#groin bush

[ozarkthedog]

𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

summary: joel secretly watches you shower.

warnings: 18+ mdni. older!joel miller x afab!reader. dubcon -> reader has no idea. reader has a bush but no other physical descriptors. male masturbation. joel is a conflicted, dirty old man but we love him so. w.c: 1.3k

author's note: the title is way too sweet for this. thank you @ghotifishreads for looking this over!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Joel is a bad man. 

A very, very bad man. 

Still, he couldn't think of a reason to stop as he gripped the base of his cock and began to stroke while he watched you dance like a sprite under the flowing stream.

It was a miracle the two of you stumbled upon a YMCA this far from the city. Joel figured it'd be swarming with people or worse, but it was oddly barren aside from crawling vines and small critters living in the alcoves. 

It was even rarer that the water would still be working, but after you begged him with those big doe eyes, Joel checked it out. 

You wait anxiously on a pathway in the center of a large washroom, shifting back and forth on your feet between the shower stalls while Joel stands in one of the less scary cubicles. The room was a mess. Mud cakes the floor and walls; once pearly white tiles are now smeared with dirt. Various tiles and mirrors are splintered and broken. 

"'ere goes nothin'." Joel turns the knob, and the pipes behind the wall make a slew of thuds and loud creaking noises before a rush of water flows from the tap like a waterfall spilling over the edge of a cliff. 

"No, shit." Joel curses in shock and tests the water's temp. "S'ice cold." he hisses before stepping out of the tiny stall. 

You squeal elatedly. Uncaring about the cold, you move closer and cup your hands under the stream. You let out a soft moan at the frigid temperature. The unruly summer days were doing a number on you both.

Joel swallows hard at the sound and shifts his eyes to the floor before spying a few bars of soap a few feet away. He grabs two and tosses you one. "I don't know about you, but I'm taking a shower now," you announce, dropping your bag into the path between the stalls.

"Guess I should, too," Joel says, looking at the other, relatively clean stall across from yours. 

"You definitely should." You quip and playfully wrinkle your nose as you shuck off your shoes.

"Shut up." Joel bites back with a sly grin. He takes a few short steps and turns the shower knob. Sure enough, crystal clear water streams freely from the head.

"See ya when we're clean." you send him a smile before tugging your curtain closed. 

Joel shifts on his feet in the small space as he watches you pile your clothes on top of your bag from behind the curtain. He should keep guard and give you some privacy, but all coherent thought evaporates when he sees and hears you step under the stream.

Sunlight pours down into your stall from a window above, creating a tempting silhouette as you shimmy in the water and let loose an unrestrained moan. The sweet sound echoes off the washroom walls and slithers into Joel's brain. It races down his spinal column, and reaches home in his groin. His cock fills with blood instantly, forcing him to bite his cheek and mute his own moan.

"Ah, what the hell," he mumbles, setting his pack next to yours and closing the curtain to his stall. He's out of his clothes quicker than he remembers moving, chucking them carelessly on the other side of the curtain. His cock stands hard and raging, but he ignores it, choosing to step under the freezing stream with the hope it'll curb his arousal. 

"Fuck." Joel groans when the cold rains down on his sweltering body.  

"Told you." he hears you tease.

Joel shakes his head with a smile. It was by chance that your paths crossed. He wasn't looking for anyone to share in this new way of life, especially after Tommy left, but as luck would have it, you stumbled into his world at the right time, and now he's not quite sure he wants to live without you in it.  

He'd kept his distance over the last few months. He was too old to get caught up in sappy feelings and didn't need the distraction when life was on the line. However, that raw, gnawing need never went away. It took him a while to relax and feel secure enough to get off, but when he did, he was able to let go and succumb to the urges he remembered enjoying so much before the outbreak. 

He scrubs his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, across his broad, hairy chest, expelling dirt and grime from his skin as it swirls down the drain. His erection still hasn't faded; if anything, it's even harder now as your airy singing fills the room. 

He teethes his bottom lip as he succumbs to the urge once more and curls a soapy hand around his twitching length, circling the girthy base with a tight grip. Blood pulses in the crown— a desert sunset red, throbbing and weeping.

Joel knows it's wrong, but he's past the point of caring. With his left hand, he eases the curtain to catch another glimpse of your inviting silhouette but gets more than he imagined.

A breeze from the open window above your stall must have pushed the curtain open without you realizing. It was no bigger than a small gap, but it exposed enough of your body to Joel's prying eyes.

His jaw clenches tight as his deviant gaze travels along the wet, soapy expanse of your body. Water drips from your hairline, over your clavicle, between your breasts, and trickles down your soft belly. A mess of droplets and soapy suds cling to the patch of curls that covers your mound. Joel's cock throbs at the sight of your bush; he always loved the taste of a sweaty, hairy pussy.

You wash yourself, utterly unaware of his stare. The knot in Joel's abdomen twists, an unyielding cramp cinching ever tighter. He swirls his large, slick palm over his drooling tip, expertly moving with the right touch, trying his quickest to get off before the floor opens up and swallows him whole.

His sac tightens, drawing up as an intense wave burns through his gut. He watches with shameless infatuation as you run your soapy hands around your breasts and between your legs before rinsing away the filth. He roughly thrusts into his grip, imagining it's your cunt as it hugs and swirls around him while he greedily fucks into your warmth. He wants nothing more than to feel you under him, writhing from his illicit and soothing touch. 

His spine curves as he hunches over and leans one hand on the wall for support as he comes with a mess of deep, broken grunts. Fingers scratch the tile, body quivering with searing pleasure as thick white ropes splash against the dingy tile; he pictures you gasping for him while he fills you to the brim.

Shame creeps in, swarming hot and fast like the midday sun after a summer rainstorm. He yanks his hand from his cock like he's been burnt when you suddenly appear on the other side of the curtain.

"Are you almost done?" your voice cutting through the white noise of the shower stream. Joel peers around the side of the curtain, eyes piercing yet sorrowful. "Yeah, gimme a minute."

For now, Joel shakes off his shame. He cleans himself up and haphazardly splashes the wall with water, washing away any evidence of his perverted seclusion.

"Here," he hears you say as you hand him his clothes. He opens the curtain a bit and notices your eyes are cast downward. Joel instantly feels the sharp fangs of regret sink into his flesh; you must've heard him. 

"Thanks," Joel mutters. His fingers brush yours as he grabs his clothes, making your big eyes snap to his before they curiously travel down over his bouldering, sun-kissed shoulders. He watches your jaw drop with a silent gasp, and your knees slightly buckle at the dewy sight of him.

"Be out right out," he smirks when you forget to let go of his clothes, forcing you to mumble a mortified apology before he closes the curtain.

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe he's not as bad as he thinks, and just maybe he might have a chance with you.

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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[astralnymphh]

thinking about painslut!ellie who likes getting scratched up by long nails.. ✮

nothing— and i punctuate nothing, compares to the painful bliss of feeling nails as whetted as a great white's jaw of knives tear red valleys into her shoulder blades. hell, ellie encourages you to mark up her back. not necessarily by words, though. a sort of fucking frenzy will kick in, and she'll embolden those claws to bite with her hips, rolling on yours, dragging her soppy folds all over your cunt. ellie angles herself in various ways; draws her groin under yours to hump your clit directly, positions and splays her pretty bush as she bounces on your bud, plasters her pussy full–on and circles the skin 'round. an unorthodox aim to get you wailing, "yyesss ellie!" as you cum against her puffy pussy and straightaway, without hesitation tracing your fingertips up her supple, dry–scored skin, you dip pressure beneath the jut of her shoulder blades and shred the flesh. "fuck! fuuck!" els' winces to your ear, growlish on the lobe as she nips it, "yeah, make me fucking bleed baby, fuckin' bleed." almost knurling her back into your clawing palms, seizing and clenching up her rump on your cunt as her cum spills lubricous and frothy inside your pussy lips, hiking herself up just so you could visual the honeyed webs keeping you two connected. "hurts so good, mhmm, so fucking.." but she is nay of breath and hazy of her heart and eye, the added zap to her climaxing core and the throbbing affliction of fresh crimson dashes oozing tiny beads of blood, sanguineous delight, offering of the pale mistress moon— has her merry to pass out. collapsing, her orangey sweat breasts fall to yours and squish like two pancakes, damp waist laying next, and lastly her chin hooking a home upon the nook of your neck, parting breaths she longs to not be livened of soon enough. "thank you.. thank y' thank— mhh, thank you." ellie recites a push of praises through your collarbone, her hand draped limp on your bicep wiping it's thumb so gentle with care, the ghostly graze dithers your brain a second— a moment you skip and fuzz the realization of a warm drip streaming on your rib during, the grasp of what that dribble was hitting you like a brick. "ellie, ur' back— y'need to.. huhh.. band-aid.." exhausted, little heaves clog your throat through the words, but ellie slacks her head up and renders them useless regardless, "mh–mm, it's fine. don't need 'em tonight." she gauzes your light worries in a tone that sifts through you, relaxes you, crafts you a reason to wonder 'why bother', and lie there lackadaisical as her kisses pepper cold on searing skin, a dozing meadow under the twilight sky of her sleepy gaze and in her arms like earth crust and soil fertile. sprouting in you a drug–like miasma that eats your thoughts and lulls your physical senses into a numb horizon, the last thing perceptible is the wash of air above you and a weighted thump beside you, leading you to believe ellie had bet on falling asleep as well, happy as a parakeet with liquid–iron proof of her bloody lovemaking flowing like a waterfall of bitterness down her back.

however, that proof had leaked and dotted the bedsheet come virgin daylight, adding one more thing to the laundry basket. ౨ৎ

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[thegnomelord]

Locker-room jokes

CW:NSFW MDNI, FTM reader and Gaz, frotting, oral, first times, masc terms (cock, cocklet, bottom growth) this is based off a post I saw somewhere and a talk I had with @embry-garrick . Author isn't trans so tell me if this sucks lol

Guys comparing dick sizes in the locker room is a joke as old as time. You'd never considered entertaining it as it always came off stupid to you. . . yet here you are.

The locker room is thankfully empty except for you and Gaz, the silence buzzing beneath your skin and leaving you awkwardly shifting your weight from one leg to the other. It's not like you two haven't seen each other naked before, God knows some of the communal showers on different bases were little bigger than shoe boxes, but the expectation to do more than just catch a glimpse — that makes you feel naked.

Agreeing to this had been easy, but now that it came time to put your words were your mouth was you realize you were too arrogant; You can't quite make yourself meet Gaz's gaze, eyes flickering from his face to the darkened lines beneath his pecks, to the sparce trail of body hair that disappears down beneath the towel wrapped around his hips before returning to his face, your cheeks burning.

"Oh, is someone nervous?" Gaz shows you mercy by sauntering closer, gun calloused hands finding their place on your hips and thumbs slipping beneath the towel's hem. "Scared you're not going to be able to rise to the occasion?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it as he snickers at his own words.

