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vaspider · 10 months

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Last year I wrote about what happened at Pride when a couple of kids didn't understand why us older folx were so bitter about Reagan.

This year, I have something a little softer.

Someone who looked a little older than me came up to the booth wearing a pink t-shirt proclaiming him one of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, San Francisco chapter. As I was ringing him up, I asked if he'd been involved for a while.

"Yes," he said, "for a bit," in that way us middle-aged people do when we're sort of wincing and feeling old.

"Okay, well," I said, sitting at my register in my queer booth full of queer clothes and patches and pins, topless in public for the first time. (I had pasties on for my own comfort bc I was working, but I live in the city of the Naked Bike Ride, and I took full advantage). My baby brother and both of my partners ran around behind me, my brother wearing a loose tank top that makes his scars visible.

"I need to tell you that you all helped keep me alive."

He blinked at me as I continued, "I was a kid in high school in the early 90s. I lived in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, and what you all were doing was so loud and so out there that even I heard about your work. It was one of the things that kept me alive. So thank you, and please thank the rest of the Sisters."

I heard about them through people in my parents' church complaining about them, and then I sought more information through the beginning of the internet, through newspapers, through anything I could find. I found the cover of Newsweek that one of the Sisters was on. I read about their "exorcism" of fundamentalist preachers whose books sat on the shelf in my parents' basement and probably still do. I saw how loud and colorful and unapologetically queer they were.

The knowledge that someone was out there, so full of defiant joy, refusing the shame that people kept trying to put on them? Oh, that kept me alive. I saw them, and I knew I could make it through. I wrapped my hands around that knowledge, and I held on so tight.

It took me a long time - a long, long time - to unwind most of it for myself and get to the point where my fat butch ass was sitting bare-chested in the July breeze, looking up at him as he held out his arms and said "you're actually giving me chills." I answered, "I mean every word. You helped keep me alive. So thank you."

I never know what to say when people come up to me in public and tell me that I helped them or changed their life in some way. I appreciate it, and I genuinely love the people who apologized for "fanpersoning" at me last weekend, I just never know what to say. I'm incredibly grateful that the Sister I spoke to was incredibly gracious, saying "usually we give blessings, but I feel like you blessed me." Another member of the party let me pet their tiny dog, who was not very interested in me, and that's okay. It was an overwhelming day. Then, they moved on.

Me? I'm still sitting with the fact that I looked last weekend into the faces of people who didn't know they were holding my head above water, and that I got to tell them the work they do matters. It's a rare thing to get to tell someone, "You saved me," and I'm treasuring it.

Last weekend, I wore my new battle vest with nothing underneath it, unless it was too hot, and then I just sat in my chair, chatting and ringing ppl out with my skin free to the air. I decided last year that top surgery isn't for me, but that also I'm going to love this body unapologetically, and it's no less a transmasculine body because the soft new dark hair on my belly isn't accompanied by pink scars along my ribs.

I didn't get here on my own. I got here because someone else cut through the undergrowth ahead of me so I could take another step forward. Here I am, decades later, still taking step after step, one at a time, and trying to lay paving stones behind me.

Last weekend was another step along that way, another step through unwinding the fear and shame and sadness that my parents and their church built into me. Another step out of hating myself for hiding parts of myself for so long, for acting out in other ways to distract people from my queerness, for feeling so much guilt when other people tell me I'm brave, because I know how much of myself I hid for how long because I was a coward, because I was afraid.

Another step into expiating stigmatic guilt.

#sisters of perpetual indulgence

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majornaxxx · 6 months

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Hi hi! I love your blog so much, you’re so talented in writing omg. I have an idea for a request, perhaps you could do something similar to what you did in “Avatar boys watching you Sunbathe” but focus it on Loak and Neteyam exclusively: maybe something along the lines of y/n bathing or skinny dipping and the povs of each boy noticing her and their reaction (what they’d do, *cough* touch themselves *cough*) and perhaps this time y/n actually spots each boy and you could go along from there , however you’d like! I just love your writing style and I’d love for you to explore this idea of mine :) <333

Oh my goodness thanks so much! I really appreciate all the love for my writing and I'm so glad you like it! :33

Of course I'd love to explore this idea!! Im short on time right now but I'll write for Neteyam! I may try to get to Lo'ak soon though!! I sincerely apologize for how long it took me to write this :""")

ღ Warnings: MINORS DNI 🔞🔞, Neteyam being a little perv, Neteyam x Metkayina reader, p in v, sorta rough treatment at parts??

Neteyam held his breath, his heartbeat fast and loud in his ears. His hand slid off of the smooth damp stone to slowly wrap around the hilt of his blade. He ducked down, ears pinned to his head as he heard sounds of water sloshing not too far away from him. He'd gone down into the tunnel to collect medicinal plants only grown underground in crystal pools. Ronal, bedridden after recently giving birth, had been very vocal about her displeasure after Tonowari sent the boy out to run his errands.

Neteyam, however, was warned there would be a possibility of large and potentially dangerous animals down in the cave. The water was always warm and the flora created a soft mossy ground, perfect living conditions for someone or something that wished to live comfortably. The first thing Neteyam noticed as he made his way down was that something was in the water, something obviously large. He hadn't gotten a good look just yet and instead opted to conceal himself inside of the tunnel that brought him down.

His tail lashed and he turned to finally look out at the creature he was planning on having to possibly kill. Neteyam immediately stilled, his breath hitched and his eyes widening.

Oh Eywa...

Instead he found you, completely unclothed and seated on the edge of the glowing pool. The crystals on the bottom glowed and sent ripples of color dancing across your damp skin, glistening like stars. Your top was behind you and your tewng was even further back, leaving you in your complete naked glory aside from the jewelry you regularly pranced around the village in

Your tail sweeped behind you as you pulled your hair up and out of the way of the water. You hummed a relaxed tone as you finally pulled yourself down into the warm water, letting out a quiet moan of gratitude.

Neteyam felt the heat rise up to his face as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away. The water only reached up to about your mid thighs when you stood, and he watched as you lowered your entire body in and stood again, splashing gleefully. He watched intently as fat water droplets cascaded over your round plush breasts and the flesh of your ass, highlighting your delicious curves.

He felt as his own tewng became uncomfortably tight and he shifted as he reached down to mess and pull at the fabric in an attempt to make it bearable. His hand lightly covered his mouth as he practically drooled over the sight in front of him, moth slightly agape. He quickly turned and shrunk himself into his hiding place as messing with his clothing turned into Neteyam palming himself through the fabric. He groaned quietly, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

You had made him uncomfortably hard, and he quickly found himself spitting into his hand and gripping his boner. He slowly stroked himself, glancing back towards you once or twice as he chased his high. He could practically feel your soft skin against the palms of his hands, practically taste you on his tongue.. He growled and tightened his free hand into a fist as his knuckles practically turned white, his other hand speeding up.

He began to buck his hips into his fist and finally, he covered his mouth. His lower regions movements began to stutter, his pace faltering, as he reached his climax. "Oh, fuck.." He muttered, almost feeling like he was going to burst at the seams.

"Oh fuck is right." A voice said sweetly next to his ear. Neteyam yelped and scrambled to cover himself as he turned to meet your gaze. You were insanely close to him, your breasts basically sitting on his arm. "Calm, 'Teyam. No sense in covering yourself, i've seen it already.." You giggled as you ran your hand softly up his left arm to squeeze his shoulder.

"Oh my- Eywa- I'm.." He was at a loss for words as he lowered his ears in shame, eyes wide. "Sorry?" You finished his sentence and he shakily nodded. "Don't be!" You flashed a sickly sweet smile at him and stood. "You weren't very subtle." You said pointing at the ground. "Your tail tipped you off."

He swore as he looked down and saw his tail swaying outside of his hiding spot. "Come on, join me!" You grabbed onto his arm to pull him up, and Neteyam at a loss for words followed without any complaint. You splashed your way back into the water and beckoned him in. Shaking off the initial embarassment, he quickly untied his clothing and set that along with his knife down on the ground, cautiously stepping in.

The warmth of the water seeped into him and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief before looking up. The reality set into him. He was naked.. You were naked.. He stared at you, taking in every inch of what he was seeing. His eyes finally met yours and you turned your body towards him as your eyes flicked back and forth between his gaze and looking down.

He made his way towards you, the cave silent aside from the sound of the water. His chest met yours and you moved slightly away, suddenly becoming shy. The two of you trapped in each others gaze, you brought your arms up in front of you and he gently slipped his hands onto your sides to squeeze your hips. Your palms rested in his chest, your heart in your throat. Moments that felt like forever passed, and finally Neteyam brought a hand up to your face.

The two of you stared before your lips connected. Barely a moment passed and the kiss became fierce. Hands clambering around each others bodies as you both squeezed and poked and prodded, teeth catching lips and noises escaping the both of you. He wrapped both of his hands roughly around your ass and motioned upwards. You hopped up happily and wrapped your legs around his waist. He held you against him as he continued to kiss you.

"'Teyam..-" His name escaped your mouth in a breathy moan and he carried you over to the side of the pool, setting you down on the ledge. His hands slid towards your chest and his large hands began to squeeze your breasts, completely engulfing them. He pulled his head away to gaze down at you, his eyes filled with an unknown but feral emotion. You reached up to his shoulders and pulled him back down to kiss you, wrapping your arms around him. "Fuck.." He growled, pulling your hips towards him with such force that you fell onto your back. You were thankful for the moss underneath you as you hit the ground and Neteyam spread your legs. He wasted no time in running his length between your sopping folds, causing you to shiver.

"Fuck, you're beautiful.." He leaned down to catch your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. You arched your back letting out a pathetic whimper as he reduced you to nothing but a shaking mess. He gently nipped at the sensitive skin and you yelped, smacking him and causing him to grin. "Behavior like that won't make me fuck you.." He stood back up, reaching down to rub circles over your clit.

Your eyes shot wide and you began to babble, trying to form words as he sent pleasure straight through you with the simplest of touch. Without warning, his soft cockhead poked at your entrance, sliding inside of your sopping cunt. Barely able to register your senses as he continued to play with your clit as he fucked you, you bit your lip and reached up to squeeze the flesh of your tits.

His thrusts were agonizingly slow and you felt every inch and vein as he continuously filled you. The sounds of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the cave and every movement sent erratic colorful patterns of light across the walls from below the water. He watched as rays of purple and pink and blue danced across your body as you writhed beneath him, barely containing the possessive feral noise that came from deep within his chest.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes with every thrust and you brought your hand up to your mouth to quiet yourself, biting your finger to muffle the noises. Neteyam seemed to darken, becoming rougher with his movements. "Louder." He commanded, not wanting you to cover those oh so wonderful noises that sent electricity down to his cock. His eyes raked your figure as you twitched and shook. His fingers left bruises on your sides, his desire too great to pay attention to how hard he was holding you. It seemed you didn't pay much mind either.

Your hands fell to your sides the second the words left his mouth and Neteyam, without missing a single beat, swiftly scooped your arms up and pinned your wrists to the ground beneath you. His pace quickly became erratic, his tail lashing behind him as he continued to stuff you full. A particularily loud noise made him look down to you, and he almost came inside of you right then. Your eyes were squeezed shut with your mouth wide in a silent "o". Back arched, bottom lip slightly pink and tender from biting it, tears sitting at the corners of your eyes waiting to fall.

"'Teyam- oh fuck- Netayam i'm close!" Your arms flexed as you tried to scramble to hold somwthing, unable to due to Neteyams grip. He quickly let go and pulled you to sit up with his arms wrapped tightly around you. Your arms flew around his shoulders and despite how tired he was he continued to fuck you.

You suddenly dug your fingers into his back, legs squeezing around his waist as your cries were cut off. A low moan ripped from your throat as you began to shake. Neteyam could feel your cunt squeezing him as you came, coating his cock. His name fell from your mouth in sobs as pleasure wracked your body with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Neteyam gasped and dug his teeth into your shoulder as he suddenly stopped, buried to the hilt inside of you. A higher pitched moan fell from him as he spilled inside of you, trembling as he did so. "Oh Goddamn-" He huffed as he gave one more lazy thrust before begrudgingly sliding his cock out of the warmth of your pussy. Neteyam chuckled in surprise as he watched his cum drip out of you and down the curve of your ass. He reached forward to give your thigh a gentle squeeze, and slowly set you down.

"Are you alright?" He asked, brushing sweat soaked hair out of your face. "More than alright.." Your voice was an intoxicating mix of sweet and sensual, sending sparks down to his stomach. He carefully set you back down into the warm water, an arm wrapped around your waist. "Let's get cleaned up." He said. To that you smiled, planting a kiss on his jaw. "Of course.. That's the least you could do since you peeked on me!"

He felt the heat rise in his face and fought back a laugh at your little comment, beginning to use his hand to cup the water to rinse you. "Of course.." He agreed, sighing. Moments of silence passed filled only with the sounds of water and the occasional noise from the two of you.

Neteyam paused and looked up, meeting your gaze. "Yes?" He could tell you wanted to say something. "Come by my Marui tonight.." You said, and he narrowed his eyes. "What for?" He asked. You rested your hand on the side of his face and gently led him up to your level, faces mere inches apart. "You know why."

He grinned and leaned into your touch. "How could I say no?"

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atinysunbaby · 3 months

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Smut peek → Special love day

Warnings : Smut, oral (reader receiving), dry humping, slight public sex, overstimulation, cursing.

Words : 1.8k

Note : This is one of the two smut parts. I wanted to give you a little something today, so here it is :))

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Moving in unison, drawn together by an irresistible force, you bridge the gap between you with an insatiable hunger for closeness. And when San, with a hint of uncertainty, questions once more about your enjoyment of the dance dedicated in your honor, you answer not with words, but with a heartfelt kiss, a silent affirmation of the heat coursing between you.

Your lips firmly latch onto his, sucking at his plump, wet bottom lip before the urge to bite the skin overcomes you, the action causing San to gasp needily. He leans down further to reach your height, only so you can easily get a good grip at his silky black hair and tug as you please, moaning in your open mouth desperately as you chuckle against his lips in return. "Mhmm Y/N~"

Your other hand comes up sneakily, nails scratching along the soft skin of his veiny and muscular arm. Goosebumps rise over the bare surface, aware of your intentions, but still closing his eyes in pleasure when your fingers wrap around his neck and squeezes, cutting his aware deliciously. His knees buckle uncontrollably, your touch weakening him more with each passing second. "Touch me, Sanie please."

