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(gif not mine) pairing: din djarin x afab!reader (gender not specified, descriptions of afab genitalia) rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) requested: yes, here !!! word count: 2.7k summary: Din lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start." warnings: SMUT. there’s like no plot. teasing, PiV (unprotected), Din has a praise kink, he begs, inexperience, loss of virginity, brief allusion to rough sex if you squint, yall cant convince me Din isn’t a stuttering little mess, riding in the pilot’s seat!!, sliiiight dom!reader, slight discussion of Din being ashamed he’s a virgin, idk what else tbh notes: thank u for requesting this! i just wrote it in like 30 mins haha. i hope yall like it i love my space cowboy boyfriend <3 this is unedited. reblogs/comments always motivate me hehe

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you stare at the cold metal in front of you.

it stares back silently.

your hand is itching to just go knock, to raise a few inches and rap your knuckles upon its shimmering, textured surface; it'll be so simple. so easy, definitely one of the easier things you've ever done.

but the conversation that awaits on the other side- well.

that's not so simple.

"why don't you go over there, Din?" a glint of beskar as his head whips to you, alarmed. thrown off. a head tilt of irritation, "excuse me?" a raise of your eyebrows, "oh, sorry, didn't realize we were playing innocent." you jut your chin towards the young woman who stands, twirling her hair and making bedroom eyes at Din from across the bar. jealousy curls up your throat - he'd been staring in her direction since you'd arrived, too. "come on, she's been staring at you the whole time. go- go do your thing."

"that isn't funny." he mutters, causing the chilled pint of ale between your fingers to sear you as you flush. tough crowd. "why do you assume I'm joking, hm?" you tilt your head again and he shakes his head. it's painful, the way you and Mando have been dancing around each other for weeks. a brush of a leather hand on the small of your back, a kind chuckle at something you say, your hands soothing over the thick cowl that hides his sore knots - the ones that form in his shoulders from carrying the jetpack - a murmur of your name when you're in danger, the curling of your hand around his arm in crowded public spaces. you're sure it's torture, but it seems neither one of you can make the move.

"she's not looking at me like- like anything." he dismisses, arms curling over themselves in a cross of defense. you hum a laugh; who wouldn't look at Mando like that?

"oh, c'mon. jus'go up and talk to her. she's probably dying for a big man like you to toss her around." you elbow him, winking. a slick, regretting coil of envy curls around your stomach as you take in the way his helmet tilts from you back to her; what the fuck are you doing? you silently beat yourself up, cheeks hot with the swirling complacency that befalls you following several drinks of ale. you sound like a complete moof milker as you let yourself encourage Mando to- to what, pursue another woman?

how does that make sense to your brain?

there's an echoing thud as Din slams his fist hard on the bartop. you jump, eyes wide as he shakes his head, turning to stalk straight out the doors, leaving you behind in his anger.

yeah. the wall has never been so daunting before.

you know you upset him earlier. he's been cooped up inside his bunk the whole night after you returned alone from the cantina, and no matter how much you've tried to ignore it, you know that it's your fault that you've made him angry.

your fist raises.

the metal whooshes before you can make contact, though, and your eyes meet the hard chest of beskar before you can take a step back. a soft oh leaves your lips as his helmet tilts microscopically down towards you for a moment; he's pushing hard past you with a fierce silence and without a second glance in your direction.

"wait!" you call as he disappears up into the cockpit, the silence sterile in the Crest as he stalks out of view. you chew your lip as you scramble to follow him, knowing you at least owe it to him to apologize for what you'd said.

he's sitting in the cockpit, fiddling with the controls as you soon start to engage in liftoff protocols; a thudding jolt as the Crest lifts off sends you stumbling into the chair as you stare, wide-eyed, shocked at Mando's abrupt behavior. he didn't even warn you that he was preparing your next track.

you try; you really do. seven different attempts - yes, you counted them - to get him to speak, casually commenting on the smoothness of the Crest after your last maintenance day, asking him if he remembered the coolant you'd forgotten a few cycles ago, telling him about Grogu catching a flying-Banda and swallowing it whole mid-air; stupid shit.

all you got in response was silence.

a sigh, maybe - his helmet wouldn't turn anywhere near you, and your glare cuts through the glinting on his head as stars race above you. it was just like when you'd first met, agreeing to go with him and work maintenance or grogu-sit when he needed it, and existing in weeks of silent tension, the man surrounded in so many walls that he could be armor-less and still the most impenetrable person in the galaxy.

he was cold. you'd pushed him back into the shell you'd spent months working to chip away.