You open your mouth to speak but you're forced to bite your tongue when Kyle presses against you, chest to chest and skin to skin. He tilts his head back, your noses brushing together. "You know," His lips brush against yours, just a ghost and a promise something more should you listen to him. "You could just quit while you're ahead and save yourself the embarrassment."

Even the miniscule sensation of his lips on yours leaves your body wanting more, your ribs aching to be wrenched open so he can hold your heart in his hands. Damn tempter.

You ignore your body's wants, the knowledge of him testing you making something burn in your chest. "In your dreams." You repeat the same words that got you into this mess, the words that awakened his competitive streak.

You mimic him by gripping his hips and clutching the towel barely hanging around him. But there's a small tremor in your hands, anxiety nibbling on your nerves — You're treading new ground, the furthest you two ever got was drunken make out sessions and heavy groping in bathrooms or broom closets or Price's office that one time.

Kyle doesn't mention the tremble, your actions earning yourself a pleased grin from him. "Ooh, aren't you arrogant." Which is good; it wouldn't be fun if you were a wet rag about it. Kyle's fingers shift to skirt across your sides before gripping your towel tighter. "Tell you what, we take them off together, yeah?"

"Aren't you thoughtful." Your words make him grin, but you nod your head. "Fine—" You grip his towel, the muscles in your arm tensing. "One, two, three-"

You barely manage to say the last number before Kyle yanks the towel off your hips and tosses it carelessly on the nearby bench. You scramble to do the same, your hands suddenly your mortal enemies as you stumble around a bit while you feel his eyes on you before you manage to take his towel off.

Gaz knows he looks good, he's proud of his body, but the way your eyes travel across his frame — from his face to his chest, following the happy trail of sparce hair down his abdomen to his groin where the neatly trimmed pubic hair accentuates the length of his bottom growth— has blood rushing to his cock, has him feeling high as a kite.

He looks you over up and down, both to see your embarrassment grown and because he's pleased by what he sees. His eyes settles to your groin where a bush of hair partly obscures your own bottom growth, glancing between you and himself. "I reckon I'm bigger."

Something about the way he says it, like he's a jaguar that just caught a cayman, sparks something inside you. "Only because you're smooth as a baby's ass." You growl and push a hand between your bodies, trapping your cock between two fingers and spreading them slightly so it's fully on display. "I'm bigger." You can't help but press a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, some of your arrogance coming back.

Kyle tries not to, but a pleased noise escapes his throat — you're definitely bigger, at least half an inch if not more. He's not willing to admit defeat that quickly, but fuck, the change in your attitude is a major turn on.

"Cheater." The accusation would be far more hurtful if he didn't press himself closer, one hand holding your shoulder, the other sliding down to hold his cocklet. "Just gotta-" But he doesn't stop there, slowly stroking the length of it between his fingers, thumb swirling across the tip. "-I'll show you big."

"Now who's cheating?" You snark, using your free hand to hold Kyle tightly so he doesn't lose his balance. You don't stop him, mesmerized by the way each languid stroke has his cock chubbing up a bit more, slick easing the glide as it glistens across his flushed flesh.

"You started it-hah!—" You pick the moment to grind your groin into his, the tip of your cocklet roughly grinding against his and forcing a small punched out noise from his lungs.

"Whoops." You grunt, pleasure starting to simmer in your veins as you grind your cock against his again. "Sorry, just needed to get the right angle." Your tone makes the lie obvious but you can't be bothered to make it sound believable, the combination of shifting of your hips and the slow movement of your hand as you stroke yourself at the same tempo as him has lightning rushing up your spine. "I'm still bigger than you."

"Bastard!" The curse morphs into a short laugh and finally into a moan that bounces off the tiled walls, his head tilting forward to place a sloppy and disorganized kiss on your cheek. Kyle pants against your skin, leaving crescent shaped bruises on your shoulder from how tightly he grips you. "Hold on, I just have to-" He moans again, rocking his hips to meet yours that has the sensitive heads of your cocklets bumping together. "-fuck- fuck- just, give me a minute it gets bigger."

"What's wrong Kyle, failing to rise to the occasion?" You have no idea how wet that smug tone of yours makes him, but with how obscenely loudly his slick squelches against his fingers, Kyle's sure you'll figure it out soon. "Here, let me help you."

It's Kyles turn to be surprised when you push him into one of the stalls, his back meeting the cold tiles of the shower. "What are you planning?" He grunts, a yelp escaping him when you suddenly grab his thighs, picking up and bending him nearly in half until your head's cradled between his thighs and his cock's inches away from your mouth. The years of gymnastics makes the position possible, the numb pain of muscles deep in his back stretching making the pleasure so much sharper.

You blow cold air across his sensitive cocklet, watching it twitch with need. "Relax, just getting a better look." The way his thighs shake when you lick a slow stripe up his cock has your mind buzzing, the needy sound that breaks past his lips sweet as honey to your ears. "I'm gonna help you get as big as you can." It's hard to look away from his cock but you force yourself to look up at Gaz, resting his cocklet against your lips. "It's only fair."

"You-" Whatever he wanted to say next is cut off when you take his entire cock in your mouth, resting it on your tongue for a few moments before you suck. "-oh fuck!" His hands scramble to find purchase on your shoulders, gripping your hair as he hunches over, his mouth right next to your ear so you can head a moan leave him — deep and low and so desperate.

It makes you want to pull more of those sounds out of him. And you do — sloppily slurping on his cocklet for a few seconds only to pull off to lick it, alternating between slow strong swipes of your tongue across his entire shaft to small kitten licks on his tip. Occasionally you pull off entirely to blow cold air across it, keeping him teetering on that edge of pleasure, silencing the sounds of discontent with a few swipes near his hole before taking all of him into your mouth to repeat the cycle.

You don't know what's more intoxicating; You feel yourself grow drunk off the slightly sweet and musky taste of his slick that runs down your chin, the image of his abdominal muscles fluttering and thighs shaking from the building pleasure in his belly burned into your mind, Kyles babbles of "Yeah, like th- fuck, fuck, fuck- that- pleas-hah—" and calls of your name broken by moans and whimpers like the song of angels.

You feel him get closer to the edge, or at least you assume so by the way the grinding of his hips into your face grows erratic, your name being the only word that still clings to his brain as he chants it like a mantra, his fingers shaking from how tightly he grips your shoulders.

Kyle makes a sound like a wounded animal when you suddenly pull off, "-no-no-nono!" He cries, hips still bucking into the air with the need to tumble over the edge of pleasure, tears staining his cheeks as he manages to force out a weak glare. "Wh- why w-gh!- why?"

"We still have to compare." Your voice is rough like you'd been gurgling shards of glass, holding him steady as you lower him enough to wrap his legs around your waist, pressing your bodies together until you're smushing him into the wall.

He doesn't complain as the sudden move has your bottom growths rubbing against one another, and only now do you realize your body is as desperate as his. "Y- ah fuck- yeah right." There's still that fire in him, but now he uses it to grip the back of your skull and mush your lips together, ignoring the taste of himself on your lips. "Just-shit mh!- move."

Kyle's heels digging into your flank makes you rock forward, grinding your cocks together. Your slick mixes together, your pubic hair sticking to his skin and tickling the sensitive flesh of his cock with every thrust. He openly moans into your mouth, licking in and around your open mouth, trying to clean off the slick staining your skin but only making a bigger mess as spit now mixes with his juices.

Kyle feels like he's burning up, like he's just a puddle of please — the pace you set is rough and your kisses are sloppy and desperate and it feels like Heaven. Gaz wraps all four limbs around you tightly yet he still gyrates his pelvis to meet yours, every nerve in your bodies feeling like a live wire as pleasure builds and builds until it's ready to spill over.

"Fuck- Kyle-" You grunt, your fingers leaving bruises on his flesh, his back sliding up and down against the tiles as you increase your pace, every brush of his flesh against yours banging on your skull. "I'm -mhm- close."

"Mh- me too-" He slurs against your lips, kissing you until both of you are gasping for air. "please-please-please-love- make us cum, plea- ah fuck!—" Kyle shouts as his orgasm finally crashes into him, toes curling and head tilting to bite your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself as he cums, hole fluttering around nothing and cock throbbing as slick runs down his thighs.

The pain and pleasure comes for you a second later, you grip him so harshly you can feel his bones groan as you cum too, your hips grinding together to prolong the mind numbing pleasure, your teeth finding his shoulder as you bite down as well.

You don't know how the Hell you're still standing by the time you come down from your high, every muscle in your body straining like you'd just went through a suicide mission. Kyle's no better, shaking like a leaf and completely boneless in your arms, panting into your neck.

You kiss the bite mark you've left on his shoulder, gently bumping your head into his to gain his attention, "Kyle?" You ask, "Are you alright?"

"Fuuuuck lovie," Kyle groans, barely able to lift his head enough to give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That was good." His fingers idly scratch your scalp, the low rasp of his fucked out voice makes your cock twitch half-heartedly but you're too worn out to get aroused again. "Remind me to blow you when I can feel my legs again."

Yeah, he's alright.

A small laugh breaks past your lips and you give him a similarly sloppy kiss. "I will." Somehow you manage to sit down on the floor, Kyle laying on top of you, as content as a spoiled cat.

"Just so you know." He whispers into your ear, his fingers slowly sliding across your sides, thumbs rubbing lazy absentminded circles into your skin. "I want a do-over of this contest." He grins, and fuck, you can't get past how handsome he looks like that. "Maybe in my room, yeah?"

You can't refuse. "Yeah."

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[hairyjocktf]

Hey bro!! I'm heading out to the beach, I just bought myself some new flip flops, and some swim shorts that I think show of my tight ass really well

I'd love to be a beach bum bro, but maybe I'm not cut out for it... maybe you can help me out a bit? Set me on the right path yknow

Totally man! Let’s get you beach body ready.

You walk out onto the beach in your new flip flops and tight swim trunks, aiming to attract some eyes today. You’ve never been the beachy type but now’s as good a time as ever right?

After walking around for a few minutes you find a nice spot to set up your towel and settle for a few hours, but as you lay out the towel something catches your eye. Something’s happening to your feet in those brand new slides. You see what looks like tiny dark hairs popping out of the top of your foot, slowly pushing out and growing longer. Those hairs quickly begin to spread though, and suddenly the tops of your feet are absolutely coated. Even your toes begin to sprout hairs, as they seem to be pushing out away from your foot, growing longer and bigger. The flood of dark hair doesn’t stop there though, as it quickly rushes up your pale legs. They darken by multiple shades as thick hairs worm their way out, growing thick and dense across your shins and up over your thighs. They tangle together as it looks like you’ve glued a rug to your lower half!

You’re frozen with panic as you watch hair continue to spread up your body. Quickly you glance around. Is anyone else seeing this? What’s happening to you? So far nobody seems to have noticed. You lay down on the towel to try and cause less suspicion as you try and figure out what to do. The guy at the store yesterday said you’d be “a real sight to see” on the beach, but this isn’t what you wanted! You feel an intense itching inside your trunks and you pull up the waistband to look. Your small bush has erupted with size, and right before your eyes thick curly hairs are pushing out of your groin, spreading out quickly. You let go and hide the pubes back under those stylish trunks, but the hair has other plans. It begins sprouting up above your waistband, quickly giving you a thick treasure trail traveling up your stomach. The trunks also begin feeling tighter than you remember, and you reach behind only to feel your ass growing in size. Those new swim shorts are getting tight and really showing off your ass… as well as your growing bulge. You can’t help but feel a little turned out watching your own body change in front of you. 