He obeys, shaky hands settling on your hips with a newfound dominant grip. He licks your lips through the kiss, forcing your mouth open and thrusting his smooth tongue into you without warning. You both pant, breathless, and San diverts his lips to your jaw, giving you the opportunity to breathe in properly before he can go back to tasting your mouth.

You gasp in surprise when his fingers unexpectedly knead the fat of your ass, squeezing expertly. He then puts his strength to great use and proceeds to lift one of your legs up to his waist, pulling you even closer. You can feel the length of his big hard dick, straining painfully against the material of his tight sport pants and poking at your clit heavenly.

As his lips find yours in a heated kiss once again, he now grinds against your clothed pussy in the best way he can, but quickly, he grows frustrated when deeming the friction to be too light.

In a brisk and unexpected movement, he hoists you up by your juicy thighs and wraps your legs around his waist in a hurry. He leaves you no time to comprehend the situation and trusts up against your core with new vigor, the pressure building up in both of your stomachs, your moans gradually growing louder. "Oh fuck.. San!"

"I know baby, want my dick inside you so bad right? Want your tight pussy around my- feels.. so good, holy fuck.." San bucks his flexible dancer's hips up while pulling you against his cock faster, the thought of your pussy wrapping around his dick deliciously tight, acting as a new motivation to attain his high, the intense movements create an even greater friction and he grows closer to his release with every thrust. "Cum for me, m-my love. I'm so close!"

You feel like you're on fire, hole burning with the need to be filled, pathetically clenching around nothing and you whine at the emptiness. Hearing the sound, San growls in your ear and you feel your orgasm approaching. "I'm cum- San I'm cumming!"

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as the intense pleasure runs through your veins, head falling back. He rubs himself against your whole pussy, pressing tightly onto your clit until you come down from your orgasm. And then slows down gradually and eventually stills as you weakly whine that you're too sensitive, but it doesn't stop there, needing to finish himself.

He takes you to the couch, laying you down and pressing a hungry kiss to your parted lips, before getting on his knees between your legs on the bouncy furniture. San looks you over, analyzing every detail about your erotic state. Like how your lips are wet with spit, panting from the physical effort, eyes half closed from slight exhaustion, ecstasy and the way you watch out for his next move with a gaze full of desire, acts like fuel to the fire in the pit of his stomach. His already hard, sensitive and leaking dick twitches in the confinement of his clothes, resulting in pulling a frustrated groan out of him.

"You look so pretty for me." He strokes your calves lovingly, fingers wandering up to graze your fleshy thighs softly and then directs them to your inner thighs, aiming to excite you further after your first orgasm. "More please.."

"You're such a good girl, asking so nicely." He rewards you by pushing his slender fingers over your clit, working them in a circular motion with just the right pressure and you hum shakily, biting your lips to keep yourself from making louder noises. You're still sensitive from earlier and your thighs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure, back arching as San fastens the pace on your bud. "It's too much!"

"You asked for it babe, you can take it~" He smirks, eyes glossy with desire and his stomach clenches at the pornographic sight. Your hands are gripping at the couch desperately, moans growing louder as another wave of pleasure closes in on you. "No.. Inside.. Need you inside me!"

He groans, contemplating his options ; he's scared you'll get caught, the not so intimate setting being the only thing that stops him. But his rationality is thrown out the window when you grab at his veiny arm with your smaller hands, pleading for him to fuck you raw. "Oh fuck, don't do this to me."

He quickly reaches for the waistband of your pants and pulls them off at once with your panties, leaving you half bared for his wandering eyes and the sight of your leaking arousal, triggers his hips to automatically fuck the air. "Shit! Look what you're doing to me."

He gestures for you to look down at his lower body and you clench your thighs after seeing the hottest image, biting back the whine that so desperately wants to escape your throat. The front of San's previously grey pants, is now covered in both your slick and the never ending amount of precum coming out of his straining dick, turning the material to a darker shade. "That's so hot."

You're about to wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him down over your body and give him a good position to enter your drenched cunt, but he stops you. "Wait! I have a better idea."

Carefully, he positions himself over your sensitive core, strong arms wrapping around each of your thighs, before reaching back to place your legs over his shoulders, the action causing you to gasp in anticipation. You shiver at the way San looks at you, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of your skilled boyfriend eating you out.

You hurriedly feel around for something to hold onto, needing the comfort of something squishy and warm, knowing how wild your lover becomes when he gets a taste of your pussy. Your fingers brush against the fabric of what you soon find out to be San's hoodie and you quickly tug the garment over your upper body, inhaling the calming scent of his addicting perfume.

"Ready?" He asks with a sultry voice, and you hold on for dear life as he teases you. Blowing onto your warm, drenched cunt, leaving wet kisses on your inner thighs and sucking, biting at the skin until you cry out. "Sannie!"

"Oops sorry." He chuckles, before giving soft kitten licks to your swollen clit, gradually lowering his tongue to lap at your wet folds and tasting the sweet slick pouring out of your hole. You moan loudly in response, shaking and throwing your head back in pleasure.

San rapidly slips away, becoming pussy drunk and eating you out vigorously. Although it was agonizingly slow when he started and you grew frustrated, you now wish he would slow down, your orgasm building up too fast, leaving you no time to prepare as the intense pleasure consumes you.

San doesn't pause, suckling on your clit harshly while he enters two fingers inside your hole, thrusting them at a slow pace compared to the movement of his mouth. You let out a relieved sigh as you're finally filled, your previous high quickly forgotten as another already nears.

"Baby, I can't get enough of your taste.." He shoves his tongue in your hole after the confession, switching the roles of his fingers as well, rubbing your bud with his thumb and opting to give open mouthed kisses all over your core, never once pulling away, not even to take a breath.

"Oh.. I can't- San!" Tears escape your eyes, the feeling so intense that you cum with a loud cry and almost convulse from the never ending wave of pleasure hitting you, because he doesn't stop and you quickly reach your fourth orgasm.

You think you might have passed out for a few minutes after the sixth orgasm, during which time San cleaned you up with a towel he managed to find in his bag, soaking it in lukewarm water. He also made sure to dress you up, covering your shivering body with the blanket that was on the computer chair not far away.

When you regain consciousness, San coos at you and apologizes for so eagerly eating your pussy. He makes sure you're alright, looking you over and stroking your hair when you reassure him that nothing's wrong. "I'm glad beautiful, it wasn't in my intention to overstimulate you into unconsciousness."

"It's embarrassing though!" You reply with a pout, confusing your boyfriend and causing a frown to appear on his beautiful face. "What do you mean?"

"We didn't even go all the way. I mean- what if you would've fucked me?" San explodes in laughter, in no way mocking you, but your words cause a realisation to dawn on him. "I think, if I did. I might have had a funeral to arrange."

"Sannie!" You whine, slapping his bicep from the embarrassingly close truth, but your playful fight is immediately cut short as you remember something. "Wait! Did you even cum?"

You prepare to ask him if he needs your help now, absolutely down to please your insanely attractive boyfriend, but he admits that he came when you orgasmed the third time. He shyly avoids your persistent gaze, ears and cheeks burning with shame. "San you can tell me."

San was uncontrollably humping the cushion that was under his hips during the intercourse and when he realised his own action, the sudden rush of pleasure and excitement led him to reach under his body. He untied his pants and lowered them just enough to uncover his dick, thrusting against the soft and fluffy material, his bare tip, red and sensitive, made the feeling even more intense. And like an animal in heat, he humped the cushion until he came, pretty hard. It left a stain on the object and he had to throw it in the garbage, but it was worth it.

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anomanlyarchives · 2 years

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Grindr weirdos

Believe me when I say dating apps can be really dangerous, much more than you may think. I never believed people who told me so, but I learnt this lesson at my own expense.

It all started last Saturday.

I was wandering on Grindr to find some fun. I was home alone and I had nobody to hang out with, so it seemed a good option. I've always been lucky with guys on Grindr, as a single photo of myself convinced them that I was worth a hookup. And I have to admit, I couldn't really blame them.

That day I didn't get any attention from muscular hung guys, though. All I could get was some unwanted message from people I would never even hang out with, let alone hooking up. There was a specific guy, that day, that kept texting me insistently. He was an overweight, thirty-something man, both too fat and too old for my standards.

At first, I tried ignoring him. After all, I was used to this kind of stalkers, and I would normally block them straight away. But, as I was quite bored and I couldn't find anything else to do, I decided to have some fun with him.

"You're a fucking big guy, you know?", I teased.

"Oh yeah? You like it? This belly is waiting for you to feed her 😏". He sent me a bunch of photos of his fat frame squeezed in tight clothes.

I couldn't believe he thought a guy like me could like a being like him.

"I know exactly what I could feed you"

"What? 😜"

I sent him a picture of my body.

He liked me, of course. A lot.

"Well I'm home right now, if you want you can come over 😏"

"For what?"

"To feed me with all that cute, sexy stuff you have there of course"

I giggled. It was my turn.

"What? Oh no, I was just showing off a body you could never have. I should feed you with humility, how can you even imagine I would accept to meet an old chunk like you? You would probably eat me"

"What the fuck man? It's not me the one who needs humility lesson, get over yourself"

"You can't even fit your own clothes, what do you expect? Just buy clothes twice larger, you need them. And stop bothering normal people with your sick kinks. You must be thirty or something, grow up and go work"

"Wtf?? You serious? Okay you may not like me, but it doesn't mean you can treat me like shit. Be more respectful"

"Yeah, sure. You should be grateful I even replied to you. A fat slob like you probably has never seen a dick in his life, these photos are the best thing you will ever get. And I'm being too kind to share them with you"

I sent him all the photos I could find. I wanted to show off my body a little more and make him envious.

My lecture apparently worked. He didn't text me back, and I had spread some awareness about online harrasment. I hate people who think they can do whatever they want, especially if they obviously can't.

I thought it was over like that, as other times. But I was terribly wrong.

The next morning, as I woke up, I had the worst surprise of my life.

Even before I opened my eyes, a strange scent invaded my nostrils. It was some sort of damp, sweet and acrid smell, and it was everywhere in the air.

As I finally open my eyes, I was greeted by an unknown room. A weak sunlight entered through the shutters - even though I had never had shutters. The walls were completely white, opposed to my brightly colored room, and all my posters and frames had disappeared. My led lights had been replaced by a dull, cheap light at the center of the ceiling, which was quite old and could probably fall off at any time soon.

My vision was a bit blurry, so everything felt like a dream. While I was still processing all my surroundings, I heard a somehow loud noise and the room was shaken. It was probably a train passing by.

I was extremely dizzy and confused, to say the least. I felt like I had just been on a roller coaster. But still, I was pretty sure not to be in a dream, and I needed answer.

I groaned and stretched. I felt terribly heavy, and I felt like I was being all squeezed up. It was not a bad feeling, it was almost pleasant. But it was weird. I tossed a little bit, but the feeling didn't go away. I stretched an arm, I moved it to my belly to scratch it, and then... I felt it.

A flaccid, hairy mass of fat was attached to my stomach. It was real, it was breathing. And it was mine, it was part of my body.

I shook in fear, and I quickly looked down. Instead of my tonic, lean body, a pair of bulky moobs and a round belly were bulging out, preventing me to see my own crotch and feet.

That floppy mass was bouncing in response to my own breath. Luckily, I didn't get to see my fat torso completely naked, as a grey t-shirt was trying to cover it - even though it didn't really do well, as it was too small to contain it. Half of my belly was still hanging out of it, covered in a thin layer of hairs.

I was completely astonished. I poked my body to check if it was true. I felt my own finger sinking in the fat. It was... Shocking.

I tried to get up, but my new weight prevented me to do so. My fat made me much heavier, and getting up was a challenge.

When I finally manage to sit, I was completely soaked in sweat. It was the same sweet and acrid smell I had smelled before, and while it wasn't the worst, I really didn't like it. While sitting, I could feel my hefty gut pressed against my thick legs.

I pushed hard to get up on my feet, and almost tripped over myself. Not only was I more than twice my former weight, but I was considerably taller too.

I looked down once again. The bulging gut was still there. I grabbed it tight, as I couldn't believe it was true, and I clumsily wobbled towards a mirror I had just noticed. Every time my large, chunky feet stepped on the ground, I could swear the apartment shook. I felt like a fucking gorilla.

As I arrived in front of the mirror, my heart skipped a bit. A bearded, plump face of a thirty-something year old man was staring back at me. It was the guy I had texted the day before on Grindr, and he was even worse than I remembered. He was wearing a ridiculously tight Grey t-shirt that let a good chunk of flabby gut hanging out, and a pair of equally tight black shorts. Just like me, he was holding his half-naked gut, and just like me, he had a horrified expression depicted on his face.

I got closer to the mirror, still shaking in disbelief, and he did exactly the same.

I shook my round belly, and he mimicked me.

I lifted my Grey t-shirt, and he did it too, revealing a jiggling ball of fat. Disgusted, I immediately pulled the t-shirt down, and so did he.

I curled my arm to strike a pose, and he did it as well, showing off his chubby, but quite thick, biceps.

I did a spin, squeezed my meaty thighs and glutes, and he mimicked me.

My eyes were almost flooding with tears. That was me. I was him. What was going on? It was his fault, there was no other explanation.

I looked around myself, and noticed a phone on the bed. I rushed toward it and fell on the bed with a low tud. For a second, I almost feared the bed would break under my weight.

I unlocked the phone with my fingerprint and quickly opened Grindr. The chat with my former self was still there. And it was online.

"What have you done?", I texted.

I received an answer almost immediately.

"Oh, look who's back! What are you talking about?"

"Stop fucking around. Turn me back to myself, now."

"I don't think you are in a good position to be so aggressive 😜 first take a nice photo for me, then we can discuss"

"I'm not playing. I'm ruining your life."

"Oh yeah? And how? No thing's gonna change until I decide so. Now be nice and send me a photo, I remember I was wearing a very nice outfit yesterday night😁"

I was raging inside, but I couldn't really do much. I looked at myself in the mirror. Because of my anger, I was breathing so deeply that my belly kept jiggling up and down. Disgusting.

I took a photo.

"Woah, are you this fat for real? No wonder you don't get any dick 🤣"

My blood was boiling in rage. How did he dare? "I don't know what you want from me, but I'll give you one more chance. Swap me back and get lost. Now."

