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Trafalgar Law NSFW Alphabet

❤︎ Trafalgar Law nsfw alphabet A-Z ❤︎

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(written with afab!reader in mind; terms for genitals used, but no pronouns)

author’s note: i think my favorites are D, E, O, & W ;)

word count: ~1,400

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

Trafalgar Law NSFW Alphabet

A: Aftercare

Aftercare from Law comes outwardly from a medical standpoint, asking if you peed after, telling you to rinse off, getting you water, etc. However, you can tell there’s a deep caring that resides within him, threatening to slip out in intimate moments like these. He’ll always hold you and stroke your hair as you come down from your highs, asking you if you’re feeling okay, if you need anything, telling you how amazing you are, stuff like that. :’)

B: Body part

Law is proud of his chest and arms; he likes showing you how easily he can lift you up. Oh, and he loves his tattoos. As for you, Law is attracted to everything about you, but he especially notices the little things; the way you thighs look when you sit down, how goosebumps spread over your body when he touches you, your beautiful eyes and long lashes, the way you pout your pretty lips, he notices everything, and he’s addicted to all of it.

C: Cum

It's no secret that Law likes to stuff you full of his cum, and he loves seeing it drip out of your spent cunt when he finally pulls out. but, in order to be safe, he opts for coming on your face or your chest. He loves seeing his seed drip down your face and your pretty tits.

D: Dirty secret

Law has a praise kink. Although it lives deep within him, for once, he wants to be the one who’s being taken care of, for someone to tell him how good he’s doing and how good he feels. Sweet thing. Secretly, he wants to whimper and whine for you, and let you do anything you want to him while you tell him how wonderful he is.

E: Experience

Honestly, I don't see Law being very experienced. He spent the majority of his life focused on a very specific goal that left no room to think about things like sex or relationships. However, I truly believe Law knows what he’s doing when it comes to sex... He's a doctor, after all, and obtains vast knowledge about the human anatomy. He knows what to do and how to do it, he just hasn’t given himself the opportunity to show off his skills ;)

F: Favorite position

Law loves getting as deep inside you as possible, so you’ll often find yourself in a mating press; your legs hanging over his strong shoulders as he forces you into the mattress, admiring how the outline of his cock looks pressing through your stomach.

G: Goofy

No, it’s Law. He takes sex seriously and doesn’t fool around.

H: Hair

Law has dark pubic hair with a happy trail. He keeps it perfectly trimmed for “sanitary reasons.”

I: Intimacy

Law takes sex pretty seriously, and he wants you to feel held by him. Although he’s a man of little words, Law reassures and comforts you; holding your hand, whispering sweet things into your ears as he rearranges your guts. <3

J: Jackoff

Law has a very healthy relationship with masturbation. He views it as simply a desire of human nature. When he can’t have actual sex, he resorts to jacking off. He does it when he needs to, never excessively.

K: Kinks

Surprising to no one, Law is very into bdsm. He wants to see you come undone beneath him while you’re tied up, blindfolded, and at his mercy.

L: Location

Law isn’t a risk-taker. He’ll fuck you in his room, in the shower. Maybe in a secluded closet on the Polar Tang, or something like that.

M: Motivation (turn ons)

Law likes it when you call him captain and tease him with well-timed touches and semi-revealing clothing.

N: No

Although he tries to play it off and act nonchalant, Law is quite possessive. So, absolutely no sharing. You're his and only his. He’ll kill someone if they even look at you.

O: Oral

Giving: My dear friend @bby-deerling and I have concluded that although Law is talented with his fingers, he’s not as gifted with his mouth. Although, he always tries his hardest to make you feel good. He’s getting better, he just needs some guidance on where and how to flick his tongue. Oh, and he likes it when you instruct him. He loves when you grab onto his hair and command him, pressing his face into your cunt and telling him just what to do.

Receiving: Law loves when you dip down beneath his desk to suck him off while he’s working. He relishes in the way your tongue dances over his weeping tip and the way your throat engulfs and squeezes his throbbing shaft. He always tries to keep working, but never can, the feeling is too enticing, too addicting. He doesn’t last long like this.

P: Pace

Law opts for thrusting hard, not necessarily fast, (although, he can do that, too) but he prefers to go slow and hard, obsessed with the way your pretty face contorts in both pain and pleasure with each harsh thrust. He’ll eventually speed up, but the cruelty and intensity of his thrusts never falters.

Q: Quickies

Doesn’t mind them, but they’re definitely not his preferred way of fucking you. He likes to experience everything everytime you engage in intimacy. However, if you’re on a time crunch, he of course doesn’t mind slipping your panties to the side and pressing you against a wall to have his way with you.

R: Risk

Law is pretty guarded, he definitely doesn’t want to get caught partaking in such an intimate thing. He’d be so embarrassed, poor baby. Like I said before, the riskiest thing he’ll do is fuck you in the bathroom or shower, maybe a very secluded public location if he’s feeling bold.

S: Stamina

Law can last quite awhile, but he’s not superhuman. Two to three rounds is his max until he’s collapsed on top of you, drained of everything within him.

T: Toys

Sure, Law will use toys if you want to, but be prefers making you cum with his body alone. It makes him feel good about himself, and deep down, that’s all he really wants. If he does use toys, I’m thinking something like a vibrating wand to hold on your clit while he rails you.

U: Unfair

Law is a tease. He secretly likes when you're bratty so he give you a taste of your own medicine, only 10 times worse. He always wants to teach you a lesson.

V: Volume

It’s Law, he’s never very loud. Most often, you’ll hear low groans and deep breaths from Law. But when you’re in charge, don't be surprised if you hear whimpers and whines escape his throat. His face burns red when these lewd noises emit from his mouth, shocked that he can even do that, but he just can’t help it when he’s at your mercy like this.

W: Wild card

Law has a thing for ripping your clothes off. Literally ripping. If you’re wearing tights, expect there to be a hole in the crotch when he’s done with you. Don’t wear your nice panties around him, ‘cause those will be ruined, too. If you complain, he’ll just give you a flat, “I’ll buy you new ones.”

X: X-ray

Oh dear, Law is quite literally the stereotype: tall, thin, emo; he is very well-endowed. I’m thinking 7.5-8 inches, a medium girth, curved upwards with a thick vein on the underside. Pretty, tan pinkish tip. Circumcised.

Y: Yearning (sex drive)

Law has a low to medium sex drive. He’s a busy, hardworking man, so sex isn't really ever on the forefront of his mind. But oh my, when he does get horny, it’s intense, so you’d better prepare yourself.

Z: Zzz

Law’s an insomniac, of course, but a good session with you is kind of like his melatonin. However, even when he’s tired from fucking all night long, it still takes him quite a while to fall asleep. He prefers laying naked with you and watching you cuddle up on his chest and drift off to sleep. He’ll always give you a forehead kiss and wish you goodnight, even when you’re already knocked out. <3

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

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negansbackdoorwhore · 7 months

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Blood Bond

Warnings: Vampire!Negan, Vampire!Reader, blood kink, daddy kink, swearing, rough smut, overstimulation

“Such a good slut for Daddy.” Your master praised as he was thrusting deep inside your vessel. Your lips open to let out a pathetic cry at how good it felt. His hips giving deep strokes and your wrists pinned above your head. Your chest hit the mattress as he brought your ass higher up against his body. Your legs were quaking against his bed as he brought out your fourth orgasm.

“Oh fuck yeah baby. I love feeling you come on my dick.” He smiled proudly and leaned to pull your body to lean your back on his chest. He laid soft kisses on your shoulder as he kept fucking you.

“Fuck! Daddy, it’s too much! Please…” You whined and in return he growled as his fangs were showing. You felt your heart wanting to stop at how red his eyes turned.

“What the fuck did you say?” He says as his nails dig into your skin on your hips. It caused you to wince and a tear shed down your cheek. His tongue reached to lap it up. He stopped his hips and ran a hand from your stomach up to toward your throat. His grip light at first and squeezing slowly.

“It’s too much Daddy, please can we stop.” You plead breathlessly against him. He held your body steady and immediately flipped you onto your back. Negan brought his body to hover over yours and looked over you.

“No. I told you, I’m fucking hungry for you.” He says and runs his fingers down your stomach to feel you quiver. He leaned down to run his nose against your neck. You whimpered as he inhaled deeply.

“I’m going to drain you.” He warns before digging his fangs into your vein. You cried at the first contact and thought by now you would be used to this. But it hurts everytime along with how you felt him sucking out your blood. Negan groaned as he sucked at your neck and your shaking hands gripped onto his shoulders. He spent a couple minutes on your neck and you felt as if you were growing light headed. He stopped once he noticed your dazed state and smirked to himself. Excess blood dripped out of the corner of his mouth. He lapped it up and put away the fangs. He saw color left your face and moved your body to relax in his lap. You felt precious in his arms as he caressed your back.