It’s not done yet though, as that hairy treasure trail reaches your pecs and explodes outward, covering you in a thick pelt of dark hair. You can barely see the skin underneath as hairs continue to sprout in between old ones, creating a truly dense rug. It even stretches up over your shoulders and you can feel the prickles of hair sprouting across your back. Your bulge only grows larger and more noticeable as the sensation of the hair growing in electrifies you. Your moderately hairy pits bush out, dark wiry hairs making themselves known even with your arms at your sides. Your forearms are similarly coated in thick fur, darkening your previously fair skin. Finally, you feel a strong itch on your jaw as a five o’clock shadow forms. It doesn’t last long though, quickly pushing out into a thick stubble and then a short beard, coating your face in a dark masculine shadow. You groan as you cum a little in your tight swim trunks, overtaken by the pleasure of turning into a full on bear. The rage you had felt at the shopowner was already gone, replaced by the need to get out and show your new fur.

Enjoy your day at the beach!

#male tf #hairy tf #hairy #hairy chest #hairy pits #beard #hair growth #my writing

[gildedkrone]

KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

The house is quiet; Luna had slinked off somewhere in the house and a cat shaped blur of white in the yard under the afternoon sun is your answer.

Johnny is splayed across the couch in a slumbering man—one arm across his torso with the other resting beside his head on a cushion. Today, he opted for a small white singlet ending above his navel as it showcased his abs and a v-line disappearing into a pair of military-issued olive briefs.

The happy trail disappearing into his briefs is tantalising, to say the least. With each shift of his body, the briefs only seemed to slide lower until the bush peeks through the waistband and the tight garment holds onto the bulge in fear of sliding right off.

What a fucking tease to wear clothes from basic training which no longer fit his more muscled body. He’s sleeping now, and the conversation from a week ago rears its head.

“Whit if ye made me cum whin I was sleeping?” You almost choked on your food when the words slipped through his mouth full of meal.

“What?” And he’s appearing all innocent and what not.

“Dinnae yi'll waant tae fin' oot?”

“I don’t understand you, dummy.”

“Aw, c’mon bonnie, don’t you want to find out?”

The truth is you wanted to find out and with nothing else to do, the offer stands tempting. He is fast asleep and you fingers gently brush across his briefs. They catch on the opening in the garment and his face keeps its slack.

Fuck, were you actually going to do this?

Your hand evidently thought so and palmed him gently through the fabric amidst steady snoring. It took a while, but eventually, there is a stirring in his loins and the small garment is stretched obscenely as the bulge becomes even more pronounced. And you would be lying if this wasn’t at all arousing.

Taking pity on his tool, and not wanting to cause him any discomfort, you freed his dick through the piss hole in his slutty man briefs. The smack against your forearm by his engorged length when you let go freezes you just as Johnny makes a noise before his snores resume.

A man’s heartbeat is fluttering in motion.

Johnny is a big boy. Even somewhat hard, it’s length is more than half of your forearm. Curved slightly, for his partner’s pleasure and in a slightly darker shade above a neat bush adorning, according to Johnny, his favourite body part. Your tongue gently brushes against the bulbous head and pretty pink lips part in response to your tongue snaking all the way down to the base of his dick. You keep an eye on him throughout and noted the small twitching of his lips whenever your tongue ran over the thick throbbing vein spanning his entire dick.

Johnny has a dislike for jerking off in the military and given his last orgasm was probably two weeks ago, it’s no wonder Johnny is pent up to some degree. You taste his salty pre and the skilled tongue pulls the first of many moans from his guttural throat.

A man’s heartbeat is living in motion.

His length rests on his thigh and your nose inhales the musk of his groin—manly and reeking of ball sweat since Johnny’s a man who ran hot—and your tongue finds purchase on the plump sack below the main attraction. His soft breaths turn into a whine as a finger trace the individual testes while his fingers curl and unfurl.

Thirst.

Thirst is what you feel when you rolled his balls across your tongue to engulf his prized possessions in wet heat. His dick has risen to full mast—an angry and reddish head leaks copious amounts of pre onto his thigh and dully throbbing, it’s indicative of the stress wracking his body. As his partner, you are duty bound to … relieve him of the tension. Empty his balls so he can have a better sleep.

So you redouble your efforts on his very sensitive sack and Johnny makes all sorts of noises—whines, moan, groans, and whimpers as he twists and turns in his sleep. His head rolls over and his arms jerks in time with his lascivious thighs. You made sure to leave his dick alone and focus the assault on his scrotum. He shivers and your nose is pressed further into his bush when the seam running through the middle of his scrotum is grazed by your teeth and cushioned by drool.

A quick glance up reveals the man to be erect as two nubs poke through the tight singlet. He body seizes slightly when you roll them between your fingers. While keeping his nuts occupied, to your pleasure, he mutters more and drool seeps onto the cushion from the rolling of his head. His face reflects what he’s feeling with lips nicely parted while his body subconsciously squirms under your palm and tongue.

A man’s heartbeat is resonance in motion.

“mmrow … please … mmow …”

It’s been slightly over fifteen minutes since you began; the rippling of his toned abs accompanies the jerky flexing of his feet. Johnny is still under the influence of slumber and pure innocence on man known for military violence is a scarlet fire of temptation beckoning you to service him. You smear his pre across his balls and the ignored shaft occasionally moves with the contraction of his groin muscles and lifts strings of pre into the air. It’s a tantalizing sight to behold as his face furrows as if in deep concentration—the narrowing of his eyebrows and tightness in his cheeks even as he continues to verbalise how good he feels in his dreams.

It's time to bring him home. A man in pleasure is vulnerable man indeed—and Johnny’s about to find out why. Your tongue rolls his nuts between teeth as a hand cups his sack while another plays with his nipples. A little pain does the trick and you give his testicles a squeeze in sharp contrast together with a deep hum vibrating through his entire groin and your eyes slide over to his neglected dick.

Johnny nearly shouts; his hands fists above his chest and his knees jerks and misses your face by inches while he blearily calls your name in confusion. His abdomen contracts hard and his dick jumps slightly before white leaks out of the piss slit.

“Loue … whit's … gaun oan mmph!”

His eyes are laced with sleep in a slightly raised head. Blurry eyes spot you nestled between his legs and mouthing on his balls as his mind starts to piece together what’s happening. His hips shake in place; without a hand on his dick he is confused where the pleasure is and where to direct his hips as toes curl with how euphoric his genitals feel. More awake, much louder gasp and expletives escapes his throat as he grips your head and pulls it deeper into his pelvis.

A man’s heartbeat is satiation in motion.

A thick stream of cum runs off the side of his thighs onto the couch. You lather your fingers in them before crawling forward to shove them into his mouth. His waking mind registers your fingers and starts sucking while excess cum pools on his thighs. He chuckles and wraps an arm around your torso.

“Hell's bells that's a hell o' a wey tae wake up loue.”

“I don’t speak Scottish, shit for hair.” To be fair, that does make it easier to tug his head.

“This’ a hell of a wake up routine, love and yer said you loved mah mohawk last week!”

“Bet you had a good dream huh?” He describes a fog in his mind slowly invading his loins with heat and itch. Waking to you with a mouth stuffed by his junk was the tipping point—his eager dick packs disobedience and comes hands free. You earn a contented moan when you roughly palm his spent dick as he pulls you in for tight embrace.

“Johnny, unhand me.” You push against him arms which have come to cage you in as he shakes his head. He chuffs and nestles his dick between your thighs.

“A'm still sleepy. A bit mair, love.”

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[lynnsadventur]

Teens Daughters BF cums over

face reddened, veins visible at his temples, eyes closed, and teeth clenched as Vinny grunted, releasing a load of sperm onto a picture of an 18 year old vixen in the pages of the "Barely Legal" magazine that lay in front of him on his bedroom floor. The 58-year-old man lay back on his bed to catch his breath. He finally felt somewhat relaxed. His wife Anne and daughter Marie had left town for a week to visit Anne's parents leaving the undersexed Vinny some privacy for a change. Not only was Anne growing more and more frigid as she grew older, but her schedule was consistent with her husband's leaving him little time to even gratify himself in his own home. The stocky built, muscular man reflected for a moment as his head rested upon his pillow. When he met Anne the two of them shared a vibrant sex life. She was a hot bodied, mammoth chested, golden haired prize when they began dating.

"How has it gotten to this point?" wondered Vinny to himself. He now looked forward to showering every day because that, at the very least, left him with his one daily opportunity to stroke his deprived cock. "Well, no sense wasting my time thinking about it," Vinny told himself, "I'm just gonna concentrate on enjoying the privacy I have this week." The moment Anne and Marie pulled out of the driveway that morning Vinny was on his way to pick up a few magazines to entertain himself with. Anne was quite disapproving of them, so his opportunities to peruse the pages, enjoying the pictures of the sexy, young women gracing the pages were few and far between. He was especially excited to look at the teenaged girls in the "Barely Legal" magazine.

Younger women, admittedly, were Vinny's weakness. Both he and Anne were high school teachers and on may occasions he had difficulty keeping his eyes off some of his female students, not to mention some of Marie's friends. Marie, who was 16 seemingly had an endless string of teenaged friends at their house swimming every day of the summer. Vinny often found himself peering out the window at the girls when Anne wasn't around. He felt bad doing so, but he just couldn't help himself. "Plus," he thought, "there's no harm in looking and I would never even think of touching any of them."

As he began flipping through the pages of the magazine again, looking at the pictures of the exposed young pussies, his mind began to drift once again to Marie's friends. "I wonder if this is what their pussies look like?" he wondered. As the faces and bodies of her teenaged friends drifted through his mind he scanned a picture in front of him of an 18 year old blonde's pink pussy lips with the soft blonde hair of her pubic bush surrounding it. He began to feel a stirring in his groin again. All of a sudden he was awoken from his lusty thoughts by the sound of the doorbell downstairs. "Shit!" he exclaimed in an annoyed tone, "Who the hell can that be?" He finally had some valuable time to himself and he was already being interrupted. He quickly closed the magazine and shoved it under his bed. He stormed down the stairs and angrily swung open the door.

"Hey Mr. B!" It was his daughter's close friend Ilana. Vinny's mood quickly changed from angered to cheerful. Ilana was one of his daughter's more attractive friends. But he wondered why she was here now. She had to have known that Marie would be away for the week.

"Oh, hi Ilana! Nice to see you. What brings you here today? You know that Marie is gone for the week don't you?" he questioned with a warm smile.

"Oh yeah, I knew that." She chirped with a smile of her thin pink lips, "But she and Mrs. B told me last week that if I wanted to come over at all this week to use the pool I had their permission. Is that okay with you?" Her gorgeous, large, soft, blue eyes stared up at him. Vinny examined her eyes and the soft, flawless skin on her face.

