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thedemises · 1 month

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. . . PAINTING NAILS (BY FORCE)! featuring mephistopheles!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, obey me! shall we date?, some swearing here and there, mephistopheles being a little jerk, probably ooc! mephistopheles cuz idk much about his character-, mc is a human-ram hybrid (having ears, horns, and some other characteristics and traits of a ram), mc is gender neutral, mc is strong?, mephisto being rammed over 💀 (no mepmep was injured in the making of this scenario), does "bloody hell" count as swearing?, got too lazy during the ending so it's kinda rushed 😔, mentioned the demon brothers, simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon! notes! . . . an idea by me and good ol' buddy @ringdabel during a chat of ours that switched from talking about satan to his nails to the other characters to the painted nails of all the obey me characters (except for the angels, mephistopheles, and solomon)👍👍

mephistopheles feels like he ran a marathon but then he has the urge to run another mile because— bloody hell, why is that puny human exchange student so fast?

he, as a noble, never needed to run as much as he would need to in his whole life of existing. already having dozens of quite expensive cars in the ready to transport him with a snap of his fingers—but for some reason mephistopheles felt like running on foot like as if cerberus is hot on his tail was a good option.

wrong.

while most humans don't have much stamina and speed in the first place unless they train hardly for it, from what he had read, there's some others that are given the gift of incredible speed or the natural ability of endurance and stamina. rarely, even both.

and clearly enough—this peasant human, the HUMAN who managed to gain the pacts of all of the seven deadly sins AND survive a whole year in a realm where demons roam and most more likely to eat humans—was this close to snatching the tail cape of his attire off.

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHI—”

(well, the said human was turned into a human-ram hybrid when they were transferred to devildom in the first place, so that might've made their speed increase a bit more than an average human's speed—being half ram, after all).

“STOP chasing me, you human peasant!” he makes a sharp turn around a corner, letting his legs take him to demon-lord-knows-where, “i am NOT letting some rubbish paint be applied on my fingernails!!”

with loud yelling responding from behind his back, you declared, “NOT UNTIL YOU COMMIT TO HAVING YOUR NAILS BE PAINTED!!”

mephistopheles doesn't dare to look behind as he kept running in different directions, seemingly beginning to be out of breath when his pace grows irregularly.

the chase eventually doesn't last as long as he expected it to be when he was cornered in a room and then suddenly got rammed to the ground and was pinned down by the forced added weight on his chest, leaving him no other choice than to give up or attempt to resist it.

“KEEP YOUR FLITHY HANDS OFF OF ME!!” a low growl rumbles from his throat with his gritted teeth shown while he attempts to thrash around but you somehow prevent the demon from moving by holding him firmly, restraining his head by wrapping your dominant arm around the noble's neck as you pin down his arms with the other arm of yours.

“not until you let me paint your nails.”

“tch. why is getting my fingernails painted such a big deal to you, human?!” scoffing in disbelief at your insistence, the magenta-haired male tries pushing your body off his back but you don't budge a bit by your stubbornness.

damn, how come you're strong too? aren't humans supposed to be weak?!

“because,” you start, bringing a gloved hand of his closer to you as you inspect it, “doesn't lord diavolo have painted nails? heck, even barbatos and the seven brothers have their nails painted.”

ending your sentence with a determined toothy grin and one of your ram ears flicking a bit, you added, “besides, i think you'll look great with green-ish teal nail polish.”

mephistopheles clicked his tongue at that following a slight eye roll, scowling when you touched the dark patch of the back of his hair, “so? it'll be covered up when I wear my gloves either way, so it's useless and a waste of time.”

“...”

after a bit of eventual bickering, pleading, and some reluctance, mephisto finally agrees to your begging persuading with a, “... fine. but be quick about it though.”

turns out, painting your nails is a long, time-consuming process.

currently inside your room in the house of lamentation (who knows how you sneaked him inside without alerting the others), different nail polishes of varied colors were placed aside as both of you sat comfortably on your bed. as you held his now naked hand (after you told him to take his glove off) while carefully painting his nails in a cool green-ish teal color after prepping them and adding a base coat to make the pigment look better in the outcome, the demon sat in front of you with his legs folded underneath his thighs while resting his buttocks on the heels of his feet, his left arm outstretched to you.

during the mostly silent process, mephistopheles' black eyebrows were furrowed with his chin held slightly upwards as his eyes narrowed with skepticism and they held slight impatience but he didn't say anything. until now.

“why'd you want me to wear nail polish?... human.” his voice trailed off for a second, watching you finish painting his middle finger's nail before moving onto the next digit. response to the question, you shrugged your shoulders.

“don't know. the thought of you not wearing nail polish like the others irritated me—though simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon also don't wear nail polish either; so im gonna do their nails next after you.”

“by ramming into them?”

“no, but you were running away from me so i had no other choice.”

eventually, you finished painting all of the nails of his left hand and let him inspect the finished product before doing his other hand—observing the slightest changes in his expression while you waited for his acknowledgment.

“...”

“...” blinking at his freshly painted fingernails, mephistopheles doesn't speak out loud while he examines his teal-colored nails in silence.

then his eyes, hued a gradient of pear green and chartreuse, glanced up to stare back at you with the slightest satisfaction before darting to the side as the slightest flush appears on his cheeks and the demon nods his head at you slightly.

“... it looks awful.”

taken off guard, you took full offense to this unpleasant reaction. “excuse me? bitch, I took the time to chase you down, ram into you, paint your nails for a painstakingly long time, and this is how you thank me?”

“well i— ... i think it's alright.. i guess.” slightly startled by the sudden shift of attitude, he finally replies that gives you some satisfactory and the demon moves his hand to remove the other glove that his right hand is still wearing until he was eruptedly halted by you grabbing his wrist. “don't,” you firmly told him, dragging it to you and lightly tugged at the edge of his glove, “let the nail polish on your other hand set first for about one to two (1-2) hours before you do anything with it. now, may i?”

the demon's eyelids widened at the extended amount of time before they relaxed and he nodded with his ears turning slightly reddish at the last sentence, giving you permission to take off his glove for him—which you did, peeling it off from his wrist to the fingertips.

with his hand now bare, you begin doing the same prepping process like you did to his other hand before applying nail polish—letting the base coat set for two minutes beforehand and then, painting on the teal colored polish with patience and precise precision; not allowing the green apple-eyed demon to move from his spot (meanwhile, he was just uncharacteristically quietly observing while you worked on his nails—not that he'd admit it to your face or anything).

eventually after a long time, completing the progress of painting mephistopheles' green-ish teal nails and the drying process, you were finished.

after putting your supplies away, you sigh in relief as you flop backwards onto the soft mattress of your bed with your arms sprawled out—not paying attention to the magenta-haired noble in front of you—and closed your eyes.

“finally...” you murmur, making the demon glance at you with an arched eyebrow, “you were a pain in the ass to begin with but at least im finished.”

this ticked off mephistopheles quite a bit, “oi, oi, oi... i stayed completely still for you, peasant! is this how you react after pestering me to paint my nails?!”

“yeah, yeah... whatever.. you can kindly get out of my room now before any of the brothers—especially lucifer—find you, goodnight.”

“h- hey! don't just order me around like you can, human!- OI!!! don't ignore me!! AND DON'T FALL ASLEEP EITHER!!”

“zzZzzZzzzzzZzz...”

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scrimblyscrorblo · 5 months

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My Obey Me! Doodles w mammon

He’s my sweet baby, my husbawnd, we are romantically involved ((I’m aro))

Also I have four moles on my cheek that kinda look like a constellation and it’s one of my favourite things

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icyachr · 10 months

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Putting this down as a reference for no particular reason :)

Lucifer: Dark Knight

Mammon: Machinist

Leviathan: Summoner/Ninja

Satan: Scholar

Asmodeus: Dancer

Beelzebub: Warrior

Belphegor: Dragoon (sleeping on the floor memes)

Solomon: Black Mage

Diavolo: Paladin

Barbatos: Sage

Simeon: Red Mage

Luke: White Mage

Thirteen: Reaper (creative I know)

Raphael: Bard

Mephistopheles: Blue Mage

MC: Beastmaster

#many thoughts in my head #smashes obey me and ffxiv together #mc is the exception but i remember beastmaster existed in other ff installments and the outfit is a legit sheep/ram skin #plus whips #obey me #i cant decide for levi bc i first thought summoner bc lotan but #ninja for anime memes #i guess samurai can work for that too but idk #dia was hard to choose for but went with paladin since he is a certified Good Boy #plus its funny

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crulixto · 9 months

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I saw MC today

#ram #is mc ram???#sheep!????#obey me swd #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Sukuna Fucks You In and Out of Consciousness

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, passing out, marathon sex, dom!Sukuna, double dick!Sukuna

A/N: If anyone would love doing this sort of shit it's Sukuna.

There were never any illusions you had over keeping up with Sukuna's stamina in bed. After all you were a human, a Sorcerer yes, but still a human and he was the King of Curses. The gap was always gonna be there but you tried your best for him every night.

It was a lot to constantly be filled by his cock and to have his other cock rubbing your poor clit over and over, never giving it a rest. Your vision was already beginning to go black, "'Kuna- coming!"

Your high pitched moans spurred him on, his hands angling your hips upwards so his cock would reach in deep, ramming against your womb. Stars danced before your eyes as your back arched, fingers intertwined with the ones of his other two hands. His name came out of your mouth like a prayer or a curse. Both were the same to him.

"Keep your eyes on me, you won't want to miss this, baby." You couldn't obey him this time. Your body already slumped back on the futon, legs going limp around him. "Don't you dare pass out on me!" He yelled at you and grabbed you by the throat, squeezing gently, enough to make you gasp for breath. "I want you to see the moment I cream your pussy! Look down at it!" His voice echoed somewhere in the back of your head, going in and out. "There she is." Sukuna smirked down at you when your eyes opened, looking at the fuzzy, blurry form above you taking a clear shape. "Look at me cocks." He repeated again, this time more gently, letting go of your throat and instead pressing his hand to the back of your head.