"Din." you say flatly, crossing your arms. he doesn't respond; not even a huff, or a grunt, or a movement of muscle to indicate he heard the word.

"look, I just- I want to apologize. okay?" you say desperately, shaking your head. but he catches you off guard yet again as he speaks up, voice heavy and more hot than normal; like he's been stewing with his thoughts for far too long.

"-I don't want some random woman. I don't just sleep with anybody because I think they're attractive." his voice moves through the cockpit in defiance and you sit back in your chair, blinking for a moment. oh.

you clear your throat, unsure how to approach what he's said; a sick, twisted part of you scowls at his insinuation that he'd found the woman from the bar attractive; but of course he did. she was. and you're unable, still, to deny the throbbing ache of desire that dully spreads through you at the very dim prospect that you are not just a random woman to him.

"I was out of line. I over-stepped." you try again.

"do you think I'm upset that you teased me back at the cantina?" he clips, taking you off-guard. your brows furrow, tilting your head, "y-yes?" it comes out like a question of your own, in your doubt.

he sighs. the weight of it smashes you back as you furrow your brows; he will not go into another bout of silence again, you won't let him. no.

"what is it, Din?" you ask gently, leaning your elbows onto your knees.

he breathes out, hand twitching by his side. "I just-"

you're not sure what spurs his sudden admission; be it from frustration or a genuine desire to confide in you, his only companion besides a 50-year-old baby.

"I don't have- I don't have much experience." he admits, voice laced with embarrassment. he sounds much more unsure of himself than normal. "because of the Creed- I have lived differently than others."

oh. oh.

you flood with emotion, eyes flying wide. "oh, Din-" you feel like you're on fire in embarrassment, shaking your head in regret, "I'm- I didn't even think about that. I shouldn't have-"

"please," he almost whimpers it, "stop."

you do.

he lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, hands on his lap. "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start."

you nod, throat dry. his composure, the sweet genuine tilt in his voice; your underwear slicks as you wait for him to continue. the air feels... thick with anticipation.

he's breathing more shallowly, his hands gripping his beskar thighs as he keeps your gaze. "I don't...know how to get what I want from..." he stops, his helmet fully facing you. your words are dead on your tongue as you stare at him; your heart thunders as you beg him to say it.

"from you." he finishes, body still as he awaits your reaction.

heat spreads through your entire body as you stare at him, fire licking your fingertips. he wants- he wants you. he wants you.

you swallow your fears in one sentence, "have you considered... asking?"

your voice has it's desired effect. his chest almost shivers as he lets out a soft breath, hands clenching as you stand from your seat to walk, slowly, towards his chair. you're more than thankful you'd had the thought to change from your hunting clothes; your shorts, breezy and loose, sit barely below the curve of your ass and you don't miss the way Din's helmet moves with the sway of your hips.

his helmet tilts to stare up at you when you set your hands on each side of his arm rests, leaning in close. you can smell his scent as you smile sweetly, "I would say yes, you know." you whisper next to his helmet as he lets out a strangled noise.

it’s a split second before he shakily groans. "I want you." he finally gasps, "I need you."

you let out your own shaky breath as arousal floods your underwear, arousal swirling in your stomach. "I want you too, Din." you press a soft kiss to his forehead, the cool beskar tingling your heated, desiring lips.

his hands remain clenched until you slide yourself onto his lap, settling yourself to straddle him in the pilot's chair, a fantasy you've imagined almost every night since you've met the man. you don't even suggest removing the beskar; he deserves to be comfortable as possible, and you flush when you realize you like the sharp bite of the metal on your bare skin.

your hands explore the long, sturdy planes of his chest and neck, over the ruched material, threads loose under the tips of your fingers, armor cold. you can feel him under your aching heat; he's already semi-hard, his breath falling from his helmet in breathy grunts as you slowly, gently rock against him. "you can touch me, Din."

it's like he's snapped to life; hands fly up to your hips, tugging your chest impossibly close as he mutters into your ear, "fuck, cyare."

it starts slow; your bodies glued to each other, exploring every inch you'd desire to discover before, the blue-electric lights of hyperspace coaxing the two of you into a dreamlike state.

but he gets desperate quick.

he's groaning, straining hard and thick against his flightsuit; as your hand falls to palm him as you rock your clothed clit over the material, you're momentarily concerned that if you aren't warmed up before taking him, he may not fit. "you're so big, Din." you whisper as your lips flutter along the seam of skin exposed between his helmet and cowl. he lets out a moan of your name, one hand pulling you by your back towards him, the other digging into the plush of your ass, sneaking under the fabric of your sleep shorts.