"Yeah that's fine with me! C'mon in!" he said, dirty thoughts creeping into his mind. The 16-year-old girl was dressed in a pair of short, khaki, cotton shorts and a powder blue colored tank top, showing just a hint of cleavage. "You can get changed upstairs in Marie's room if you'd like." he suggested.

"Oh, thank you!" she said excitedly. She smiled at Vinny and their eyes locked onto each other's for a fleeting moment before she headed up the stairs. She wore no make up and didn't need any either. She was naturally beautiful. Vinny followed her up the stairs. He had the excuse that he was following her upstairs to be polite, but he knew that the truth of the matter was that he wanted to glimpse up the girl's shorts if possible as she climbed the stairs ahead of him. She entered the room to change, closing the door behind her. Vinny, meanwhile, retreated to his room to make sure that his magazine was adequately hidden from view. A few minutes later Ilana emerged from the room. She was clad in a one-piece navy blue bathing suit. It was a modest suit, with a high neckline. Nothing revealing about it. But Vinny still reveled in the sight of the girl's teenaged body clad in the tight bathing suit. "Are you going to come outside and go in the pool too?" she inquired innocently.

"Yeah, I don't see why not." he answered, "But I still have to change and do a few things inside first. I'll be out in about 15 minutes." He smiled warmly at her as his eyes quickly and lustily examined her shapely body.

"Cool!" she said joyfully and bounced down the stairs. Vinny waited, heard the door to the backyard open, then close and he quickly entered his daughter's bedroom. He made his way over to the window and peered outside, watching as Ilana sat in a chair and applied sunscreen to her short yet slender legs. As he glared lustily at the young girl he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Piled on his daughter's bed were the clothes that Ilana had just changed out of. He went over and carefully sorted through them. He lifted up her bra first. He held it to his nose, picking up the scent of perfume that she must've applied this morning. It was a lacey, white bra. It was simple enough, yet incredibly sexy to Vinny. The handsome 1

58-year-old man examined the tag. "34B" it read. He had suspected that her breasts were B cups. He had spent much time this past summer examining her perky young tits through her bathing suits, along with the other friends who Marie had over.

A few moments later he carefully put the bra back on the bed in it's original position and then proceeded to examine the crown jewel of his findings. He lifted up the skimpy pair of high cut, purple satin, bikini panties that rested on the bed. As he made his way back over to the window he lifted the panties to his nose. He inhaled and lustily reveled in the strong musky odor that the crotch of her panties gave off. As he did this he peered through the blinds as Ilana was wading into the pool, going no further than knee deep on the pool's steps. Vinny continued to sniff the panties, also sucking lightly on the crotch, which he had discovered, were slightly moist already. He then adjusted them to sniff the full back of the panties, which covered Ilana's butt. They were virtually odorless. Vinny smiled knowing that she must have a nice tight, clean anus. As he watched Ilana step back out of the pool and make her way back to the lounge chair he decided it was time to change into his own swimming suit and join her outside. A few minutes later he emerged from the house to the delight of the young woman.

"I was beginning to wonder where you were!" she said with a playful smile. Vinny sat down next to her.

"Sorry I took so long." He told her. "Just had a few things to tend to inside."

"Oh don't worry about it! I was only kidding" she said, still smiling at him. "I'm glad you're out here now. I think I'll enjoy your company." Vinny smiled and thanked her for the compliment. They continued to make small talk for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries and compliments. All the while their eyes examined each other's bodies and played flirtatiously with each other. After a little while Ilana asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure." answered Vinny.

"I couldn't reach around to put sunscreen on my back and I don't think I did a very thorough job on the back of my thighs. Do you think you could put it on those areas for me?" Vinny felt his knees go weak and was glad that he was seated when she asked.

"Ummm, well, yeah, sure, I guess." he stammered. She thanked him then got up and sat at the bottom of his lounge chair in front of him with her back towards him.

"You can start with my back." she informed him. Vinny took the sunscreen tube, squeezed a little into his hands, rubbing them together and began to apply it to her back. The one-piece bathing suit she was wearing was open in the back leaving a great deal of her exposed to the sun. He savored the feeling of her smooth skin and slightly muscular back as he applied the sunscreen. She had very fair skin that was slightly pink from the vast amount of time she spent in the sun throughout the summer, but she, by no stretch of the imagination, was tan. As he rubbed the lotion into her back he had to push aside her long, loosely curled, golden colored hair that normally cascaded over halfway down her back. It looked absolutely magnificent with the sun shining on it on this hot July day.

After applying the lotion to her back Vinny had Ilana stand up so that he could do the back of her thighs. His hands trembled as he squeezed more lotion into the palm of his rough, masculine hands. She was standing in front of him, with her back towards him, and her lovely behind a mere foot from his face. He slowly began applying the lotion just above her knees, gradually moving up her thighs. He stared ahead, almost in a trance like state at her covered ass, which jiggled ever so slightly as he rubbed her upper thighs. He smiled thinking about the conclusion he reached concerning her clean anus only a short time earlier as he sniffed her panties. He desperately wanted to taste her young asshole right now. But he kept his senses and finished applying the sunscreen. "Thank you," she said, "you're quite good at that! It felt nice. I'll have to have you do that more often!" she said playfully. Vinny thought he noticed a somewhat naughty, lusty look in her eyes as she spoke to him, but he brushed it off as his dirty mind digging for a reason to touch this girl in ways he shouldn't.

They continued to chat with each other throughout the course of the afternoon, growing more and more flirtatious with each other as they went. At about 3:00 Ilana informed Vinny that she'd have to get going. Vinny was disappointed. He had been enjoying the girl's company along with the obvious lustful thoughts that went along with it. His examining of her body had become more blatant and he even caught her looking at his crotch and muscular chest a number of times. Their afternoon together had stirred an unbelievable thirst for sex in him and he knew he somehow needed it quenched. As she got up to go inside and changed Vinny noticed her erect nipples seemingly ready to burst free from her bathing suit, cutting through the air in front of her.

He got up with her and followed her upstairs, his eyes fixated on her ass the entire time. As they got to the top of the stairs she went into Marie's room to change and Vinny went to his own room to change. As he dropped his bathing suit and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts he thought of the magazine under his bed. He thought of the young pussies on the pages of that magazine and then thought once again about Ilana. He was dying to see her pussy. Dying to see her bare breasted, to lick her nipples, to kiss her sweet lips, to make love to her like he had been thinking of all afternoon. He knew that she had been checking him out all afternoon. He was sure that he wasn't mistaken about that. He'd never have another chance like this, especially not when Anne returned home. It'd be back to jerking off in the shower like usual. He had to act. He had to have Ilana and he decided nothing would stand in his way of having her.

Dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts he made his way to Marie's bedroom. "No sense in knocking," he thought, "better to just walk right in." With that thought he swung the door open. Ilana, who was standing with her back to the door while she changed, wearing only those purple satin panties, turned around quickly. She was surprised, not knowing what was going on. She stood still and faced Vinny. Her bare, young breasts hung freely in front of her. Vinny stared at the small, hard, erect, pink nipples that sat so magnificently atop those breasts.

"What's going on?" she asked calmly. Vinny didn't answer her. He didn't need to. They both knew what was happening. He walked towards her and as he got to her reached out one of his rough hands and gently placed it on her supple young breast. She closed her eyes as he rolled her nipple between his fingers then bent forward and kissed her on the lips. As she kissed him back he reached around with his free hand, grabbed her fabulous ass and pulled her towards him.

They became lost in a sea of passion and lust. As he kissed her deeply he crudely groped and fondled her soft ass. His hard cock was poking out of his boxers against the young girl's thin, yet undefined stomach. He forcefully pushed her onto her back on his daughter's bed. He helped her wiggle out of her panties and as they dropped to the floor he paused to take in the amazing sight in front of him. As she laid innocently on the bed her legs were spread open for him revealing a beautiful pussy. Her thin outer lips looked somewhat swollen and were protruding just a bit as her inner lips, glazed with her pussy juice, seemed to be jumping out ready to pull him in. Just above her cunt was a fairly small patch of surprisingly dark, thick pubic hair. She shaved her bikini lines and the contrast of her white skin with the dark hair looked amazing. Vinny seemed almost lost as he took in the fabulous sight before her girlish voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Please eat my pussy Mr. B." she said quietly, almost timidly. Vinny quickly thrust his head between her thighs and began to explore her cunt with his tongue. She tasted incredible and he savored the strong, musky scent that he had early sniffed from her panties. Never in his life had he seen such an exquisite pussy and he enjoyed eating every bit of it. She pushed her cunt against his face as he lapped away at her. "Uuuugggghhhhh! Fuck Mr. B, that feels so fucking good! Eat my pussy!" she squealed. Just then his tongue darted up to her clit that was protruding from the hood shielding it. He massaged it with the tip of his tongue, quickly sending the sexy young girl into a screaming fit of orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss!!!! FFFFFFuuccccckkkkkk!!! Uggghhhhh!!!" she screamed as she pulled her own nipples and bucked her hips.

"Mmmmmm, you have such a delicious pussy Ilana!" Vinny exclaimed just before he turned her over onto her stomach. He massaged her ass cheeks as she lay still. It was the most fabulous ass he had seen in quite some time. Soft and round, it jiggled a bit as he rubbed it, but not at all fat. He grabbed a handful of her ass in each hand as he massaged it. Then pulling her cheeks apart wide he examined her tight, pink, puckered anus. "Delicious!" he thought. Immediately he thrust his face shamelessly between her butt cheeks rimming her anus with his tongue. Ilana who had never experienced any type of anal stimulation before was moaning once again.

"Ugggghhhhh yesssss Mr. B! Lick my asshole! Lick it good! It feels so good Mr. B!" she squealed in delight. Vinny continued to lick it and suck it before thrusting his tongue into her bowel. As he did so he began to explore her pussy with one of his free fingers. Her ass was twitching as he continued to pleasure both her cunt and asshole. He had managed to open her virgin asshole up quite a bit, squeezing his tongue and later fingers into it. The 18-year-old girl was cumming like she never had experienced before. After a little more playing with her ass Vinny stood over her.

"Are you ready for some cock hun?" he asked excitedly. Ilana could only nod her head as her exhausted body lay on her best friend's bed. Her eyes widened as she watched Vinny remove his boxers. While it wasn't very long he had a very thick cock. Along with being thicker than her wrist it had veins popping out of it and looked hard as a brick. She had no idea how he was gonna fit it into her tight little pussy. She followed Vinny's directions as he instructed her to turn onto her back. She spread her legs and he crawled between them, pushing his cock head against the opening of her cunt. He began to push slowly inside of her. She felt her cunt being stretched wider than ever before. Vinny had forgotten how tight teenaged cunt could be.

After years of fucking Anne's gaping cunt Ilana's tight little snatch was a welcome change. After pushing and pushing he finally had his entire length inside of her. With her legs dangling on his shoulders he pounded away at her young pussy with reckless abandon. Her loud screams could be heard throughout the otherwise empty house and most likely beyond. "Mmmmm yes, what a tight little cunt you have baby! Do you like my fat cock in that pussy?"