“Catch your breath. Relax for a minute and I want you to use that cute ass of yours, to ride Daddy.” You moved along his lap and wrap your arms onto his neck. He smiled and gave you a long loving kiss. You enjoyed the sweet affection and wiggled your hips. He moaned in approval as he reached to guide you down onto his cock. You whimpered against his lips as you were overly sensitive. His hands held you place as your body trembled. You forced your body to obey your mind and started to ride him. Your body was weak and Negan smirked to himself. His head tilted to the side and urging your head closer.

“C’mon baby. Get your energy back up.” He purred and wanting your fangs to appear. You hesitated and he harshly spanked your ass. You yelped and tensed in his hold.

“I’m not offering again.” He warns and you lean forward while your own fangs slowly show. You lick at your selected spot and heard him groan in approval. You moan as he thrusted up inside, your lips opened and go to sink your fangs in. He growled at the contact and gripped youd hips. You tasted his blood and loved the overpowering flavor of him against your tongue. You moaned against him as your hips grinded down on his cock more. He hissed feeling you suck out his blood and how your pussy clenched on his cock trying to milk out his seed.

“Fucking shit baby. You’re my perfect little slut.” He praised and you pull away watching blood go down his shoulder. You let out a soft cry as you came one last time and Negan’s hands held her your hips down. He let out a growl and squeezed his eyes shut when he spilled his cum inside of you. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and as his grip loosened your body fell to rest on his chest.

Your body was drained from blood and energy from Negan. He was already spilling his cocky speech from his lips but you couldn’t quite make out his words. Mostly because of how thoroughly fucked you were.

“Baby. You in there?” You whimper as your legs were still shaking and he gently moved you to lay under the covers. “Daddy, please hold me…” You mustered out and he smiled seeing you curled in his bed. His hand moved the hair sticking to your forehead and pecked your lips.

“Let me cut the lights real quick.” He whispered and stood still fully nude. You felt your body cuddle into the bed as his weight hit the mattress. Negan brought himself by your side and let you curl into his chest.

“Once you’re well rested, we’re going again. I’m still not done with you yet.”

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jadedxhearts · 3 months

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟗

Headcanons about orgasm for Law; what he feels/sounds like, etc.

Warnings: smut, afab reader, no pronouns used

Originally posted on June 27th, 2023

Everyone loves to make out Law as this constant always 100% of the time mean dom who can’t show emotions, or doesn’t feel as deeply as his s/o. But I think it’s painfully obvious that he really does feel things, more deeply than anyone else, really. But I’m only applying this in a sexual context, of course. So;

I firmly believe Law can’t do that mean dom shit 100% of the time. I mean, yes, I’ve written it, but I only use it where it’s implied that he’s not always like this, that’s maybe it’s just a kink he’s got and this isn’t a thing he always does. Why else would I add in the little “I love you”s or “are you okay?”s if I thought otherwise? But that’s not really the main point here, so let me get to that.

Law is 10000% a virgin whether you like it or not, so of course he’s going to feel things very heavily and saturated (does that word make sense here? It does in my mind lol). So I’m basing all his reaction off that.

When Law cums, he’s feeling as though his body is on fire, in such a good way, a high that he thinks isn’t possible to feel so good. He’s clutching onto you, holding your warm body close to his as his hips stutter and shake through the orgasm. He tries keeping himself still, trying to concentrate on you, but it’s just too good of a feeling. Through the trembles, he’s trying to keep his cock locked in place, deep inside of your velvety cunt. I don’t know why, but Law just gives off the vibe that he cums a lot. He can’t help it, the large amounts of seed leaving his body. That’s just how he is.

When he first starts, if he isn’t already doing so, Law lunges to hold onto you, arms wrapped tightly around your frame, palms grasping for your soft skin. He wants you as close as possible, a way to ground himself as his hips uncontrollably shake and slam into you, needing his length to go deeper and deeper as he cums. His face is either right in yours, open mouthed-kisses with moans and whines leaving both sides, entering one another. That, or his face is buried deep into your neck, goatee softly scratching against your skin, his breath hot and heavy as he lets out choked groans and whimpers, sweet sounds for only you to hear. It’s impossible to contain himself, being so lost in the feeling of orgasm.

As he starts to finally completely empty himself into you, the thrusting and stuttering of his hips slow down, still deeply rocking into you as he regains composure of his entire self. When he knows he’s done, that there isn’t a drop left that isn’t buried in your womb, Law will relax and simply stay still for a bit, holding onto you like he can’t let go, not wanting you to somehow slip away.

You’ll rub his back and hold him close, placing sweet kisses against his forehead or lips, helping him calm down. He pants into your neck, eyes closed and feeling heavy as he’s nearly succumbing into some much needed sleep. Sometimes, he won’t care and will allow himself to sleep. But other times, Law will force himself up, pulling his cock out of you before going to clean up. He’s gentle with you, always, no matter what. Whether it’s simply wiping any excess fluids away from your cunt with a soft washcloth, or picking up your body carefully and carrying you to the bath, laying in the warm water and snuggling with you as you (try to) clean each other.

Basically, it’s just such a contrast. How heavily and hard he cums, compared to how gentle and sweet he is with aftercare.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Portgas D. Ace NSFW Alphabet

@444katsuki threatened me at 8am to do this. 🧍🏾‍♀️🤧

Black Fem Reader in Mind

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If he doesn’t fall asleep right after he usually gets up and grabs a towel to wipe you off, he didn’t know much about aftercare and he told you about this, but he was more than willing to learn because he always had the instinct to make you feel good and safe. He enjoys pillow talking as well right after, holding you on top of his chest, starting off with a silly comment saying “Fuck you feel too good down there.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms and he loves your ass. When he carries you & you can always feel his bicep or hand right under the cup of your butt

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Feral messy man. He loves cumming on your body though. It’s a form of possession he feels pouring his seed all over you as you pant away and eye half shut. You have to catch him sometimes though because if he cream pie’s you he starts to playing inside you cunt with his Dick.

Dirty ass.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to fuck you in a forest. He doesn’t know why, but sometimes when you both are exploring he just wants you push you against a tree and have at you. Maybe you will grant him that pleasure one day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has had no less than 3 women. Two was just blowjobs and the one was a heat of the moment thing. He regrets losing his virginity to anybody that wasn’t you, because you really showed him the ropes on how to make you feel good. He does have his hiccups when he is too excited so he may miss your clit or rub too hard but a lil correction never hurt him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lotus. He is infactuated by you, your scent, your moans, your body he needs to be as close as you as possible. He will keep your sweaty thighs around his hot waist and slowly pump into you and giving you soft praises in your ear, “You’re so good to me, I love you, baby.”

Once it gets a bit more intense he lays back holding your hands to watch you ride him

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can be either or, he’s a silly guy and he enjoys watching you smile as much as he does seeing your fucked out face. Sometimes he’ll intentionally make a joke while going down on you because he gets so turned on when you laugh, but it gets cut off by a moan. It just so sexy to Ace.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sooooo. He is kinda like Luffy, but slightly better. His DF burns off any excess hair on his body so he doesn’t have much going on, but sometimes you can just barely feel a little bit of hair when he presses deeper inside you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a romantic whether he admits it or not, he’s just not great at executing it. He tried to light candles around the bed or give you a massage but he’s clumsy so there were a few times there have been many accidental fires in your room because of this

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does it a lot before and after dating you, especially if you are not sexually available. He gets riled up so easily he blames you a lot for it. You’ve caught him in your room with your dirty panties in his face way too many times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Temperature Play: I mean obviously. When he fingers you he will make his fingers hot JUST enough to make you whimper. Sometimes if he is feeling it, he will rub ice on and inside your pussy, he sucks his bottom lip seeing you squirm at the cold touch and wait until you beg for him fingers for him to rub your clit with his burning digits.

Sensory Deprivation: He actually wants you BOTH to be blind while having sex. The feeling is such an overwhelming pleasure he can’t get himself to beg for more while you cry for him to stop while he is inside you blindly.

Exhibition: Like i said he doesn’t actually want to get caught but the THOUGHT and RISK makes him feral. He can most definitely fill you in an alley or even in someone else’s room that he doesn’t like. He doesn’t give af.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t necessarily care as long as there is reassurance y’all can’t get caught. Going back to the idea of fucking you in the forest.

He really likes fucking you in areas where enemies are close by. It’s something about the rush of possibly getting caught and attacked that makes him get feral. Granted he would also be mortified if someone actually saw like a random civilian so he is a dumbass on that part.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

YOU. You just swaying your hips ALONE Makes him flustered! He gets more horny when he drinks so if you wanna tease him sit on his lap. (Will Describe more on the Letter U)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ace is a very jealous guy so he Does not ever want to share you. He has no reason to. You are his and he most definitely is yours, just the thought of you being intimate with someone else’s, man or woman he doesn’t care it pisses him off.