"cyare, please-" he gasps, voice begging, "need to- need to be inside you."

you smile, kissing the hot skin of his pressure point, tongue slinking up as his heart pounds. "there, that's how you ask, Din."

you press another kiss to him, your hands moving to undo his flight suit, pulling his thick cock out; he ruts upwards with a sharp moan, hand digging into your ass so hard it may leave marks.

pre-cum leaks out of him in beads; he's so goddamn hard, whimpering at your touch. you feel your slick dampen your thighs through your underwear, shivering with desire.

you pull your underwear to the side swiftly, rising onto your knees as he stables your hips up above him. his chest sputters, grunting as you start to move your hips, teasing him with your velvety wet cunt.

broken grunts of Mando'a leave his helmet, his fists tightening as his helmet falls back to thud against the back of his pilot's chair. "please, mesh'la, please." he mutters.

you can't wait any longer; soon you're shifting, prodding yourself over his head, gently taking just a bit of him inside you. your gasps are in tandem at the tight, warm stretch; "Din, y'gonna fill me up so well."

he moans at that, hands rising to hold your shoulders, his thick, muscled arms swallowing your frame as he hums, "fu-uck, n-need you mesh'la."

you nod, your breath fogging up his helmet as you desperately shift your hips, preparing to take him into you. and then slowly, you let your legs relax slightly.

"M-Maker-" Din stutters, the weight of his helmet dropping onto your shoulder as you slowly lower yourself; his cock, thick and warm, eases you open gently, the pain of his stretch curling your toes in your boots. “yes,” you hiss, swallowing dryly as your hands, stabilizing themselves on his neck and shoulder, grip tight.

you have to ease yourself down onto him; his hips buck up harshly, as if he can't help himself, his tip sheathing so far into you that it prods at your tender cervix, causing you to yelp in pleasure.

"s-sorry." he mutters, hands shaking as he holds on to you, "can't-f-fuck, it feels so- you feel so warm. y'so tight. ’m not gonna-"

you nod desperately, starting to move yourself, fucking him slow as his hands hold you.

"feels good. you're so good, you're so good for me." you mutter, causing his cock to twitch deep inside you. he moans loud as you mutter praises, his cock so deep; dragging through your walls, hitting an angle which nudges that delicious spot inside you.

a groan of your name has you smiling as you suck a mark dark onto his neck; you start to build up the pace, the simmering arousal soon spurring you to chase the building pleasure.

"yes, yes." you nod, peppering kisses over his throat, nails clawing to expose more of the forbidden, golden skin. you feel him clench below you; his hard, cold thighs tense under the beskar, the muscles of his abdomen flexing under the protection as the lewd noise of your connection echoes through the cockpit.

he's close, you know it.

you want him to cum, you want him to be consumed by it; you want him to consume you, you want to consume him. you tug him as you maintain your pace, legs burning as you chase your own orgasm.

"y'gonna cum, Din?" your voice is laced sultry and aroused, fogging his helmet as he nods, broken moans of ecstasy leaving his helmet. "yes, f-fuck- I-"

"yes, cum, baby." you mutter, his hips soon spurring to thrust up and meet your own movements, the pet name making him shiver. you let out a yell, cracking with pleasure as he holds you immediately to you, his whimpers echoing with your moans.

he finishes with a moan of your name and a slam of his fist hard onto the console next to you; all of the lights in the cockpit shut off at his action but you can barely notice as his orgasm paints your channel, hot and thick. you're out of breath as he rides out his high, ropes of cum filling you.

he twitches inside of you as you stutter to a stop, your wetness causing a stain on his flightsuit below you.

his head lifts from your shoulder, voice wrecked, chest panting. "you didn't- you didn't finish." he sounds confused, embarrassed.

you flush at his statement - he just had sex for the first time, and is disappointed you didn't cum? you let your hands rub soothing circles over the parts of his shoulders that aren't covered with armor.

"n-no, Din- that was 'bout you." you sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to the contoured beskar of his cheek. "we have next time." you ensure him, gasping as his hips still rock up into you gently, his softening cock pushing his cum deeper inside of you; holding it there.

keeping him inside you.

he stiffens, head rising to look at you. "no." he mutters, his hands dragging down your spine, catching on your hips, sliding back up to grope your breasts. "show me how to make you cum now. please, mesh'la."

another rush of arousal floods you, shivers running down your body as you grin with a flush. resisting a loud moan of desire, you nod gently. "okay."