"You're still fucking me." Sukuna sorted at your obvious statement. To you his stamina was out of this world, to him this was a regular night. "This second one." You reached to rub the tip of his other cock, "I want it to come too." With your confession Sukuna fucked you with even more force, making your pussy feel hot, making it clench again, pushing your close to your next orgasm. It was too much, but you wouldn't tell him to stop and you wouldn't stop looking at the way he fucked you. As soon as one cock stirred so did the other, you felt them both but only saw the one that shot thick ropes of come not just across your body but also your face.

"Again." You thought he was talking about going again, "Come for me again. Show me how slutty your pussy is."

Even before that orgasm hit you, in the back of your mind you knew, you wouldn't be able to stay awake, "I love you so much." So you said what you needed to before your body shook with pleasure again, inner walls milking his pulsing cock. Sukuna's grinning, proud face was the last sight you saw before losing consciousness, and the first sight you saw when you woke up hours after.

#ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna smut

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daddyricsdoll · 3 months

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Now ✭ Lando Norris

Summary: The ache between your legs was so strong seeing Lando hold control in the DJ booth at the club. But holding control of Lando also made your pussy drenched. Luckily Lando had a need for you too, and you both planned on conquering those needs.

Warnings: Oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, degrading name (slut), dom and sub Lando as well as dom and sub reader. Wrists get tied together, if that counts as bondage? And some teasing.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: What is a plot? I only know about porn, so yes this is porn without a plot. And this did take a little longer then expected but I hope it's still good!

Landos hand grips mine as he pulls me through the drunken crowd. The heat from the room and bodies surrounding me still doesn’t manage to disguise the fire between my legs and that throbbing need for it to be distinguished.

I allow him to drag me into the VIP bathroom, secluded from everyone else. I get a glance of the clean and relatively big room before I’m taken aback by Lando sucking and biting against the skin of my neck and shoulder. Soon bringing his head back up to collide our eager lips together.

My leg lifts and gets pulled flush against his body, allowing me to rub against his bulge. A deep groan leaves his mouth and it spreads into mine. His large hand finds comfort around my neck, squeezing it just enough for me to breathe but keep me pinned to the wall. His other hand starts pulling down the thin straps of my frail dress, releasing my breasts.

My nipples peaked at my arousal and the cool of the room before Lando occupied them with the sensation of his tongue. Moving around and against it, forcing my head to incline toward the ceiling and back to arch.

I can’t help but try and indicate that I need Lando between my thighs, pushing up against him with my hips and never accepting defeat when he tightens his grip on my neck.

My eyes are heavy lidded as I watch his tongue slide down my cleavage and then back up to tease me with kisses along my collarbone and breasts. My hands slide up and down his back, soon gliding toward the bulge in his pants to press against it. I gain a whimper from him in advance of his hands now pushing me toward the ground from the caressing I received earlier.

He doesn’t have to tell me what he wants as he starts pulling his pants down to his knees and releases his dick.

“Come on, suck my cock like the slut you are.” He jerks his hips forward and instantly I grab him in my hands, inching it closer to my lips in advance of teasing his tip with my tongue.

Looking up at Lando as he stares down at me with blown pupils and ravenous eyes. Groaning, but he has too much pride to beg for my mouth to wrap around his dick so he forces it with his large hands. Intertwining his thick fingers between the locks of my hair and pushing my head down his dick. Instantly making me gag and tears to rim my eyes.

Each of my hands held his thighs as Lando thrust into my mouth ruthlessly. Never giving me a chance to gain composure. My mouth strains at his size, always pushing me to my limit whether it’s in my mouth or ass. Hitting the back of my throat constantly, pouring moans out of both our mouths.

I soon get used to each rough ram, and my hand lifts to start massaging his balls. Knowing all too well what it does to him. A string of moans leave his mouth sounding just like music to my ears making me moan and send vibrations through his cock.

The tears in my eyes, now sliding down my face. Lando’s dick starts twitching in my mouth and it doesn’t take him long to release. Shooting his cum into my mouth and allowing it to hit the back of my throat. He tells me to swallow it immediately, and I obey his command, shortly showing him my mouth that's clear of his cum.

I help myself stand up and Lando pulls me in for a kiss, giving him the opportunity to taste himself. Each of my hands become gripped by his and when the kiss breaks I watch him tie each of them together with the belt he wore earlier this night.

Lando raises both my arms above my head before lowering onto his knees, kneeling down in front of me. With rough hands my dress is forced off of my body in advance to my legs being spread apart.

“Fuck, you’re dripping aren’t you?” I can only whimper, knowing well that I’m as wet as an ocean. I can’t hold back when his finger lightly glides through my folds, pressing against my clit for a second before he pulls away.

I whine at the sudden loss of his touch. Having an even more urgent need for him, I lower my arms that are still bound together and I try to force his head toward my body. “Arms back up.” He looks up at me with dark eyes. I do as he says and once I finish following his orders one of my legs is now hanging over his shoulder. Lando’s cold breath caresses my core and my pussy flutters as another whine leaves my mouth.

I gain a feather of a touch from the tip of his tongue, the struggle of keeping my arms up even harder. The teasing seemed endless to me until he made his licks more firm and consistent. Sliding through my folds and dipping inside of me. Sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue.

My hips naturally push forward and oblige Lando to get deeper, as well as using his heart lips to add another sensation. His hands always occupied as they keep a strong grip on my ass and thighs. Soon lifting my other leg to drape over his shoulder, now my whole body relying on him and his mouth that keeps me flush against this wall.

I hear the music shooting throughout the club, making the walls lightly shake and hide the loud unholy sounds that leave this room.

My mind is suddenly pulled back into this moment and feeling as Lando inserts one of his thick fingers inside of me. He pumps it viciously and quickly adds another. Tongue still toying with my swallowed clit.

My mind is blank, covered by a haze and no words appear but moans come easily. I can never get enough of the pleasure he bestows upon me and that’s when I feel my climax urging to release. And with the sensual curl of his fingers and work of his tongue I manage to cum in bare milliseconds.

I remove one of my legs off of his shoulder and wait for him to try and clean me dry with his tongue. He fails just like I’d expected as just his state between my legs makes me aroused.

My arms lower and I allow him to take the belt off, all while he kneels in front of me. Once my hands are free I take the belt and push both of his arms together, making the job easy for me when I start to bind his wrists together.

He gives me a questioning look, but still allows me to carry on. I choose not to answer but instead help him lay back on the floor of the spacious bathroom. I can’t help but admire his beauty as he lays on the ground vulnerable.

Doe eyes on display along with tousled hair. I stand over his body before lowering to squat over his erect dick. My hands lifted his above his head and I then splayed my palms across his chest, dress shirt now unbuttoned. I adjust my body in a comfortable position before I sink onto his dick.

Lando shuts his eyes and hands come back down to make contact with my sweat trickled skin.

“Arms back up.” The command leaves my mouth easily, mirroring his words and the exact way he said them to me. Surprisingly, he obeys me instantaneously. Lifting his arms back up, not without a whine overflowed with pleasure and need.

“You like that, huh?” I tease him, rolling my hips and making another moan leave his mouth involuntarily. He nods his head, eyes still screwed shut.

“Answer with your words, and look at me.” Just like last time, he listens to me. His rainforest of eyes open and look directly in mine as he answers a quick “yes”.

I acknowledge his answer by moving up and down his dick once again, grinding my hips on the way down just how he likes. It helps me get used to his size, still feeling the stretch even after however long he’s been fucking me in more ways then I can count.

I find a good pace, trying to get as low as I can and make him push against my g-spot endlessly. Leaning down and adorning his tan skin with a contrast of love bites. I mark him in the same places he did to me. Never getting bored of his moans and whimpers, but growing a bigger obsession instead.

I speed up the tempo, and one of my hands slips between my two legs, giving me the little push it needs to bring me closer to my climax. I feel the movement of Lando’s cock inside of me as he releases. The sound of his voice and feeling of his cum shooting inside of me brings myself to another climax. Cumming all over his dick and riding both of our highs out.

I soon bring myself to a stop, Lando still buried deep in me.

“Can you undo this now?” He brings his wrists in front of my face, eyes pleading.

“No, I like you like this.”

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dolldefiler · 17 days

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Have you ever wondered what the difference between a girl and a dog is? One of them is kind, smart, loyal, and utterly adorable. The other is a three-holed fucktoy that was made only to be dicked down. Girls can obey like dogs do, but they’re just not as smart. They’ll whine and moan and paw at my cock, but they’ll turn into docile, drooling creatures the moment I ram my fuckstick into their mouths.

I would never harm a dog, but girls just look so much better when they cry after they’ve been beaten up, don’t you think? It’s the easiest way to show a girl you love them. I’d feed my dog on time but I’d starve my whore. Not to control her weight or anything. Just for the fun of it. It’s only natural for her to obey me after all.

And their throats? They’re simply the best lube dispensers, aren’t they? There’s nothing better than ramming my cock into some slut’s throat, grabbing her by the neck and giving myself a handjob using her tight airways.

In short, dogs are respectable, dignified creatures. A man’s best friend. Girls are the silicone fleshlights you keep under your bed, neglected until you need to use them.

#misogyny kink #patriarchy kink #abuse k1nk #cnc kidnapping #rough kink #degradation k1nk #r@pe fantasy #degrading k1nk #humiliation kink

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dirtyvulture · 10 months

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Beefy!Natasha Romanoff* x Fem!Reader

*Nat has a penis

18+ read at your own risk

Requested by anon: hi can u do g!p beefy nat please and like innocent sub fem reader absolutely dripping for her in public and trying to cup her bulge and muscles and so nat takes her home while ignoring her in the car and rams her senselessly in their bed

AN: This one is for the bottoms. Enjoy!