He is open to slapping you, but not in the face. He wouldn’t dream of ever bruising up your gorgeous face.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man LIVES for blowjobs. The mouth stretching to swallow his cock is a sight to see. He loves leaning back on the bed, one hand holding him up, other on your head holding your hair watching you bob your head up and down. It’s kinda hot seeing how his head is cocked to the side, blushing and lowly moaning your name. when you wake up him with one he is the happiest mf in the sea nothing can piss him off. Bonus points if you start off and kiss his tip he will get hard almost instantly

When he goes down on you he’s a damn menace, he always becomes pussy drunk so be prepared to be overstimulated. His favorite way to eat you is him on his knees and you against the wall. It’s so hot to see his dark eyes just barely showing through his messy hair looking up and you kneeding your ass. One time you moved his hair out of his face to get a good look at him and while he was sucking your clit he winked and pushed your pelvis in more making you cry out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Surprisingly, he loves making love more than rough sex. Now that doesn’t mean if you act bratty he won’t put that ass in place, but he

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

The only quickies y’all have are oral sex or quick bend over this barrel sex. It’s not often but Ace don’t mind em.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

There was a couple times you’ve done it in the hallway of a Mobydick during a party and you both were horny drunk messes that couldn’t wait to get to your room so Ace took you from the back on a wall. Thatch caught you both, but y’all couldn’t see him from how dark it was. He didn’t talk to you both for a week and you both didn’t understand why.

Ace doesn’t think about trying new things. If you tell him about it he’s open minded, as long as it isn’t something he can’t do back to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has fallen asleep inside you. Many times. So after waking him up he is recharged to finish what he started. Sex with Ace usually last about….15-20 minutes and that’s because his ass can knock out at anytime.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. He always talks about getting one but never gets around to do it and you seem to always forget so if y’all want to use one you can, but it wouldn’t make much difference between how you both have sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Okay so you both like to tease each other. You can tease him by sitting on his lap while he drinks and with nobody watching you will grab his hand and guide it making him feel that you in fact are wearing no panties. You witty smile starts to fade when he raises the temperature on his finger tip as they do teasingly draw circles inside you, he smirks while sipping his drink knowing the more you buck your hips in his hand the further away his hand moves. Eventually you or him have a competition on who can break first and you both always end up losing, but it’s worth it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

SUCH PRETTY PRETTY MOANS. Probably the top three prettiest male moaner in the entire OP verse and he ain’t 3. He gets so embarrassed knowing his noises turn you on, but he doesn’t stop because the way you clench down on him when he spills his soft whimpers makes him more riled up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can draw really well. Ace calls them doodles but he is super good at realism. He mostly draws you and gives you the drawing very casually at the end of the day. It doesn’t mean anything to him. That was until he found your drawer full of his mini drawings through out the years. Damn near fell in love with you all over again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

About 5-6 and a half all around. It looks way fucking bigger through because he is girthy and hard. It curves slightly and it’s very pretty and even has a few tiny beauty marks on it. He can be a cocky ass hole when he sees you struggle to take him inside you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Once he got with you his libido just sky rocketed more than it was before I’m sorry. He can’t get enough of your whimpers and your body. He will contact his self the best of his ability if you are not a very sexual person, but if you’re down I take it you guys may have sex about 3-4 times a week quickies not included.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he doesn’t pull you into his chest afterwards he wants you to hold him. He loves falling sleep right after sex in your chest, but if you’re just too hot best believe after a nice good cleaning he is knocked like a light

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billthedrake · 11 months

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(A wilder, horny one for today...)

PRO TOUR

He didn't need the money. Hell, he'd just won the big prize after a hard fought PGA event. This on top of the other money and endorsements that had been coming in.

But the fifty dollar bills laid down on the hotel bedside table was a turn on for Brandon Kelly. It was part of his kink.

As was the haughty chuckle by the next man in line. Number five. Deep Southern voice. "Damn, son, aren't you a sight?" the middle aged man laughed, unbuckling his belt. The words were loose, not quite slurred, but the country club daddy had been drinking the afternoon for sure.

Sometimes Brandon didn't even look to see who was gonna fuck him. But that voice was turning him on. He looked back to see a medium-height man, full dad bod build but solid ex-jock frame. Sunburned face, raccoon eyes from wearing sunglasses. Sweaty salt and pepper hair barely visible beneath the club ball cap he had on.

Brandon almost gasped as those shorts dropped. Southern Daddy wasn't the hottest guy who'd fuck him today, but he was definitely packing a majorly fat boner. Beer can territory.

"You know the price," was all the golfer said, though.

That got another lewd chuckle, as the man reached down to fish out his wallet. "All right, buddy. I thought I might get a freebie off ya, but fifty bucks is a bargain." He got a few bills, three twenties to give a little something extra to the early-30s pro stud. The man sauntered over and laid the cash on top of the growing pile, slowly to give Brandon a chance for a nice up close view of that daddy boner.

"Fucking PGA whore," came his growl as he got up on the bed.

Brandon wasn't sure if that was a question or a comment, but he said, "Yessir." He had on only his sponsorship-logo golf polo, a really expensive watch, and nothing else. The golfer lay face down on the mattress, the sheets a little damp from sweat and lube and the overflow cum. Brandon worked hard on his legs and his ass and he felt rough hands rub and grip the muscle appreciatively.

But Southern Daddy wasn't into foreplay. He gave a hard smack to the butt cheek then crawled right on top of Brandon's splayed body. Somehow, the middle aged guy felt firmer, more solid with that weight pressed on top of him.

Brandon acted a little slutty, maybe, hiking his ass back and doing the work to line that beer can up. The excess lube and cum did the rest, making that fatness pop right in.

"FUCK!" Brandon cried. But a hand clapped over his mouth.

"Quiet, you fucker!" the top breathed. Brandon could definitely smell the beer on his breath. Rather than be a turn off, it reminded him of losing is virginity at the country club back home.

That thick wedge was pressing in steadily now. The thing about beer can cocks is they feel even thicker going in on entry.

The daddy was excited as hell. "Jesus, son, you're still tight as fuck... after all evening, too." He grunted even deeper once he bottomed in. "Fucking slopping hole."

That hand stayed on Brandon's mouth but with less force. Instead, it was like the older man was using it for leverage as he threw his whole body into boning that golfer ass. Deep steady stroke, battering open the last of Brandon's natural tightness. It felt good, great even, until Southern Daddy started going harder.

"Shut up, slut... I paid good money for this," he growled.

Sixty bucks, Brandon laughed to himself. But that sum itself was part of the turn on. How much it undervalued his sexual worth. How it made the fuck so strictly transacitonal.

It was that idea that changed the discomfort back to pleasure and made the golfer's cock hard again against the sheets.

"God fucking damn, buddy..." came the daddy's hisses, so close to orgasm. Then that ex-jock body fucked Brandon with a few last hard thrusts and seized tight, a deep groan signalling that the pro golfer was getting seeded again.

Now, as the daddy collapsed onto Brandon's prostrate body, that weight felt really fucking heavy now. But after a second, the man climbed back off.

No talking now, he just grabbed the towel that was set by the bed. Wiping off he picked up his shorts again, put them on, rebuckled his belt and was out the door without a word.

Brandon felt more alive than ever. He hadn't expected this guy to push his buttons so much, but this fuck had hit him so deeply. But as he rolled back on his back, feeling the very slick cum deposit fresh in his hole, he reached down the gingerly touched his rock hard erection. He wondered if his brother had lined up anyone else.

Just then the key card sound came, then the door opened. This was Brandon's favorite part of anticipation, the couple seconds before he saw the next top, or before the next top saw what was in store for him.

This time it was Chase. Not changed from a day on the course, still looking hot as fuck. Huge smile on his face and a hard on in those golf shorts. "Hey bro.... couple of guys are still waiting but I couldn't hold off any more."

"I'm glad," Brandon said. "Though that last guy was incredible."

Chase smirked then walked over to the wad of cash. Picking up the bills, he counted the money, then stuffed it in his pocket. "God, if Dad could see you now," he said.

Brandon blushed. "Come on, Chase."

"Come on, what?" Even when giving the biggest put downs Brandon's little brother was cute as fuck. "I'm not the fucking whore in the family." Then in a more horny tone... "How sloppy are you, bro?"

Brandon leaned back, a smirk of his own forming. "Pretty damn wet."

Now it was Chase whose face got that horny serious look. "Gonna feed me, bro?"

Brandon nodded and scooted down in the bed, lifting his legs apart. Chase kicked off his sneakers and got up on the bed, right into his favorite place.

The two had learned what rhythm worked best. That brother tongue slowly lapping and soothing that fucked hole, getting used to the lube there, before venturing deeper. Some long probe, then shallow licks seemed to get the cum flowing.

This felt nasty the first time Chase felched him. It still did, but it was a ritual neither could get enough of. Particularly the younger golfer, who munched and feasted harder the more he got fed. Soon he was eating out practically clean pro-jock hole.

That wouldn't last long. Face reddened and spit wet, Chase pulled back and unzipped.

"Not gonna need lube," he announced. Indeed as he lined up that long, thick prick Brandon's hole seemed to accommodate without issue. Maybe it was his brother's eyes on his. Hungry, lusty.

"Good win today, bro," Chase hissed, feeling tight bro hole surround his cock.

Brandon's voice was hoarse with need. "For you, buddy..."