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vmpiires · 30 days

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﹆₊注意‧₊˚ PAY ATTENTION TO ME, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ your boyfriend has been on the game for the whole day. why not distract him a little? wc, 1.23K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. this idea had me giggling and kickin my feet. i’m back from my “break”. and did yall see the eclipse monday? it was mad pretty. also with gamer!choso, he strikes me as a destiny 2/valorant/overwatch player. hope ya enjoy the storyyyy. reblog to support meeee

␥ tags. gamer!choso, reader is getting bored watching choso play, smut, riding him while he plays his game, female anatomy, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

perched on the edge of the bed, you watched as your boyfriend choso raged and fumed at his teammates, their second loss in a single hour driving him to madness. his body was taut and rigid, every muscle coiled with tension as his nimble fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating the character with precision.

you sat there, wishing those hands were on you, exploring every inch of your body instead of his loadout before starting another round. the room was filled with the sound of clicking keys and expletives as if a storm was brewing within the small space.

your gaze remained fixated on the back of choso's head, tracing every strand of his obsidian hair that flowed from his low ponytail and clung to the pale skin of his neck.

the rest of his hair framed his face in a silken curtain, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and cheekbones. you couldn't help but study every minute detail, from the way strands danced in the breeze to the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

the deafening roar of weapons firing and the frustrated mutterings of choso echoed through the air, seeming to last for an eternity before the match finally came to an end.

with a jubilant shout, choso leapt up from his seat, celebrating his team's victory with wild enthusiasm. your nostrils flared in annoyance and your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but then a spark of determination ignited in your mind as an idea popped into your head.

as you rose from the bed, the springs beneath it groaned in protest. choso was engrossed in his favorite game, his fingers moving deftly over the keyboard as he swiftly maneuvered the controls. you straddled him, feeling the creak of his chair as you settled onto his lap.

choso's smile widened as he glanced up at you, then quickly leaned in to kiss your head before returning his attention to the screen. A warm flush spread across your cheeks and your lips couldn't help but curve into a delighted grin.

"choso," you prodded playfully. "you've been playing valorant since we woke up…are you sure there isn't something else you’d rather do, something more fun?" the room was filled with the glow of the computer screen, but all you wanted was some time with your boyfriend and doing something more fun than sitting inside playing video games all day.

choso let out a heavy sigh, his brow furrowing as he spoke. "i know," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of frustration. "but listen, baby, just a couple more games and i'll get off. we can do whatever you want, okay?"

his proposal sounded intriguing, but your impatience was growing with each passing second. without much thought, you agreed to choso's request and soon found yourself removing your shorts. he didn't even notice, too focused on claiming another victory in his game.

you took a moment to study the man before you. his grey joggers were neatly tied in a knot at his waist, emphasizing the noticeable bulge beneath the cloth. your gaze traveled up to meet his intense violet eyes, which sparkled with determination as he focused on the screen in front of him. it was the same look he gave you when he pounded into you after a stressful day, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

with furtive glances around the room, you leaned forward and gently tugged at the strings of his pants, slowly pulling down both his joggers and boxers. despite your efforts to be discreet, you couldn't help but marvel at the thought of being caught. choso seemed completely oblivious, not even paying you any mind.

once his pants were low enough for you to access, you carefully adjusted yourself onto his lap and positioned yourself above his erect shaft. as you made yourself comfortable, you couldn't help but smirk at how unaware he was. how could he not notice someone pulling his pants off or feel your drenched core pressing against him?

your slick coated his length as you dragged it teasingly against him, reveling in the knowledge that anyone would have noticed such blatant actions. but choso remained blissfully unaware, lost in his own thoughts as you took control of the situation.

choso was completely lost in his video game, the bright graphics and music consuming his senses. he barely noticed when you wrapped your arms around his body, pressing yourself closer and grinding against him, small whimpers escaping your lips. it wasn't until he felt your movements become more urgent that he snapped back to reality.

he let out a low groan as he tried to focus on both the game and the pleasure you were giving him. but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to do so. "fuck, couldn't you wait?" he strained, feeling his breath getting heavier as he rolled his hips back against yours. his vision started to blur as the sensations overtook him.

choso bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold onto his control as you moaned in his ear. "you were taking too long," you finally replied, panting slightly. the chair beneath you both creaked under your weight as your hips continued to grind against each other, the room filled with the sounds of the game and your shared desire.

as the game drew to a close, choso struggled to concentrate on finishing as your urgent movements pressed against him. the rhythm of your body, shifting from slow to fast, kept him on edge. your moans and cries drowned out the sounds of the game, overwhelming his senses.