"Y/N, can you hand me that rag from the bucket. Y/N? Hello?”

You are completely oblivious to Steve asking you for something because you are so fixated on watching your girlfriend. The way she fills out her tank top, with her muscles stretching the fabric perfectly. The flex in her arms and shoulders when she reaches across the hood of a car, wiping a chamois back and forth until the metal gleams.

The Avengers were hosting a car wash and naturally, cars filled the entire block. You had come along because you really had nothing better to do, and you were not going to pass up an opportunity to see Natasha, half-clothed and working hard manual labor under the sun.

“Y/N!”

“Sorry, sorry!” you squeak, scrambling to fish a rag from a soapy bucket and passing it over to Steve. Natasha smirks as she watches you, knowing full well the effect she has on you. She pats the hood of the car, signaling she’s done, and the driver pulls forward to Thor’s station. Natasha walks over to the tent you’re taking cover from the sun under.

“You okay, babe? Make sure you’re staying hydrated,” Natasha says.

“I am,” you insist.

“Good.” Natasha grabs her own water bottle, taking a long sip from it, and pouring the rest over her head. The water turns her white tank top see-through and when you see the fabric clinging to her perfectly sculpted abs, you almost fall over.

“Just give me a few more minutes and we can head home,” Natasha says, coming over to you for a kiss. You don’t even realize what your hands are doing until you feel Natasha’s fingers close around your wrist, effectively stopping you from grabbing her bulge right in front of everyone. “Not here, baby,” she warns, but gives you a wink. “Maybe at home.”

You’re pretty sure you’re going to explode from the sheer level of arousal.

You sit down, crossing your legs, and trying to think of anything and everything that will take your mind off the empty pulsing of your core. You try to stop watching Natasha as she polishes off another car, but you can’t help but drool at her back muscles and stare at her ass.

When Natasha finishes the last car, she comes back to you. “Tony’s taking over for me. Ready to go home?”

“Yes, yes!” You leap up with embarrassing enthusiasm.

The drive back to your house is barely ten minutes, but you’ve already shown you have no restraint when it comes to your girlfriend, especially after watching her work in the heat for almost two hours. Your hand starts out innocently on her thigh, but slowly creeps higher towards her crotch. Natasha gives no indication she wants you in her pants, so you continue to push your luck until she finally swats you just as you’ve made it to her zipper.

“I said at home,” she scolds you.

“I could blow you while you drive,” you beg. “I bet I can get you to finish before we’re even in the driveway.”

“Do you think that lowly of my stamina?” Natasha replies.

“No, no!” you insist. “I just want you so badly, Nat. In my hand, in my mouth, in my--”

“That’s enough,” she snaps, and you know you’re walking a fine line, but you’re willing to push the boundary as far as you can go. But Natasha won’t have it, and she holds your wrists in your own lap to prevent you from touching her again.

When you finally arrive at the house, Natasha comes over to lift you out of the car and carry you inside. You’re squirming in her arms, impatient and desperate, but Natasha doesn’t say anything until you two are safely within the confines of your bedroom.

“On your knees,” Natasha demands, setting you on the floor.

You scramble to obey, watching hungrily as Natasha strips off her tank top and kicks off her jeans. You see how big the bulge in her boxers has become and you know she’s just as excited for this as you are.

“Put that pretty mouth to work,” she says, starting to stroke herself but you swat her hands away, taking her entire length in one swallow. Natasha moans as you pull back to suck on her tip and she threads her fingers in your hair to hold you in place as she starts jerking her hips forward. Your eyes water when the tip prods at the back of your throat, but you love being used like this.

You grasp at her muscular thighs, trying to keep yourself balanced as she fucks your mouth, wishing that she would stay still for a moment so you can savor her taste and the way her cock stretches past your lips.

“Fuck, baby, that’s my good girl,” Natasha grunts, her fingers tightening against your scalp as her hips move faster. “Where do you want my load? Down your throat or up your pussy?”

The dirty talk causes your own panties to soak with wetness. You can’t speak around her cock, and you won’t dare pull her out to respond.

“How about both?” Natasha offers, her abs flexing as she empties herself into your mouth in record time. You smirk, knowing that she could never last long in your mouth. When she pulls out, you take in a big breath and try to dive back in for another taste, but she stops you.

“On the bed, baby,” Natasha says, sweat gleaming on her muscles as she tears off your clothes and man-handles you onto the mattress. She slaps your butt and rubs her cock through your thighs until it’s throbbing and hard again. “Oh God, you’re so wet. What was it? Seeing me at the car wash or sucking on my dick?”

The real answer is both, but you manage to squeak out, “The car wash!” before Natasha slides effortlessly into your heat. The emptiness in your core is replaced by a feeling of being stretched almost to your limits; Natasha is big and no matter how many takes you take her, it’s like the first time. You moan as she starts thrusting into you, holding tightly onto your hips to keep you from bouncing away.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Natasha pants, pistoning into you harder and faster.

“Right there, Nat, right there,” you say when you feel her tip brush a sensitive spot inside of you. “Fuck!”

“You’re not gonna cum until I say you can,” Natasha demands, but the quiver in her own voice gives away the fact that she’s close too. You grab onto the bedsheets in clawed hands, biting into a pillow to will yourself from falling over the edge before you’re given permission to.

“Please Nat,” you beg. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes, you can,” she says, her hips moving jerkily now. Your walls clamp down on her cock sporadically until she can’t take it.

“Cum with me, baby.”

You don’t need to be told twice, your entire body going rigid as the ball of arousal in your stomach explodes. Your cum gushes all over Natasha’s cock and down your thighs, and her own seed shoots deep into you. Both of you ride out the bliss of your orgasms and Natasha lays on top of you, careful not to crush you with her weight but you want to feel every part of her against your skin.

“I love you,” you whisper, cuddling into her and closing your eyes in content.

“I love you, too,” she says.

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#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #beefy!nat #natasha romanoff x reader

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horrorchicxoxo · 1 year

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The Perfect Morning

Jake Sully x Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the adorably short wife of Jake Sully who receives mind-blowing morning sex.

Warnings: Smut

Notes: I had to make an adjustment to the height due to concerns that were expressed to me.

Requested by @jsuli

The sunlight streamed through the windows, painting the bed where you and your husband lay with a soft glow. The warmth that it emanated gradually pulled you out of your sleep. You were cuddled close, your legs wrapped around his midsection. You were very small compared to your 10-foot-tall man, but you made it work. He found your 5’2 1/2-inch height adorable, which only made him fall in love with you even more.

As you opened your eyes, you were met with the stare of your true love. His locs spread were spread wildly on the pillow, giving him an adorably silly look.

You smiled and moved closer to rest your forehead against his own.

"Good morning, handsome," you uttered, nuzzling your nose against his.

"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?"

"I slept very well. You completely tired me out last night. Where did you learn some of that stuff?"

He smirked, recalling last night's activities.

"I didn't have to learn anything. I just know exactly how to please my woman."

As if on cue, he grabbed your ass and pushed you even closer against him, rubbing his bulge against your core.

You mewled quietly, trying in vain to pry his hands off you.

“Jake, we can’t do this right now. The kids could be up any minute.”

A hint of mischief crossed his eyes.

“Well, I guess you you’ll have to stay quiet then, huh?”

You moaned quietly as he turned he laid you on your back. His lips found yours, passionately sucking on your bottom lip. He then trailed kisses down the side of your jaw and down your neck.

You moaned and grabbed his huge head as he licked and sucked on your breasts. His fangs nipped at your nipples, causing to jump in surprise and lightly hit his shoulder.

“Watch yourself, big boy. I do not need you drawing blood,” you scolded seductively, biting your lip.

“Sorry, babygirl. It’s not my fault that you have such a hot ass body.”

Once he said that, he continued trailing sloppy wet kisses down your body.

It wasn’t long before he arrived between your legs. He looked in awe at your glistening pussy.

“Already so wet for me.”

He immediately began devouring you, wasting no time.

Your head fell back against the pillows, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His tongue was huge, wet, and thick. It reached all best places deep inside you, leaving no spot on you neglected.

When he started sucking on your clit, your hands flew to grab his locs, giving them a tug. He groaned at this sensation, sending vibrations to your pussy.

You bit your lip, holding back your moans. Jake lifted his head from your core to look you in the eyes.

“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back your little noises from me,” he said in a low voice, kissing the inside of your thigh.

You nodded, watching as he lowered his head back down.

He went back to work on your pussy, lapping at you like a thirsty dog.

Eventually, you legs started to shake and you came hard, squirting on his mouth and chin. He rode you through your orgasm, sucking up your juices.

When he was satisfied, he went back up to kiss you again, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, enjoying the taste of you on his lips. He then pulled back, staring deep into your eyes.

“Get on your side now, baby.”

You obeyed him, rolling onto your side while he got comfortable behind you.

He lifted your leg and lined himself up with your entrance. Without missing a beat, he slipped inside you. You hissed from his size, but soon that feeling was replaced by pure pleasure.

“Are you ready, baby?,” he asked.

“ Yes, my love. Pound me til’ I can’t walk for a week.”

He growled deep within his chest at that remark, and began to thrust into you. Your breasts jiggled from how hard he was ramming into you, something he enjoyed immensely. He kissed your neck while taking his hand and rubbing your clit in circles. You mewled and you raised you arm to grip the back of your neck as he did.

“Oh— my—God, Jake! Right th—there!,” you whimpered.

At the sound of this, he went harder.

You started moaning uncontrollably, your head falling back against him. It wasn’t long before that fire deep inside your belly became white-hot.