Chase's lips curled into an excited sneer. Then he began pounding Brandon's ass, with hard heavy thrusts. For a longer session, he'd go for distance more. But after the felching just now, he was worked up. He could still taste six men's seed on his tongue. "Mother fuck!" he cried. And seeded his brother's hole.

He was in a more affectionate mood when he withdrew. "You good for a couple more, bro?"

Brandon dropped his legs to the bed. This was the only part that embarrassed him, admitting to Chase that he still wanted other guys. But Chase's fuck had been quick, and Brandon still hadn't gotten off. "Yeah, I'm good."

Chase tucked in and zipped up. He laughed then leaned down to kiss his older brother. The first and only kiss Brandon Kelly would get that night.

"All right. I'll tell those fuckers to tip better, too," he smirked. "Just because you're a whore doesn't mean they can't be grateful."

God. even when putting him down his little brother could be sexy as fuck.

"Give me five, bro?" Brandon asked. "I gotta piss." He'd been going a solid hour without a break.

Chase nudged his chin and winked. "Take ten. It'll just make the next dude hornier."

And like that his brother was off to play pimp for the rest of the night.

#drakestories

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forrestdabeevee · 30 days

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Hello!

If it's alright could I request (both sfw and nsfw) relationship headcannos with a male Lopunny?

Thank you and Happy Easter! -🌑

Male Lopunny headcanons

sfw

Male Lopunny's are usually much more docile and casual than their female counterparts since they don't have as much physical energy to expel in comparison to their female counterparts. This means they can enjoy relaxing at home or outside with you.

They also don't mind getting wet or swimming, so if you have a pool with your house or nearby, feel free to bring them along as they may join you in it or just relax in the sun. Just expect to have them play with you in the water and have to dry them off.

They often expect you to do a lot of things for them. So be ready to wake them up often, make food for them, help them clean, etc. However if they do have excess energy to do stuff around the place expect them to do all of it by themselves, attempting to help them will just result in them picking you up and laying you down on either your bed or couch.

They do often enjoy going on walks or runs outside with you, they prefer doing it with you but don't mind carrying you if you're unable to keep up with them physically. This is one of the two main ways they use their energy.

Male Lopunny's are heavy cuddlers in bed, to the point that if you want to leave bed you'll have to find a way to wiggle out, pry their arms away from you, or convince them to either let you go. Failure to do so may result in their grip on you becoming more tight to the point you may have to force them away.

Easter for a male Lopunny is one of its least favorite holidays due to all the nudges and jokes about it, so I highly recommend staying home and cuddling up with your Lopunny, it'll make them much happier and relaxed.

nsfw

When breeding season rolls around for a male Lopunny you better have some time off to spend at home because unless you want a Lopunny to hunt you down outside your better off preparing your body for whatever they plan to do to you for they will use your body until they run out of energy and pass out or until their heat calms down, usually when their seed has taken within you if your a female.

Speaking of which, if you have a working womb I'd highly recommend getting protection for your Lopunny or having a way to prevent insemination as Lopunny sperm are known for having a high rate of taking, even on humans with low fertility. You can expect at least more than one egg to be conceived. Especially if it's a Lopunny going through heat.

Having sex is the other main way Lopunny's use their energy throughout the day, so if you have a Lopunny that is casual or happy to have a sexual relationship with you, best be prepared to have a Lopunny ask, or if you have a particularly rough and dominant Lopunny force you, to have sex with them. Doesn't matter where, as long as they feel comfortable and safe where they are at they will go for it.

I'd highly recommend getting a reinforced bed frame, reinforced flooring, and soundproofing in your bedroom. Unless you have a basement, I'd highly recommend turning that room into essentially a sex dungeon for your Lopunny as then all you'll need is a reinforced bed frame and soundproofing. Believe me, even if you're quiet in bed you'll be howling and screaming in pleasure as Lopunny's are matched with Salazelle for best experience in bed.

Lopunny's are also matched with Gardevoir's for having the most amount of kink awareness and acceptance, as long as you talk about kinks or mention a certain kink your Lopunny will be intrigued and listen to you. If you talk about said kink in a positive way then you best be ready for your Lopunny to try it in bed later.

Lopunny's aren't very fond of sharing their mates with others, if they assume you are hitting or are sexually interested in someone else you better be able to convince them that you weren't as they will be extremely rough in bed or more distant and cold, it depends on what nature they have.

The only reason they would be fine with sharing you is if they know and trust the person or pokemon, just be ready to be double teamed or more with your Lopunny and whoever they trust.

Thankfully Lopunny's are tied with Lucario's for being able to tell when too much is too much for you, even if you don't want to tell them to stop whether that be out of worry or pleasure. So once they notice you needing a break or you tell them to stop they will and instantly fall into caring and doting on you. Helping you clean up and heal up from any bruises or marks on you.

The only exception to this sort of behavior is from alpha pokemon but thankfully, or I guess for some unfortunately, alpha pokemon don't seem to be a thing anymore so you shouldn't have to worry about a Lopunny using your body beyond what you can handle.

Oh and if you're wondering if mega Lopunny works differently they don't differ that much besides more flexibility and energy, just don't bed a mega Lopunny during its heat season. If you do good luck finding an explanation for all the shattered bones and bruised skin as well as the extremely strong scent of Lopunny cum on your body, trust me unless your an extreme masochist you don't want that.

#pokemon x trainer #pokephillia #cw.pokephilia #pokemon x reader #pokefilia #pokephilia tw

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the-black-manor · 2 months

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Within Temptation

Author: The-Black-Manor

Demon x Trans Male Priest (Pre-transition)

Warnings: Rape, unprotected sex, stolen virginity

Kinks: Demon, priest, corruption, blasphemy, oral, excessive cum, oversized cock, monster cock, bondage, belly bulge, rough sex, age difference, size difference

Terms used: Cunt, cock, balls, cervix, chest, nipples, binder, cockhead, crotch, walls, entrance

Words: 4,002

Note: If you find any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them.

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The young priest didn’t arrive at the old stone church until well after dark. He was exhausted from his long journey, but there was nowhere nearby to rest, and he certainly wasn’t going to rest in the church until he was certain there were no malevolent entities present. He stepped out of the cab and stretched before grabbing his luggage and kit and making his way through the crumbling, overgrown courtyard. The front door was unlocked, and he was silently grateful to the family that lived here that they’d remembered to keep it open for him before they fled.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The foyer was dark and foreboding. Previous owners had begun renovating the church into a home years ago, but progress had been halted when strange activity began after unsealing a walled-off room in the cellar. Scaffolding, canvas, tarp, rope, and all sorts of construction equipment had been left behind when the family and crew abandoned the location. There was a large industrial light nearby, and the priest switched it on. The room was no less unsettling bathed in white light.

As he moved through the home in search of the dining room, dust that had since settled was kicked up once more and made the air hazy. The dining room would work well enough as a sort of “home base” while he investigated the claims of demonic activity. He was no exorcist, just a young priest sent to validate the claims. If he found evidence of activity, he would send for an exorcist. For now, though, all he had was himself, his bible, his crucifix, and his faith.

After he got himself settled, he descended to the cellar, to the newly-excavated room the family claims is a “door to hell”. He scoffed and shook his head. Not likely. A gas leak, perhaps, which is why he had a mask and detector with him. But the detector stayed silent, and when he felt comfortable enough to take his mask off, the air was clean, if a bit stale. He worked his way through the house slowly, paying great attention to each room, making mental notes if anything seemed “off”.

The only thing he found unusual was that nothing seemed unusual. He shook his head. This was a waste of time. Still, he had a job to do, and he was going to see it through to the end. He kept going. The church was huge, more a castle than anything, and he eventually found his way upstairs to the bedrooms. The doors were all closed, except for one at the very end of the hall.

If there was ever a place to start up here, he supposed that was it. The dusty old runner beneath his feet muffled his footsteps, and he peered into the room as he approached. It was dark inside, but he could make out the silhouette of a bed with a canopy. He hesitated for only the briefest moment before stepping over the threshold and into the master bedroom. The windows either side of the bed were open just a crack, letting in a crisp, fresh night breeze that sent the linen curtains fluttering and rays of silver moonlight that provided just enough light to see by.

This room was different from the rest. There was no dust on the plush red duvet, no cracks in the stone walls or gunk on the windows. No tattered rugs or moth-eaten curtains. Whereas the rest of the church was obviously abandoned, this room looked well cared for. Lived in.

The door closed behind him and the lock fastened with a “click”. He whirled around, and his blood ran cold as his tired gaze met the glowing purple eyes of an undulating shadow. He took a step back. At points, the figure looked almost human, and then its silhouette dissolved and melded with the shadows around it, moving like ink in water. It was both tangible and intangible, solid and smoke, man and monster.

Its eyes flickered like flame, and it glared at him, and then he thought he saw, for only the briefest moment, the hint of a sharp-toothed smile.

“Hello, priest,” the entity greeted him.

Its voice was deep and seemed to burrow into his chest and reverberate around in his rib cage. The priest gripped the crucifix around his neck and lifted it, wielding it like a shield against the darkness. The entity laughed, low and menacing. And then it was gone. Or so the priest thought. He gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt arms snake around him from behind. The demon pulled him close, pressing its chest against his back, and ran its shadowy clawed hands all over the priest’s chest and stomach.