tears glistened in your eyes, reflecting the intensity of your desire. choso's heart raced as he tried to keep up with your escalating passion. each touch and kiss was like a fire burning through his veins, igniting a deep desire within him. as the intensity grew, he found himself lost in the moment, completely consumed by you.

as the intensity grew, your mouth began to salivate, and drool escaped from your parted lips. the sensation of choso's body against yours was overwhelming, and you could feel him nearing his climax. your moans echoed in the room, mingling with his. your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks symbolizing this passionate moment.

just as choso reached his peak, so did you. warm liquid spurted from his tip and onto his chair and thigh, evidence of the pleasure he had experienced with you. during the aftermath, your fluids mingled with his, coating his now softened shaft. you put your head down on his shoulder, your breath hitting his skin as you tried to catch your breath.

you were about to move yourself off of choso but you felt his arm squeeze tightly around your waist. he kissed your neck and moved up to your ear. "you made me lose my game," he whispered, eyeing his computer screen that showed a death screen.

a mischievous smirk played at the corners of your lips as you looked at him, "well, i can't say i feel bad or whatever," you teased. "i think a little distraction was exactly what you needed." the air between the two of you crackled with energy as you waited for his response, ready to pounce with more playful banter. choso rolled his eyes.

“whatever. next time i’m locking you out,” choso grumbled, finally letting you get up.

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skeletonapricationday · 5 months

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Dead dove do not eat

I do not condone any of these actions and neither should you. This is purely fantasy. Do not forget that.

Warnings: blood kink, choking (gone a little far), bondage bench, face fucking, knotted genitals (fox pp), dark web streaming, recorded sex, and too many more to count.

Minors dni

You move around your messy warehouse excitedly and nervously. All the cameras placed perfectly, even a few mics placed caustiously as to not be in view. You walk over to your computer screens, their bright lights the only lights in the room. They shine on your face as you slip the mask on. Securing it tight. The familiar feeling of power surging through you.

1...2...3...Action!

"Hey my little degenerates! Cobra here today with a very exciting stream." You see the chats and views roll in quickly. The followers you've gained over the years quick to join.

'A new exciting stream! We've missed you Cobra' one writes. 'I've been so lonely without my favorite whore.' Another chimes in. All types of messages on your screens.

"Awee you've missed me. That's so cute." You say, your lips curling into a foul smile. The mask covered the top half of your face, leaving your plump round mouth as the only thing in view. "I missed yall too, but you won't regret why I've been gone for so long...today we have a very exciting guest. Can yall guess who it is?" You ask sickly sweet.

'A guest? Is it a new toy?' A chatter asks. 'No, she never introduces her toys this way.' Another correctly assumes. 'Could it be another streamer?'

"Oh my. You've gone from cold to burning hot chat. You're close~" You purr. Waiting for them to catch on. "C'mon yall begged for this. You should know!" You say fake pouting. Setting up a silent hype for your viewers.

Suddenly the door opens behind you, setting your nerves ablaze. You've never met him before, but you've seen his streams. Always quick to jump in and even tip him. You look over as he stands out of the cameras view, slowly putting on his mask. He's so quick you didn't get to see his face. "Guys! Your surprise is here." You giggle standing. Walking over to him, flaunting your hips as you walk for the camera.

The man barks out a laugh. "My, you seem more excited than your chat." He says in that usual mechanical tone you've come to love.

"Can't help it, I'm also a fan yknow." You giggle nervously.

You can hear the chat going wild. Some already catching on from his voice alone, and others left in utter confusion. You toy with the stockings on your lingire nervously. Wondering what to say or do, but you quickly go back to being professional.

He walks slowly into the frame, walking straight up to a camera. "Hey chat- did you miss me too?" He asks expertly, his reveal making the fans go nuts.

'No way! Cobra did it!' 'I wanna be her, I've always wanted to meet Fox.' 'Shut up and just enjoy this!' The chat goes wild, sending in tips before the show even starts.

You walk over and playfully grab Fox's arm, pulling it close to your barely clothed chest. "Isn't this just exciting! Who knew you'd ever respond to little ol' me." You tease, looking into his cold eyes.

"I'm not dumb enough to reject such an offer! I'm sure plenty would kill to be in my place." He teases back, quick on his feet. "Though I'm sorry for the time crunch, I wish we could've met behind the scenes first." He says earnestly, like he's also excited for this show.