"Your clothes don't even fit your fat belly, you should wear your oversized clothes. Or did someone throw them away? 😜"

I rushed towards the wardrobe. It was so difficult to control my movement, as I felt incredibly heavy. I was also considerably taller, which didn't make things better.

I opened the closet. There were only a few clothes, all of which were clearly too small to fit me. The ones I was wearing were probably the largest ones, and still they were so tight it was almost painful. And somehow arousing.

"You are a fucking bastard. You can't do it. If you want to have sex with me, fine, we can, but this is not how things work. You can't always have what you want, and you'll learn it."

"I guess being squeezed by those tight t-shirts makes you soo horny, huh? I can't blame you, I know how it feels. But sadly I know you don't really like me, so it would be unfair to force you in doing something you don't want to 😢 also, I think you are a little too old for me now"

"You're a fucking hypocrite! You're stealing my life without any good reason. Yesterday I just told you what is true, not what you wanted to hear. Even if I hadn't you you're a perverted fatty, you would still be one. I was just honest."

"No, you were completely rude and arrogant. I'm sure spending some time as a "perverted fatty" will help you realize that everyone needs to be respected, even you 😘"

"I'm coming to my place. Let's talk face to face, I guess you're not so brave in person."

"Oh no, don't bother. I'm not there, I knew you would come so I took a nice vacation that will last for... Uhm, I don't know, could be forever. Oh btw I hope you don't mind if I used your money. You know, I had this nice spell that let me access your memories, so I thought it would be nice to now your bank account credentials while I'm you. And don't worry about my bank account, even if you knew my credentials, I don't have rich parents like you, so it wouldn't make any difference. And I also got fired last week, so... Meh 😢 BUT I know there is a very large community of weight gainers and feeders on OnlyFans that could help you earn some money. "

"FUCK YOU! Go die!"

"Ooh, one day I will. I will die in this beautiful body 😍 You, on the other hand, well... I hope your coffin will be big enough 😘"

I felt helpless. "Please, please, swap us back."

"Mhh, I'll see in some days. For now just get used to it. Idk, go eat something, or go shopping for some new clothes... It would be fun to see you walking in the streets with that tight shirt, you know? You could send me a photo 😏 And go take a shower please, I haven't had one since yesterday morning, I can tell you're sweating like a pig from here 🤢"

Before I could even reply, he sent another message.

"I'm switching your phone off for now, bye and good luck xoxo 😘😘"

He couldn't be serious.

I dialed my phone number, but apparently he had really switched my phone off.

I was fucked.

I clumsily stepped in front of the mirror once again. I smelled myself, and he was right, I needed a shower.

Reluctantly, I started taking my clothes off, releasing my chunky frame from all that fabric.

#male tf #male transformation #body swap #Weight gain #male body swap #fit to fat #fat to fit #age progression #age regression #M2m body swap #M2m tf #mine

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bratzforchris · 11 months

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hello :) hope your day is going good. can you write a Luke imagine of the reader being plus size and she struggles with self esteem issues, Luke is there to help and guide her?

Just the Way You Are

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: Body image talk, body insecurity

Word Count: 750

A/N: Thanks so much for the request!

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The morning had started out like any other Saturday. You woke up to the sun shining brightly through the white, silken drapes of your and Luke's shared bedroom. His side of the bed had long gone cold and you could hear him puttering around downstairs in the kitchen. Luke couldn't sleep past nine in the morning; he was too eager to get up and have his coffee.

You pushed yourself out of bed and walked over to the dresser. Even though you were getting up for the day, you would prefer to have something comfy to wear for a day at home with Luke. On top of the dresser was a pile of clean laundry, with your boyfriend's gray sweatpants folded perfectly on top.

You smiled to yourself as you grabbed them. Luke's clothes were so soft and carried his familiar scent no matter how many times they were washed. You pulled them on and then paused, observing yourself in the mirror. Luke's sweatpants were tight on you. Your 6'4" boyfriend's clothes were too tight on you.

Peeling the pants off in disgust, you threw them into a crumpled pile in the corner. You didn't want to look at them, didn't want to think about the way your body just wasn't right. In your eyes, you were too big, too heavy, too curvy, too much. You immediately ran back to bed, huddling under the covers and squeezing your eyes shut tight.

In your cloud of sadness and insecurity, you didn't hear the bedroom door open. Luke walked in, ever the ray of sunshine he was.

"I heard you were up and thought I'd bring you your coffee. One vanilla latte coming...babe?" he trailed off, his cheerful voice suddenly sad as he heard you cry.

"Don't want it," You mumbled miserably. "Too much sugar."

Your boyfriend placed the mugs on his nightstand, sitting down beside your burrito blanket on the bed. "What's going on, honey? Are you sick?"

"No." You sobbed.

"What's going on, lovely? Hmm?" Luke rubbed your blanket-covered side gently.

"Your stupid pants." You huffed.

You knew it sounded silly when said aloud, but that's how you felt. You had been in an amazing mood until you put on those sweatpants.

"You're going to have to elaborate on that a bit, babe." Luke chuckled.

"Do you think I'm fat?" You asked bluntly.

"What?" Luke's face dropped in shock. "Baby. Baby, no. Absolutely not. You are my perfect girl, no matter what you look like."

You curled closer to him, huddling into his side. "Tell me the truth."

"I absolutely am. I would never, ever lie to you, my love. You are beautiful just the way you are. No matter your size or shape or the number on the scale. I fell in love with your kindness and beautiful laugh and your love for your favorite things." Luke kissed the top of your head.

"I just feel gross and too big and all wrong." Your sobs had quieted to sniffles, but it was clear you were still extremely upset.

"Oh love," Luke cooed, hugging you tight. "Would you mind telling me what started this? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd like to know how to help."

"I wanted to wear your sweatpants and they were too tight." You mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Sweetie," Luke kissed your hair softly. "I love you no matter what you look like. I'm sorry my pants made you so upset, but you know you're beautiful just the way you are, right?" he looked into your eyes deeply.

You nodded, snuggling closer. You had always been insecure about your body, but the way Luke was talking about you in this moment made you feel like maybe it was okay. If someone as beautiful as him loved you, surely that meant you were beautiful too.

"Thank you," You sniffled. "I really needed that."

"Of course, my love. I want you to come talk to me when you're upset, and I want you to understand just how beautiful you are," Luke wrapped you in a tight hug, swaying side-to-side while peppering your face with kisses. "Now, would you like your coffee, darling?"

You nodded eagerly, making grabby hands for the mug. The way you felt about yourself right now wasn't perfect, but that was okay. Luke had helped you see just how beautiful you were, so for now, you were content to be just the way you were.

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fayamn · 11 months

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Feedee or Feeder: Bridget

This is two scenes with Bridget from Guilty Gear as a feedee or a feeder. Gender neutral reader.

Feedee Bridget

E-Easy as pie...! Ayayay... I'm so full... It's fine I can count on you to prepare my food without the stuff I dislike... Yeah, you know it! Bitter herbs and shiitake mushrooms, bleh... It's not like there is space for that between the sweets and the greasy food huh? It's no good, you're filling me on quite the unhealthy diet... Don't you worry about that, I love all of it. The food, the extra weight, the attention... You just have to accept you've made it hell for me to find cute clothes, meanie! Wait! No fair! You can't threaten me with giving me less food! I know you enjoy this at least as much as I do. And you can't deny it, I almost have the imprint of your hands on my belly by now. All right feed me more, I really want to make my wasted bounty hunting career worth every single pound.

Hmph! Wait! Too fast! My limit? I'm just getting started! You're too eager, my cuteness requires you to be more gentle and - UuurRrrp! Oh... That wasn't very professional of me... Not that there much professional left on display here, except professional eater. And professional cutie of course, you're right. Hmmm... I know you wanted me to keep the handcuff hula-hoop around my waist until my absolute limit... Well... It's now... Oh, I'm dizzy... It's too tight, help me remove it! Hmmm... Aha! Much better! Behold! Unleashed lard! Oh I look so much fatter without that pressing in... I know there's no way I'm ever putting it back on, you're making sure of that - umf! Right Now by schtuffing my fache even - ulp! More. You can wait between two sentences you know, I'm not going anywhere! Urp...

Slow, huh? Of course look at what a blimp you made me! I'm short too, so my BMI shot through the roof... And I'm definitely not burning calories and yo-yo tricks and moving... Don't tell me you think those clumsy weak fat hands are for holding anything more than junk food now! And my flabby legs are for jumping around, I'm not getting an inch off the ground. I'm not even getting off my butt most of the time anyways. Hmph! Woopsies! Oh yeah that was definitely my skirt... Appropriate that my butt ruined it when I was talking about it. It's okay don't bother trying to retrieve it now, no spelunking of my fat rolls until you're done feeding me. Going easy on me? Does it look like I can't take it? Keep the calories coming, I need more belly to cover any indecent parts, and to have more of the cutest thing around~

UuuUurrrRrpp!... Oof! How's this? Okay now I'm reeaaally getting stuffed... Which means... Time to get your hands on my gut. How yeah it's huge and soft and heavy? You bet, I only have the biggest and fattest belly around. So, happy to have engorged, fattened, plumped me this much? Reaching down for the skirt? Good luck digging it out, I'm not budging while you're all up on me, it's too good. Hehe, got you! Did I fluster you pushing your head in my belly fat? S-Stop! You're making me blush~ Ah, your hands feel so good yes! Knead my plump fat dough, I'm so stretched from the stuffing but there is too much blubber on top you can even barely feel it. And what I'm digesting now is gonna make me so much fatter than now, a poor little obese thing that is filling our couch.

Now now, help me get up! I want to lie down, and we're gonna have a way better time in the bedroom anyways. Haaa... Haaa... And I'm up, aha! Huff... Look what I can do! I can stand, I can waddle... Enjoying the show of my gut reaching my thighs? You better, it's not going anywhere. What? No, I'm not jumping, I'm already tired!... Fine, I wanna try too. And... Whao! What happened? I didn't leave the ground did I? But that noise the planks made... That was scary. I better go to the bed before I break something. Well, might break the bed soon given how I'm overfed like a piggy. Aaah, finally! I'm not the nimble thin cutie I used to be... Now I'm a ton more cute~ Well, not yet. You know what? That little walk freed some space in my stomach that requires a snack...

Feeder Bridget

Whoever you are, welcome to the show! Too slow! Whoop, caught ya! Too easy! Mind holding yourself right in my yo-yo string for a while? Let me give your face a good look. Oh, you're cute... But I'm way cuter. And also I don't have a bounty on my face, meanwhile you have, and I'm going to be the one who claims it. You're not going to resist if I unbind you? Yeah, would have guessed you'd try and be a pain in my butt. Guess it's time for plan B then. Or F, for Fattening. Oh yeah, I've tried it before, it's effective at pacifying baddies like you. Oh, I wouldn't? Don't underestimate the cute ones! You already did, that's why you're bound and on the floor, and you're the one of us that is going to be morbidly obese and all docile soon. How's that? Woo boy... I'm definitely going to prefer you with cheeks too puffed up to protest.

Of course I'm prepared for that, I gotta admit it's super fun. How about a treat? Take this! Here we go! The little candy I made you swallow is just gonna make you fat. How did I get that? Money can get you a lot. Looking plushier already. And it's just the beginning! My yo-yo string is starting to feel snug huh? Don't worry, you won't break it, it's pretty solid. Not soft, unlike what you're getting. What's this, getting tubby aren't you? Ripping? Oh, that's your clothes, still not my yo-yo. Let me check those legs... Yeah should be fine, those are soft and plump now~ Here's a bonus! I should have told you before, but the fat forms by reducing your muscles, so you're gonna feel extra weak. And you're gonna feel that because you'll be. As soft and weak as a plushie!

Here you go. Get going! You're free! Are you even trying? Just kidding of course. must be so hard to be obese and weak now. Aha, you're waddling already? Out of breath... Come on, you're not that fat. You're still squeezed in your clothes! Although that's not an outfit I'd be going outside with. Huh, you're kidding me? So not cute, I'm glad I made you ruin it with lard. Too bad there aren't any cute outfits that's going to fit you once I'm done fattening you up. You thought it was over? Not done yet~ The first candy did well, but I'm sure you're gonna try something, you're not fat enough! Want some more? No? Come on, you'll love this! Oh of course it's too much. I don't know the meaning of quit. And you just had not to act tough. Aren't you happy you're given attention and a new body?

Here it goes! You're growing again! Aww, it's already too late for escaping... How slow do you waddle? My casual walking outpaces you. Aaah, giving up, that's more like it. Or is it the lack of muscles in your legs now with the extra blubber to lug around? Oh you're so tired. You're done! Just as your clothes, geez. It's so indecent... Luckily you have a natural apron to hide your crotch huh? Might have to roll you in now. I hope they'll recognize you with your bounty poster, because that lard has made you quite the disguise. I guess we'll find out when we get there. What's that look? Embarrassed? I mean, you should be, you're a bloated fatty standing in the shreds of your former clothes, just for being caught for your bounty by the cutest bounty hunter there is.

There! Come here... Oh, you won't move now? How frustrating! What can I do... It's not my first bounty not cooperating after extreme obesity you know? And I know exactly what to do with a piggy your size. Aww, blushing? Read you like a book. You're enjoying this, all of this, right fatty? Come on, you like having a cutie like me groping you, teasing you? What a wonderful thing I did to engorge you like you're cattle, don't you think? I'll charge up your batteries for you to walk, a massage of your massive body will be enough huh? Let me press right there... Aww, what a cute burp. Good, I'm sure you're going to enjoy it. I might give you a treat too if you beg enough. And if that's not enough to make you follow me, I guess I'll have to drag you in with my yo-yo string around your neck like a leash. Are you ready? Because I sure am!

#faywrites #Feedee or Feeder #trans feedee #trans feeder #bridget best girl

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writer-in-theory · 1 year

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Hi! So uh, this isn't edited at all. I wrote it on the fly and like, I'm half asleep. BUT! I saw you said you're sad and well, I'm that same anon that asked about prompts a while back. I don't expect you to answer this at all. It's wayyyy too big to post to your blog. That's just, cuckoo bananas. I just don't like seeing people sad. So like, random act of kindness type thing. Yah know? Anyway, hope this cheers you up a little? Maybe? Sorry it's so shit! 😂 but it's something!

“I’m miserable,” Eddie’s voice is just a mumble over the phone. His tone matches his words, defeated.