“Release me!” the priest insisted, writhing in its vice-like grip.

“Cute,” it cooed, its breath hot on the shell of his ear. “You think you have authority here…”

“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to- mmph!”

The demon forced two thick fingers into his mouth, silencing him.

“Hush now,” it breathed as its free hand slid down his stomach to his crotch.

It grabbed him hard and pulled him back into its bulge. He could feel it hardening against his ass.

It let out a sound then that was somewhere between a purr and a growl. “What’s this?” it asked as it felt between his legs. “No cock? Does the church know about this?” it chuckled. “No, I think not. They wouldn’t let you be a priest if they did.”

He held his crucifix so tight that the edges of the cross dug into the soft flesh of his palm. He repeated all the prayers he knew in his head, over and over. He wasn’t afraid, but he couldn’t speak with the fiend’s fingers pressing down on his tongue, so he couldn’t fend it off. All he could do was pray. Its claws dug into the flesh of his inner thigh, and then he was in the air. He landed hard on the bed, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to run, and saw the demon approaching slowly, a predator stalking its prey. This was the most tangible it had been. It looked like a man, around six feet tall, with a slim body and long hair that flowed like smoke. He could make out no facial features except for those gleaming eyes, eyes that burned into his very soul and held him in place, like a deer in the headlights.

The demon leaned forward to match his level, its face only millimeters from his. It breathed in deep, taking in his scent, and then a long, pointed tongue snaked out from behind sharp, wet teeth to lick a line up his cheek.

“Delicious,” it purred.

It rested its hand on his chest, over his racing heart, and shoved him onto his back. Claws dug into his flesh as it tore at his vestments and binder and peeled them away. He snapped out of his fear-frozen state, and brought a leg up to try and kick the monster away. Something wrapped around his ankle, then his thigh, then his other leg, his wrists, his biceps. Inky tentacles held him down and spread him open, leaving him bare before the evil he faced.

“What do you want with me?” he growled, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

“I want your body,” it responded simply, then ran its tongue over its lips. “And it is a beautiful body… Seems a shame to have such stunning assets and not put them to any use.”

He had to get out of here.. He sneered at the demon and began a prayer, voice rising in an attempt to drown out its booming laugh. It didn’t care for his prayers, his faith, his god. It crawled on top of him, and he expected its body to be as hot as the fiery pits that spat it out, but it was icy cold and sent a chill down his spine. His prayer was cut short as the creature forced that long tongue into his mouth and entangled it with his own. He writhed beneath it, trying to free himself from the tentacles’ grasp and the slimy intrusion. One of its teeth nicked his lip, and he tasted blood. The demon must have tasted it too, because another purr-growl rumbled through its chest.

It pulled its tongue from his mouth and licked up the side of his neck while the priest spat, trying to rid himself of its taste. And then its lips replaced its tongue, peppering kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. Its hands touched and grabbed and massaged every inch of him that it could reach, paying special attention to his chest, where it groped the soft mounds and pinched his nipples, rolling them between clawed fingers. Despite his best efforts, the demon’s ministrations were affecting him, and he keened, back arching, when the demon replaced its fingers with soft lips and sucked a sensitive bud into its mouth.

He choked back a moan as fire ignited in his belly. He could feel some sort of wetness leaking from his cunt and pooling on the bed beneath him, but he couldn’t close his legs or reach down to feel. Just then, he felt something hard knock against his cock, and he cried out as electricity shot up his spine. He thought it must have been the demon’s knee, but when he managed to lift his head to look down, the demon was straddling him, its knees on either side of his hips.

“No…” he whimpered, and his head fell back against the mattress.

When it said it wanted his body, he assumed it meant possession, not…

“Get off of me!” he shouted, struggling with renewed vigor.

The demon didn’t reply, but it released his nipple with a “pop”, and traveled down his belly, kissing and licking every inch of the soft flesh there and on his hips as he made his way lower. The priest squirmed, trying to kick away the tentacles so that he could close his legs, but they only pulled them wider apart. Finally, the demon buried its face in his cunt and inhaled deeply. It flicked his cock with its wicked tongue, and then pressed the strong muscle flat against it. It massaged him expertly, and as his back arched and his hips bucked involuntarily, another tentacle wrapped itself around his midsection to hold him down.

“S-stop…” he panted.

“Keep praying to your absent father,” the demon mocked. “I’m sure he’ll come to your rescue.”

His cock throbbed, his cunt clenched, his body ached for more.

“Don’t… ahh-”

The tip of its tongue prodded at his entrance, gauging resistance.

“A virgin?” it purred. “I couldn’t have asked for the church to send me a better gift.”

Fighting back was useless, so the priest closed his eyes tight and started up another prayer.

“That’s it,” the demon cooed. “What a good boy. So obedient.”

He cursed the creature silently and continued his prayer while it pushed the tip of its tongue just past his entrance. He groaned and balled his hands into fists. Its tongue was far bigger than a human’s, and he’d never had anything inside of him before. The stretch burned, but there was pleasure there as well, and he hated his body for reacting the way it was.

It thrust its tongue in and out, in and out, and then buried it deeper. He cried out at the sharp pain, and then stumbled over his prayer as it hit something inside of him - a sensitive spot that sent pleasure shooting up his spine. Its tongue delved deeper, opening his cunt, curling and uncurling, thrusting, massaging, and pressing again and again and again against that spot.

“Sto-op…” he tried to beg, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Its tongue suddenly retreated until only the tip was inside, and it used the meatiest part to press hard against his cock.

“Ah!” he cried out in surprise as another shock of pleasure flooded his senses.

The demon chuckled low, pleased with the reactions it was pulling out of this man of god. Its hands traveled up his sides and it took a breast in each one, kneading them in its large palms and rolling his nipples between its fingers.

“Fuck-” he swore.

Its tongue plunged deep inside of him once more, all the way, until he could feel its lips and nose against his crotch.

“Such a dirty mouth for someone so pure,” it mocked. “And you pray to your god with that tongue?”

“Shut up,” he tried to command, but it only laughed again.

“Have you given up on your prayers, little priest? I quite liked hearing them.”

Mocking. Always mocking. It should hate his prayers, not like them. It was only driving home the fact that the priest had no power over it, no weapon against it.

“Sing for me, priest.”

He clenched his jaw.

“I said, sing.”

It dug its claws into the sensitive flesh of his breasts, and he hissed in pain. He could feel warm blood pooling beneath its talons and running in rivulets down his sides.

“Our f-father, who… who art i-in…”

“Good boy,” it praised him, purring happily.

It ran its cold hands up and down his sides, and then traced soft spirals into his hips before it removed its tongue entirely. The priest was given only a moment to breathe before it was climbing over him once more. It pressed its lips to his neck, peppering him in soft kisses while one of its hands gave his cock the same treatment it had given his nipples. His body jerked, and a moan escaped his lips. The demon nipped at his collarbone, then soothed the bite with licks. It dipped a finger inside of his cunt just as it latched onto his neck, sucking a deep bruise into his pale flesh. A second finger joined the first, and then a third, stretching him wider than its tongue had.

It’s preparing me, he thought. It’s stretching me open so it can fuck me.

And so it was. It added a final finger, opening and closing them with a scissor-like motion inside of him. And then it curled them harshly upward, pressing hard against that sensitive spot. He felt a spurt of something wet gush from his cunt around the demon’s fingers, earning a pleased rumble from its chest. It curled them again, and again, faster, harder, and the priest’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with pleasure.

There was a tightening in his lower belly, and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking, his walls from clenching, his back from arching. The coil tightened quickly, and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of these sensations, to no avail.

“No, please… Don’t!” he begged. “I can’t!”

He was right on the very edge. One more second, and he’d-

The demon stopped all at once, removing its fingers and its lips, and pushed away from him to stand at the foot of the bed. The priest lay there, quivering and clenching around nothing, his cunt leaking and his chest heaving.

“Silly boy,” the demon chuckled. “You think I’ll let you cum around anything other than my cock?”

It slapped his cunt hard, and the priest cried out in pain. It grabbed his hips and pulled them off the edge of the bed, then settled itself between his legs. He finally got a good look at what he was dealing with. Its cock was as black as the shadows that made up its body, massive - at least the size of his forearm, with a tapered, pointed head and thick, ridged shaft, pronounced veins, and precum leaking from the tip like a faucet. Below them swung enormous balls, bigger than any he’d seen even on the horses in the stable or the bulls in the pasture.

“Please…” he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

“Please?” the demon asked. “Please what?”

It lined up and began to prod at his entrance.

“Please don’t do this…”

It smiled that sharp-toothed smile.

“Ah, and here I thought you were begging me to fuck you.”

He forced the head in all at once, and the priest cried out in pain.

“It won’t fit!” he screamed, but the demon only laughed wickedly.

“I’ll make it fit,” it promised, and forced another inch inside.

The pain was blinding, and he fisted handfuls of the bedding either side of him to ground himself against it.