"Ohhhhhh yesssss!!!!! Ohhhhh god fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt hard!" Vinny, with all of the force he could muster, drilled the teenager's drenched pussy relentlessly as she continued screaming. Then, pulling out of her, he turned onto his back and instructed her to ride him. The young girl eagerly mounted his thick cock and began to ride him. She dug her fingers into his chest as her hips began swiveling back and forth as she humped him. As she rode his prick he held her hips, blasting his cock up into her tight cunny. Her hips in constant motion, her gorgeous golden hair covering her beautiful face, she grabbed her nipples, pulling and twisting as she reached yet another orgasm as he pump robes of hot cum into her tight teen cunt before crashing limply to the bed, complete and utterly exhausted.

"Now for the best part!" thought Vinny. As Ilana lay on her stomach Vinny stood up behind her. "Get on your knees and stick that ass up here!" he commanded her. The suddenly slutty teen seemed to know exactly what was coming.

"Oh yes Mr. B, put it in my ass! PLEASE!" After fingering her ass a little more to loosen it up Vinny placed his cock head at the young girl's anal rim. "UUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she moaned as Vinny slowly pushed it into her. She was in a bit of pain but was able to look past that at the immense pleasure her best friend's dad was giving her by putting his thick cock into her butt hole. Her moans grew louder as he plunged deeper into her bowel. Her tight asshole wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock, seemingly sucking it in deeper. He began pounding in and out harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Pulling the girls hair, slapping her ass as he went.

"Mmmmmm, oh yesssss Ilana, your ass loves my cock doesn't it!" he grunted, "Take it all bitch, take that fat cock in your ass you little whore!" He drilled her ass with everything he had as the teenager, experiencing yet another orgasm, started to pass out. At the same time Vinny felt his cock exploding into her anus, filling it with his thick, creamy, cum. He collapsed on top of her the two of them on a semi-conscious level, lying motionless together. Just before falling into a deep sleep a very exciting thought crossed Vinny's mind…he'd have the house all to himself for the rest of the week to fuck his newfound whore as much as he'd like.

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[kaisers-house-of-desires]

I decided to write a little something that was a little...self indulgent~

Should you want more of my own personal desires in your writing, just request the House Special in your message~

Title: Mostro’s New Toy

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, m!Reader

Contains: dark themes(dubcon, kidnapping), contractual agreement, bondage, blindfolds, mouth covering/gag, free use kink

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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It had been a week since your end of the bargain was fulfilled. Though you had no magic for payment, Azul had stated he would figure something out and not to worry about it, so after meeting your end of the deal, you were starting to get fidgety when a week had passed and yet nothing had happened yet.

You were rushing to your next class, cursing yourself for being late because of Grim’s antics and for looking away from him for a moment. You started to cut across the courtyard when an arm grabbed you from the bushes. You were about to scream for help when a white gloved hand silenced you. More specifically, it was the duct tape under the hand that kept you quiet, allowing your attacker to hold you firmly in two arms.

“Eaaasy, Shrimpy. No need to get loud~”

The nickname and voice was more than enough to at least solve the question of who was doing this. You muffled out his name, any struggling soon subsiding knowing you weren’t in any actual danger.

Though you couldn’t see, Floyd was giving a dopey grin. “Just here collecting some debt. Azul’s order’s. Time to pay up~”

Retrieving a bottle from his pocket, he shattered it against the ground, pieces flying as smoke surrounded you two, teleporting you back to Octavinelle.

———

Floyd stood with you still in his arms, the two of you now present in front of the Mostro’s manager, Azul in his VIP room. Jade stood beside him, as though ready to act if necessary.

“Terribly sorry for the scare,” Azul started, speaking from behind interlocked fingers, “but you see I’ve figured out the payment I desire from you.”

You tried to speak, but the tape remained firmly in place, only muffling your speech. Azul merely carried on, as if you weren’t trying to object.

“Oh no need to worry about it! Truly, this is the best thing you could give! Jade? If you’d please.”

“Yes, sir.” Jade began to step over to Floyd, the two of them giving the other a look that seemed to be one that only twins could understand. He opened his jacket, retrieving a bundle of deep green rope that was concealed in an inner pocket. Floyd spun you around, holding onto your shoulders and looking down at you with a threatening gaze and speaking in a serious, menacing tone.

“I’d stay still if I were you, unless you want to be squeezed.” It was that look that screamed “try it”. If you moved, be it trying to run off or even just a muscle, you knew it wouldn’t end well. Jade then grabbed your arms, pressing your wrists together and wrapping the surprisingly soft rope around them. He tied them off in a way that didn’t hurt but kept your wrists firmly together, effectively now leaving you at the mercy of the tweels before you.

“I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, but I’ll tell you anyway, out of the kindness of my heart.” As Azul spoke, a strip of cloth covered your eyes. You were now blind, mute, and unable to fend for yourself in anyway. “I’ve decided your body will be perfect payment. I’ll have you situated in a way where patrons can come in, and use you the way they see fit. The blindfold is for confidentiality, of course, and the tape? Well that’s just for show. If they want to take it off they can~”

You’d be lying if you tried to object. The idea sent a heat straight to your groin, and you could feel a pressure at the zipper of your jeans as you hummed softly.

The brothers were already working on you, leading you into a new spot before pushing you down to your knees. The positioned you like a doll, spreading your legs open before unbuttoning your pants to reveal a partially hard, boxer covered phallus.

“Heeeeeyyy~ Little Shrimpy here is already enjoying himself~ You get off to the idea of this~?”

Hearing it out loud, especially from Floyd, only embarrassed you, and you shook your head to deny it.

“Such a thing is hard to deny when the evidence is right there, (y/n).” Jade’s voice sounded like velvet, smooth and calm. “It’s clear you’re quite aroused by this. There is no shame in admitting it.”

You shook your head with a small “mm-mm”, denying it, but deep down, you knew that lie wouldn’t last long, as Jade was right.

“Now boys,” Azul’s footsteps thudded against your ears as you heard him walk over. “I think we should find out if our new attraction is ready for the guests. What do you think?”

“Oh I get first dibs on Shrimpy?! I wanna test him out!” Floyd sounded all too excited by the idea, and you were already wondering what someone like him would do.

“Mmmm!” You let out an uncontrollable whine, but it went ignored.

“Oh please, Floyd. You’ll ruin our new toy before he even has a chance.” A small laugh laced Jade’s voice. “What if we tested him out together?”

“Wonderful idea!” Azul was more than willing to allow such a thing, his footsteps starting to soften as he stepped to the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. Try not to break our new plaything before I get back.”

“Yes, sir./Yeah, boss!”

The door opened and closed, and you were now alone with the brothers. Thought you couldn’t see them, you could feel their predatory gazes on you before their hands made first contact.

This…will be exciting…~ ❤️

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[supercap2319]

Tyler Lockwood gives you a naked chance under the fool moon and when he catches you…

Y/N ran through the forest, the leaves and twigs crunching underneath his shoes as he tried to get away from the thing that was chasing him. It was mean. It was close. And it was hungry. The other side of the woods was a good few yards away from where he was. There was no way he'd make it in time to escape the big bad wolf's teeth.

The wind echoed through the trees, almost as if we were mocking and laughing at Y/N's demise at the hands of a feral werewolf. He decided to take a chance, since he had no other choice and ran as fast as he could towards the safety of civilization. Slamming through bushes and branches as he heard growls behind him and the werewolf was so close now, that Y/N could feel its mouth on his neck now.

He was almost there. Just a little bit more. He was...

The sudden weight pushed Y/N to the floor as he was knocked down and on his back as teeth snapped at his face and he tried not to scream or whimper as the wolf's cold yellow eyes looked down at him. It licked its chops as Y/N closed his eyes and waited for the sweet release of death.

A deep throat chuckle rang in his ears as he opened his eyes to see his boyfriend, Tyler Lockwood smiling down at him. "Gotcha!" He was naked and his groin was pressing against Y/N's jean covered one. This was like a roleplay game for them. Tyler would get so turned on by chasing Y/N like a helpless victim through the forest as a werewolf. It was weird, but God was it hot. Tyler could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it, and he knew Y/N was thinking about it too.

"Alright, Ty, you got me. Now claim your prize and fuck me."

Tyler smirked and started to remove Y/N's pants. "Oh, I will, but you know the rules. You suck, you fuck. And I'm going to suck you off and then I'm going to fuck you till you can't see straight."

Y/N chuckles. "I never think straight around you."

Tyler laughed.

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[men-tailored-creator-3]

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[artificial-transmutations]

Transformation Letter: Noah

Hello. My name is Noah and I would love transforming into anything or anyone. I'm an single 20 years old bisexual, who is annoyed by long work days as a german nurse. I would most likely describe me as the boring white boy with brown hair, brown eyes and nothing special. Would love to get out of germany.

It is way after ten in the evening after a long day of work. You are sitting in Ilkan's flat and enjoy a beer with your Turkish friend when he suddenly announces that he will have to return to Turkey soon because of family matters and there's a good chance he won't be able to get back for at least a few years.

For the last years, Ilkan has been a close friend to you, and a welcome opportunity to complain about work - the news is devastating. You even have a bit of a crush on the burly Turk, but since he is straight you kept that a secret. Of course, you can hardly say anything against him leaving, so, you just say "Tja."

You continue to sit there, sipping beer when suddenly, Ilkan appears to remember something.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I got this really strange letter today, do you know what's up with that?"

He fetches a letter from a company named "Artificial Transmutations" and shows it to you. It's just a QR code and a single line of text below it: "If you want to accept Noah's request, please install the app above."

Of course, you recognize the company - there had been an online ad and you decided to write a letter to them. Apparently, there was some kind of a raffle for a cruise or something, you didn't have a closer look at the ad back then.

"I think it's some kind of competition or draw or something where you can win a trip." You reply.

Ilkan nods and just as you are about to go on about data privacy, he has already scanned the code and started the download. Ilkan is refreshingly carefree with all of that.

The app installs quickly, and you are both looking at Ilkan's phone. Besides the logo, there is just a single green button labelled "Claim".

"So, does this mean you have won?" Ilkan asks.

"I don't know. Go on and press the button!" You answer, wondering why Ilkan has gotten the reply letter and not you. You are pretty sure you didn't mention your friend in your letter.

As soon as Ilkan taps the button, you feel very strange all of a sudden. Your dick grows stiff and strains against your jeans, flooding your system with arousal. You absolutely cannot think straight as you look at Ilkan, who is sitting next to you on the couch, legs spread slightly as usual.

Without further comment, you reach over and undo Ilkan's fly and greedily pull down his boxer shorts to expose his ample, but soft cock.

Ilkan is way too surprised of your sudden action to react and just starts to say: "Noah, what ahhhh..."

You interrupt him by closing your mouth around his soft cock, breathing in the sweaty groin and tasting the flavor of his unwashed dick, with all the traces of piss, sweat and dirt that have gathered during the day.

