hard as it normally would—provided that their softly jingling indicator is, in fact, one of dark colour.

“Oh, I love your bell!” The Sibling says—Cowbell’s almost certain that she is the Sister it was chasing through the Abbey’s halls just last week, a pretty, deep pink bell attached to the ribbon wrapped around her wrist—as she reaches a finger out to tap Zephyr’s bell lightly, giggling at the soft jingle it elicits. Cowbell growls and feels its eyes glint with malice at someone touching its Zephyr.

Zephyr affixes the Sister with a look—they know all about her adventures with Cowbell, the earth ghoul itself had told them just last week—but smiles, flattered. If Cowbell’s vision is not failing it from so far away, the air ghoul looks offended that the Sister would even consider touching its bell—Zephyr is well aware that although the bell may live in their dorm, it’s not theirs, it’s Cowbell’s. They incline their head in her direction, always the epitome of politeness despite their obvious frustration. “Many thanks, Sister.” She takes the book back from them and finally moves out of the way, providing Cowbell with a direct line of sight to Zephyr’s neck, an obsidian black bell dangling from their carefully crafted collar. Their way of silently telling Cowbell that it’s a good pain day. That they’re wanting for more than the light green bell Cowbell had slipped into their pocket at practice in anticipation of a bad pain day. That no holds need to be barred. That the earth ghoul has permission to destroy Zephyr if it sees fit, and, fuck, is it going to wreck them until they’re seeing double. That’s what it promised to do during today’s practice after all…

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

#cowbell ghoul #zephyr ghoul #chAir ghoul #<- i don't know if that tag is still active but just in case :)) #nonbinary zephyr #nonbinary cowbell #cowbell/zephyr #zephyr/cowbell #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #husband writes #spicy tag #cw free use