“You’re so wet, I can slide right inside,” it teased.

Another inch, a wider stretch. The priest saw stars every time he opened his eyes.

“Your body wants me,” it told him. “Otherwise your pelvis wouldn’t be opening so readily my cock.”

He shook his head feverishly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Yes,” it chuckled. “Your pelvis is opening up to allow me easier access, and your wet cunt slicked itself up to make pushing in easier. You want this. You want me.”

It snapped its hips forward, burying itself to the hilt in one swift motion. The priest screamed as it slammed against his cervix, but his voice seemed so far away, muffled by the ringing in his ears. It rutted into him, making itself comfortable inside of his body, the pointed tip of its cockhead nestling itself in the little dimple at the opening of his cervix. The tendril around one of his wrist loosened, and then slipped away, but before he could even think to try and throw a punch, the demon had his wrist in its hand. He was silently grateful for the relief on his shoulder as it guided his hand down, where it pressed his palm against his lower abdomen. There was a bulge there, and it moved beneath his hand as the demon rut into him.

His cock… it’s so big it’s making my stomach bulge…

He clenched involuntarily at the thought.

“You like that?” it purred. “I thought you might.”

It rested its hand over his, preventing him from pulling away.

“Why are you doing this?” the priest asked quietly.

“Why does anyone do anything?” the demon asked in reply. “Because I want to. Hush now,” it growled. “Enjoy it.”

But how could he enjoy anything when he was being violated so thoroughly? His body would never be the same after this. He would never be the same.

It gripped his hips tightly, but the priest didn’t move his hand from the bulge. Instead, he pressed down on it, though he wasn’t sure why. The demon hissed and its hips bucked forward harshly, pushing the priest upward on the bed. It pulled him back down and dug its claws into his thighs.

“If you make yourself tighter, you’re only going to make me want to fuck you harder. Unless that’s what you want?” it smirked.

“No!”

He didn’t know why he pressed down. He didn’t mean to, his hand did it on its own… The demon slid almost all the way out of him, and then pushed back in smoothly. The priest let out a long, low moan. The burning stretch had since given way to a pleasant feeling of fullness, and feeling that bulge in his stomach each time the creature bottomed out was doing something to him, making him feel things he wished he wasn’t feeling.

It pulled out again, then slid in, then out, then in, setting a slow, steady pace, fucking him with its entire length.

“Sto-o-op,” he moaned, the word broken each time its cockhead hit his cervix.

“I don’t think you really want me to,” it chuckled. “I think you want me to make you cum.”

“No…” he whined, even as embers ignited in his belly. “Please, don’t…”

It laughed, low and menacing as it picked up the pace, fucking him harder, faster. It pulled him back against it with each thrust, burying itself as deep as possible, bruising his virgin cervix. Wet squelching and skin slapping against skin filled the air like a song, and the priest’s little whines and moans harmonized beautifully. The embers quickly ignited into a blaze, and the spring began to tighten once more. The demon’s hands slid from his hips. One slipped between his legs to pinch and massage his hot, hard cock, while the other rested once more over the priest’s own.

He didn’t see the demon’s wicked smile, so tightly his eyes were closed, but he felt its thrusts become harsher, faster, until it was fucking him like an animal, growling and panting, warm drool dripping off of its lolling tongue and onto his belly. It pressed down hard on the bulge. The priest released a high-pitched whine at the added pressure, and the demon growled low.

“So fucking tight…” it breathed. “There’s nothing better than an innocent little virgin stretched around my fat cock.”

“Huh- uh….”

He couldn’t seem to form words anymore. His senses had narrowed until all his world consisted of was the monster violating his body and the pleasure radiating from his core.

“S..st-o-o-”

“Hmm? What’s that?” the demon purred. “Use your words.”

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.” His voice broke with each thrust.

“No, I didn’t think so,” it grinned and slammed into him like a jackhammer.

The priest tried to arch his back, but the demon’s hand held him down, and that somehow only made the pleasure more intense.

“No… no, no, no,” he cried with each thrust as he rocketed toward the edge. “No, please!”

He came hard. His entire body tensed and curled in on itself, his cunt clenched and unclenched around the demon’s member, and he threw his head back and cried out. His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out, and his breath caught in his chest. The demon plowed deep, pushed itself in as far as possible, and then stilled as a feral growl rumbled in its throat. He could feel its cock throbbing, feel its heavy balls clenching against his ass as it released inside of him. Its seed was hot, and it flooded his cunt like a waterfall. It painted his walls white and leaked out past the demon’s ridged length to run in rivulets down his ass and pool beneath him, mixing with the slick that had gushed out of him earlier.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and grief, and it was all he could do to choke back his sobs in between gasping for air. He came down from his high much sooner than the demon did. It seemed like an eternity before the flood of cum finally stopped. It rubbed his belly softly over his uterus, thrust gently another couple of times, and then was gone.

The tendrils unwound themselves from around his body, the shadows retreated back into the far corners of the room, and the priest was left alone, a trembling, cum-soaked mess. His joints were sore from the unpleasant position he’d been trapped in for… how long had it been? He pushed himself off of the bed and unsteadily to his feet. It was only as a sliver of sunlight through the curtains lit upon his pale face that he realized it was dawn.

Hours. That creature had violated him for hours. He wiped his tears and used the tattered remains of his vestments to clean himself up before descending the stairs back to the dining room. He got dressed and threw his things together as quickly as he could, then all but sprinted for the door. It slammed behind him of its own accord, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

All he could do was run and hope that whatever dark entity lived within that old stone church decided not to follow him home.

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#my writing #demon kink #blasphemy kink #corruption kink #demon x priest #demon x priest kink #terato #monsterfucker #monster kink #nonconsensual #oversized cock #oversized balls #excessive seed kink #virgin kink #age difference #size difference #primal kink #predator x prey

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inquisitorius-sin-bin · 1 year

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Fly or Fall

Volume 2 of the Ride or Die Series

18+ Only Grand Inquisitor x F!Reader

Description: Banishment does not suit you. You were reborn to Utapau a Plainsman, and a Plainsman you will be again, once you have purged your enemies from the land.

Before, you had shown the First Brother what it meant to be a part of this planet. Now, you must recapture that for yourself, or you risk losing everything you are to darkness.

Content Warnings: Graphic Sexual Content, Vaginal Fingering, Pregnancy, Emotional Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships, Hunting, Animal Death, Hurt/Comfort, Handjob, Nipple Play, Breast Fondling, Death, Child Death, Order 66 Flashbacks, Canon-typical Violence, Excessive Gore (Gor, Even), Major Character Injury, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Roleplay Sex, Surgery, Near-death, Breeding Kink(?), Non-consentual Groping, Misogyny, Self-harm Reference

Current Word Count: 99,192

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*Chapters containing porn

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#my fics #ride or die fic #fly or fall fic #drabbles #sorry that was my fic tracking tag ages ago and I dont know how to undo it I am fully aware this isnt a drabble #grand inquisitor x reader #sinquisiting

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cream-stew · 2 years

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Okay, now that I got those cleared up, could I ask for Itto in either like,, "full oni" mode? (Kinda like his burst art?) Or like, minotaur like? (Hehe monsterfucking lets gooo) with sub!bottom! Ftm trans!reader? Where itto just goes crazy goes stupid for them and just fucks them marathon style? Maybe with some breeding kink if youre comfortable with it in this setting (more so the like, lots of cum aspect if that makes sense?)

I hope that gave enough like, info if you need anything more lemme know! Also yes I dont have any shame anymore. If you catch me in 4K, make sure to send the copies ✌️📸

🔞 minors dni

warnings: ftm trans reader, rough sex, outdoor sex, monsterfucking kinda?, multiple orgasms, creampie, breeding kink, vaginal sex, belly bulge

// note: I picked his burst art bc I've always wanted to write something with it, I hope it's fine🤝

you don't know what went wrong (or right👀) but he's not able to revert to his original form yet, even if he won the fight over an hour ago and the soldiers are long gone.

he's a little frantic, brimming with excess energy, and you try to coax him into following you home, but he's just not budging, only pacing the beach as if waiting for more opponents to show up… you can't think of anything to do that could help him, but you can't leave him there on his own. he always gets in trouble on a normal day, imagine what he could do in this form! he'd probably get arrested again……….

still, you're getting tired of pacing with him, your legs are getting sore and you really want to sit down, so you try and drag him with you.

he follows without complaint, at first, and you think he might be tiring as well, but when you make it to the rock you want to rest on, he sits down first and grabs your hips roughly. he's so tall in this form, and even sitting down he's taller than you. you flush a little as you realize, but you have no time to let your thoughts wander in that direction, because now he's the one dragging you and pulling until you're straddling his lap indecently.

you watch him lick his lips, his fangs poking out, and his grip tightens on your waist, dragging you even closer until you can feel his clothed erection hard against you.

grunting, he moves you back and forth on it, rutting against your pussy with only both of your pants keeping you apart, and you let out a desperate moan. his cock feels bigger than usual, transformed like the rest of his body, and you really want to find out how it feels inside.