Almost immediately, you feel his hand at the back of your head, but to your big surprise, Ilkan doesn't pull you from his groin. Instead, he pushes you further in, with quite some force actually. Your nose is being pressed into his untrimmed bush of pubic hair, intensifying the manly smell even more as his hairs tickle your face. You cannot see anything since your face is in Ilkan’s groin, but you feel two things: First, Ilkan's cock is slowly raising and second, Ilkan stands up while still having his hand on the back of your head and positions himself right in front of you.

Your arms explore his big hairy legs that are spread widely in front of you, and you pull down his jeans and boxers for good. There is a slight movement as Ilkan steps out of them, all the while your tongue is busy teasing his cock.

Ilkan increases the pressure once more, and for a moment, your nose almost hurts since it is pressed into his groin with so much force. That passes quickly however, and you feel your face jumping forward a few centimeters more. It is like your nose has been flattened against his groin, but you didn't feel pain or hear a noise that would indicate it being broken.

Your mouth is full with Ilkan's increasingly erect cock now and he is bucking his hips lightly into your mouth. You hug his hips with your arm in order to press yourself even further to Ilkan, who now uses the hand on your head to face-fuck you, slamming your face into his sweaty privates with more and more force.

You don't even use your tongue even more - Your mouth is more like a pouch now, a place for his dick to be in, as your head becomes thinner and thinner - and more fabric like with every thrust. Your hands have fused behind his back and turned to an elastic rubber band, fixing yourself to his waist.

Suddenly, Ilkan closes his hand and warps your face - or what's left of it, around his erection. He grips his cock through your fabric face and begins to jerk himself off, warping your pouch that seems to be almost all that is left of you in the shape of his ample erection.

Finally, he cums a thick load of cum into you, which you absorb quietly as the jockstrap that you are now.

"Phew. I didn't know that was what you wanted Noah...". He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Although I suppose I shouldn't call you that any longer. You're just a jockstrap after all, and I'm gonna treat you like the thing you are, my possession."

You feel a warm feeling of agreement as your owner acknowledges your inferiority. Soon you're going to leave Germany wrapped around your best friends junk. You don't have to worry about your job anymore and you couldn't be happier.

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#TransformationLetter #inanimate transformation

[hedwig221b]

oh my god! 🤩 trick or treat!! 👻🖤

I recall you were ok with mpreg (?). If not, send me another ask I'll give you non-abo 👀 🖤

Light chilly wind tickled the pages of the book that the omega held on his knees, and whined pitifully after failed attempts to capture his attention. Bundled up in black leather, scratchy wool and furs, Stiles watched a couple of birds stealing bits of frozen fat from the feeder, yet his mind was far away. A tender smile kept tugging the corner of his mouth up.

They were going to have a baby.

Stiles closed his eyes and huffed at the silly grin that took over his lips. He’d been like that for days now, feeling like he could float above the ground and dance with the snowflakes from how happy and light he felt.

He always thought that pregnancy would be a dark time for him. Looming death aside, he worried that he wouldn’t want a child from someone he despised, would break at the thought of another being living inside him. Yet, with Derek…

Stiles’ heart fluttered, as he traced the black droplets of words on the page.

Derek.

His precious face after he learned about the babe was still fresh in Stiles’ mind. His eyes were wide in fear, his closed mouth tight in awe and disbelief. When Derek told him what beautiful sound had just reached his ears, Stiles grinned and laughed, and swept his alpha in a victorious embrace. He didn’t say a word about the glistening of Derek’s eyes, how tight the alpha held him, or how he kept choking on words of love and gratuitousness.

Their little heaven, that’s what it was.

Oh, they would be so joyous, the three of them! They would—

Stiles frowned. He blinked the world back into his mind and inclined his head.

Someone was breathing heavily.

The omega turned his head this way and that yet saw no one. He was hiding from curious people in the gardens, just a touch inside of the crusted walls of the pine labyrinth. Stiles only dared to go far when Derek was beside him.

Someone stifled a moan.

With his heart slamming on his ribs, Stiles stood up, and looked closely into the needly teal blue bushes, but—

Stiles went still.

A man, broad and red in the face, stood hidden behind the bald spot in the wall. He was noble, from the looks of his clothes. His intense, half-lidded gaze was set on Stiles, as he took quick inhales. One of his hands was down near his groin, and he was—

Stiles shut his half-opened mouth, fighting the stomach bile that rose in his throat, swiveled around and ran.

It felt like, all of a sudden, he was covered in slimy dirt, gobbled up by the deepest moor with no way out.

The thin cover of snow crunched under his feet, and his breathing trailed after him like a cloud. The pikes of the castle towers sliced the grey sky above him. He needed to get inside. Away from… from…

His appeal would haunt him forever, Stiles realized, and even marriage wasn’t able to guarantee him peace. They smiled at him, while their gazes trailed across his body; they said nice things, yet who knew what was on their minds?

No wonder no one dared to speak to him in Derek’s presence. The wolf would’ve sniffed the lies out.

He would never go outside alone again. Fuck this. He would whine and tease, but he would drag Derek out of his boring meetings to have a stroll without men watching him and—

Stiles let out a sharp shout as someone caught his wrist.

“Don’t tell him,” a deep but pleading voice uttered.

Stiles inhaled sharply at the sight of the same man, then quickly broke out of his hold and stepped back.

“Don’t you touch me,” his voice trembled from anger and disgust.

The man’s face was red from the cold. His small brown eyes hooked onto Stiles’ face, with an animal fear trashing in them.

“He’ll kill me,” he exclaimed, following after Stiles. “Please, I— I haven’t even done anything—”

“You did enough,” Stiles bared his teeth, walking backward.

The man’s face went white. He lifted his hands, ready to fold them in prayer. “You cannot blame me for your beauty. You’re a curse to us all. You don’t even know how many of us you—” he stuttered, noticing something behind Stiles, then let out a scream and took off running.

Stiles didn’t even have time to turn, as a dozen warrior wolves swept past him in pursuit. Cold air burned his throat, as he stared at the inevitable. They would catch him. That man wasn’t—

He let out a scream, as someone grabbed his shoulders, and dropped his book. His heart stuttered as he saw who it was.

“What did he do?” Derek snarled, looking over Stiles’ face.

The wolf caught him, as Stiles sagged against him. Pushing his face into Derek’s chest, Stiles gulped greedily, grounding himself in the safety of his scent. His hands clutched at the lapels of the wolf’s big coat.

Derek pulled him close with his arms sliding across his back. “Tell me.”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the sour burning in his throat. “Nothing, he… He watched me and…”

“And?”

“Pleasured himself.”

Derek’s silence covered Stiles’ skin in goosebumps.

He didn’t want to look, but as the screaming got louder, as the excited yips and growls grew closer, Stiles turned his head and nearly flinched.

The wolves dropped the blood-covered pale man at their feet and stepped back. He didn’t try to run again, instead shaking uncontrollably and pleading for something.

Derek took Stiles’ chin and turned his head to look into his eyes.

His irises were burning fire.

“I want you to watch.”

It was an order, the one that Stiles found himself immediately nodding over. Derek wanted to show him something. So he would.

A strange calmness settled over him, as Derek’s hands left him. Stiles watched in detachment as Derek walked over slowly to the cowering man and inclined his head.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked in what seemed like a normal voice. Yet, his eyes still burned.

The man sniffled. “N-no.”

Derek smirked. “Liar.”

He began circling the man with measured steps, his hands locked behind his back.

“You think I don’t know the feeling?” he asked. “I know how my mate looks. How he smells. Can you smell him?”

“No, no, please…” the man slobbered over himself, shaking his head.

“Right, you can’t. You’re human.” Suddenly, he turned his head towards the wolves. “But you can.”

Stiles had never seen the warrior wolves this still. Some whined, some stood frozen with their ears flattened and backs hunched, pressed down by the force of submission.

The winds picked up.

“I know how it feels to look at him,” Derek continued, pinning a dozen wolves with one stare. “I am no different to you in that desire. He’s divine, isn’t he?” Derek met Stiles’ wide gaze and smiled coldly, before turning back. “All of you want him in your bed — or, anywhere, really. I hear what you whisper amongst yourselves, I see where your gaze falls.”

The nobleman made a pathetic sight. He seemed to stop listening to his leader, and just pleaded, shaking his head and rocking back and forth. The wolves stood frozen.

Derek put his foot under the man’s chin and lifted it from the ground, before catching his face in his hands. Long claws pierced through his cheeks, forcing a wail out of the damned soul.

Stiles shivered but continued watching.

“My mate is irresistible, yet my wolves learned to resist,” Derek murmured, studying the man’s snot-covered face. “I don’t think you would.”

“No! Have mercy! I will resist, I would never look at him anymore—”

Derek smiled. “Of that I am sure.”

He cupped the man’s cheeks, put the tips of his claws against the man’s eyes and pushed.

This, Stiles couldn’t bear. He closed his eyes and turned away, but the blood-curdling scream still reached his ears.

And it didn’t stop.

Stiles could barely hear Derek’s “Make his death slow, else you’ll suffer the same fate.” to his wolves over the wailing. This time, when the alpha took him by the shoulders, he didn’t flinch.

“Let’s go have a bath,” Derek muttered to him, his voice gentle as always. “You must be cold…”

Stiles laid his hand over Derek’s and held it, seeking reassurance in the slick hot bloodied skin.

“Join me?” he asked quietly, barely heard over the sound of tearing flesh and sharp cries.

“If I ever refuse, consider me dead.”

#sterek #sterek fic #my fics #stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterek #hedwig221b replies #ask game #mpreg

[cloudythoughtss]

Best Friends?

Neteyam and readers relationship changes for the better.

Warnings: Smut, teasing, slight degradation, oral (f receiving). Neteyam and reader are both 18. (This will be a mini series).

Pairings: Neteyam x F(reader). Loak x Tsireya.

You had known the Sully family your whole life. You are the same as age Neteyam and your parents were lifelong friends with Jake and Neytiri. You did not have siblings of your own but you were extremely close with Kiri, Loak and Tuk and saw them as your brothers and sisters.

Neteyam and you were close as kids and now you were each others best friends, your parents often making jokes about you being each others unmated mates. You always had a thing for Neteyam, you could talk to him about anything and you loved seeing how protective he was over his family. But with that he was always stressed but you helped with flying with your Ikrans or riding the Ilus.

You challenged him to a race with your Ilus which caused the both of you to become slightly stranded in the middle of the reef. “My Ewya” you hear him mumble as his brows furrowed and you look at him “teyam calm down we will be fine, we are not that far away, I know someone will come out looking for us” you reassure and you can see his muscular shoulders relax. You glance around and see a tiny beach, “come teyam” you point and he follows behind you. The both of you dismount your Ilus and walk on the sand, you take a seat closer to the water so you could feel the cool waves soak your feet.