“I—-I’m —- gonna — cum— Jake —“

“Let go, baby,” he breathed into your ear, licking the side of your neck as he did.

You came hard, moaning pathetically as you squirted for a second time onto his cock. He helped you ride your second orgasm of the morning, with him coming deep inside you not long after.

He let himself grow soft inside you, pulling out with a hiss from you both. You looked back at him over your shoulder, giving him a dazed smile.

“Wow. I already know if I try to stand up, I’m done for,” you giggled.

“Damn straight. Now let me clean you up.”

He got up from the bed, ducking through the doorway of the bathroom. He retrieved a warm rag and walked over to you. He cleaned you up and once he was done, he laid back down behind you.

He leaned over you to plant a kiss against your cheek, giving you a warm smile. “I love you, my precious wife.”

You smiled, leaned you and pecked his lips a couple of times.

“I love you, too, my darling husband.”

With that, you laid back down, his chest pressed against your small back. It wasn’t long before sleep took hold once again, his soft, even breaths warming the back of your neck.

#jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar (2009)#a:twow #avatar 2 smut

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stinkybuttwipes · 5 months

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Dragon ball characters 🖤Spicy🖤 headcanons~

Piccolo

This man let me tell you-

You’ll only get a few grunts out of him, he’s more focused on what he’s doing honestly.

He will only moan when he’s about to cum but he isn’t very loud with it because he is really embarrassed (poor bb)

Piccolo isn’t very vocal in bed nor does he do dirty talk but he’ll slip out a few cute names for you every now and then when he’s going at it

Ehem- sweetie, Angel, Honey *explodes*

He prefers to be in the missionary position but sometimes he’ll let you ride him ;)

He’s also a Hermaphrodite

You’ll wonder where tf his pp at and he’s so flustered about it. Lets just say piccolo aint the only one eating out (you gotta work to get that cock)

Once you get his cock out wish your pussy good luck because this man is huge

(8-9 inches and FUCKING GIRTH?)

Sometimes when he’s so exhausted and pent up he’ll need a blowjob from you.

His fingers, HIS FINGERS.

They don’t reach as deep as his cock does but boy do they make you see stars.

His antennas are hella sensitive so if you play with them you’ll definitely hear a silent moan from him.

He is so good with aftercare though don’t worry he’ll always take good care of you.

Want a bath? He’s on it. Hungry? He’s on it. Cuddles? He’s already got you❤️

Broly

Baby boy I love him so much

He’s a moaner! He’s a whimperer! He’s a crier!

This guy is a sweetheart in bed don’t let his appearance fool you.

He’ll be so gentle with you as he moans into your neck.

VANILLA SEX VANILLA SEX VANILLA SEX

He prefers not to be to rough or hard because he’s so scared he’ll accidentally hurt you doing it:(

Although if you want him to be rough or go harder whisper it into his ear please he’ll whimper for you and obey you so fast-

He’ll put his face in your chest as he rams into you , be careful what you wish for cause he is going to lose it eventually 🫣

Broly will start moaning reaaaal loud once he feels he’s going to finish (your pussy is to good for him ya know)

Be prepared for him to accidentally overstimulate himself-

He’s gonna either go harder and rougher or super saiyan on you. Either way you ain’t waking tomorrow.

This bitch will growl when he loses control and let’s be honest..it’s hot

Broly is PACKING he’s carrying a 10 inch veiny af cock when he’s hardened so he’ll be hitting you in all the right places.

Such a sweetie when it comes to aftercare. Play with his hair he’ll fall asleep immediately but right after he puts himself near your chest so he can hear your heart. It comforts him to know you’re still with him 🥹.

Goku

He can’t even be serious in bed

He is definitely a dog In heat when he’s horny though.

And when he’s horny he won’t leave you alone-

This bitch will have the fucking audacity to moan in your ear and grind on your ass (IN PUBLIC SOMETIMES TOO)

If you touch the spot where his tail used to be he’ll tremble but overtime it does become sensitive and he’ll tell you to stop.

Is a sweetie though even if he’s rough in bed, he’ll leave marks on you going from your neck to your calves.

He loves cockwarming at night and keeping his seed in you making sure none spills as you have to listen to him snore (no sleep for you~)

HE DO GOT A BIG COCK THO

9 INCHES AND HELLA WIDTH

ITS A SAIYAN THING THEY ALL GOT FAT PECKERS.

He is so good at eating you out like, a MASTER at it’ll he’ll get you to squirt in a minute.

So good with his tongue too 🫣

Will steal your panties and use them to get off as he moans loud so you can hear (HES DOING IT ON PURPOSE)

Favorite position is 69

Loves his cock sucked but also loves to taste you it gets him going~

He got fat balls full of cum so he’ll keep you up all night and day!

His calloused hands are good for clit rubbing 😩

He has no shame in saying the most embarrassing shit ever

Example: Goku: “What’s for dinner?” You: “bro, stfu and fuck me you dumb shi”

He forgets aftercare but he ain’t gonna bail on you

He’s prob gonna just pass out, cock still in you and everything…..”I’m hungry”

Overall 7/10 in bed

#piccolo #piccolo x reader #dbz #piccolo x yn #dragonball #x reader #dbz x reader #broly #broly x reader #broly dbz #goku x reader #goku

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yanderestarangel · 5 months

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HEADKANONS MK11 | BLACK DRAGONS DUO | ERRON BLACK AND KANO ☆ HARD SMUT VERSION ☆

A/N: This one goes out to my 3 followers who are horny fans of Kano and Erron Black <3!

TW: daddykink, semi public sex, degradation, smut, nsfw, blowjob, afab anatomy,ftm/male reader, praise, creampie, rough sex, eat out, painkink, anal sex, cunnilingus, v!sex, gun play, dom!kano, dom!erron black.

KANO

He is a vulgar man, and this applies in bed too, he spews disgusting and extremely arousing words, fucking you until you are a dumb mess because of his dick, pulling your hair hard and not worrying if you will feel pain or not - at that moment, all that mattered was fucking your holes with all the vigor he could muster.

"You're just a hole for me to use. This is your purpose - to please me and obey me. Remember that, whore, while daddy fucks your little slutty body mercilessly."

He's so brutal as he fucks your throat, forcing you to the base of his dick, you can touch the tip of your nose to the base of his pubic hair - but don't worry, Kano takes good care of his body, oddly enough, he smells well, a strong smell of expensive, sporty, woody men's perfume is quite pleasant - he will degrade you and praise you at the same time, seeing the tears come down from your eyes with each involuntary choke because of his dick hitting the back of your throat holding your head in place while he looked you in the eyes, his bionic eye glowed even brighter with each expression of pleasure you made when sucking him, phrases like:

"You love sucking my dick don't you?"

"F-Fuuck yeah~ that's it my good boy, choke on my cock."

"That's it! Take my dick, you dirty little slut oh- fuucck yes!"

He will also spend all the money he gets just to make you as beautiful as possible for him, and also on sex toys - vibrators, dildos, special lubricants, heart-shaped plugs that he will force you to use while dating him, so preference in public after fucking your pussy and ass, inserting the butt plug into your canal still filled with his thick, hot seed, placing a collar with his name in diamonds around your neck while pulling the chain to bring you even closer of him, you moaned softly at the feeling of having the hot liquid running down your thighs, mainly because he was going to make a point of complementing the pleasurable torture, he was going to put a vibrator on your clit, watching you whimper for him, while he smiled at the pathetic mess that you where.

"Are you shaking already? Just a cute and sensitive boy isn't that love? Want me to fuck you? Then beg louder."

Kano will wait for you to beg him to fuck you in the nearest alley, while he roughly pulled you down, pulling down your panties and exposing your two needy holes for him, the mercenary didn't really care if anyone saw or not - he was just going to fuck you - He turned around slightly, eyeing your exposed pussy hungrily, as he turned off the vibrator from your clit and removed the butt plug from your body.

"That's mine now isn't it?"

the Australian man will fill you up again, taking turns with his thick cock between your cunt and ass, giving painful slaps to your skin as he watches you go weak in the knees from the brutal thrusts - ending up on your ass, while ramming his thick shaft again in your overstimulated pussy, totally dirtying your thighs, taking out his dick again and hitting his member on your sensitive flesh, laughing hoarsely when he sees you hold on to him - he will reward you later don't worry, everything you want he will buy without question and pamper you like you were royalty -

"That's my warrior, You took it all like a big boy, I'm proud of you... I knew you're mine."

ERRON BLACK

Erron is a domineering and rude man, but not evil. He wants you to make the most of it every time you two make love, he takes the phrase: "save a horse, ride the cowboy" very seriously. He wants to fuck you in every possible position... But his preference will always be "cowgirl", seeing you jumping on his dick so eagerly while trying to control himself not to let out beautiful sighs - which only you do - fills his eyes of the gunman of passion.

"I want to feel your tight little pussy milk my cock dry, my baby boy doll."

"You're a filthy whore, taking my cock so willingly... Your tight, needy pussy is made for me to fuck."

He also likes to see you riding on his face, with his tongue fucking your pussy with all his hunger, the cowboy will make you roll in his mouth - grabbing your hips while placing you even closer to him, doing a provocative cunnilingus while watching you whining for more of him, pulling on his hat while - Erron's scruffy beard tickled your thighs, leaving a trail of juices, he also loves dirty talk, talking about how he missed you throughout the day, how he masturbated thinking about you, while bringing you even closer to him.

"I've fantasized about you, imagined fucking you until you're a moaning mess."

Erron also likes gun play - I think that's obvious - mainly, when you make him jealous on purpose, he will obviously unload the pistol, but he will use the cold, icy barrel to tease your skin, the gun inside your shorts, pressing it against your delicate flesh. It was a shocking and exhilarating sensation - one that made you feel excited, very... Excited.