you don't have to beg to get him to do something this time, because he's eager to pull his cock out of his pants, and it leaves you enough time free of his grip to remove your own clothes, throwing them to the side just in time for him to grab you again.

he manhandles you until you're hovering just above his huge cockhead, thick beads of precum decorating the tip. the stretch hurts just barely when he drags you down his length, taking his cock to the hilt, but you're so wet you barely feel it, and despite his current predicament he's still aware that he has to give you time to adjust. he stays perfectly still as you moan and tremble in his lap, getting used to the bigger cock, looking down to see a slight bulge where his cockhead must reach, but soon you're moving your hips back and forth, hoping he'll understand and start fucking you.

it works, he uses his grip on your body to lift you up and push you back down again, using you like a human-sized cocksleeve as he grunts and moans, his cock dragging in and out of you and hitting right at your cervix.

he rubs over your sweet spot with every thrust, and it all feels so good that you cum embarrassingly quick, but hey, at least it just adds more slick to help the penetration🙏

he gets bored of the position at some point tho, because he just stands up with your body still cradled in his arms, and starts fucking upwards into your wet pussy just like that, your legs frantically wrapping around his waist.

he cums like that, his seed flooding your guts and adding to the belly bulge, but he has no intention to stop!

you cum over and over, and so does he, breeding you until you're sore and bloated, not falling to the ground only bc he's still holding you up so tightly. you feel so fucked out you can barely think, but you keep moaning and begging him to keep going, his cock somehow still rock hard inside your pussy.

you've lost track of time (and of how many times you've both cummed) by the time he sits back down, stilling his hips and simply cradling you against his chest, but it's night already, and you can really believe you've spent hours being used as a cumdump.

he's reverting to his usual form at least, and he seems in a great mood now that his energy is all expended. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and promises he'll carry you home and "take care of you like you took care of him today" !

(you didn't even do much, but you definitely won't complain🥰)

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #itto x reader #itto smut

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chxrrylime · 2 years

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18+, trans!male. You asked for steve x reader x billy ideas and I thought of one.

I don't know what you think about corruption kink but just imagine innocent reader and like really kinky(?) steve and billy in this point in there relationship they had taken his(reader's) virginity but they were quite gentle with him. This happens after they go on a date and come back home with a lot of sexual tension between them and both Steve and Billy ask reader if it's okay they try something new [smut ensues] and both billy and steve make sure reader has a safe word but every curious little moan the reader would let out it would turn them on oh so much that by the end of it reader is covered in their cum, their cum leaking out of both of his holes and whimpering from the over stimulation and the edging also feeling the sheets on his red bruised ass.

For kinks: over stimulation, edging, spanking, corruption kink, hard breeding kink and the rest is up to you

Sorry if this too specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's okay. Thank you ❤️

❝ Hi there I'm the anon who sent the corruption kink request with steve and billy, I forgot to add something to it but I also wanted to include a/b/O dynamic into it. Sorry for this and again thank you ❤️ ❞

Never apologize!! I am foaming at the mouth. I love all of this. Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy it!

↪ 1998 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for mild cnc roleplay/dub-c0n, under-negotiated kink, crying, spanking, breeding kink, fem terms used for trans reader's genitals, double penetration, overstimulation, spanking, a/b/o dynamics, and excessive cum.

You hadn’t known what to expect at all when the two boys brought up ‘trying something new.’ You’d just gotten back to Steve’s place from an impromptu date swimming down at the quarry. The boys had been pretty clingy the whole time, tossing you around in the water and whispering to each other. None of you had brought a change of clothes, so you’d all been naked. You could see that the both of them were half hard almost the entire time.

When you’d gotten back they stripped you down to your boxers, Billy kissing at your neck when Steve, thumbing at your nipple, had asked. Had explained to you what a safeword was and had you come up with one when you’d agreed to experiment.

They were both surprisingly gentle with you your first time, carefully opening you up for their knots. Or, well, Steve’s knot. Billy had come on your face, his big hand squeezing down around his pulsing knot. Had whispered in your ear about filling you up next time while Steve was still locked inside of your clutch, pumping you full with his seed.

You’re on your hands and knees now, Steve laid beneath you with his head buried in your crotch. You whimper and shake as he licks between your folds, sucking on your cocklet before pushing his tongue into your tight cunt.

You yelp as Billy brings his hand down against your ass again, two of his thick fingers stretching open your hole. He soothes the reddening cheek with his hand before dragging his blunt nails over it, making you sob at the mixture of pleasure-pain.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby boy?” Billy gruffly asks, slipping a third finger into your hole just as Steve adds his own to your pussy, thrusting into the last knuckle alongside his tongue. “Your ass is so tight. Never had anything in here, huh?”

He thrusts his fingers in particularly hard for emphasis and you cry out, shaking your head. Billy laughs low and dangerous and Steve moans against your core, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. You press your hips back against their intrusions and moan.

“I-I’m gonna come,” you whimper. They’d told you to let them know when you’re close. You regret doing so as Steve pulls away from your pussy entirely with one last teasing lick to your clit. Billy’s fingers still inside of your hole and he spanks you in rapid succession, quickly bringing you back from the edge with the stinging pain.

Steve’s fingers return to your cunt, shoving three fingers past the tight rim. The stretch is painful, countered by how he immediately finds your sweet spot and rubs against it. You hiccup, tears streaming down your face. Steve turns his head and presses a gentle kiss to the side of your knee.

“You’re doing amazing,” he whispers, just as Billy pulls his fingers free, leaning down to lap at your loosened hole. “Can’t wait to breed you.”

He spreads his fingers wide within your cunt before slipping free. You can feel him shifting, scooting out from under you as Billy shuffles forward on his knees. His big hands grip tight at your waist and flip you around. You yelp, giggling as you land and bounce against the mattress a few times. Billy smiles at you, genuine—affection twinkling in his eyes. He’s caught by something soft for a moment, leaning down to press little kisses to your tummy while Steve moves to kneel by your face, stroking his leaking, flushed cock.

You give little kitten licks to the tip of Steve’s prick, watching proudly at how his eyes flutter and glaze over slightly. Billy grips your hips and pulls you down a bit, the bottom of your thighs pressed to the top of his. His blunt cockhead swipes between your wet folds before slipping further down, pushing against your hole.

You keen, hips wiggling. Steve shushes you, his dick slowly sliding back and forth over your lips as he strokes your hair. Billy thumbs rough and fast at your cocklet, your mouth gaping on a silent cry as the unrelenting pressure gives, Billy’s cockhead popping into you with a wet squelch.

“Hurts,” you choke out, tears streaming down your face. “S’too big!”

Billy leans down to lick and suck at one of your nipples, the movement causing him to slip further into you. Your back arches and you sob. He pulls away and grins down at you.

“You can take it, baby,” Billy groans low and long, hips stiltedly grinding forward to push deeper into your spasming hole. “You know your word. But you’re our little cock drunk whore, huh? You can take it.”

“I’m c-close,” you sob, back arching. He pulls his hand away from your clit just as he shoves into the hilt, forcing a punched-out scream from your mouth. Steve takes the opportunity to slip his cock past your lips, the head nudging against the inside of your cheek.

You reach up to claw at his bare thigh and he groans, placing his own hand over yours. Billy begins to thrust into you, a slow little circling grind of his hips. You mewl around Steve’s cock, the angle too awkward for you to do anything but lick messily at his shaft. You can see his knot swelling as Billy’s pace begins to pick up, fucking into your hole hard and fast. You move your hand from Steve’s thigh to squeeze around the bulging flesh and Steve gasps, the first pulse of cum landing hot and bittersweet against your tongue.

He slips his cock free, a few ropes of his spend decorating your cheek and the bridge of your nose before he shifts, moving your hand to squeeze his own knot as he comes across your chest. Billy groans, lapping up some of the spend that lands over your nipple before sucking the nub into his mouth, nibbling lightly.

He shifts so one hand is on your hip, the other gripping your shoulder as he slams into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding through the room.

“Shit, gonna fill you up,” he growls out, teeth bared. He leans down, pressing his face to your throat and teasing his canines over your scent gland, the sharp points scraping along the sensitive flesh as he speaks. He sounds frantic, hips beginning to stutter. “Fuck you full of my pups, make you all fat and round. Just keep knocking you up over and over every single time. Never leave you empty.”

“Christ, Billy,” Steve breathes outs, his hand slowly stroking his sensitive cock as it softens, trying to coax it back to hardness.

Billy laughs and then groans, his knot popping into you, teeth spread wide over your gland but not biting down, instead tonguing at it as he comes. You sob at the stretch and he takes pity on you, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug on your cocklet. His hot cum floods your sensitive hole and you keen, back arching as you come without warning, a gush of slick rushing from your pussy.

You cry quietly as Billy keeps coming, his knot slowly deflating, spend leaking out around his cock. Steve cups your cheek and turns your head to face him. He gives you a soft smile, meeting your half-lidded gaze.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, moving his hand to swipe your hair from your face. You lean into his touch, letting your eyes flutter shut with a small nod. “Not too much?”