“What? Why?” Steve’s driving home, squinting through his windshield as rain pours down, wipers not doing much.

There’s a long sigh, Steve thinks he can hear an echo. Eddie must be in the bath. That’s how he knows it was bad. Eddie only ever takes baths on really very bad days.

“Well,” Eddie starts, and sure enough, Steve can hear the splash of water as Eddie moves in it. It’s long winded, Eddie’s explanation, takes a lot of detours because Eddie can never just say things straight. He slept past his alarm. 7Eleven didn’t have yellow Red bull, so he had to settle for regular or die drinking sugar-free. When he got outside it was pouring buckets and he slipped in an oil puddle, lost his breakfast sandwich. Ripped the thigh of his jeans in the process. When he got in his van the sunroof was leaking, leaking down into his new pack of cigarettes. When he went to drink his Red bull it exploded on him. Was extremely late to work and was made to do inventory in the back because he, ‘couldn’t be seen on the floor looking like that.’ “Which, like, whatever Jessica, she was wearing crocs with fishnets. Seriously. So, like, what’s the real crime here?”

“Eddie,” Steve chides, grins anyway.

“Really though, Steve. Anyway,” He takes another deep breath. Goes on about how when he went to put in his AirPods, so he didn’t have to sit in silent torture all day, they weren’t connecting. Which, wasn’t surprising because he phone had busted under the weight of his, ‘not so fat ass’ falling down on it. So, silent torture it was. Then, when he got off work he had therapy, which he was more than relieved to actually go to. He needed to vent. Only, when he got there he had, “bumped into your ex.”

“Tommy?” Steve asks and Eddie groans.

“Billy.”

“Oh.”

“He apparently goes to the same therapist as me. He says ‘hi,’ by the way. Wants to ‘catch up’ with you or whatever.” He’s mumbling again, “Does he drive a classic Camaro?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Asshole,” Eddie tried to say it quietly but Steve heard it none the less. Steve could imagine it. Could see Eddie all dirty, torn clothes, hair clumped up from the Red bull, come face to face with, “He looked like a damn Greek god. Smug, too.” Steve can hear the sneer in Eddie’s voice.

“Don’t worry about him. I’m not interested in catching up. Have you eaten?” There’s a long silence, and Steve can actually hear the loud grumble that emits from Eddie’s stomach. The mention of food probably igniting something in him.

“Big Mac large with a Dr. Pepper and six-piece chicken nuggets, honey mustard. Want an apple pie?”

Eddie stays silent and Steve knows what that means, “And an apple pie,” Steve says, “You finish up your bath, put on my big comfy robe, you know the one that you always steal?” Steve always acts so annoyed by it but he secretly loves it, knows Eddie knows that too, “put on The Fellowship of the Ring, get nice and cozy. I’ll do your hair tonight while you eat.”

Through the silence Steve can hear a small sniffle. It breaks his heart.

“I love you, Eddie,” Steve says, puts his car in park.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“Hold tight, I’ll be home soon,” They say their goodbyes.

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Steve doesn’t just come home with a big bag full of McDonalds. He comes home with a bouquet of sunflowers and big colorful gerbera daisies and two great big Cinnabon cinnamon buns.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie pauses the movie as soon as Steve walks in. He’s leaning forward on the couch, eyes glittering as he looks over the Cinnabon bag. It’s of course not literally Wayne but the next best thing Steve could get him. Eddie had told him once that on rare occasions Wayne would have a night off. Which always meant he could take Eddie to school in the morning, dropping by Cinnabon to grab a quick super indulgent breakfast.

“Fuck, you’re the best,” Eddie says, gets up to help Steve get everything together. Only, Steve gently pushes him back down onto the couch.

“Watch your movie. I’ve got this,” Steve says. With a little hesitation Eddie does as he he’s told and watches as Steve sets the coffee table up for him. He lays out his food and settles the flowers in a vase. From there he makes a cozy little nest of pillows and blankets on the ground between the coffee table and the couch. Eddie shifts down into it easily as he starts to dig into his food.

Steve knows how easily Eddie forgets to feed himself. Always ends up like a wild animal by the end of the day, shoving food in his mouth like he’s never eaten before and doesn’t know when he’ll eat again. Steve settles behind him, wraps his arms around his shoulders, nuzzles his nose through the thick curtain of damp hair and kisses at his neck. Eddie turns his head, looks at Steve. He’s got a mouthful of burger and a fry in his hand and Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, picks up a little bit of Big Mac sauce as he does. He doesn’t care, just licks his lips clean of it.

“That was kind of gross,” Eddie remarks after he swallows, a smile on his face regardless.

“Eh, I suck your dick, so,” Steve shrugs. Eddie nods, gives a look that says, ‘fair enough’ before shoving the fry in his mouth.

“I need a real one,” Eddie says around the fry.

“Real what?” Steve asks and Eddie points at his lips. Steve just smiles and leans down, presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. It’s been years and yet, each time still feels like the first for Steve. Electricity flowing from his lips down to his heart, sparks popping over his skin. He pulls back, opens his eyes before Eddie. Eddie’s just frozen, head pressed back against Steve’s thigh. Eddie takes in a deep breath and slowly his eyes open, focus on Steve. Big brown eyes and they hold so many thoughts. Steve thinks the only one right now being ‘Love’.

“I think I’m going to start prepping breakfasts and lunches for you,” Steve says and watches as Eddie’s eyes glaze over. Thinks they’re now saying, ‘adore’.

“I’d like that,” Eddie says and Steve kisses him again.

They spend the rest of the night watching the movie. Steve settled behind Eddie. He’s working through Eddie’s hair. It’s a long process of different products. Conditioner, curl cream, a special brush that he has to twirl the hair on and over. He’s methodical with it. Takes his time, goes slow and gentle. Halfway through Eddie’s a puddle in his lap, dozing in and out of sleep. When he’s done he’s gently crunching up the newly made ringlets with gel. Takes one of Eddie’s black silk hankies and wraps his hair up in it.

Steve’s careful, so careful, to not wake Eddie. He slips his arms down, picks him up bridal style and moves him to the bed. He’d set it up the way Eddie likes it the best. He’s got every one of their fluffy comforters on it, makes a big nest in the middle of the bed. When he settles Eddie down in the middle of it he grabs their biggest fuzziest faux fur blanket and tosses it over him. When he turns to go and clean up Eddie whines, reaches out a hand and Steve turns to take it.

“Stay,” Is all Eddie says and Steve thinks that clean up can wait until tomorrow. Without hesitation he strips down and settles himself into the nest with Eddie.

There’s only a bit of shifting before they end up in Eddie’s favorite position. The one he likes to call, ‘Steve Bearrington.’ Which is just Eddie being the big spoon but likes to think of it more as Steve being his own personal teddy bear.

Eddie can’t say that he’d ever want another day like this, but if he can spend every night being spoiled by Steve Harrington, he thinks it’s more than worth it.

Sorry I posted this so late, I ended up wanting to hold onto it for awhile and re-read it about a dozen times. It's so so sweet and definitely helped me through some rough days, so thank you very much for sharing this with me 💜

Also your choice of Eddie's comfort meal is literally perfect and I love it.

#ask jay #anon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 10 months

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Found 0.25 I missed earlier. Except then I had to reload the game and i only picked up 0.22 the second time.

SCAB LEADER - "You here to fuck with us? Beat the honest worker down?"

"Why should I?"

"Yes."

"No."

SCAB LEADER - "We're here to fight for a cause. Stripes usually have problems with people who have *causes*."

"Oh, then yes."

SCAB LEADER - "Hah! Couldn't handle us. A cause gives the workers strength. Gives them power." He bellows at the gates: "We have -- A RIGHT TO WORK!"

"Besides, we're not that different." He leans closer. "It helps if people see us talking -- cops and strikebreakers together. Shows authorities are on our side. Builds confidence."

"What kind of a cause are we talking about?"

"I don't *think* I've chosen any sides yet."

"Regardless, I have some questions for you." (Proceed.)

"Uh. I'll be going now." [Leave.]

SCAB LEADER - "Rights of people. Rights of workers. To have gainful employment. To make a salary and feed their families."

2. "I don't *think* I've chosen any sides yet."

SCAB LEADER - "Might be time. Don't let the fat bastards tread on you. Cops tend to side with the higher-ups, but you're essentially still *workers*."

"I don't trust cops, but... I can see you understand the --" He raises his voice and chants: "RIGHT TO WORK! RIGHT TO WORK!"

3. "Regardless, I have some questions for you." (Proceed.)

SCAB LEADER - "Maybe you should ask *them* the questions, like why we're not allowed to make a living here?" He bellows to the gates: "SHAME ON YOU!"

"We have families to feed, you piece of shit!" He points his finger at the man sitting on the railing.

CALL ME MAÑANA - "So do we, scab!" the loitering man hollers in return.

"I want to get into the harbour too."

"What is a *strike*?

"Who are all these strikebreakers?" (Look around.)

"What exactly is your goal here?"

"I'm just going to leave now."

SCAB LEADER - "Have fun." He snorts. "Union shits are on full strike. Don't think they're going to let you through the gates. You trying to meet their fat boss?"

"I'm interviewing people about a murder that took place here. Behind the hostel-cafeteria there."

"This is an official matter, not to be discussed with outsiders."

SCAB LEADER - "I know nothing about a murder." His reply is snappy and terse.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - The mention of a killing sends a barely noticeable shiver of tenseness through him. Interesting...

"Absolutely nothing?"

"Why so tense?"

SCAB LEADER - "What are you talking about? I'm not tense."

COMPOSURE - Yes, he's tense.

That isn't even a check.

SCAB LEADER - "RIGHT TO WORK!" He again shakes his large fist, then turns back to you. "It's shameful, cops doing nothing. You should bring backup, open the gates for us. Blockading gainful employment for workers is a *crime*."

"I don't know..."

"This really isn't my area of expertise."

"Sure, why not?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "We're not picking a side in this just yet, sir."

SCAB LEADER - "Pity." He turns around and bellows at the gates: "LET US WORK!"

2. "What is a *strike*?"

SCAB LEADER - "When a bunch of ungrateful, lazy cockroaches can't get their act together. Decide to block honest work for other people." He shifts uncomfortably in his worker's overalls.

"What do the strikers want?"

SCAB LEADER - "Beats me. They mumble nonsense about *board rooms* and *workers' rights*. While we --" he raises his fist and starts shouting again, "-- HAVE THE RIGHT TO WORK!"

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - There's something odd in the way he carries himself. His set of clothing looks vaguely mismatched. The different pieces of the attire seem ill-fitting.

Ill-fitting... what does that mean?

Ignore the discrepancy.

COMPOSURE - His shirt is far too small and an unpleasantly tight fit. While the overalls, held up by a belt, seem to fit a man with much *more* corpulence.

"You wearing new clothes?"

Ignore the discrepancy.

SCAB LEADER - He ignores your question, choosing instead to turn to the emaciated workers -- raising both fists in the air. The clothes are obviously not his.

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - Silence is the answer. There's something off here but he won't say what.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - You've been talking to him for quite a while now -- something is off with this guy. Ask him where he's from.

We'll come back to that question.

4. "Who are all these strikebreakers?" (Look around.)

SCAB LEADER - "Honest men and women. With rights -- to work. To be useful. Not toys for corporate interests." The man runs a hand through his steadily graying military haircut.

"We came here to help the harbour run smoothly in time of crisis. If Union fucks don't want work, they ought let in those *WHO DO WANT WORK*."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I have a question." The lieutenant looks him in the eye. "Why do all these men follow your leadership?"

SCAB LEADER - "You think they follow because I'm big and loud? No, they follow the rules of the market. The rules of the economy. Because they were --" he starts bellowing, "-- GIVEN A JOB TO DO."

5. "What exactly is your goal here?"

SCAB LEADER - "We were promised work." He points to the gates. "We'd be in there -- WORKING -- if the bastards hadn't shut the gates."

"And you are unable to breach the entrance?"

"Okay, I wanted to discuss something else."

SCAB LEADER - "Main gate's locked -- would take *heavy ordnance* to bust it open. Could try to get in through the secretary's office." He points up the stairs. "Door's locked. The guard's blocking the way to the access panel."

"And I don't mean the scrawny Mesque punk either." He points at the dockworker idling on the staircase. "I mean Head-Measurer -- or whatever he is."

"Wait -- *Head-Measurer*?"

"Have you considered storming in? Like, all of you?"

"Why don't you just *talk* to them?"

SCAB LEADER - "Huge Semenese guy standing up there on the overhead passage. Won't let anyone by. The access panel is right behind him."

"How bad could one guy be? You seem capable."

SCAB LEADER - "Bad." The man glares at you. "Standing on a narrow bridge, he's got a strategically advantageous position. And he's trained."

"I don't know how the Union has a trained killer up there, but that one's no joke. And my men are tired. And hungry. They're WORKERS, not fighters."

"Have you considered storming in? Like, all of you?"

SCAB LEADER - "Why don't *you* go arrest them instead? I'm sure they've done plenty of criminal shit, they have *that look*."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It would be better -- for the neighbourhood -- if you went home. At least for now. If you can't get in anyway."

SCAB LEADER - "No. They will give up eventually. Or get drunk. Leave the button unguarded. Then we charge." The man rubs his jaw -- a perfect, lightly bearded square wedge.

"Okay, I gotta ask. Where exactly are you from?"

SCAB LEADER - "What's it to you?" Deep-set suspicion drips from every syllable.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #scab leader

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whispersfromlolita · 1 month

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I went to work in the library and went to the bathroom with a friend there. I told her I couldn't believe my jeans used to be tight on me (they're super loose now after losing some weight) she said "oh really? they fit you so well now"

Thing is I knew I needed to lose weight and I knew I looked bad when I was bigger, so her saying that, confirms that I looked so bad but people didn't say anything.

Now when I look at myself and I see my progress I feel so happy that I'm sticking to this diet, that I'm doing the work. I decided a while ago that I wasn't going to be this fat girl crying on the floor of her bedroom because she's not as beautiful or as thin as the girls I see on model blogs or Instagram pictures or whatever. The point is I wanted to be one of those girls, I want people to scroll or page through something and see me, wearing beautiful clothes and looking gorgeously skinny. I know I can do it too. So I will do it and I won't stop until I reach my goal.