"It's no problem. We're both busy people." You purr out like honey. Voice more animalistic than the fox being in front of you. Excited merely at the thought of this shoot.

He wrenches his arm out of your grasp, grabbing your waist with it. His sharp nails caressing your bare side. "I hate making pretty woman wait, especially when they're famous. Should we get to it?" He asks, then looks back the screen. Fans biting their nails eagerly for this.

This was it. You're a famous gore streamer yourself, frequently buying from Fox's underground trade. Breaking toy after toy. You even did a few streams of just yourself, a nice toy, and a knife, those seem to be the fans favorites. They want to see you in a reversed position. Used the same way you use others. You're pulled out of your thoughts by a harsh grip.

His nails now digging into your side, small spots of blood pouring down from the small puncture wounds. You hiss and groan, receiving a small chuckle in return. "Now now- we haven't even started. Can't have you zoning out...yet." He says, a dark looming foreshadow. You blush under your mask and look at him.

"Sorry I'm a tad nervous. I'm not exactly used to handing over my reigns." You say like an announcer, trying to keep the act up for the fans. He simply looks humored as he pulls his hand away. When he does you quickly show off to the camera the small cresant shaped injuries. Nothing major, not even worse than what you've done to yourself. Simply telling of what's to come.

"So I've brought something special, since I'm being gifted such a special toy." He purrs, walking over and opening a suitcase. Inside is a choke chain you've seen on stream before. "Don't worry doll, that's just the beginning." He hums out. Pulling out the chain and placing it aside. Underneath is a peculiar looking stick. You don't know what it is until he pulls it out, it's a cane. Long, hard, and sturdy. The perfect tool to get yelps out of someone. You gulp nervously, unsure of this, but also entirely sure.

He walks over and grabs your bandage bench, setting it up to fit you. Hooking the choke chain into the ceiling above it. If he wasn't wearing a mask you could swear he was smirking. "Do you understand the plan now doll?" He asks darkly with a honeyed undertone. You nod slowly and understanding. Seeing that the play has already begun.

You look at the camera and pretend to fan your face. "Geez chat it feels like it's already gotten hot in here!" You beam. Feeling Fox come behind you, running his hands up and down your sides.

"I think it's just you." He says into your ear, gripping onto your breast in front of the camera. Pushing them together for the viewers pleasure before teasing your nipples through the lace. Getting a small moan from you. "Afterall, what a cute little outfit. Is this all for me?" He barks out curiously, running his hands down to your thighs. Wiggling and playing with them like a cat.

"Of course it's for you silly. Gotta put on my best wear right?" You respond right back, trying to keep your confidence.

He whispers low into your ear, so quiet the microphones can't pick it up. He's speaking just for you. "Perfect darling. Perfect. Because I'm going to destroy you." He then looks at the camera and crinkles his eyes innocently. He grabs your throat, squeezing lightly.

You gasp as your airflow is weakened, not completely restricted. "Now where do we start with a little inexperienced thing like you?" He quips to the camera. Reading off chat requests till one catches his eye.

'Just strip her already and put her in that chair. I wanna see a Dom squeal.' He laughs at the chatter. Turning your head so you can see the message too. "You hear that doll? Your cute little fans wanna see you turned into a mess. Normally we'd do some kind of light play before getting into the meat of the show but...I can see you're too tantalizing for that." His grip on your throat tightens. Completely cutting off your ability to breathe.

You struggle a bit, surprised by his harsh grip. He only lets out a huff through his nose and squeezes tighter. Causing you to feel a small ring like bruise form on your precious skin. He lets go.

You fall to the floors coughing, holding the concrete floor as a life line. He picks up a camera and zooms it in on your face. "We've only just started and she's already sputtering. Are you sure you aren't just a bottom in disguise?' He asks curiously, running his boot up your thigh, pressing painfully into it.

"Nope, I'm a switch, Fox. Never claimed to be a dom." You giggle out cockily. Looking through the holes of your mask defiantly. Rubbing your throat to ease the pain of the mark, feeling wetness pool at your thighs. His harsh and unloving gaze already turning you on.

"Doesn't mean anything if you're still pathetic." He says, barking out another laugh. Taking his boot off your thigh he notions towards the bdsm bench. Telling you to get ready to be strapped in.

You slowly stand and walk to it. The bandage bench forcing you into a downward dog position. He straps you in carefully, till you can only move your head back and forth, and mildly rock your hips. "You look better positioned like the bitch you are." He says looking down at you. Putting the choke chain around your neck, forcing you to keep your head up. One wrong move and the nails would pierce through your throat, rendering you dead.