"No one else can satisfy you like I can... You really like playing with fire, don't you pretty boy?" He continued to rub the gun against your pussy, you found yourself getting wetter and wetter, lightly slapping material on your clit - he will end up fucking you, making a creampie in your pussy while slapping you hard on the face, telling you that you were just his.

Aside from the occasional rough sex, Erron likes to be softer too. Fucking you sweetly on a rainy and tiring day, after a risky mission, holding hands with you looking straight into your eyes as he absorbed every reaction you made to him slowly fucking you - he loves being called "my cowboy" by you, you can see the small smile that forms on his lips, as the older man grabs you by the hips, massaging your breasts, sucking the creamy flesh while leaving small marks.

"I really love you baby...Fuck...Be a good boy and take all of this old cowboy's seed right here in this pretty pussy ok?"

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Omega by nature

Summary: You're an omega by nature.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, chasing, a hint of fear, OOC Dean, character's death

Sequel to: Beta in heart

A/N: Part 2/3

A few minutes before Dean came back to the bunker, …

Your eyes snap open and you’re gasping for air. The first thing you do when you jolt up on your mattress is touch your mating gland. Another nightmare woke you from your dreams.

“Only a dream,” you whimper as your mating gland is still untouched. The monster didn’t get the chance to destroy it. “How…why?” Just now you hear someone growl outside your room. “What?”

“Dean, you need to stop!” You can hear Sam outside your room, and then something hits your door. “DEAN!”

“She’s mine!” That’s Dean, fighting with his brother to get inside your room. “I got the get her! Sammy, get out of my way!”

You hear a loud thud and something sounding like a heavy body dropping to the ground.

“OPEN THE DOOR!”

Now, …

“OMEGA!” Dean steps inside your room. He sniffs in all directions, almost like a predator scenting his prey. “Omega?” A throaty purr leaves his lips catching your scent. “Y/N?”

You clasp one hand over your mouth. If Dean finds you in your hideout, he’ll not be able to control his instinct. He made it very clear, that you are not the woman he wants. Omega or not.

“Y/N, come out,” he crouches down to look under your bed. “There you are.” He lies flat on the floor, hand reaching out to touch your ankle. “Omega, you need to come here.”

“Go away,” you shrug his hand off your leg. “You can’t be here, Dean. Please leave my room. Your scent will ruin it. Please…”

“I can’t go,” he grabs your ankle again, tugging at it. You try to crawl away, but Dean won’t let go of your leg. “Get out from under your bed. We need to talk. Stop acting like a child.” Dean growls. You can hear him growl low in his throat.

Dean fights from control. If not, he’ll drag you out from under the bed and mate you. “Let me go.” You kick and scream as Dean crawls under the bed to wrap his arms around your body. “I’m warning you!”

“You need to calm down, or you’ll go feral,” he snarls in your ear. “I can smell you. Why did you reveal you’re an omega now?”

You wiggle in his grip and refuse to answer his question. “Let me go!”

“OMEGA!” You stiffen at his alpha command. While your instinct tells you to give in to Dean’s demands, you are too stubborn to obey. “Give in.” He sniffs your neck, purring low in his throat when you tilt your head. “Answer me.”

“I told you that I didn’t want you and Sam to believe I’m a liability,” you bite back. “And after you told me my presentation doesn’t change how you feel about me, I thought I could stop using suppressants and scent blockers. That shit is expensive!”

“What if Sammy would’ve lost control, huh? With an omega smelling like you around, he could’ve easily lost control,” Dean growls.

“Sammy doesn’t see me that way, Dean. He would never…”

“Nature gives a shit about feelings, Y/N,” he tightens his hold on you when you start wiggling again. “An alpha scenting an omega like you will lose control. You’re lucky I knocked him out.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine at Dean’s words. “You did what? Dean, you can’t just knock your brother out. What has gotten into you?”

”Do you know how hard I try to keep my alpha in control?” He nuzzles your neck. “If I let go, I’ll claim, mate, and knot you until you can’t walk straight for a week.”

“I won’t let you,” you ram your elbow into his stomach, making him growl. “You fucked Cassie not days ago. Do you honestly believe I’ll let you stick your dick into me?”

“Bad move, sweetheart,” Dean bites your neck. His teeth don’t leave a mark, but you stiffen and hold your breath. He grazes your mating gland with his teeth, making sure you know he’s not joking. “We won’t leave this room before we talk things out.”

“I need to get away from you, Dean! You smell like rut,” you’re out of breath from wiggling in his hold. “Please, you don’t want me.

“I smell like rut, but Castiel helped me suppress it,” he whispers in your ear. “Still, I’m struggling to hold back and not mate you.”

“You’re mine. Always were meant to be mine,” His voice dangerously low Dean snarls in your ear. “You had no right to hide your presentation from me. I tried so hard to stay away from you to not hurt you. I could’ve had my omega all this time!”

“Fuck you,” you snap at Dean before you ram your elbow into his solar plexus. He winces in pain and finally releases his hold on you.

You take the chance and crawl away, getting on your feet as fast as you can to go for a sprint. Dean is fast and strong. You must be faster to escape him.

“Y/N! Don’t!” He warns, but you are halfway out of the room. You slam the door shut behind you, holding your breath as you find Sam on the ground.

“Fuck. Sammy! He didn’t lie,” you crouch down to check on Sam’s pulse. He’s out cold, but he’s breathing. “I’m so sorry, Sam. He’s out of his mind…”

“OMEGA!”

“Shit,” you curse, and get back up to run along the hallways. If you can reach Sam or Castiel’s room, their scent will cover your scent. “Stay away from me!”

“Get back here!”

Dean chases after you. He curses under his breath as you speed up to dash toward his brother’s room. “I can see where you are going! There is no need to hide. I only want to talk to you.”

You stop in your tracks to look over your shoulder. Dean flashes you a toothy smirk, showing off his teeth. The last time he looked at you like that was when he was a demon – and that wasn’t a pleasant experience.

Dean dips his head, waiting for your next step. “Chasing me around the bunker won’t make me forgive you, Dean. You know this will end badly if you don’t stop right now. I’ll castrate you before I let you mate me.”

He chuckles darkly. His eyes glow, and his teeth look a little sharper when he smirks at you. “Sweet little omega, I’m going to chase you down.”

“Okay. That is enough,” you don’t know what has gotten into Dean, but this is not your friend. Something is more than wrong with him, and you fear he’ll go feral if you don’t stop him right now. “How about we talk this out?”

You tilt your head in submission to please the alpha. “How about we leave talking to bookworms and losers? I have something better in mind.”

“How about you fuck off you sonofabitch!” Your eyes widen when another Dean steps next to you to shove you behind his back. “That’s my omega!”

“Dean?” You look from the man holding a gun in his hand to the other Dean, the one chasing you around the bunker.

“I see you liked my face so much you had to copy it,” Dean jokes as he watches the shapeshifter smirk back at him. “Tell me, when did you touch me?”

“It was so easy. A crowded bar, with many people. I brushed past you and, voila, I knew everything about you and that sweet omega waiting to get bred,” the monster replies. “It was so easy to get inside the bunker and knock your brother out.”

“Well, newsflash asshole, this omega is mine,” Dean fires a round at the monster, throwing another one-liner at the shapeshifter as it drops dead to the ground.

“He’ll be alright,” Dean says as you worriedly look at Sam. “I should’ve come home sooner.”

“I should’ve known that you would never—” you sniff. “I ran and left Sam behind. Why did I not realize that this wasn’t you? You would never want me and…”

“Sweetheart, we will talk about this tomorrow,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “For tonight, I want you to stay with Sammy while I get rid of the shapeshifter.”

“I…” you nod, even though, you wish you could confront Dean for all the things he said and did.

For tonight, you will stay with Sam and ignore the aching in your chest.

You can’t help but feel sad. At least the monster wanted you.

>> Love by heart

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#dean winchester #angst #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #a/b/o #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean x omega!reader #female reader

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stevieschrodinger · 1 year

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Eddie goes zero to sixty when he wakes up. He expects to be dead, so the strong smell of disinfectant and boiled hospital food comes as a shock that, at first, he doesn’t believe.

But then the irregular bleating of the heart monitor next to him starts to sink in, the beeps sounding way too fucking fast and that stresses Eddie out even more. He tries to escape out of the bed, gets tangled in tubes and wires, agony burning up his side and through his stomach, practically falls out of the bed when his own legs won’t hold him.

The floor is rock solid and stone cold, and that just ratchets Eddie’s panic further, because now he’s stuck and he can’t escape and there are people – people he doesn't know – touching him, all talking all over each other and it’s so much, too much to handle, the overload -

“Holy shit kid,” a voice Eddie would recognize anywhere, mostly because he’s been warned by that voice so many times about getting caught dealing and carrying and, “Jesus, give him some room a second.”

“I thought you were dead,” Eddie rasps out, voice totally fucked.

“Yeah, well, thought the same about you kid,” Hopper answers, stoic and honest as always.

“I can’t stay here,” Eddie finds his hands twisted up in the material of Hoppers jacket.

Hopper nods, knowingly, “back into bed, give me half an hour.”

Eddie agrees, holds onto that, because the lights are too bright and the noises are all so fucking loud and even the sound of his own breathing is annoying.

“Kid,” Hopper raps on the door frame, and every fucking pair of eyes in the room swivels to him because literally everyone rammed into Max’s room is a kid to Hopper. He narrows it down a bit, looking at Steve, “Munson’s awake.”

Half the people in the room shoot up, Dustin’s fastest despite his fucked up ankle, so Hopper sticks an arm out, wraps him up, stops him even though the kid is screeching and wriggling in his hold, “just Steve, the rest of you stay here.”

There’s a roomful of complaints, but something in Hoppers tone must relay the urgency, because they do obey in the end.