He takes a seat next to you and laid on his back, his thigh brushing yours. You watch the contact and your cheeks flustered slightly, thanking ewya he didn’t notice. The older you got, the harder it was to contain your feelings both physical and emotional. The both of you had kissed before when you were little and horny teenagers but never went anything beyond that. Your eyes examine him, you stare at his lips before your eyes move down and you watch his muscles and veins twitch on his arms and legs causing heat to pool between your legs. “I can feel you watching me” he smirks and you roll your eyes “in your dreams, forest boy” he just laughs and sits up so now both his knees are touching yours.

You know It’s not that bad being stranded with you” he teases and you lightly punch his chest, he grabs your wrist and smirks again “are you really going to hit your future warrior like that?” And your cheeks were now fully flustered. “I think your brother will take that place” you bite back and you see his face fall and you laugh before you get out of his grip and run into the small jungle that was crowded with tall thick trees and bushes. You could hear him chasing you as he swore under his breath and you quietly hid behind a bright blue shrub that barely covered your whole body.

You yelped as you feel something push you over and you smile when you look up and see him staring down at you. His hands had your pinned against the soft grass and his legs were embracing your hips. “Now teyam you know you can’t stay mad at me” you smirk and he rolls his eyes but smirks again “I can’t stay mad at you but I can keep you trapped” and you feel your stomach flutter heavily. You thrash around trying to get up but you gave up shortly knowing you couldn’t defeat him. He laughs and you take the opportunity to pivot your hips up so his groin slightly rubbed against yours. You can feel him tense up.

“Not so cocky are we now?” You tease and you see his eyes darken and he tilts his head down at you which makes your mouth go dry. One of his large hands moves to grip the side of your face firmly and his eyes examine your face before he leans down and kisses you, your eyes widen but you kiss him back eagerly and wrap your arms around his neck. The both of you makeout heavily with your tongues battling for dominance, you moaned into the kiss when he wrapped your thighs around his hips tightly. He pulls away and you frown, “y/n I don’t know if I can contain myself” he grumbles and you rest your hands on his chest “teyam I want you, I’ve wanted you since we were kids” he goes quiet for a second which makes you worry.

You feel his mouth kiss the side of your neck and nibble on your ear and your breath goes uneven, your hands grip his bsck and you can feel him smirk against your skin. He bites and sucks on either side of your neck before he moves down and leaves a trail of wet kisses from your chest to your stomach. His slender fingers toy with your loincloth and he looks up at you, you nod and shivered slightly when you felt the air expose your cunt. He eyed it and your whole body went pink, you went to shut your thighs together but he prys them apart. You could feel how slick your cunt was and his fingers move down to play with it as his other hand wrapped around your throat tightly.

“I always knew you were submissive, you look good doing it, I’ll make you my submissive slut” he smirks as he hears you moan and whimper. His fingers pinched your clit and slapped it causing your legs to shake, he cooed “what does my little Y/N need?” Your eyes crossed when you felt 2 of his fingers open you and rub against your spot greedily. “Fuck teyam-m” you stuttered, and you grind your hips against his fingers not caring how desperate you looked. He slides his fingers out and shifts you so that his face his hovering over your cunt, he gives you a couple long teasing strokes with his tongue before he flattens it completely against you.

Your hands gripped his braids tightly as you moaned his name, his eyes raked over you hungrily as he watches your nipples perk up and your back arch desperately. His ears flatten against his head as he hears you moan and whine from him, he slides two of his fingers again inside you and curls them as his mouth sucks on your clit. “Fuck Neteyam” you exclaim loudly and felt your stomach tighten up, your legs start shaking “I’m gonna cum” you whimper and that eagers him to make his fingers move faster. You squirt all over his hands and his face and you hide your face embarrassingly as he sucks his fingers dry and wipes his face.

He gives you a long hard kiss and smirks down at you, “so I guess we can say we’re not just friends” and you roll your eyes and smile. He helps you get up and get dressed and you both hear voices from a distance.

“Neteyam!?” You hear Loak.

“Y/N?” You hear Tsireya.

You both shuffle out of the jungle and walk out holding hands. You see Loak on a Ilu with Tsireya behind him with her arms around his waist, she giggled seeing you hold his hand and Loak smirked “about time big bro” the both of you just smile and head back to the mainland with them.

You already knew that those two would be gossiping to everyone.

#neteyam #avatar smut #avatar imagine #neteyam x reader #cloudythoughtss

[gildedkrone]

You said I was the most exotic flower, holding me tight in our final hour 🔞

Relationships: John Price x Male Reader Synopsis: You blow John's mind through his dick. A/N: First post on Tumblr! You can find longer works on my AO3 Master List

"You feel so good for me, love."

His voice is an arrow ripping through the seas of pleasure in gleaming gold. The beard digging into your nape and his arms around your abdomen, he has you in his grasp as relentless kisses and touches glides over your bare skin. His bed is soft and large, very much befitting his rank of the captain of an elite task force.

"Stop teasing, John." It comes out more as a breathy whine and you are rewarded with a deep chuckle.

"You can take a bit of teasing, sergeant." His voice is all rumbly and deeper, all in the mood.

His hand hasn't moved in a while as thick fingers wrapped around your aching dick, the owner of which satisfied in attacking you with chaste licks and bites. The pleasure building in your core, directed by his talented and skilled hands, remained wholly unsatisfying. He chuckles at your attempts to buck into him in search of that sweet, sweet pleasure.

"Such a handful, love. Maybe I should put you on extra training next week. Have you, mhm, running laps and bloody hell—"

You won't lie, hearing his voice hitch and stutter when his dick rides into your ass gives you the thrills. It's probably red and straining and you don't need a look to know. It fits perfectly and the heat emanating from it washes over your ass in waves. You tease him a little more and lean back until his chest is against your back, knowing just how much he gets off on you being in control. He showers you with more praise and kisses.

The captain being commanded by the sergeant. Very much frowned upon in the military but John lets you know that he loves it when you are assertive.

"John, if you don't fuck me, I'm going to ask Ghost and—" Hands slapped around your mouth and muffled the rest of the sentence as a deep rumble vibrated by your neck.

"You ask him and I will make sure you won't walk straight for the next month, sweetheart."

"Is that a challenge?"

The sensation of wetness, his pre, followed by his warm dick was ever so indulgent while his hands roam your body. One of them flicks a nipple and you arch backwards into him with broken moans and subdued cries of his name. He loves this as much as you do, being the commander of your pleasure and taking full control of your pleasure.

Its his and John won't ever let anyone have a taste of this.

"Brat. Do you want to be gagged? My pretty boy, all needy and whiny during a mission?"

Oh. That, that was fucking hot and you shiver at the thought of riding his dick in the middle of an operation. Maybe in a ghillie suit and in a bush somewhere. They can see and watch, but they will never be able to taste or touch. You turn your head to look at him, barely, as more kisses assault your cheeks. The hand on your aching dick moves to your thighs and gently caresses the area there.

Ever the gentleman, making sure his partner felt just as good as he did.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

You tell him just how much you want it and he laughs again. Hands gently tug at your sides and you flip over to face him at the unspoken command. Pleasure is engrained in his eyes in golden filigrees of lust branching into something fierce and he rumbles approvingly. He shifts back on the bed and leans against the pillows and headrest while a hand comes to rest near his groin.

Suck it.

You put on a show for him. His dancer of the night, bringing him sweet and initimate sin. You crawl towards him and a flare of lust erupts from his chest at the sight of his good boy prowling like a hunter seeking prey. When close enough, you touch his thighs gently and push them apart slightly to accomodate your body. He loves it when you look at him, it makes him feel divine, he once told you. You keep your eyes on him and lower your face until it rests against his groin with your cheek against his dick. His hand ruffles your hair and his eyes gives you the command to continue.

Being a sergeant of the 141 was tough business and John only recruited the best of the best. You are determined to show him just who he selected.

His dick is just like him, large with the head glistening in pre. You slowly grab the base and lick up his engorged organ. Spitting into your hand and the sounds of rough exhales fills the room, you grip his appendange in a gentle hand and suck on it. His head falls back against the pillows and his hand gently roams over you head. You love how caring he is every time he indulges you in this and the contented sigh hopefully conveys to him how good this is to you too.

His hip thrusts against your mouth and the sounds of his grunts pick up in intensity and harshness at every movement of your damn tongue over the slit.

"Good lad, yes, fuck, yer taking it so good for me, sweets." His scouse accent slips out and it makes him all the more sexy. The Captain John Price, putty in your hands while you drowned him in a pool of gold, the strings of lust caged around his heart yours to tug and play with.

He's beautiful, and you will keep telling him that until the day you die. Which considering your career choice, isn't too far off but the fondness in his eyes and his words makes it all the more precious and worth living for. He blushed when it first happened and you were reletentless in not letting him go afterwards, teasing him all night long and into the next day.

A quake shakes his thighs and his hand cups your face. His eyes implore you answer. All good, lad? You nod and lick up the base of the bulbous head, relishing in the broken moan you pull from the man and the jump of his pelvis towards the sinful mouth around his hard dick. His groin presses against your nose and the smell of his body wash, lavender and lilac, fits him just perfectly.

You fucking adore this man.

You can tell that he is impatient. His hands are more insistent when they play with your hair; his fingertips making contact with your scalp is tingling. Fine, you were going to empty his balls but first, you want him to admit it.

You want him to beg for it. So, you come off his dick and grabbed the base of it while a single unfufilled whine slips past his iron jaw. John isn't as good as controlling himself when pleasure is brought into the stituation. He prided himself on being collected but your mouth certainly is not helping matters.

"Captain, I'm not sure what to do now." You put on your best impression of a lost, troubled soldier.

"You fuckin, shit, tease. Get on with it, sergeant."

You bring your mouth closer and gives him a single kiss that sends shivers up his torso as beads of sweat roll down his toned body.

"Please. Move your hands, love." Close, but not quite.

"Fuck, please, sweetheart. Let this old man cum, lad."

Since he asked so nicely, you blow a kiss onto the angry looking head, earning yourself a deep grunt and some praises of good boy and my lad. You take him in fully until his dick is fully seated at the back of your throat. It's not easy since he is so well endowed but his gaze is motivation and encouragement. Your hands, not looking to rest, fondles his balls and strokes whatever doesn't fit in your mouth. He is a lost fisherman at sea, dancing as your pulled on the strings of lust shackled against his limbs. The hand in your head forces it down while he fucks your throat, his incredible core muscles lifting his pelvis off the bed to smash against your mouth. You love how feral he gets when he is close and chasing the wet, warmth heat of your throat.

He isn't loud, per se, but he more than loves to let the world know how good you are when he does climax. Ghost had once knocked on the door and asked you to please respect the noise rules. John had simply laughed when you complained to him.

Ignore him, lad. He's just jealous.

"My good boy. I'm close, love. Just keep, shit, keep that mouth tight." His words are a whip of lust that get you absolutely going for him.

The noises are obscene at this point, the wet noises of his pre mixed with your saliva and the sound of him fucking your throat are deafening in your head. His breathing has lost all of its tempo and he has that look when he is fighting to not cum. The light frown in his eyebrows and the taut muscles around his jaw. You loved the fisting of his free hand and the flexing of his powerful and sinuous thighs. His beautiful body is flexing and prostrated in pleasure, you want to see him fall.