“N-no,” you murmur, voice slightly slurred. “Feel so full…”

“Gonna be even more full in a minute here,” Billy comments, his cock finally slipping free from your sore hole. Steve snorts as you whimper confusedly, letting Billy manhandle you onto your front.

Steve delicately lifts your torso just enough to slip beneath you, letting you nuzzle into his chest when he finally settles. He kisses the top of your shoulder, his big hands soothing up and down your back. Billy grips the base of his cock and you flinch as the head brushes your pussy, slipping between your folds.

“No, Stevie,” you whine, voice small and petulant, gripping desperately at his shoulders. “Please, please, it’s too much—”

You gasp as Billy pushes you down the tiniest bit, Steve’s cockhead slipping into your cunt. Steve shushes you, turning his head to kiss you slow and sweet.

“Do you want to stop?” He murmurs, breathing heavily as Billy forces you to sink further and further down Steve’s long, hard prick. You whine and squirm, shaking your head. “You’re so good. So good and, damn, tight. Bet you haven’t even touched yourself since we took you.”

You shake your head again, tears streaming down your face as he begins to hump up into you, his pelvis rutting against your oversensitive cocklet. You wail as Billy’s prick begins to press into your hole again. Billy reaches around and presses his palm over your mouth to muffle you, slipping in to the hilt, grinding slow and deep as you keen, their cocks stretching you impossibly wide.

“The neighbors are gonna hear you, baby boy,” Billy jokes, nipping at your earlobe. You whimper and he chuckles, licking at your ear before he speaks, hot breath fanning across your cheek. “Bet you’d love that. Bet you’d let us fuck you in front of the whole basketball team, show them how much of a little cock slut you are. How much you love to get bred and fucked full of our cum.”

Steve groans. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, his knot pulsing as it begins to fill out again. You mewl, grinding down against the swollen flesh, clenching tight around the both of them as you come, squirting your release across Steve’s tummy.

“F-fuck,” Steve gasps, awestruck. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, forcing you to straighten a bit, crying out at the change in angle as he latches onto your nipple and sucks harshly.

You feel Billy’s free hand reach around to palm over your clit and you scream against his hand covering your mouth as you come again, body spasming and thighs quivering. Your eyes roll back and Steve pulls your head down, shoving his tongue into your slack mouth as he bucks up into you a few more times before his knot finally catches. He grabs your hips and slams you down onto it and you cry out again, pussy spasming around him in the aftermath of your orgasm.

Your brain is buzzing, your entire body shaking and twitching as Steve fills you with his load, whispering about how he’s going to knock you up, how he’s gonna fuck you every day while you’re pregnant with his pups, rambling deliriously as he scrapes his teeth along your scent gland just as Billy had.

Billy growls low and deep from behind you, biting down hard on the back of your neck, pushing you forward with the momentum as he shoves his knot into your hole. You can barely manage more than a broken whimper as the both of them stretch you wide around their swollen, pulsing knots. Your stomach feels full and hard like you’ve eaten too much. You can already feel Steve’s cum leaking out past his cock as his knot deflates, followed not too long after by Billy’s dripping from your ass.

Billy gently pulls free from your hole, planting a gentle kiss on your bright red ass, still sore and stinging from the earlier spanking. He flops down next to you and Steve, pressing his lips to Steve’s throat, trailing small little kisses along the expanse of skin.

Steve hums contentedly, his arms wrapped around you, careful to keep his cock from slipping out. You twitch and shiver, overused and wrecked, your brain floating and completely out of it.

“Our baby boy,” you hear Billy whisper affectionately, running his fingers through your hair as you doze off, content.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #harringrove #mine #smut #steve x reader #billy x reader #steve x reader x billy

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beetled-juice · 2 years

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Just some unfinished thoughts about Beej with a breeding kink. I’m going with two versions: one is Beej breeding you, the other is you breeding him. Reader uses gender neutral pronouns, though in my mind I’m always writing from a transmasc perspective so there will be mentions of y/n using a strap-on (implying y/n has a pussy).

Y/N Breeding Beetlejuice:

- The first time he makes any kind of reference to it is only a week after meeting you - he makes a joke about getting himself knocked up with your kid to baby trap you and force you to marry him. He sucks in a large breath and pushes his stomach out, placing his hands on his rounded belly like he was trying to feel a kick. You laugh it off and pat his ballooned belly as you walk past, making an off-hand comment about how it doesn't work that way, and you miss the way his eyes grow wide at the touch.

- Sometimes after a long day out in the world of the living, coming home to Beetlejuice and his chaos is... a lot, to put it kindly. One way you’ve learned to keep him quiet and contained is to pound him into the mattress, leaving him to claw and bite at the bedding beneath him as you work off his excessive energy. Normally he’s got a smart mouth, but whenever you take control like this he becomes a whimpering and howling mess. It was during one of these times that he revealed how much he liked the idea of you breeding him.

He was face down and ass up, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips as you set a brutal pace. You reveled in the sounds he made when he was like this, and you kept egging him on with the filth dripping from your mouth. You’d made some pointed comments about how much he loved taking you, how you wished you could spill inside of him and watch as it dripped out of his used hole. At that, he’d let out a strangled groan and began to come apart around you.

Knowing he had more than one round in him, you’d started to gently tease him about why that had brought him over the edge so quickly - unashamed, he simply replied that the thought of you knocking him up was super hot. You’d laughed, because Beej that’s not possible, but he’d just shrugged and reminded you that kinks and fantasies don’t have to be possible to be fun. After that, you both loved to play out this fantasy.

- After a chance discovery online, you decide to surprise Beej with a new strap-on that can hold and “come” lube. You make sure that you get the package delivered when he’s over at the deetzlands, and hide it for the next time you have an evening together.

You make sure to take your time fingering him open, leaving him pliant and squirming beneath you. You then make sure to show off your new toy, explaining that you’re going to use it to fuck a baby into him, but you don’t tell him about its secret surprise inside. His eyes, already dark, go unnaturally wide, and he nods enthusiastically while grabbing at your hips. You turn him into a drooling mess, fucking him nice and deep until he’s nearing his peak, then you press the release button and let your “seed” flood out. This drives him over the edge, a surprised and very loud cry dragged out of him as he comes in thick ropes across his belly.

Once he’s coherent enough, you show him how the toy works, and you can bet he’ll be begging you to use it regularly ;)

- Normally this type of fantasy is just for fun - it’s hot, and you enjoy yourselves - but on occasion this turns into a way to reassure him that you’re not going anywhere when he has a bad day.

Initially it wasn’t planned - you’d come home to a very melancholy and very purple Beetlejuice, and all he’d wanted was to have you as close to him as possible. When he’d quietly asked you to fuck him, you’d simply grabbed whatever was closest to your harness and started to work him open. When you both realized you’d grabbed your “special” toy you’d moved to grab a different one, but a quick grip of your wrist kept you in place. Understanding what it was he really wanted, you’d happily gone along with the fantasy-slash-comfort sex. You’d whispered promises about staying with him, never specifying anything but letting him live in the fantasy of such a permanent tie between you two.

After that, whenever he would ask you to fuck him during a purple day, you’d offer him the choice of which toy to use. Most of the time he chose one of your normal toys, or he’d leave it up to you, and you’d know that that fantasy wasn’t what he needed right then. If and when he chose the special toy, you’d always be sure to show him exactly how much it meant that he trusted you to do this.

Beetlejuice Breeding Y/N:

- I think the first time you both try out this fantasy, he’d immediately start pressing most of his weight down onto you to keep your body covered beneath his. If you grumble at getting squished, he’d growl out something about trying to keep you safe and away from prying eyes. In the netherworld, there’s very little privacy and very few safe places away from other demons who would want to steal his sweet breather, and as he really gets into the fantasy it’s hard for him to remember that you’re both safely in the living world where there’s no threat of you being stolen from him.

- When he’s done spilling inside you, he’ll stay right there to make sure none of it slips out. Sometimes this means he stays buried inside of you, waiting until he’s hard again to start pumping a second round into you. Other times, he pulls out but keeps a finger at the ready to push anything dripping out back inside you.

This second option takes some getting used to - he’ll leave you laying on your back with your legs spread wide for him to very dutifully watch with unblinking eyes, waiting for any trace of his come to make itself visible. The first few times he does this, you have to cover your incredibly red face with a pillow and squirm trying to stop yourself from pulling your thighs together. You tried to once, because Beej it’s been like 10 minutes, come on, this is getting embarrassing, but he just shoved his hands between your legs and yanked them back apart. After that, he always kept a second pair of hands on the inside of your thighs, his thick fingers gripping the soft flesh as a reminder to keep them open.

- His favorite position when indulging in this fantasy is your general missionary - he’s a sap at heart, and being able to watch you and kiss you and whisper filthy things into your neck is just too good to pass up. He loves feeling your thighs squeeze around him when you’re close to the edge, and it’s more conducive to the aforementioned points about keeping his come inside of you.

#beetlejuice x reader #musical beetlejuice x reader #nsft #my stuff #posting this at 3:30 in the morning so that my sense of shame during daylight hours can't stop me >:3

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