“So, he needs somewhere to go.”

Hopper nods down at Steve, “Owen’s can wrangle it, but it’s got to be somewhere known, somewhere that has the space, somewhere...private.”

Steve gets what Hopper’s laying down, his place is the only place that makes any sense, “yeah, of course.”

Because there’s no question.

Eddie limps across the threshold, most of his weight supported on Steve’s shoulders. They take one look at the mountain of stairs and divert straight to the couch. Steve can see that Eddie’s in pain, that he’s restless, that he can’t settle, “what can I do?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Feel like there’s...fire ants or something, crawling all over, under my skin.”

Steve tuts. Not having a suggestion for that. Eddie’s face contorts again and he’s sweating. The nurse was very fucking clear about the pain meds, and Eddie can’t have any more for another couple of hours at the earliest. Steve doesn’t state that out loud; he’s pretty sure Eddie doesn’t need reminding.

He comes back with a cool sodden towel, feeling helpless, but the second it hits Eddie’s skin Eddie practically screeches and they know that isn’t the answer, so Steve throws it in the laundry.

“I don’t know what to say man, shower? Like, a hot one?”

“Dressings,” Eddie bites back, white knuckled and almost writhing now on the couch.

“Maybe...we should take you back, maybe they can-”

“No. Fuck no,” Eddie’s words bitten out, panicked.

“Okay okay,” Steve surrenders, palms up flat, “what then?”

Eddie’s eyes flick over the back of the couch, he can’t see the stairs from there, there’s a wall in the way, but his expression looks pained just at the thought, “I’ll try anything once.” He tries to make a joke of it, tries to make out that he’s okay, but he’s clearly in fucking agony and Steve has no idea what to do for him so he agrees readily.

Making it up the stairs takes them fully half an hour, Eddie having to wait, panting, on every single step. Steve’s never felt so helpless in his life (excluding that one time Max floated in the cemetery), it’s torture watching Eddie suffer, watching him try and keep in all the pained noises, only to fail miserably.

He manages a half hearted joke about King Steve giving him a sponge bath when they make it to the turn near the top, the wider step on the corner giving Eddie somewhere safe and secure to lean.

Steve doesn’t laugh, “how are you feeling now?”

Eddie swallows, throat clicking dry, “it’s worse. It’s like there’s...like something's under there, moving around,” Eddie draws in a hissed breath, face crumpling, “hurts. So fucking much.”

Steve doesn’t even know what to say to that, so they get moving, and those final four steps are worse than all the others combined. They shuffle through Steve’s bedroom and into the bathroom, and when Steve clicks on the light Eddie makes an agonized noise and Steve clicks it off again immediately.

“S’bright,” Eddie mutters, squinting at the floor, greasy, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. He looks ill. Washed out. No, gray. He looks like he’s gone gray in the dim light coming through the small bathroom window.

“Okay, okay, no problem,” so Steve turns to get the water going, trying to figure out how the fuck they’re going to do this considering Eddie looks exhausted and half dead already. He hears Eddie make a noise, there's a soft thump, and Steve turns back, concerned.

Eddie’s gone.

He’s just...gone.

His clothes are in a heap on the floor, bloody dressings mixed in, and Steve yells, hopping backward and nearly dragging down the shower curtain, when the pile shifts. Wings emerge. Tails.

Steve recognizes it instantly. It’s a fucking demobat.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck,” Steve backs away, edges his way through the door, thinking of the nail bat in the boot of his car. He usually brings it everywhere with him, when he can, but he was too concerned with getting Eddie into the house to think of it.

He doesn’t take his eyes off the thing as it flops around, trapped in Eddie’s clothes. Steve darts the rest of the way, scouring his room for a weapon and giving up fast; the kitchen, a knife; that would be easiest.

Steve runs for it, closing his bedroom door tight so the thing can’t escape. He runs down the stairs, grabs the biggest knife in the block and then takes the stairs two at a time on the way back up.

Steve opens his bedroom door cautiously, point of the knife sliding through the gap, just in case the thing is flapping around in his bedroom. It’s not, it appears safe.

But Steve knows the danger, he was nearly killed by just one of those things so he isn’t taking any chances. Steve waits a second with the door open...he realizes he can hear it. It’s not making the horrible high pitched screech that he’s used to, it sounds more like...well, it sounds like a whimper. It actually sounds kind of pathetic.

Steve creeps closer, only to find the demobat hopelessly tangled in Eddie’s clothes, it’s struggling only making it worse. Steve stands for a moment, staring. Eddie’s gone...and now that little creature is in Eddie’s clothes.

Eddie. Shit, Steve has a terrible feeling about this, “Eddie?”

Steve creeps a little closer, still pointing with the knife, “Eddie, man, if that’s you, you’ve got to give me something here,” Steve begs desperately. There’s still no response, “oh fuck me, I’m loosing my godamn mind.”

Steve kneels, moving a little closer, “Eddie?”

The Demobat’s strange, worm like head appears from under Eddie’s shirt and sort of...mewls. It’s pathetic, really. The open, rounded mouth in filled with rows of tiny, razor sharp teeth. It’s got four eyes, two above the mouth, and two more set behind that, and they all blink in turn, strange slits opening and closing slowly.

It makes another little noise. “Okay. Okay, lets, try...oh man I am so dumb. Dustin’s never going to let me live this down,” Steve slowly offers the back of his hand to the thing, reasoning that if it bites him, the wound won’t be too debilitating than if he looses a finger or something equally terrible. He waits, watching, poised to drag his hand back at the first sign of danger. He doesn’t need too though, because the demobat potentially formerly known as Eddie, snakes out a too long, thin black tongue, and licks a sticky smear on the back of Steve’s hand.

And that’s all. It sits still, staring up at Steve will all four of it’s beady black eyes, watching expectantly.

“Okay. Okay. I’m going to trust you. But if you bite me I swear to…” Steve mutters to himself as he carefully untangles the bat from the pile of clothing, it’s tails and wings well and truly wrapped up with the material.

It’s not awful. It feels kind of cold, but the skin isn’t like, moist, or anything, it’s very dry and kind of scaly. The wings are more leathery, and the tail is...well, it kind of feels weirdly hollow.

“Okay, I got you Munson. God that’s so weird,” Eddie’s body snakes up Steve’s arm a little way, wings flapping clumsily as he tries to right himself. Steve has to fight his instinct to throw the thing off, the last time a demobat was this close to him it nearly strangled him to death.

Despite climbing all over Steve, Eddie wraps his tail around his arms and chest...but not his neck. Not even close. Kind of like, even in this form, he knows.

Eddie ends up hooking the ‘elbows’ of his wings into Steve’s shirt and just...huddling there. Not doing anything, tail wrapped firmly around Steve’s arm, one wing against Steve’s chest and the other against his back, hugging Steve’s shoulder.

Steve stares at himself, and Eddie, in the mirror, “well, fuck.”

With no idea what the hell he’s supposed to do now, Steve heads to bed. It’s been a bit of a day, and whatever the hell this is can wait until tomorrow. He crawls into bed, carefully lying down. Eddie seems to get it, movements still slow and very clumsy, he shifts completely onto Steve’s chest, sort of walking on the joints of his wings, curling up.

Steve lies there, staring at the ceiling in the dark, “I guess this is...maybe not the weirdest thing to happen?”

Eddie makes a soft trilling noise.

Fuck.

Steve wakes up slowly, very aware of the warm weight on top of him. He blinks, vision filled with a mop of brown curls. Eddie.

Steve is hugging Eddie. Eddie is mostly on top of him. Eddie is very naked under Steve’s hands and his very obvious erection is digging into Steve’s thigh and, “Eddie, you’re people again!”

Eddie lifts his head, squinting, opens his mouth and says, “mrrrrp?”

It’s eerily reminiscent of the noise he’d made last night, as a demobat.

“You’re a dude again, dude.”

Eddie blinks. It seems to take a long time to process before he finally, finally croaks out, “coffee.”

Steve wholeheartedly agrees.

Steve slips out of bed, Eddie either isn’t acknowledging or hasn't noticed his boner situation, so Steve figures there's some sort of bro code here and just ignores it too.

While coffee is brewing, Steve figures his only possible course of action is to call the smartest person he knows. He will never admit that out loud, but luckily Henderson answers on the second ring, like he’s been waiting for Steve to call him.

“Dustin-”

“Can I come see Eddie yet?”

Steve sighs, “I’m great, thanks for asking, so cool of-”

“Steve.”

“Yeah. Yes, come over.”

The little shit doesn’t even say goodbye. He just hangs up.

Steve takes a coffee up to Eddie, who is buck naked and sprawled ass up over Steve’s bed, “okay, Eddie come on, Dustin’s on the way.”

Eddie groans, crawling out of bed, Steve heads over to his wardrobe to dig out something for Eddie to wear so he isn’t obviously staring at all of Eddie’s nakedness. There’s a thump and a, “shit,” that has Steve spinning back around, Eddie sat on his ass on the floor, looking confused.

“You okay?”

“Legs. Apparently you can forget legs really fast.”

It hadn’t occurred to Steve when he woke up, but it does now. All of Eddie is pristine; there’s not a wound, mark, scar bruise, anything on him anywhere. Steve has to step closer, kneeling in front of Eddie to prod his chest, Eddie swats at him, “you’re all healed up.”

Eddie stops swatting at Steve and prods himself instead, “holy shit. I am.”

“Well...that’s a positive, right?”

Eddie hums, and Steve goes back to digging him out a sweater and some sleep pants and boxers. That’ll do for today. Eddie’s a little wobbly when he stands, so Steve hovers in grabbing distance, but Eddie gets dressed without incident.