"I'm not a dog." You say in a bratty tone. Smirking at him like 'what are you gonna do about it.'

"Sure you are." He smiles, running a cold gloved hand down your back all the way to your ass. Goosebumps forming whereever he touches. He quickly brings a hand down to your ass causing you to yelp. "See? You just barked." He giggles out. Entertained by your shattering ego.

"I don't bark, I moan get it right." You huff in response, rolling your eyes. He can't see it since he's behind you, but you're sure he catches it in one of the several viewfinders. Your kinky play broadcasted to thousands. It makes you grow wetter at the thought, and distracts you enough for Fox to surprise you

A sudden blinding pain vibrates through your body. Starting at your ass and zapping all the way up your spine. You whimper when it subsides. "What is-?" You shout confused.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten? I even showed you." He purrs behind you. Rubbing over the mark on your ass, soothing it with his cold palm. "That's one."

"On-one?" You stutter. Keeping your head painfully up despite the urge to hang your head in pain. "How many are you gonna do Fox." Suddently you scream in pain again.

"Wrong." He states coldly. "Whats my name?" He asks.

You bite your bottom lip in thought but come up blank."Fox-its Fox- AAA." Another slap of the cane.

"Fox is only when you're human." He coos. "And right now you're a toy. What do toys say?" He hums, tapping his nails on your back expectantly.

"Daddy..." You hush out quietly.

"Say it proudly or you've earned another." He grabs the back of your hair, forcing your head even further upward. "Say it, slut."

"Daddy!" You shout, tears pricking your eyes under your mask. You hear a laugh behind you and he lets your head go. Leaving you to hold yourself up.

"Good girl!" He says proudly, a lustful tone underneath. "See it wasn't that hard...but I am." He jokes to the camera. Looking right into the lens like a famous actor.

"You're hard?" You ask excitedly. Your ego lighting aflame in your chest. You made Fox hard. You've won. You did it.

"You don't believe me?" He says with a fake pout. Rubbing his cock against your ass. "Do you believe me now?" He says, rutting his hips a tad, groaning at the clothed contact.

"Yes daddy." You purr. Feeling it twitch in his pants, his tip probably already soaking wet just like you. "I'm wet~" You respond.

You yelp when the cane comes back down on you, this time hitting your thigh. It's difficult to keep your head up on your own through the fire but you manage. "I don't need a naughty girl stating the obvious. Do I?" He ask retortically, not looking for a real answer. He's looking for submission.

"No daddy. You don't." You whine, biting your bottom lip.

"Behave and you'll get rewarded, so will your fans." He hums, a smile in his voice. He walks in front of you and removes the choke chain. Letting you finally hang your head limply, giving your neck a rest. He tsks his tongue "No, no baby. That isn't why I freed you. You got a show to put on!" He says micheviously, like he's reprimanding a toddler.

"What do I do daddy?" You say trying to convince yourself to look up, no matter how limp you felt.

You hear the pop of buttons and that gets your attention. Looking up at him through blurry eyes, blinking rapidly. "So that catches your attention huh?" He teases. He rubs his claw against your bottom lip, smearing your blood from earlier on it. "Open. Do a good job and you won't get the cane for the rest of the night."

'That's right, treat her like the whore she is!' 'This is the best show yet!' 'I'm so glad I paid for this.' Echos of chats and tips come in, but they simply bounce off your blurry mind.

You open your lips slowly, feeling his knotted tip entering your mouth. Jaw being stretched impossibly wide. You hiss at the angle but open your mouth further, allowing him to push in the rest. "Remember, no teeth doll. I feel a single tooth and I'll pull them out of your skull." He beams cheerily. Throwing his head back with a groan as he slides in and out of your wet tight mouth. "It's like you were made for this." He says with a smirk in his wavering tone. His voice gravely, but his groans higher pitched.

You can't properly respond so you hum around him. Sending pleasurable vibrations through his dick. "Oh yea that's it doll. Fuck." He curses and looks back down at you. Making direct eye contact through your mask.

You whine around him, feeling your throat painfully restrict on every thrust. His tail swishing from side to side behind him, betraying his cold gaze and revealing his excitement. You move your tongue around rapidly, hoping it'll make him cum. Wanting nothing more than to feel his salty seed pour down your throat. He starts to thrust faster. Holding you by your hair to angle himself better. "That's it. Take it. Fucking take it." He repeats his words as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. The veins pulsing more and more, tipping you off that he'll cum soon. You suck harder, desperate. "I'm going cum- that's it. Imma' pour my cum right down your throat. You want that baby?" He urges. Almost like you could say yes. You can't speak so you hum again and that sends him over the edge. Cum painting the inside of your neck. The thick liquid clinging to the walls, almost gagging you. He pulls out slowly with a relieved sigh. You cough and sputter, drool and a little bit of cum leaking down your chin.