#diary #girlblogger #girlblogging #500 cals #ed no sheeran #tw ed diary #@na vent #rant post

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kookscrescent · 3 years

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A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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(2/2) Sanji Vinsmoke (Smut Warning!)

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She is a thot and you want to cuff (Huh?) She-She is a thot and you want to cuff (Huh?)

The water that was sliding down your throat ever so softly, happened to be caught and then hard to swallow when Sanji decided to say that sentence.

"Huh...?"

Sanji's face kinda faltered as he sighed, just shrugging a little. He'd done something kinda wild, well it's not necessarily wild for someone's boyfriend to buy them things but you aren't used to clothing items..

"I brought you a dress... and I just know you'll like it... I know you'll look gorgeous in it too.." Sanji was firm in his wording, just really wanting you to at least feel happy in your body just a little.. Yeah.. he definitely figured out the problem that was being slipped under his nose... and eyes for that matter.

Sanji also looked to Nami for explanations. As much as she wanted to keep it under wraps, Sanji seemed so distraught. She also knew you would take years to speak on the issue..

"Where is it.." you mumbled out, fiddling with your water bottle as your eyes gazed to the floor. Sanji's words always made you feel.. lifted. Though they could never push you over the edge.. so instead of wanting to feel that.. you decided you'd suck it up...

Sanji's funny, but cute eyebrows had raised up a little as you asked that. He himself almost forgot where he put the dress. Though he remembers putting it on the table in your closet. Your closet was adorable, it had an island in the middle that held your purses and jewelry.

"In the closet..." Sanji's face started to light up ever so gently when he told you where it was. Your form disappearing from his vision as you went upstairs... honestly Sanji couldn't believe it.. he just knows he's going to die when he sees you in it..

His heart was racing just like the first time he'd seen you..

(Sanji went to McDonald’s for Luffy…)

"Your total is $50.75 sir..."

"Oh my, you're beautiful ~~~!"

"Are You Ight...?"

That happened to be the most one sided conversation ever... you both were quite different. You both are still different in a sense, but definitely not as far apart. The both of you are in love with each other.. and seeing you come down those stairs slowly with those black heels and that dress that stuck to you like peanut butter... his nose started to bleed..

"I-.. I actually like it.." you whispered out to him as you tried covering your breasts just a little. Staring at Sanji who happened to be blushing like mad. His eyes continuing to stare oh so lovingly at you and your figure... he just had the urge to touch and give you every thing you wanted.

"I told you... you're just.. beautiful... beautiful in everything..."

"Sanji..-"

"No... really... now may I please have the opportunity to show you off..?" Sanji's voice almost sounded like a purr. Standing up, he'd walked over to you ever so gently and you watched with your lips parted. His lips pressing gently on the back of your brown skinned hand. It was always pretty to see his lighter hand against yours... not to mention how his hand was Damn hot.. hand kink maybe...?

"Let me take you to the restaurant... like we were supposed to do the other week..."

As much as you loved this dress, were you ready to leave the house with it? You felt as if Sanji set you up kinda, he was standing here looking scrumptious ... and now, he has you standing here radiating the same energy... there was no excuse now...

"You sneaky lil boy..." you grumbled playfully as you tried to hold back a smile, pointing at Sanji as he started to softly smile. Of course he knew he was sneaky... only to make you happy though...

"Fine... I'll go..."

"(Y/n)-swannnnn~"

"Mhm..."

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The place of course was beautiful, it's Sanji's restaurant. The place was filled with so many people that your anxiety was rushing towards the top. So many people were also staring because you were hand in hand with Sanji. The owner of the restaurant.. the 5-star restaurant.

Swallowing your nerves, Sanji squeezed your hand gently. Causing you to look up at him as you both were sat at the best table. The water was pretty, you could see it as you sat gently with Sanji.. the man who was inching his hand over to you... it was odd to feel his hand on your thigh, but you decided to touch his bigger hand. That definitely caught him off guard, his eyes kind of widened, especially when you gently leaned your head against his shoulder.

Sanji's love language is exactly this, being able to touch and caress every curve.. every imperfections you hate... he will definitely love.

"I know you like (f/f)... do you want that (y/n)-Chan..?" It was odd how Sanji still remembered such a little thing. You loved (f/f) and especially from his restaurant because the cooks were amazing. At the same time though, you really didn't want to add any more weight to yourself..

The look on your face was obvious to Sanji and oh so suddenly he looked sternly at you when you had removed your head from his shoulder.

"You can eat... and if you don't I'm taking the lace back."

"*gasp* you Ass-.."

"Get the food and eat it." Sanji said simply and honestly, this was the most serious you've seen him. He threatened to take your wig back, like come on he's serious... All you could muster up was a little mumble but Sanji gave you this look... he was really serious about you eating.. and it was kinda hot.

Of course though, minutes later, you were served your (f/f) and it tasted like heaven. At the same time though you were kinda quiet because of Sanji.. he's just trying to love you and the fact is.. you weren't letting him.

So today you were going to do something you'd never done before.. it's a new page.

Putting your utensil down, you gently cupped Sanji's face. He kinda widened his eyes and he could feel your acrylics.. he loved them a lot.. his favorite color is just plain white by the way..

Anyways, he could smell your gentle scent as you got closer and your lips were a centimeter from his ear. To be honest he felt himself already getting heated for nothing... though he couldn't help it.

"I love you... and thank you fa dealin with me...I can't really give you anything but... I could give ya dessert..." the air tickled his ear as he listened to your erotic whisper. Watching as you moved away and let go of his chin. Smiling at him once more before continuing to eat like you've done nothing...

Oh you've sparked fire..

The rest of the date was soft and romantic, it consisted of Sanji wanting to devour you right then and there.. but you obviously refrained that. Taking a little sip of that wine that was offered to you. God you looked irresistible, your back just arched so well and your thighs spread like butter when you sit down... that's talent.

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The ride home was quiet, a soft quiet, the aura was quite tense though. The way your heart was racing was like a person on a broken rollercoaster. The feeling of Sanji's hand against the smol of your back when you both walked into the house was more of a warning.. the warning that this was going to get a bit messy.

"Sanji!" You gasped out in surprise.

Feeling the air swift past you, it's just something you couldn't believe. Sanji just picked you up...

The blonde simply threw you over his shoulder and he even carried you up the stairs.. your legs slightly flailing as your heels were being taken off by him. You could see them in the hallway when he passed by them. The destination being the bedroom, and that wasn't far... he stepped through the frame and in seconds you were plopped on that bed.

"Sanji are you crazy!?" You spoke with shock, just kind of propping yourself up with your elbows. Staring into the male's much darker orbs. Immediately shutting up when you saw him loosen his tie with his slender finger. Staring you down with the energy of a bull. The tie being slid off and dropped to the floor..

"I want my dessert now (y/n)-swan..." Sanji gently teased, his hands taking your ankles and gently slid you downwards towards him so you could be at the edge of the bed. You legs being lifted and your dress being slid up to your waist... all you could think was that Sanji was going to gag..

This man was going to see the stretch marks and the odd fat... and.

Actually... he was at loss of words... his nose actually started to bleed too... though he wiped it away. He didn't want to pass out now.. no...

"May I please.. continue (y/n)...?"

"Mhm..." humming this, you were amazed and surprised at the fact that he still wanted to continue.. what you failed to realize is that Sanji loved your thickness... and he wanted to bite a chunk..

Getting your consent, Sanji felt this rush of excitement. Pushing your thighs forward with his hands and your knees were now to your chest. Feet dangling in the air as you saw Sanji slowly start to go down... where was he going...?

The sudden cold air hitting your soft, pussy lips that weren't like anything he'd seen before honestly. Though they looked like soft brown marshmallows.. your panties hitting the ground as you let out a loud gasp. Throwing your head back from the wet feeling of Sanji's tongue.

"..My ..god-..." Sanji heard those two words from your throat, his smirk not visible to you but you could sense it. He literally had his tongue lick up your slit.. something you thought would never happen to you. It was so overwhelming.

"Ngh! Sanji! S-Slow down, baby..." you whimpered out, your eyes staring down at the blonde. His eyes staring right back at you... he could taste every inch of you, your juices were leaking all on his goatee. Your brown thighs enclosing him... he didn't care... he didn't care if he couldn't breathe..

Though this was technically your doing, as much as it hurt to let him see your body.. you've finally let him and now he's a cheetah... a lion.. a tiger.. anything but Sanji right now.. especially since you teased him in his own restaurant.. wearing the tight dress and those heels.. he'd just do anything to see your pretty (e/c) eyes rolling back because of him.

The feeling of his lips sucking gently at your folds, caused the pit of your stomach to form butterflies. Just staring up at the ceiling when you relaxed.. tried to at least.

His nails somewhat digging into your hips, it may have felt harsh but you liked the feeling. Being unable to move anywhere else just showed how dominant he wanted to be tonight. Your hand slowly sliding down as you slipped your fingers through his blond locks. Gripping at his hair ever so gently.. simply trying not to hurt him.. but the way he was passionately kissing at your pussy was sending you off the edge.

The lewd slurping sounds echoing as your toes curled, panting out loudly.

"You taste like heaven, (n/n)..." Sanji purred out, the vibrations of his talking giving you this shock of pleasure. He could hear the soft jiggling of your anklet near his ear. He remembered buying that for you... it simply says : S + (your initial).

The power he held was starting to make you twist and turn, trying to move away from his grasp. The dress being such a cockblock at the moment. You just wanted to see him a bit more so you took the rest of it off... eagerly.. Your breasts being shielded by the bra you had on.

"S-Sanji-.. fu-..Fuck... right there, m'gonna cum.. m'gonna cum~..."

Your gasping and pleads weren't making Sanji push away either. His tongue slipping inside of you for the thousandth time as he felt your pussy pulse and ache for something more to push you over that edge. His slender fingers sneakily prodding at your entrance. The slick and wetness of your pussy just made it so easy to slip a finger in. This causing you to jolt and your body shook with a pleading sound.

Sanji could tell your orgasm was here, the tight hold on his finger making him smirk against your lips.

"F-Fuck... don't touch-.. touch it anymore.." You whined out, immediately closing your legs when Sanji moved his head from between your legs. Your (e/c) eyes were closed tightly before slowly opening them again, watching as Sanji started to remove his own clothing.

Considering you were at the edge of the bed, you sat up slowly and your pretty face had a little bit of drool on the side of your mouth. Not to mention how your hair was a bit frazzled.

Staring up at him with lust and love, Sanji chuckled and decided to bend down and kiss your glossy lips. The lip gloss still stayed... not surprising... that Broadway is no joke-

The kiss was deep, the taste of your pussy was mixed in with what the two of you had at that restaurant along with cigarette smoke.. an odd combination of things, no lie.. but it was addicting to taste. A little moan releasing from your throat as your kiss started to become sloppy, your tongue swirling around Sanji's as he started to unbuckle his belt.. though what he didn't expect you to do was push his hands away. Your pretty hands slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

Slowly breaking the kiss as the saliva was still connected. Sanji's pants being shuffled down by you as you continued to stare up at him. His eyes in slight disbelief, though more of a blush.. watching you take out his hard cock.. your hand gently wrapping around it as you leaned down more and wrapped your pretty lips around it.

Sanji doesn't know what you do to make them so pretty, that dark lip liner mixed with the lip gloss.... He dies, especially since it's around his cock. His precum making an appearance, but dripping in your mouth already.

Tasting him, he seemed to taste salty more than anything. Moving your hand and slowly sucking him in deeper as you moved your head up and down. Your (e/c) eyes looking up to his softer ones. He just looked so cute and hot, so why not give him the gawk gawk 5000? You may be new to sex itself but you're not that much of a saint.

"A-Ah...s-slow down (n/n).."

The same words you told him, now being said by him... pitiful...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The smell of erotic pleasure turned up to 100%. Your breasts being softly sucked on by Sanji. They were just like Hershey kisses. His hands almost nailing your wrists beside your head as he felt your pussy pulse around him. He deflowered you and now he was going to give you the time of your life..

"Sa-Sanji~... why you so big~..."

The male had to hold his nose because lord knows he couldn't take that. The words and the nasty things you were saying were going to be etched in his brain forever... he just hopes he doesn't think of things like this when he's working... he'll die..

"You have such a naughty mouth my dear..."

"Then spit in it..."

Lord... Nope, Sanji couldn't take it, giving you your first taste of a thrust. Your breath being kicked out of you as your eyes rolled back gently.

"I-... Sanji, keep doin that..." you softly pleaded, your thighs jiggling each time he'd thrust inside of you. Sanji was staring down at his cock continuously disappearing inside you. Watching as you swallowed him just the way he likes it. Call him crazy but he didn't even think of a condom. He didn't want it... he it wanted raw, you wanted it raw...

He needs... quote, needs you to have his babies for sure...

Your breasts was bouncing all wildly when Sanji started to speed up. Your moans not getting any quieter. The bed was being beaten into the wall.. which he'd definitely have to get repaired..

"A-..agh! S-Sanji, daddy-... cum w-with me.. please!"

That nickname slipped from your mouth as your insides clenched around him. Almost trapping him inside as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling Sanji continue to push his way. His loud moans sounded so hot... he was shameless in telling you that this was amazing...

"Damn-... I'm cumming..." Sanji groaned as he watched your pretty eyes once you'd open them again.. the feeling washing over both of you as your nails attached to Sanji's back. Scratching down it with love. The white cum actually overfilling you, a total creamepie... it was so sticky. Your legs trembling a little from the impact.. and you could barely breathe.

Swallowing your butterflies, you figured it was over.. though out of the blue... Sanji was now smoking another cigarette and you just blinked.

"We're not done yet, my beautiful (Y/n)"

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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Mercy ☄

Fem reader X Erwin Smith

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW. 18+ only. Smut. Slight daddy kink and slight degradation.

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You weren't sure exactly what you were doing.

It was as if you were on autopilot; your mind a haze as your heated, desperate body took over - possessed by the succubus demon residing deep within your soul. So much pent up sexual frustration has broken the barrier between your common sense and sheer hysteria. You'd been touch starved for weeks. Your lover far too busy at all times for such interactions. Especially this month with the upcoming expedition. You craved his touch, the firm yet gentle grasping of your flesh and how oh - so - attentive he was to your needs. How he's mapped your body, knowing every single week spot you have an exploiting them with a venomous greed; one nip from his fangs injects you with his own poison, paralysing you with lust.