Fall from the pedestal of a soldier and down into your embrace. Right here, neither him nor you are a spec-ops operative. He's beautiful, he always has been and now, this man is yours.

You hollow your cheeks and suck hard without telling him and he bellows. His voice is sonorous and he sounds majestic. He's your commander, in more ways than one. Weight yanks your head forward as those thighs lock your head into position. Sorry, lad but he is not sorry at all. You almost choke on his dick when he suddenly contracts his abdomen and those thighs pushes his throbbing dick further into your mouth. A single twitch, you know its his undoing, and ropes of hot cum are splashing into your mouth. He tastes salty and his cum is thick, viscous and heavy on your tongue. He might be older, but you love that about him. His fingers continue to brush over your head.

"Fuck, darling, don't swallow." That's a first.

His hand gently lifts your head off his dick where it rests against his navel when you come off him. A thin squirt when his dick jumped at the sight of your debauched look with cum on the corners of your mouth.

"Good, keep it in."

His eyes are gleaming with satiation and he tugs your body forward until you are chest to chest with him. He kisses you and his tongue darts into your cum filled mouth and swirls the liquid inside. Fuck, he's tasting himself while tongue fucking you into submission. Dirty, perverted Brit. He breaks the kiss with another moan and strings of cum are on his lips and tongue. There's even some in his beard and he makes sure to lick it clean. It’s so fucking filthy and he knows it too.

His hands start at your ass and ends at your reawakened dick. Previously forgotten, the roles are switched and the reins of lust are in his hands now. The gilded collar is beautiful against you neck, and he is determined to take all of the pleasure that belongs to him. Rough, calloused fingers settle into a slow, shitty rhythm that has you grinding into his palms for more. More of anything that he's willing to give.

"John, please." He loves your begs muffled by the mouthful of cum.

Patience, he tells you. He dips two fingers into your mouth and draws a thin trail of cum on your torso leading down to your dick. Again, stringy cum coats his thick fingers and he is slathering his cum all over your dick. The feeling starts off as weird but quickly ends up being the most sinful thing he's ever done. The milky white liquid is your accomplishment and it mixes with your own pre with obscene squelches in the mark of him. He loves the fight occurring internally to not give into him. To not beg or plead with him.

He commands you to swallow and you comply. The bobbing of your Adam's apple and your throat and he kisses you once more.

"Good work, my lovely lad. Did you have fun, making your captain beg?" His tone turns from John to Captain Price in a second and you moan at the implications. His hand turns into a prison on your weeping dick and you instinctively buck against his firm grip. Ineffective. He reminds you ever so of his strength. They don't call him captain for no reason.

"Well, I think we will need to address your discipline, soldier." His words are punctuated with sharp bites against your neck, Soap do not ask please, and your head tilts to give him more access to the area. The look in his eyes is one of mirth and thunders in the clear summer skies.

"Let's begin, sergeant." And you are arching and begging for him just as he takes control of the situation. His response, a deep laugh and you wail for him.

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𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 & 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘

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pairing. corey cunningham x reader , michael myers x reader

genre and warnings. semi-public sex, none gender specific reader, sex with someone else watching, face fucking, blow jobs, oral sex, pain kink, crying kink, dubcon | — short Corey drabble because i'm literally watching the movie but even i finish it expect more slasher fics.

Corey grunted, his breathing unsteady as his whimpers bounced from the thick concrete walls of the tunnel wall he leaned against.

When he had first led you under the bridge in hopes of killing you in hopes of entertaining Micheal.

He had not expected you to have looked so pretty at the sight of you having fallen to your knees begging for your life in front of Micheal, cutting your sprint off at the end of the sewer tunnel with a punch to your face.

Being pulled by a fist full of your hair perched on your knees, his cock deep in your throat as your eyes prickled with tears, your other hand was too preoccupied with stroking Corey’s dick to pull yourself away from Micheal’s rough thrusts.

You didn't want to admit to the pathetic feeling of your pussy clenching against nothing as the two men roughly had their way with you.

Your tongue traced the veins of his cock, the sound of his deep grunts enticing you to do nothing but please.

 He had already started to enjoy the feeling of your warm mouth. Having been hidden down in the sewers for let alone struggling to keep himself alive in the town of Haddonfield, there wasn't much to keep him entertained over the years. 

He had been lucky to stumble across Corey by pure chance as the stumbling four-eyed freak had grown to be his perfect assistant.

No matter how much you gagged, Michael’s pace was relentless, your nose buried in the salt and peppered bush of his groin.

Your teeth grazed over his sensitive skin. Michael let out a low grunt as you pulled away just enough to catch your breath.

Just with a yank of your hair, the tip of his dick pushed past your lips, resuming his relentless pace.

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Velvet & Veneer Fanfic

“We Got This”

Continuation of my small fic here

Those at the detention center learn about the truth of where the twins are from. …And they weren’t going to let a couple of rats from the under city run the place. Little do they know, the twins have learned to hold their own.

After the scene in the cafeteria that one day, the twins were known… and feared… throughout the Rageous Detention Center. Funny, for being snot-nosed, pop star wanna-be, brats, they sure knew how to defend themselves….and that’s when word got out.

….Velvet and Veneer were from the under city of Rageous…. The slums, the lower class. It was the talk of all of Mount Rageous, and now, it was the talk at the detention center…. And this was something they weren’t going to let slide. Rats from the under city owning them? Standing up to them? They were afraid of rats? The head bullies at the center began plotting.

To avoid trouble, the twins isolated themselves from everyone else. In the courtyard, they sat on a bench far off from the rest of the crowd.

“UGH!! Who told? How did this get out!” Velvet screamed. There it was, in big bold font across the papers:

Latest Pop-Frauds From Under Rageous: Typical Desperate Wanna-Be’s

“Well they ain’t wrong.” Veneer replied reading a letter…. It was from Floyd. He wouldn’t admit it to his sister, but the little Trolls letters is what’s been helping him pull through this whole mess.

“Seriously! You’re seriously chill with this?” Velvet asked in surprise.

“We are from the under city AND we are frauds. Just accept it Vels.”

“NO! You know how much worse that makes us sound! Besides, they’ll send us back! Those from Under Rageous always go back!” Velvet crumbled up the paper, tossing it across the courtyard.

“… I don’t think so.” Veneer responded.

“How do you know?”

“I just…. I just do.” Veneer looked up to see a group of teens headed their way… and they didn’t look happy.

The group encircled the twins, allowing for no escape. One of them was the thug kid Veneer left a heavy beating on that one day in the cafeteria, his nose still bandaged. Out of instinct he got in front of his sister. The twins looked around… no security, no one…. They were completely alone.

“Caaan we help you?” Veneer asked suspiciously. Velvet eyed the group standing behind them… they were completely closed off from any possible escape.

“So you guys are really rats from the gutter aren’t you?”

“Only one who looks like a rat is you.” Velvet responded with a snarky grin.

“Rat has a tongue. Can I have a taste?” One boy winked at Velvet.

“Eat dirt.” She replied. Veneer elbowed his sister. They tried not to get involved in any trouble, but somehow trouble always found them.

“We’re leaving you alone, so just leave us alone.” Veneer stated.

“No I don’t think so. You guys come up to the top, wanna-be pop stars fooling everyone. Now you slum dogs want to try and fool us here. Thinking you own the place.” One boy a foot taller than Veneer shoved him hard on the chest.

“You guys came at us!”

“I bet you guys aren’t tough enough to handle us on your own. You’re not always going to have each others back. Split them up!” One girl called out.

The two taller ones of the group grabbed each twin by the arm, pulling them in opposite directions. Velvets eyes went wide as she saw them pull Veneer away, heading behind some bushes and out of sight. He caught a glimpse of her.

“We got this.” He mouthed before disappearing with a group of thugs. Velvets heart raced. It’s my fault, it’s my fault if he gets hurt, she thought as she looked at the group still surrounding her.

“We’re not afraid to hit a girl. But you really aren’t one, are you RAT?” A boy chimed with laughter. Velvet took a deep breath. Oh how she wanted to sock him in the mouth.

“….Call me rat one more time.” She said through clenched teeth. The boy leaned in closer.

“Rrrraaaaa-OW!” She kneed him right in the groin. A girl standing behind grabbed her by the ponytail, yanking her to the ground. As she fell, other kids gathered on top of her pinning her down. They took a few swings, landing some on her stomach, her ribs. She clenched her teeth.

Velvet has been in this situation before. She’s felt this pain… she was sure her brother had too… she could handle it, she could handle it. She calculated her next moves as they continued to strike her body…..

CRUNCH!

She freed her foot and kicked someone square in the nose. She heard the cry of pain. Again using her free leg she stretched and kicked again, not aiming, just striking wherever she can. Velvet then stretched her legs over, using them to flip whoever was holding her arm down.

She heard cries of pain coming from behind the bushes where they took Veneer. Velvet could only imagine what they were doing to him… this was her drive, her motive…. The only person who could boss him around was her.

Velvet was eventually freed, but that didn’t stop the people around her from trying to get her. She took them all one by one, kicks and punches, head kicks and jabs. Velvet was determined not to let them undermine her because of where she was from, she had no intention of going back unless it was from her own free will.

The commotion suddenly stopped and silence drifted in the air. Every one of the bullies was hunched over on the ground hurt and groaning in pain.

“Like I said: call me rat one more time and see what happens.” She kicked a random body causing them to cry in agony. A few bruises here and there, she could feel it, but nothing she couldn’t handle. “Veneer!”

Velvet ran towards the back of bushes.

“Veneer!- OOF!” She collided straight into another body, the force sending her towards the ground. Velvet looked up to find the person she ran into was her own brother.

“Oh my god Veneer!” Not knowing what really came over her, she hugged her brother, she hugged him for the first time in forever. Veneer dare not say anything… it been so long since he had someone hug him… he forgot what it was like… so he enjoyed this moment, that is until Velvet snapped out of it.

“Idiot! Whatdid you let them do to your face?”

His eye was swollen and bruised, a cut on his upper lip.

“I didn’t want to strike first.” He replied. “But eventually I did.” They both turned to see the damage he did: more groans of pain, perhaps a few broken bones.

“They call us rats but they really have no idea.” Velvet spat on someone on the ground next to her. “Come on. I’m sure they’re going to blame us and send us to the isolation ward… again.”

“They’re not going to be fair to us anymore… if they can’t send us back down, they’ll make it worse for us here. You know that right?” Veneer asked limping away with his sister.

“Like you said…we got this right?” She smiled looking to her brother.

“Ya, we got this.”

“Velvet and Veneer!” A voice called to them as they neared the doors.

“Ya we know. Isolation ward. You don’t have to tell us twice.” Velvet rolled her eyes and scowled.

“Wait what? What did you guys do now?” The security asked them.

“Nothing.” Veneer was quick to reply, but his bruised face and limp gave him away.

“… We’ll deal with that later. You guys have a visitor.”

The twins perked up…. Veneer began jumping up and down uncontrollably, he knew who it was already.

“Some little guy named Floyd.”

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