Steve offers him the coffee from the nightstand, now cool enough to drink. Eddie takes an enthusiastic mouthful and Steve watches as Eddie’s face goes through a series of...something, his mouth obviously full of coffee. His face is definitely doing something. And then Eddie just opens his mouth, “bleaugh,” letting the coffee just...run back into the mug.

And then he hands it back. To Steve. Who takes it reflexively, “I’ll just...I’ll go and get rid of this.”

“Where is he?”

“Okay, okay, firstly, I need you to not freak out.”

“Steve,” Dustin stares at him, “saying that is guaranteed to make anyone freak out.”

“Yep,” Steve agrees, “I mean it though, Eddie is absolutely fine, I swear it.”

“But. There’s a but isn’t there, Steve why is there always a but with-”

“He turned into a demobat last night. Like just, was a bat. And I didn’t know what to do, so we went to sleep, and then this morning he was Eddie again.”

Dustin’s face is a process, before he finally settles on, “are you sure?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “yes, yes, I’m sure. He was Eddie, then bat, the Eddie again. It wasn't complicated, just fucking weird.”

“Right...so where is he?”

Steve opens his bedroom door to find...absolute carnage. His bed has moved, the mattress is off the frame, there’s blankets and pillows strewn everywhere, feathers swirling in the air.

“Eddie?”

Eddie pops up on the other side of the bed, shirtless and frantic looking, “I didn’t, I didn’t do anything, it just, it just...it just exploded.”

Steve stares, the feathers settling. Eddie’s actually naked again and appears to be building some sort of fort on the floor of Steve’s bedroom, Steve blinks, “the pillow doesn’t matter Eddie.”

Eddie nods decisively, “good.” Then, after a moments thought, “do you have more?” And then he’s back on his hands and knees rearranging his fort, like a feral racoon or something.

“Dustin’s here, do you want to maybe come and talk to him?”

“It’s the scientific method Steve!”

“We are not throwing anyone off a roof, anywhere, any time, ever.”

They both turn back to Eddie, watching as he eats another spoon of raspberry jelly straight out of the jar.

“You got any ketchup?” Dustin asks, going back to food again.

“That won’t prove either theory, ketchup is red and sweet.”

Dustin turns to him, “Steve, that is possibly the most intelligent thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Steve’s ready to slap the little shit at this point, but Dustin’s face is earnest. Apparently Dustin actually means what he just said. Like, sincerely.

So Steve lets it go, and Dustin suggests, “we need something sweet but not red, and something red but not sweet.”

“We should go to the store,” Steve adds, then stares at Eddie for a minute longer; he’s basically fucking the neck of the jar with his tongue, “I’ll call Nancy to go to the store for us,” Steve adjusts.

Dustin nods, turning the page of his notebook.

Nancy drops grocery bags on the counter while Robin hops up next to her, “so, I thought we could make red jello and add a bunch of salt or something, I got some soup for him to try, some more jelly just in case, and some more ketchup since you said he really likes that. Two tubs of salsa…”

Steve rummages in the bag next to her, when Eddie pops up next to him, Steve hadn’t even heard him come into the kitchen. Eddie wedges himself right in there, pushing Steve back with a hand and then...hisses. Hisses at Nancy. Like, makes a hissing noise and bears his teeth. Steve just moves, lets Eddie push him back, while Nancy watches, wide eyes and surprised.

She takes a few Steps back herself, closer to Robin, and tries a tentative, “Eddie?”

He just hisses again, before snapping, “mine!” at her.

And then he disappears, there’s a light thump on the kitchen floor. Everyone watches as bat Eddie extricates himself from his clothes, movements much better this time around. He half climbs and half flaps his way up Steve’s body, until he gets to around waist height and Steve grabs at the thickest part of Eddie’s body to help him out. Eddie climbs the rest of the way, draping himself around the back of Steve’s neck, tail wrapped under one armpit, Eddie standing on his wing joints on the opposite shoulder. He hisses at Nancy again.

“Holy shit,” Nancy says.

Dustin is frantically scribbling in his notebook.

Robin, once she’d got over the shock of Eddie’s transformation, laughed and laughed and laughed. Even Nancy was smirking at them. The way Steve was absently stroking over Eddie to keep him mollified, and that Nancy couldn’t come within ten feet of them without Eddie getting all riled up again.

“So, you and Eddie huh.”

Steve just rolls his eyes.

“He’s feeling plenty threatened by Nance,” Dustin adds, really, really, unhelpfully.

“Probably because they were a thing,” Robin speculates.

“So you and Eddie are like, dating?” Dustin asks, and whatever Steve’s face does makes Robin laugh and laugh and laugh again.

Eddie actually manages a graceful glide off Steve’s shoulder and onto the nest/fort/thing Eddie had constructed earlier. Steve was going to try and tidy it before bed...but from the way Eddie is wing walking across it, pathetically dragging the edge of a pillow in his tiny mouth, Steve guesses that he’s not.

It’s also been a bit of a day, and he can’t really be bothered.

He climbs into bed, Eddie flapping out of the way and then climbing his way carefully up onto Steve’s chest.

This is my life now, Steve thinks, as he stares at the ceiling.

And then gets winded, when the very small demobat lying on his chest is suddenly a full sized man again. Eddie nearly headbutts Steve in the chin and Steve rolls over to dump him off, panicked and with the breath knocked out of him. Eddie makes a pathetic and somehow accusatory trilling noise, like this turn of events is all Steve’s fault, before he rolls over and flops over Steve again.

Apparently, cuddling is a thing they do.

Eddie makes a noise like a purr when Steve rubs his hand up and down the naked skin of Eddie’s back.

So, yeah, this is Steve’s life now.

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Double Trouble

Xiaoting is in for a ride as she takes on both the reader and Irene.

Length 2.7K

Irene X M reader x Xiaoting

Previous Part

You walked back into Irene’s office, a little excited to see what she had planned this time. As you step inside, you see she isn’t in the office, but you notice a note on her desk. “Please relax in my chair. I’ll be back in a moment,” It read. You follow along and take a seat in her chair. As you wait, you look through her desk and find toys of various sizes. Irene had her desk filled with toys that she probably used on Xioating. A few more minutes go by before the door creaks open slowly. Irene pokes her head in. “Ah, you’re here. Great. We can get started immediately.” She smiles at you as she swings the door open, and beside her is Xiaoting, covering herself up. You get hard at the sight before you; Xiaoting only wore a thin white nightgown. Her small brown nipples were clearly visible behind the sheer fabric, and it curved around as it came to her waist, leaving her pussy fully exposed. You shoot forward, leaning on the desk. Irene smirks at your reaction. “Do you like what you see?” She tilts Xioting’s head back with a single finger, running it down the younger woman’s chest and midsection before reaching her cunt. Irene stepped behind Xiaoting, turning her head to the side and kissing her as she pushed her fingers inside Xiaoting. When Irene breaks the kiss, she glances at you before looking at her submissive toy. “Is my baby ready to be used?” She asks in a low sultry tone. During the brief silence, the wet, squelching sounds of Irene’s fingers pushing deeper inside Xiaoting ring out in the room.

“M-mommy, I want you.” The older woman smirks upon hearing her toy’s desire.

“Don’t forget; I won’t be the only one using you.” Irene squeezes Xiaoting’s cheeks with one hand before turning her head in your direction. “He’ll be using you too.” Pulling her fingers out of Xiaoting, Irene runs them up to the younger woman’s stomach. “You’ll be so full of cum by the end. Doesn’t that make you happy?”Xiaoting shakes her head what little she can. Irene’s smile drops, “What was that?” She applies more pressure as she squeezes Xiaoting’s cheeks together. “Are you going to be a bitch again, Shen Xiaoting? You’re going to be stuffed and enjoy it.” Irene stops, her smirk returning to her, “Didn’t you say you enjoyed being filled up by his cum last time?” Irene spanks Xiaoting’s bottom, the sting of the quick hit making Xiaoting yelp. “Well? Tell him what you thought of last time, or else I’ll put you back in your cage for a few months.”

Xiaoting’s eyes go wide. She looks to the floor as she begins to speak. “I liked being filled with your cum…”

Irene spanks Xiaoting again, “Not good enough; tell him how you told me last night. Exactly how you said it.” Irene moves her hand back down to Xiaoting’s pussy, flicking her clit, and making the young woman moan wildly. Her legs quickly grow weak, forcing her to lean on Irene.

“Ah, Mommy! I loved being fucked by his cock! I want his cum in me again!” Xiaoting moans loudly.

Irene slowed her fingers, “See, that wasn’t so hard. “ Irene loosened her hold on Xiaoting’s face, patting her cheek as she let go.“ Irene leaves Xiaoting’s side, walking over to you and fishing your cock out of your pants. “Oh, you’re so hard already. Is my baby boy that excited already?”

“Yes, Mommy. I want to fuck Xiaoting again.” You reply, moaning as Irene strokes your shaft. Her pace is slow like she was teasing you. She moved her hand from the head to your base, lingering there long enough for you to want to say something before moving back up.

“You’ll have to wait a little for that. Xiaoting’s going to get a little punishment for not obeying my orders the first time.” Irene lets you go and looks through her drawers before settling on a light pink vibrator. “This will do nicely.” Walking back to Xiaoting, Irene wastes no time ramming it into Xiaoting’s pussy, turning it on, and setting it at its highest level. “Close your legs, Xiaoting. If you even try and take it out in any way…” Xiaoting rapidly nods her head before moaning; You watch her squirm as the vibrator pleasures her.