Yet here you were, tears almost forming in your eyes from how hungry you were for him. For your lover. Who, as you approach the study, is just now behind that solid oak door.

And God, you could go on forever about how magical is cock is. So large and fat, built for nothing but giving pleasure and releasing his own pressures out from his large, testosterone filled sacks. Ones built for impregnation and nothing else. As soon as that large dick pushed its way into you for the first time, you were hooked. The sweetest dose of Heroine known to mankind as his shape dragged against your walls so perfectly, each push of his hips is like a small orgasm within themselves.

And yet... here you were almost a month without him. Your trembling fist ready to alert him of your presence outside of his office. Your thighs squeeze together as your warm, dripping cunt begs to be touched. Your panties stick to you uncomfortably, the thick liquid of your arousal slowly seeping through the cloth as you tap the door with your knuckles.

You don't know if you could take rejection. If he turns you down, you're not sure what you'll do. Scream? Cry? It was anyone's guess. All you know is you don't think you'll survive another night without his knowing invasions of your body.

"Enter."

Even just his low, rumbled voice sends vibrations through the air and between your legs as your breath hitches and you hurriedly enter inside the room.

His head snaps up from his paperwork - as if sensing who it was before locking his orbs onto your form; his thick brows raising in surprise.

"Your name, I wasn't expecting to see you tonight."

Your mouth opens, yet your reply is a choked silence. Asphyxiation entwined your throat as your once well constructed sale's pitch of your body turns to mush at the sight of his large form, the authoritative aura flowing off him and rolling across the room.

You silently close the door, not yet giving up as you approach him, your eyes already watering, begging him for mercy.

He waits patiently, sensing something was obviously wrong.

You crumble. Your plan in smouldering ruins as you slam both hands onto his desk.

"Erwin. I know you're busy. But please... God I need you. Take me. I'm begging you."

He blinks in perplexion for a moment, before his face rests into a smirk. A low chuckle vibrating his broad chest.

"You're that desperate, are you?"

The tone of his voice is a little cold. Cruel even. His own spark of lust igniting behind his ocean blues at the sight of you squirming so needing before him.

Sitting back in his chair, his large legs splay open, the hand that was free from his quill patting his thigh.

"Come. Let daddy make it all better."

Your elation at his words couldn't be hidden as you whimper almost pathetically; scurrying around and straddling his leg, his arm snaking around your lower back and gripping your hip.

"Go right ahead. Use me." He instructs as he refocused on his work.

You didn't care - you were just glad to have something of him; your hands grabbing his leather jacket as you immediately begin to rock your hips against his thigh. The warmth of him seeping up through your material and onto your twitching pussy as you grind, already panting like a bitch in heat. His thick, solid thigh feels so damn good against you, the muscle definition could be felt with easy through the cloth.

Your pleasure builds up pretty quick, your heated face burying into his chest as you whine, knuckles tightening and your breath hitches as his free arm absent mindedly begins to assist your movements.

"Oh, Erwin... Erwin..." you whisper as you glance down and see the buldge in his trousers growing bigger and bigger, snaking down his other thigh.

It's becoming increasingly harder to focus on his work; instead, opting to sit back and enjoy the view of you humping him like a pathetic little dog. Feeling a little pang of mercy, his fingers begin to unbutton your shirt at a painfully slow pace, your entire body aflame and begging to feel his touch.

Eventually he frees your breasts, his large, broad shoulders hunching over as he takes one into his warm mouth - your head throwing back as his wet muscle flicks your nub, sucking and nipping, your rhythm picking up and stuttering.

He removes his mouth, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to you for a moment as he sits back, holding your wrists and pulling your hands onto one of his leather leg straps of his uniform.

"I said use me."

You nod, holding onto the strap like a cruelly place rein on a steed as you use it as leverage to rock harder, his leg slowly raising and lowering you up and down as he watches with a clouded amusement.

"Ah, Erwin... I'm close..." you whine. "P-please, touch me again. Please..."

"You want me that bad, darling?" He sighs, thumbing your nipple.

"Yes!"

Your need for him reaches a critical breaking point.

Without another word, he grabs your hips and lifts you onto the desk with ease - pushing papers onto the floor as if he hadn't just spent all day carefully and meticulously keeping them neat and ordered. His large hand pushes you onto your back and before you could blink, he's pulling off your trousers and soaked panties off your legs - your pussy gleaming, overjoyed he's seeing to your needs.

Taking his two fingers, he slips them into your beckoning entrence, his mouth enclosing onto your clitoris, immediately sucking and assaulting it with his tongue.

Your hands grab at his perfect blonde strands, your climax immediate at his touch. It felt like you were swelling; larger and larger before you imploded.

You weren't sure what left your mouth, but it was something loud - swirling colours and sensations embraced your entirety, your body leaving this world for a few moments as your insides squeeze your lovers digits, filling his palm with a small puddle of your water.

An animalistic growl leaves his vocal chords at the sight of you; a total mess coming undone upon his desk. His tongue rolls over his lip in starvation as he removes himself, fiddling with his trousers and freeing his huge cock.

The smell of his precum snaps your hated attention - you could cry with elation that he was about to push his amazing dick into you.

"Good girl." He mutters as he presses his swollen head against you. "Nice and wet for me."

It's a tight fit as he slowly pushes into you. Your back bends and your mouth hangs into a silent scream as your insides slowly take him, ingesting him like some snake slowly digesting its large prey.

He's not even halfway in as he grunts, fingertips harshly digging into your thighs, head lowering with the overwhelming sensation of you pulling him in.

"You always look so pretty. But you look so much better with me splitting you open like this."

Every single spot within you is being hit, stretched and stimulated as that mystical dick finally is fully in you, pulling and pushing against your internal ridges. The desk begins to clank against the uneven flagstone flooring, but his grunts is all you care to focus on as his hips collide with yours again and again.

"So tight. So perfect, darling. I would never turn you down. All... ah~ all you had to do was ask... I'll gladly see to your needs, my love."

You whimper in response - it's all you can do as his shape pulls and pushes you, dragging along your walls perfectly as usual.

His name leaves your mouth as your eyes roll, the gratifying waves of your second climax faster approaching.

"Where do you want me to finish, darling?" He leans over, sliding his tongue into your mouth for a moment, catching your lips in a tender kiss. "I won't last long this time. You feel too good and it's been too long."

"F-fill me up, Erwin." Your eyes match your pleading tone as he nods, nuzzling into your neck, his tall form covering you with ease.

His pace quickens, hands now on either side of your head as he begins to groan, your orgasm hitting you just as hard as the first - sucking him in deeper. Your walls squeeze so tightly, he's clamped into place, his loud, gruff groan music to your ears as his thick, hot cum collides with your cervix, the huge unloading of Erwin Smith filling you so much so, you're leaking with his mess within moments.

You feel lighter, as if you were floating as you made your way back to your shared quaters, the sweet promise of more later tonight already having you a giddy mess. You were glad you didn't bump into anyone on the way back; your hair a mess and a mark already appearing on your neck. You weren't even sure when he did that.

Once again, you were well and truly fucked into oblivion, your insides sore from his size but already looking forward to later tonight...

#snk #attack on titan #snk imagines #snk season 4 #snk fandom #attack on titan x you #snk headcanons #snk smut #erwin smith #erwin x you #attack on titan erwin #erwin smith smut #snk erwin #erwin x y/n #erwin smut #erwin x fem #snk x reader #aot smut

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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UHMMM EXCUSE ME BUT BOKUTO X ONEE-SAN IS JUST 😳🥵. I'm a different anon from the last one but omg, is it okay to ask more??? Maybe an MSBY Bokuto now or idk what if his onee-san finally gets pregnant (if you're okay with that). Thank yoy so much!

I got like four fics where the reader ends up pregnant I’m definitely fine with writing pregnancy lmao I’ve looked it up so many times I have a notebook of pregnancy symptoms and baby delivery. I do need to start writing down baby names tho bc my computer keeps asking me when I’m expecting

Mission : Corrupting Onee-san ; Bokuto, part 3

Kōtarō was a bit upset a week after the.. incident. You weren’t showing any common signs of pregnancy.

He researched it at least six different times, expecting to match something in your behavior to one of them. Each time he realized you weren’t pregnant, it was hard on you. Well, he was hard on you. Forcing his cock into you while you thrashed and tried to get him off, only to be met with the brick wall that is your little brother. He hardly even noticed you, often off in his own delusions until after he spilled his load into you. Even then, your fucked out face and overstimulated hole always had him raring to go again, this time with his focus on how good you made him feel.

With it being a month into his stay at your house, you wondered if your family would get suspicious about it. When he told you he’d be trying out for the MSBY Black Jackals, it fell into place. That’s why he was staying at your house, with the added bonus of being there if you needed anything. From someone else’s perspective, it would seem like he was a golden child with a heart of gold. In your eyes, you just saw a monster with a goal and determination to see the goal through. Kōtarō never shied from any questions your son had, either. Answering every question quickly and maturely, as if he knew the kid would ask it. He’s able to manipulate you and your son but you can’t do anything to stop him, not when he holds power over you.

Kazuki loves his uncle, his Oji-san a lot. You know he does. He’s always enjoyed visiting your parents’ house to see Kōtarō who would tell him stories, but you find he often lets his adoration for Kōtarō blind him. In his eyes, Kōtarō is a perfect human being and can do no wrong.

“Oji-san?” Kazuki’s little head pops up from under the table. You jump at his sudden appearance, especially if he came from under the table. With Kōtarō having you firmly placed on his lap, you wonder how your son would see the situation.

“Yeah, squirt?” He still smiled at Kazuki, not seeing anything wrong with the situation. Not seeing anything wrong with the way he has a steel grip on your hips and keeps rubbing his hardening cock into your clothed pussy.

“When you both go to bed, why does mommy scream?” Your eyes widen at his question, panicking. How do you answer that? He’s so young—

“Oh! Mommy has some bad nightmares, but it’s okay! I’m there to take care of her!” Kōtarō wraps his arms around your middle, warm hands sliding along your stomach. “Isn’t that right, mommy?”

“Yes, Kōtarō, it—“ your words were interrupted with a shriek, feeling Kōtarō pinch the skin on your hips.

“Mommy, are you okay?!”

“Yes, dear. I’m fine. Uh, daddy just startled me, that’s all.” With the new situation and lack of anyone else, Kōtarō wanted to fully move into the ideal family life. Including his title. Kazuki didn’t bat an eyelash, just nodding and eagerly going to play with his toys. A present from Kōtarō.

“We talked about that, nee-san,” Kōtarō’s breath tickled your ear, a warm tongue licking the shell of it. A shiver went down your spine, feeling his bulge get harder underneath you. “Kazuki needs to see me as a father figure now. Especially since he’ll have a baby brother soon,”

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a boy?”

“I have faith. Need strong boys to protect mommy while daddy’s busy at work,” the talk of you having his offspring has him raring to go, a dark cloud covering his eyes as he ruts up against you. You find yourself face down on the dinner table while Kōtarō eagerly strips off your panties and your jeans. It’s nothing for him to pull his cock out of his sweats, eagerly rubbing the mushroom tip against your folds. Even if your mind and heart don’t want it, that doesn’t stop the slick from pooling into your panties and coating your folds. Your hole is nice and wet for him, ready for his fat cock to split you open.

“Kō, we- we can’t! Zuki-“

“If you keep quiet, he won’t know,” he hisses in your ear, his hand digging into the fat of your ass. It’s a warning to be quiet. Kōtarō usually enjoys your voice, how you scream and beg when he’s filled you to the brim, but now he needs you to be quiet since you’re on the table.

Pushing his cock into you is something he’ll never get tired of. He loves the warm feeling of your cunt and how tight your walls are around him, you’re all sticky and wet, allowing him to slide right in. He doesn’t stop, not for a moment, feeling you holding back your moans as he bottoms out. Even with your hesitance, your body knows he makes you feel good. It has him slapping his hips to your ass while he cages you to the table, pressing you down with his chest. Your nails scratch the table, trying to find something to hold on to when his hands snake up under them, squeezing while he rams into you. It’s enough to squeeze his hands while he brings you to an orgasm, his balls slapping against your clit while your walls squeeze around him, sucking him in.

“K-Kō-chan, I-“

“I’m almost there, hold on, baby,” he whispers, his mouth right next to your ear. You don’t know whether he’s talking to you or the possibility of a child resulting in this, but you find his hips stuttering, a low groan as he stills inside you. Your walls milk him dry, another orgasm as you coat him in your own release. He doesn’t pull out, keeping still inside you while you both come down your high.

“It’s Kazuki’s bedtime. I need to tuck him in,” You break the silence, squirming as the feeling of Kōtarō’s cock in you, and his cum, has become awkward.

“I’ll do it,” he presses a kiss to your hair, removing himself from you. He’s quick to pull your panties and jeans back up, keeping his cum from mostly coming out. “After all, I gotta be a good dad, don’t I?”

With Kōtarō constantly leaving the house for practice with the Black Jackals, he leaves you alone. Taking care of Kazuki was your only chore, really. With Kōtarō earning plenty of money and you having the insurance money from your recently deceased husband and daughter, you were not financially unstable. Most of your money had gone to special pills to prevent pregnancy, making sure you had one each time after Kōtarō spilled inside you. Labeled as vitamins, you easily took them all the time in front of Kōtarō as he didn’t bat an eye. They seemed to work, suspending the pregnancy as each day you turned out and took the test, only one line popping up.

You thought you were safe.

When your vitamins went missing, you didn’t know where to turn. After the table sex and the bedtime routine, you needed those pills. Looking through each cabinet, you couldn’t find it. When you asked Kazuki, he seemed innocent enough. The only possibility was that Kōtarō had found out and taken them out. You had to wait until he returned from practice before you could confront him.

When he finally popped through the door, Kazuki went to go hug him. “Oji-san!”

“Hey, hey, hey! We talked about that, squirt,” a darkness looms in his eyes, but his smile is bright and blinding.

“Sorry, daddy. I’m not used to it,” he looks downright guilty, as if he did something wrong. Kōtarō’s big hand plops on top of Kazuki’s head.

“It’s alright. You’ll get used to it eventually, especially once you have a little brother,”

“I’m gonna have a little brother?!” Bouncing on his feet, Kazuki turned to you. The smile you sported was more of a cringe, but you nodded.

“That’s the plan. Daddy, can we talk?” Kōtarō eagerly follows you, handing a new toy to Kazuki as if he doesn’t have over 20 new toys. Kōtarō doesn’t stop in front of you, rather hugging you close to him as you feel his hardened cock rubbing against your leg. “Kōtarō we need to talk. About serious stuff.”

“If it’s about those Plan B pills, I flushed them down the toilet,”

“Wha- flushed? Those were my vitamins!”

“You aren’t taking anything that risks serious health problems if you don’t take it. Not only that, you’re not under any prescription medications. From now on,” he says, voice low and commanding. Pulling from you, you look into his eyes to see something sinister in them, as if his delusion is becoming tangible. “You’ll be taking what I give to you. No more caffeine, no more wine before bed, yes I know you drink a glass while getting ready, and no more vitamins without my permission. After all, our future is dependent on this.”

With his declaration of claiming you, officially deciding to prevent anything that could stand in his way, you felt sick as you took another test, the single line being joined by a matching one. You couldn’t hide it, you couldn’t throw it away, he’d know the truth regardless. You always showed him negative results, so the test going missing would mean he knew it was positive. Kōtarō waits on your bed — his, too, now — as you weigh your options. With shaky hands, you open the bathroom door as he perks up, his face smiling as if he knew the answer already. With his hair down and still damp from the bath, you see how attractive he is, his muscles flexing as he gets up to see the result. Showing him the plastic piece, he can’t hide his excitement.

“I’m gonna be a dad! You’re gonna be a mommy! Well, we are, but this time for reals!” He’s so excited, it’s easy to find yourself smiling with him, caught up in the excitement. When he puts you down, it’s on the bed and he’s quickly crawling to cage you in. “I say this is cause for a celebration.”

“Kōtarō, what about mom? And dad? And our sisters? They’ll find out eventually, won’t they? We’ll be disowned,” your panicked voice stops him, straddling you as his hand goes to his chin. As if he’s thinking.

“Well, lets just cut ties with them. I’m a member of one of Japan’s Division 1 volleyball teams. I make enough money for us to be stable comfortably, not to mention the money you have from insurance. That way,” he licks his lips, leaning over you again, “I can have you all to myself,”

#bokuto x reader #yandere bokuto #Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto.Spice #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #tw.incest #tw.pregnancy #cw.pregnancy #tw.manipulation #BB.Requests #haikyuu smut

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Yes, ma'am

Pairings | Jimmy Woo x domme!reader

Warnings | smut, gun play, female domme, Dom/sub dynamics, role play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Word count | 1.5k

Summary | Jimmy wanted to try something new

Masterlist

Jimmy sighed, pushing back from the desk as the clicking of heels sounded around the room.

"Here she is, boss." One of his coworkers said, hands clutched tight around your wrists where they were tightly handcuffed behind you back.

Your lips were twisted into a permanent, deviant smirk. Face cold, calculating as you looked Jimmy up and down - the only hint of emotion displaying itself when you traced your lips with your tongue before pulling the bottom one between your teeth.

"Put her in the back room. I'll integrate her." Jimmy dismissed, his own eyes cold as they bore into yours.

You had been at odds with the agent since, well- since a long time ago. He never quite managed to catch you, or even get close for that matter. You were always one step ahead.

Until today.

The chair screamed as you plonked down, the legs scraping over the scratchy floor in a melody of ear-crunching rakes of metal over old marble.

You cringed, leaning out of the officer's way as he attached your cuffs to the table. He scoffed, clearly amused at your compliance after so many years of running and fighting and defying...

Little did he know, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

He left the room with a thud of the door and a pointed look, as if to say 'don't you dare fucking move', even though - let's face it - there isn't really anywhere for you to go right now.

Chained up and locked in a room. You might find the bondage arousing if it wasn't for the hard metal and the fact that, oh yeah, you like to top.

Well, like might be the understatement of the century.

You cleared your throat as the door sprung open again, malice behind the action when Jimmy stepped through.

He sauntered over to the table, shuffling papers and settling his coffee down. Jimmy pulled the seat out and sat down, only looking up when you cleared your throat again.

You couldn't contain your grin at his bugged out eyes.

"H-how did you...?" He cut himself off as he eyed your hands with marvel.

"Get free? Oh, sweetheart, did you really think these," you held up the opened handcuffs and swung them side-to-side tauntingly, "would hold me?" Jimmy swallowed and you grinned.

"I, uh-"

"Aw, are you getting Flustered, Darlin'? Don't worry - I'm only getting started." You smirked, placing your hands on the desk as you pushed yourself to your feet. "Stand up, don't make me ask twice."

You walked across the room, double checking the door was locked before turning around. Jimmy was still in his seat, gaping at you. You arched a brow.

"What did I just say?" He snapped to it, quickly getting up and standing with his hands at his sides. Your tongue snuck out to smooth over your lips as you moseyed closer to him. "Good boy."

Your finger danced over his chest, peaking under his coat before your dragged the material from his shoulders. Jimmy stayed still as stone, ridged and frozen as you dragged the garnet from his body.

As quickly as it came off him, you pulled it over your own shoulders. The jacket was baggy and hung unflattering the from your arms, but you were taunting him.

"Strip. I may have use for you yet." You demanded and you'd never seen a man move so fast.

A blink of an eye and his gun was in your face, aimed straight for your brain. Your eyes flutter up to look at it and your red-painted lips curled into a malicious grin.

"Put your hands in the air, right now." Jimmy breathed haughtily, hands shaking.

"Cute, but not gonna work." You murmured, grabbing his wrist and turning his arm until Jimmy released his hold on the weapon.

You pushed him up to the wall, his arm bent uncomfortably behind his back as you lifted the gun to his head. Jimmy swallowed thickly as the sound of the safety turning off. Click.

"Awhha, and you didn't even have safety off!" You exclaimed. "It's like you want me to win." You commented before shoving it against the back of his head. Jimmy flinched. "Now, you're gonna do exactly as I fucking tell you to, or I shoot you. Got it?"

Jimmy winced again.

"Got. It?" You repeated through clenched teeth.

"Yes!" Jimmy shouted and you pushed him against the wall harder.

"'Yes' what?"

"Yes, ma'am!" You grinned, easing your grin to spin him around.

"Much better." A kiss was placed to his damp cheek before you pushed him to the ground.

You could see him quivering, his thighs shaking as his knees made contact with the cold ground. You waved the gun back and forth, humming in contemplation before settling on an idea.

"You ever sucked someone off before?" You asked and Jimmy frowned.

"W-what?" Jimmy asked, confused.

"I asked if you've ever sucked anyone's dick before." You hummed, gun pressing against Jimmy's head again. He swallowed. You smirked.

"N-no, ma'am." Jimmy whispered and you sighed.

"Hollow your cheeks, breath through your nose, don't gag too much." You rattled off your instructions.

"I-I don't understand-" was all Jimmy got out before the gun parted his lips and made its way into his mouth. You licked your lips at the sight of Jimmy's - spread beautifully around the gun and shiny with spit as he bobbed his head.

For as much as he was resisting, it's like he wanted to do this.

After a little while, you noticed Jimmy was canting his hips into nothing - humping the air as he sucked his own god damn gun.

"Rub yourself off, baby. Go on, make yourself cum." You mumbled, pressing the tip of your boot against his crotch. Jimmy moaned around the metal, long and strained as he began to roll his hips against your foot.

And oh fuck, it felt good. Oh so fucking good, and that feeling alone made Jimmy feel ashamed. He shouldn't like this at all. You loved to see him like this, desperate and needy as he ground against you.

"That's enough." You decided, and Jimmy whimpered as you pulled away. You chuckled, setting the gun down the the table before crouching down before him. Your fingers found their way beneath his chin, tilting his bowed head up so you could meet his eyes. "On your feet."

By the time you'd finished playing around with him, Jimmy was a planting mess. His hair was sticky with sweat and his eyes droopy with lust as you hovered over his achingly-hard dick.

A smug expression settled itself on your face as you lowered yourself onto his cock. You still had his jacket on - the rest of your clothes discarded around the room along with his.

You had put him back into the chair he'd originally sat down in, using the cuffs you'd been locked up in to attach his wrists behind his back before climbing onto his lap.

Once you straddled him, you began to lower yourself down before letting him sit deep inside you.

"You're so big." You moaned, lifting your hips in a slow roll that made his eyes roll back. "Fuck, you feel good." Your fingers traced the lines of his muscles, finding their way to his nipples before you began to pull and pinch at the stiff peaks as you picked up the pace.

Jimmy was a moaning, whining mess as you bounced on his dick - walls clenching teasingly as you felt him throb inside you. Your fingers kept pulling at his nipples, the act surely nothing but painful.

Your teeth nipped at his neck, your aim to leave marks when you kissed against his jaw. Jimmy's arms strained as he fought against the bonds, muscles flexing beneath a soft layer of fat that made him so much more attractive in your eyes.

"Such a good boy, letting my ride your dick. So big for me - fuck, I could stay here all day." You continued to purr dirty nothings into his ear, relishing in the deep moans you were pulling from the man as your pace began to falter.

You came with a cry of his name - the only crack in your facade - before you were collapsing onto his chest. You kept a slow roll, grinding dirtily against Jimmy until you felt him tense.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Fill me up." The words twisted your tongue next to his ear, a filthy whisper that had him groaning through an earth-shattering orgasm.

"F-fuck." He moaned and you hummed. You slid the key for the cuffs from the pocket of his jacket, which still clung to your frame, before reaching around and freeing him. You rubbed his sore wrists before kissing each one softly.

"How was that, baby?" You asked, leaning back to look in his eyes, yet you made no action to get off him. Jimmy smiled dopily as your hands cupped his face.

"It was perfect, thank you." He mumbled and you smiled back.

"Good, I'd do anything for my best boy." You murmured, lips pressing a small kiss to his forehead, his nose, his lips.

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For Jack's birthday - how about sweet little virgin boy (or maybe he's dark and twisted and needs to take it out on someone, I'm up for anything) decides to lose it on his birthday. And... Dean's a sex worker maybe? Unless we need something based in canon in which case I'll gladly send in something else 😉

Who says you can’t be dark and twisted AND a virgin?

Warnings: sex work, unsafe sex, stealthing

Tags: alternate universe – no powers, first time, top!jack, bottom!dean

Jack closes the door behind them.

‘Dean’ strolls right to the bed to unzip his jacket. He cracks the window and pulls the curtains closed. ‘Dean’ throws Jack a smile. Professional as it may be, it’s a good look on him.

Jack smiles back. His hands are clasped behind him, sandwiched between his ass and the door. His heart jackrabbits and the rush of his blood can’t quite decide what body part to prioritize.

So, this is it. Finally.

‘Dean’ takes off his jacket and hangs it over the back of the single chair. “So.” Dean inspects the room from where he stands, checks his watch. “Here we are. One hour.”

“One hour.”

“One hour.” Dean sets his watch. He peers up at Jack through the thicket of his girl-long lashes. His lips purse. He’s gorgeous. “A lot can happen in an hour.”

Jack is too excited to reply. It doesn’t seem necessary. Dean comes over to him and drags his cold hand over Jack’s shoulder, down Jack’s arm. Plucks his hands free from behind him and squeezes them, stands tall and beautiful and thick in front of Jack—the manifestation of all of Jack’s fantasies, really. Clearly a sign.

“Nervous? I was nervous,” admits Dean. Half a wink. “Been some time, but I remember just fine.”

Jack says, “Undress me?” and didn’t mean for his voice to rise in the end. But the corners of Dean’s eyes crinkle soft with his smile and he does as requested. Jack’s denim jacket. Jack’s sweater.

“This okay?” Dean’s fingertips pause on the buckle of Jack’s belt. Jack nods. His face is hot.

Dean is close enough that Jack can feel and taste his breath: mint and coffee and booze. The cold of his skin from standing outside for hours on end. A car pulls out of the parking lot in front of their motel room. Jack can hear the rain hitting the asphalt.

Jack’s, “Can I kiss you?” is met with Dean, nudging their mouths together. Jack’s breath stumbles. His first time kissing someone who is not his dad. Dean’s shave is just unclean enough for Jack to be aware of the rasp of stubble against his own, smooth skin.

Dean opens Jack’s jeans. Lifts Jack’s tee up his stomach and ends their kissing with a last, firm smooch before he pulls back to get rid of that shirt for good. Despite the ajar window, the room is overheated. Jack shivers for different reasons.

Hands on Dean’s chest; feeling. Squeezing. Dean chuckles knowingly.

“Touch all you want. Dealer’s choice.”

Dean kisses him again. Slides his hands around Jack’s hips and pushes into the back of Jack’s boxers, holds and pets him. Jack’s dick throbs against his leg. He tiptoes to better press against Dean’s mouth.

“Someone’s been waiting on this, huh?”

Jack nods, gulps. Dares to put his hands on Dean’s face and it’s Dean who starts walking them backwards, towards the bed. The room is small and the distance negligible. Dean hums against Jack’s mouth. Jack gets his jeans and underwear pushed down his ass, down his thighs. Dean grabs Jack’s ass again—easy, with the size of his hands.

“What do you need, sweetheart? Wanna take the edge off, first? My hand or my mouth, maybe?”

Jack heats with hearing all that. That it’s him who is asked, but also in general. He’s…yes, all of it, everything. He wants it all. Wants Dean to teach him everything, show him what he can do… “I—yes?”

Dean chuckles. He spreads Jack’s ass just enough to be able to rub down his crack, touch his asshole. Jack shudders—Dean wraps his other hand around Jack’s cock and squeezes before he strokes. So so different from how Jack does it to himself, wrong way around and not his own hand, and it’s... Oh, that’s what Dean meant by edge. Jack flushes for the embarrassing noise he can’t hold back on and Dean tuts, kisses him some more.

“You’re all right. Let me take care of you.”

Jack holds onto Dean’s shirt, Dean’s flanks. He’s so firm underneath his clothes; Jack wants all that, too, to see and touch and kiss—Dean twists his hand and Jack groans it’s so good. Dean goes from petting Jack’s asshole to roaming up his stomach, his chest, to thumbing and then plucking on his nipple. Jack chases the touch, gets a chuckle.

“Sensitive all over, aren’t we, Jack?”

Jack moans. Tugs Dean’s shirt out of his jeans. “Can you…? Please?”