Irene blocks your view as she stands in front of you. “I need to relieve a little stress. You’re going to be helping Mommy.” Irene raises her skirt and straddles you. “Do you want to play with Mommy’s tits?” You nod your head vigorously, making Irene laugh. “Alright, alright. Calm down.” Irene slowly unbuttons her shirt while she grinds against your shaft. You let out small moans, making her go faster. As soon as the last button goes, you reach for her breasts, still bound by her bra. You pull it down and squeeze Irene’s tits. A soft moan escapes her as she watches you enjoy yourself. “I’ll need to train you to resist me.” She says as she presses her chest against you. While you try to get at her breasts, Irene moves her panties to the side and pushes herself down on your cock. You moan, feeling your cock enter her warm cunt. Irene lifts herself slowly before dropping back down on you. You moan again as Irene starts to ride you. “Does my baby boy love his mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes! I love Mommy’s pussy!” Irene smirks and turns her head back to see Xioating still squirming. With Irene leaning slightly back, you push your head toward her chest and latch onto one of her nipples. Irene moans as she turns her attention back to you. She cradles your head in her arms as she bounces on your cock. You feel her pussy hold you snuggly while you try to push deeper inside. Her walls separate for you, granting access to her womb; as your cock slides along her walls, you can’t help but put your hands on Irene’s ass. You pull up her skirt and make sure your hands touch the soft pieces of flesh as you squeeze them roughly. Irene’s moans become louder as you try to wrestle away control from her. Irene’s cunt grows tighter; she stops bouncing on your cock to grind on it briefly.

“I can feel you getting close. Do you want to cum in Mommy’s pussy?” You nod your head excitedly. “I’ll let you cum inside me; all you have to do is fuck Xiaoting like there’s no tomorrow, right after.” Irene leans in and captures your lips before whispering, “I want you to fill her with semen, don’t worry about a thing.”

Irene starts moving again; getting closer to your orgasm, you slam her down on your cock. “Mommy, I’m cumming.”

“Give it all to me, baby. Give it all to me.” Irene pleads as she starts bouncing on your cock wildly. You both let out a great moan, cumming as Irene buries your cock inside her. She feels your warm cum flood into her cunt. Irene groans, grinding against your cock as she milks you for more cum. “That’s it, baby; give it all to me.” You both stare at each other, only interrupted by Xiaoting as she cums. You both look at her watching her fall to the floor as her legs give way. Xiaoting’s inner thighs are slick with her nectar, a large puddle forms in the middle of the room, and the vibrator falls out of her.

Irene slowly dismounts you, enjoying the feeling of your cock slipping out of her. “Take off your clothes; we’re about to really start.” She whispers. The older woman slowly walks toward Xiaoting, cum flowing from her cunt down her thighs. “Did my baby enjoy watching her mommy get fucked?

“Y-yes, Mommy.”

“Well, I need you to clean me up before you get started on your turn,” Irene replies; she looks down toward her cunt before looking back at Xiaoting. It takes a moment, but Xiaoting understands what Irene wants. She crawls to her Mommy’s side and places her mouth over Irene’s pussy. Irene tilts her head back and moans. Xiaoting’s tongue pushes past Irene’s lips and scrapes her tongue along her walls as she cleans her Mommy’s pussy. The salty liquid runs down her throat as her tongue returns for more. Irene places her hand on the back of Xiaoting’s head, pushing the young woman’s face against her nether region. “Come on, baby; I know you can do better.” Xiaoting places her hands on Irene’s thighs as she tries to push her tongue deeper into Irene. Irene moans softly, groping her breast and using her fingers to pinch her nipples. “I knew you could do it. You’re doing so well now.” Irene has a serene smile as she turns her head toward you. She takes her hand off her breast to beckon you toward her. As you approach, Irene looks at Xiaoting, “That’s enough, baby. It’s time for you.”

Irene helps Xiaoting to her feet before turning her around and pushing her toward you. Your stiff shaft presses against XIaoting’s stomach; She looks down at it nervously before Irene presses her body against Xiaoting’s and sandwiches her between you. Irene raises one of Xiaoting’s legs up. “Do it, fuck her to your heart's content.” Not wanting to argue with Irene, you take your cock in hand and press it against Xiaoting’s entrance. You stare into her eyes before impaling her on your cock. As her mouth opens, you take the chance to kiss her, muffling her moans. Irene smiles at the sight before her and backs off. You snake your hands around Xiaoting’s body until they reach her ass. You lift her, and the young woman immediately wraps her legs around you. You thrust into the young woman, her tight pussy stretching around your shaft. You both audibly moan. Xiaoting’s legs tighten around you as you thrust. Her tight pussy is like heaven for you, much like Irene’s. You can’t get enough and thrust wildly, making Xiaoting’s small breasts bounce as she holds onto you.

“Ahh, fuck.” She moans as she feels your cock go deeper.

“Do you want his cum Xiaoting?” Irene whispers as she comes up behind the young woman.

“Yes! I want his cum!”

“Then say it to him,” Irene says as she traces her finger down Xiaoting’s spine.

Xiaoting looks you in the eye momentarily before leaning in and kissing you. “I want you to fill my pussy with your cum!” She moans loudly. Irene spanks Xiaoting, the loud clap filling the room. “Mommy?” Irene says nothing. You tilt your head to the side and notice Irene wearing a strap-on. She presses the head against Xiaoting’s puckered asshole and pushes it in slowly. “Ahh! Mommy, it’s too big!” Xiaoting whines as she feels her asshole being spread. While Irene pushes deeper into Xiaoting, you play with her breasts, capturing one in your mouth. Xiaoting moans in pain and pleasure as both of her holes are filled. She feels full as Irene finishes burying the strap-on inside her. You can feel the strap-on as your thrust, Xiaoting’s walls being the only barrier between you. You slowly down and give a slight nod to Irene. Irene pulls out, leaving the tip inside before thrusting back in. Xiaoting throws her head back, moaning loudly.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?” Irene says as she playfully slaps Xiaoting’s ass. You pull out slowly before slamming yourself back into XIaoting’s cunt. You and Irene begin to alternate, thrusting, picking up the pace slowly as you both fuck Xiaoting into an incoherent state. Moans are all she can release as you both use her. Irene feels some pleasure from fucking Xiaoting, her strap-on being double-sided. You get more enjoyment from being able to fuck the young woman like this; she feels tighter due to Irene’s strap-on filling her ass. Xiaoting’s walls clench down on your cock as she nears her orgasm. Your first one is coming up too. You start to thrust wildly, breaking up your and Irene's pacing.

“I’m going to fill your pussy up, Xiaoting.” You say as you hold onto her waist, using it to slam her down on your cock. Xiaoting can only moan as she cums on you; her pussy tightens around your cock, gripping you harshly. You drive your cock as deep as possible and unload, painting her walls white as your cum rushes toward her womb. You look past Xiaoting at Irene’s smiling face. She pulls her strap out of the young woman and goes behind her desk, tapping it a few times. After cumming inside Xiaoting, you walk over to Irene’s desk. Placing the small woman on the table, Xiaoting immediately falls back onto it. Her head is past the edge of the desk. Irene slaps Xiaoting’s face with the dildo of her strap-on and pinches one of her nipples, drawing a tired moan from the young woman.

You get hard inside Xiaoting, still holding onto her waist; you start moving. Xiaoting opens her mouth wide as she moans. Irene takes the opportunity to slip her strap-on inside Xiatoing’s mouth. The young woman closes her mouth, wrapping her lips around the shaft, and sucks on it as if it were real. Irene thrusts slowly, watching as Xiaoting's throat expands for her cock. The sight arouses you. You lift Xiaoting’s legs on your shoulders before leaning forward and putting them by her head. The position allows you to thrust deeper; you hit new parts of Xiaoting’s pussy, occasionally hitting her G-spot and waking her up momentarily. Xiaoting’s muffled moans grow louder as Irene stuffs more of her cock down Xiaoting’s throat.

You feel her getting tighter; knowing you aren’t going to last much longer, you slow down, making sure each thrust hits her womb. “Are you going to cum again, baby?” Irene asks. You both nod in response. Irene looks to you first, “Give her every last drop. I want to see her with a big belly full of your baby batter.” She then looks to Xiaoting, “You’ve done so well, baby; maybe I’ll give you a reward later.” Irene says as she pinches Xiaoting’s cheek Xiaoting’s eyes open up at the mention of a reward. Irene thrusts a few more times before pulling out. She rubbed her saliva-coated cock against Xiaoting’s face, leaving her a mess before she took off the strap-on.

Xiaoting’s mouth, now free, allows her to flood the room with her moans. “Give me your cum! Fill my pussy with it! I want it all!” She screams, seeking to please Irene. You give Xiaoting a few more strong thrusts before burying your cock inside her and releasing another wave of cum. Xiaoting’s pussy milks you for as much as it can as she cums too. Xiaoting’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and her body twitches. When her orgasm is finally over, her head dangles off the edge of the desk. Irene pats Xiaoting’s belly a few times as you start to pull out. She runs her hand along Xiaoting’s smooth skin, moving slightly lower. She presses on the young woman and sees your semen come flooding out of her.

Irene smiles, “You did a good job today, but we’ll have to work on your stamina.” Irene places her hand on your shaft, stroking you until you get hard. “That’s enough for today, though.” Irene feels her hand become messy due to all the cum and nectar on your cock. “Why don’t you use Xiaoting’s mouth to clean yourself off? She’s your toy too, just remember I always come first.”

You give Irene a nod. “Thank you, Mommy.” You walk over to Xiaoting’shead and slip your cock inside her mouth. Her tongue automatically starts moving around your shaft. You tilt your head back and moan, enjoying the feeling of Xiaoting cleaning your cock. Once you tilt your head back down, you see Irene sitting in one of the chairs, watching you and fingering herself. You get close to cumming quickly, still being sensitive from your earlier orgasms. Having Irene watch you only made it worse, and you quickly pull out of Xiaoting, jerking yourself off and cumming on her face to finish yourself off.

Irene gives you a soft smile, “Go on and get out of here, baby. ‘I’ll wait for Xiaoting to wake up.” You get dressed and leave Irene and Xiaoting alone in the room, having completed another session with them.

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