Dean lets go of Jack in favor of stripping out of his top. A single thick pendant dangling from a black leather string rests on his bare chest, and Jack realizes how there are freckles here, too—milky-light skin not much different from his own. He drags his hands over the newfound plane, gets a feel for how soft and warm exactly Dean is. No six-pack. Jack isn’t into those, anyway.

“Like what you see?” Dean smiles, gets his hand back on Jack’s cock. “Hm, yeah, you do. You think about this a lot? Kissing other dudes? Looking at each other naked?”

Jack mumbles, “Yes,” and licks his lip, can’t stop staring. Dean jacks him confidently, perfectly.

“You tell me when you’re close, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Awesome. Okay.”

Dean pushes Jack backwards so he can sink to his knees between Jack and the bed. Can rub his available hand up-down Jack’s thigh. Can ask Jack:

“You ever done this?”

Jack shakes his head, beet-red. He’s seen videos, of course. So many videos.

But nothing compares to—having it done to you. To watch Dean closing his eyes and leaning in and—wrapping his lips around Jack’s cock, held steady by the base with his skilled fingers. Dean takes him halfway down in one swift push, engulfs Jack in hotwetsoft and Jack gasps, shocked with how good it is, and the drag out is just as intoxicating. Dean suckles the tip and bats his lashes, peers up at Jack and Jack moans, didn’t expect to be watched. Dean chuckles around Jack’s cock and goes back down on it. Swallows it whole. Oh, gosh.

Jack’s hands can’t help but dig into Dean’s hair and hold on. Push him in, off, both—too much and not enough at the same time, making Jack’s balls draw tight and tingle. His cock fattens further in the confines of Dean’s beautiful throat. Dean lets him move his hips, lets him pump in and out of his mouth on his own accord. Jack groans, widens his stance. Oh, this won’t take long. Not long at all.

Dean reaches around to play with Jack’s asshole some more, and that’s that. Jack holds Dean’s skull firm and presses in, locks his hips—Dean startles, tries to pull back, but Jack is strong enough to keep him right where he is. Jack watches—fascinated, blurrily—how Dean struggles, how his face scrunches up and starts to go red. Jack lets him up once he’s done shooting down his throat. Dean gulps for air and coughs wetly.

Dean wipes his messy mouth and chin with the back of his hand. “Jesus, I said…! Not cool.”

Jack doesn’t tell him sorry. He huffs and grabs his cock instead, kneads the lingering swell of it. Dean’s spit makes the drag perfect, makes Jack’s toes curl inside his sneakers. Besides a small glare, Dean doesn’t protest getting Jack’s dick stuffed back into his mouth.

“On the bed. Take off your jeans.”

Again, “Jesus,” and a glint in Dean’s eye when he adds, “Bossy,” and then that grin again, wild and beautiful and Jack smiles back, bites his lip.

Jack climbs the bed, rids himself of the remnants of his outfit and watches Dean peeling himself out of his skin-tight jeans. He’s bare underneath. He toes off his boots, his socks. Dean crawls after Jack, hovers on all fours.

“This what you had in mind? Yeah?”

Jack nods, pleased. Rubs Dean’s skin again, the baby-flush on his tits and the lightest sheen of sweat. Dean licks his puffed lips. Watches Jack’s face with lidded eyes.

“You still sure you want to…?”

Small, “Yes,” and Jack’s cock struggles to get ready again in his own grip. “Can I… Can I maybe suck you, too? To see what it’s like,” and Dean kisses him for that, licks fat into his mouth. Pushes himself up and kneels forward until he’s straddling Jack’s shoulders. Geez, his thighs. His pretty, fat cock.

Only chubbed, not fully there yet. Dean works himself rough but lets Jack take over. Lets him get a feel, get mesmerized by how thick he is, here, too. Cut, like Jack. Dean leans back to brace all his weight onto his hands. Sighs, relaxes. Lets Jack tease him full. Or, full enough.

Dean hums, “Easy,” when Jack tugs him forward, cranes his neck to get his lips on Dean’s cock. Dean cups the back of Jack’s head to support his neck and Jack laves his tongue around Dean’s glans—prods at the slit and closes his lips and pushes on, lets it poke into his mouth, pillow against his tongue. It’s—he likes this. He didn’t doubt he would. “Fuck. You have a cute mouth. You know that?”

Jack hums. Keeps exploring and circles his tongue, fucks at Dean’s frenulum. He imagines him growing fatter for it. Jack’s fist strokes the many inches his mouth can’t get to just yet.

Soft, “Fuck,” from above. Jack’s available hand gets plucked off Dean’s thigh, gets circled and pressed down below, fingers against Dean’s…! Jack’s fingers stiffen and rub eagerly. “There you go,” and a hitch to Dean’s hips when Jack sinks one finger inside—it’s all soft and slick already, well-used and ready for Jack. Jack’s cock surges for that idea—that either Dean’s had other customers before him today or that he just keeps himself available like this constantly. Jack stuffs a second digit next to the first and Dean gasps, purrs his chuckle. “Fuck. Greedy kid,” he jokes, without an ounce of an idea how right he is.

Jack wants. Jack craves.

Dad doesn’t know where Jack is right now, because of course Jack is at school, of course Jack wouldn’t skip class and fake Dad’s signature and cash out the savings account Jack’s grandparents started for him years ago. It’s Jack’s birthday. Jack is old enough to make his own decisions.

Dean’s asshole sucks at his fingers like his mouth did mere minutes ago. Clings to them soft and needy and Jack will put his cock in there, next, and it will feel so so good, better than he imagined it would be—so dirty, with another guy, but Jack always knew he’d prefer this. That when he laid eyes on Dean the first time, driving past that alley with Dad who insisted on hurrying it up, this part of town is no good news, Jack, and Jack understood that he could just purchase Dean’s time, buy him for a while, that his mind was already made up.

Jack churns his fingers in and up, pumps them steady with Dean’s cock shuddering in his mouth. Dean groans and lets him, rolls his hips just-so—careful, subtle, because this is for Jack, not for himself. Jack is paying him for this. Jack gets to call the shots.

“Can we put it in, now? Please?”

Dean snickers. “Good to go already? Wow. To be young again…!”

Jack demands, “Sit on it,” and Dean nods with gentle, practiced compliance. Dean grabs the travel pack of lube and one of the condoms he tossed onto the bed before getting rid of his jeans. He rips both open. Jack makes a face as Dean rolls the condom over his dick for him.

Dean slathers the lube on Jack’s wrapped cock and straddles him again. Holds it steady with one hand and slowly sinks down on it—it goes in without struggle, just like it did with Dean’s mouth, and Jack’s hands fly to Dean’s hips. Jack gasps and lifts his ass off the bed to get more, deeper—Dean chuckles and allows it, can let go of Jack to stem both hands into the mattress next to Jack’s head instead, balance his weight.

“Good?” Dean smirks. Jack moans. Grinds them together, up into Dean’s tight, perfect body. Dean hums, obviously enjoys himself. He’s crushing, swollen-hot inside—Jack’s cock parts the slick walls of his insides anew on each stroke, forces him back open every time. Bottomless. Jack can’t get enough of it. “I’ll start moving now, all right?” and Jack falters, confused, until—Dean moves.

Lift and drop of his ass, circles of his hips, knocking Jack’s cock around inside him. Flexing inside and milking at Jack, and Jack can’t splutter fast enough, “W-wait,” before he’s already coming, shuddering apart inside someone. Jack’s eyes roll and Dean laughs low, kisses Jack’s mouth, his face, his chin.

“Still a good fifty minutes to go, bud. No worries, you’re getting your money’s worth.”

Jack can’t protest or do much than submit to Dean’s kisses and touches. Still buried inside him with the condom now slippery from inside and Jack’s cock so sensitive every nudge and clench of Dean’s insides makes him jump. Dean coos at him. Pets his throat for him; his chest. Sucks on Jack’s earlobe, on Jack’s clavicle. Jack closes his eyes. Dean’s weight holds him down effortlessly. It’s—nice.

Jack sighs. Dean smells nice. The bed does, too. Clean. The lube. The latex. Jack’s come laced into Dean’s hot breath.

Jack wants to ask him—so many things. How long he has been doing this kind of work. If he likes it. What his most and least favorite parts are. What kind of music he likes. If that one time Jack spotted him in church was an accident and why Dean even went there in the first place (why he doesn’t go anymore). But: fifty minutes left. Jack’s paid for sex, this time.

“I want to do it from behind.”

Dean chuckles, grinds his hips. Jack grunts, squeezes him in an attempt to keep him still—uselessly so. “You’re overworking that poor dick, kid. Gotta let him breathe for a minute. Why don’t you lay back, let me spoil some other parts for a change?”

Jack reluctantly agrees. His load drips out of the condom once Dean pulls him out. Dean cleans him, discards the condom. Kisses and nuzzles Jack’s clean, floppy dick before he moves lower to mouth at Jack’s balls. Jack groans—they’re not any less sensitive than the rest of his junk. His knees draw up and out on their own, though. He keeps his dick in his hand just to protect it from Dean’s eager mouth.

Dean gets comfy on his stomach and goes to town on Jack’s balls. It’s nice, yes, but Jack would rather…! But he has to get hard again first, somehow, so he’s all out of ideas. Dean’s laps and kisses travel lower and lower until he’s making out with Jack’s asshole, and that is… Oh, that is good. Really good.

“You like that?”

Jack nods, groans. Squeezes his dick; wills it hard, hurry it up.

Dean hums. Laps at Jack’s hole again. “I can put something in here if you want. My fingers…my cock…!”

“No, just…” Jack huffs. Tugs harder on his dick. “Just—keep going. Get me hard again.”

Dean scoffs. Spreads Jack’s hole with his thumbs. “Sure thing.”

Doesn’t take much longer until Jack is hard enough to consider it ‘enough’. He nudges at Dean’s head. Dean complies, moves. On all fours, his ass towards Jack and the headboard, he’s—geez, he’s stunning. Waxed bare and freckled here, too. He shakes his ass and grins over his shoulder, dips his chest lower into the bed.

“C’mon,” he teases. Jack watches Dean’s hand grabbing his own cock, stroking it sweet and firm. “Like that? That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes.” Jack sits up. Kneels up behind Dean.

Dean gasps as Jack thumbs his cock into him without preamble. “Jesus, wait—!” No condom. Just the slick inside Dean.

“No,” says Jack, and bottoms out. “I’ll pay extra,” he adds, and Dean’s fury falters a little for that but he’s still not convinced. Not that he necessarily has to be. Jack pulls him back by his hips and churns his dick deep, makes Dean’s tense breath thud out of him—his pretty face is flushed from the position, from the humiliation of a high schooler telling him what to do. How to do his job.

“It’s…” Dean groans for the next thrust. His eyes slide smaller. His asshole wrings tight around the base of Jack’s bare cock. Dean licks his lip. He’s still stroking himself. “It’s not gonna be cheap.”

“That’s okay.”

Jack makes him stay ass-up after he’s done loading him up. Makes him push Jack’s come back out so Jack can finger it back in, watch Dean’s asshole bloom and shudder and take whatever it’s given, how it swallows it all like a greedy mouth. Dean groans. He hasn’t come a single time and his dick is going soft yet again, irrelevant between his legs. Jack drags his tongue over the gape of Dean’s hole and tastes—lube, and ass, his own come. Moves deeper, to Dean’s audible delight, to suck at Dean’s balls. The underside of Dean’s cock. It swells under the attention. Jack nurses on Dean’s frenulum, that tight little bundle of skin right underneath the head—Dean groans, wriggles back against Jack’s face for that.

“You sure you don’t want me to fuck you, kid?” Sounds desperate. Jokingly, but desperate.

“Not this time,” admits Jack, his hand now milking Dean’s cock upside-down.

“Oh? There will be a next time?” Dean’s chuckle rumbles low. His asshole keeps mouthing at nothing and Jack stuffs his thumb inside just to give it something to work with. Dean groans like it feels good. “Jesus, kid. Killin’ me.”

Jack smiles. Keeps working him.

Eventually, soft: “You’re gonna make me blow if you keep that up…”

“That’s the plan.”

“Jesus… Jesus, are all kids your age this filthy? Did I miss something?”

“Shut up and let me get you off,” and that works.

Dean shifts cute in the sheets. His cock leaks wet in Jack’s fist and is all swollen and heavy with blood, every vein popped and tangible. Jack rubs his thumb over every single one of them, teases around the flared edge of the head, makes Dean growl into the sheets. Two fingers up his ass, massaging Jack’s load in deep. Jack licks his lip. His dick flinches but he’s too sore. No way he can get it up again. It doesn’t matter too much.

“Come,” orders Jack. “I want to see you do it. Come on my hands, Dean.”

With a tremble and a groan, Dean does.

He draws up inside, crushes Jack’s fingers—Jack adds a third despite the pressure to bang it soft again while Dean’s cock throbs hard in his grip, shoots thick into the bed.

“Fuck, fuck…!”

“You’re not done,” warns Jack. Keeps moving his hands. “All of it. Give it to me.”

Dean eventually grabs Jack’s wrist, trembling and panting and telling Jack no, for real, you’re killing me, and Jack scowls but does let up on him. Again, “Jesus,” and Jack’s stomach knots mean and he’s this close to reprimanding Dean for cursing so much. He’s too dizzy and sated and frustrated all at the same time, though. Too distracted by the lazy flop of Dean’s body, the way he squirms into the sheets like a sack of flour and just stays that way. He can’t be that old. Younger than Dad, for sure. “Gimme a minute… Phew.”

A minute turns into five. Into ten.

“We can shower together,” offers Dean. Jack declines. Jack goes by himself.

Dean consoles him. Talks about yeah, see how I told you you’re gonna burn yourself out? “I mean, I can’t blame you.” Dean smirks, winks; still naked, hugging Jack close. “I’m quite the motivation, huh?”

While Dean showers, Jack peels out the money from his backpack. He counts it and fans it out on the nightstand. Dean’s eyes dart towards it first thing once he’s back in the room.

Jack put his clothes back on and smiles up at Dean from where he sits on the edge of the (haphazardly re-made) bed. “Extra, like you said.”

“Hm.” Dean comes over, only a towel around his hips. He picks up the money to count, smacks his lips. He holds his hand out towards Jack without looking at him. “Another hundred.”

Jack gives him another hundred. Dean rolls up the money and stuffs it into his jeans’ pocket.

“So,” he says as he proceeds to wriggle into his jeans, “you mentioned a next time?”

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