"My, my don't you just look pretty. Let's see how wet you've become huh?" You look at him blushed, not wanting him to see the mess you've made. He walks behind you and laughs, gently slapping the side of your ass. "Wow, you really enjoyed that didn't you. Do you often dream of being a cocksleeve?"

You think of lying, but his cold sharp gaze can be felt behind you. You decide against it, clearing your throat. "Yes daddy. I do." He barks out another laugh.

"I made her suck me so hard I made her an honest woman." He teases cockily. Proud of everything. He rubs a hand against your still clothed folds. Collecting slick even through the fabric. You hear lick and slurping behind you, he was cleaning it off his hand. He was tasting you, and he moaned while doing it. "Geez, wish we could bottle this taste."

"That wouldn't sell well daddy." You joke back, he chuckles.

"On the contrary, I think it would be top teir on the sales chart." He giggle and rips your panties in half. Leaving your aching hole in the open, the cold air making you clench around nothing. "I don't even wanna bother preparing you, I mean you're already so wet. What's the point."

"You can just enter daddy...please." You whine, rocking your hips purposefully. Begging to finally get your rocks off after all this pain.

"Whatever you say, don't complain if it's a tight fit." He says proudly, stroking his own ego.

You feel the tip of his cock slip through your folds, teasing and collecting wetness. He even slaps the tip against your clit a few times, earning hefty short moans from your lips. "Daddy please!" You shout and as soon as you do he enters. Painfully stretching you open, filling up your aching cunt all too quickly. You cry and sob out a moan. A mixture of pain and pleasure as his hips meet your abused ass. His balls slapping against your clit.

"This is one tight cunt." He growls approvingly, like he was rating it. Slowly slipping in and out again. Actually giving you a few thrusts to adjust. You moan out babbles of thank you and daddy. "Oh baby I'm not gonna be nice, it just feels like I'm going to break in half. You got one beast of a pussy baby." He chuckles out.

He starts slamming back into you at an impossible speed, each thrust earning a yelp and moan. You whine as his tip kisses your cervix with each aching movement. Your thighs already shaking like you're going to cum. "Not so soon~" He purrs between his own moan. "Daddy has gotta get close first." He says cockily. Leaning down and sniffing your neck. "God you smell so fucking arousing!"

You moan and press your hips back against him, begging nonverbally for more. "Daddy please m' needa cum. Gotta cum daddy please-" You pant out. Bucking and trashing in the bondage bench desperately. More drool dripping down your already coated jaw. Each inahle you can taste his cum again, it only heightens your senses. "Daddy-daddy!" You shout.

"Just a little longer baby mm." He responses softly despite his animalistic pace. "You're gonna take it, and take it, and take it till I tell you otherwise." He punctuates every word with a sharp thrust. Fucking you deep and fast, not even pulling out completely. Every slap of his balls on your clit causing you to scream, tears falling down your face.

" 'mma cum 'mma cum I can't I can't-" You sob out, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him. You hear a deep gravely sound pull out of him. He leans down into your shoulder and you hear his mask unclip. He bites harshly into your shoulder, blood dripping down onto the floor in front of you. You scream loudly, clenching again. He licks and laps at the wound, hiding his face from the public in your skin.

"Look into the fucking camera when you cum." You hear him put his mask back on. A strong hand gripping the base of your jaw, forcing you to look up. "Cum slut, now." He hisses between clenched teeth.

You do, the whole world turning white. Your walls spasming like crazy on his dick. Squirting onto the floor, his pants, and cock. Clear liquid streaming out of you. The world feels blurry and unreal as all the pleasure hits you. You don't even know if you're moaning, maybe you're talking but you don't know. It all feels too good, it's feels too too good.

"That's it. That's fucking it doll. Cum on daddy." He growls. Shooting hot ropes of seed inside you, burying himself in your cunt. Each pulse is another round of cum slipping out of him and into you. If you weren't on the pill you'd be pregnant for sure. "God I could fucking breed you. Whore." He hisses as he pulls out. Cum dripping down your abused folds.

You chuckle cockdrunk, drool leaking out of your mouth uncontrollably. "Hehe daddy~" You purr.

The lights of all the cameras shut off as you see the room grow darker. He had ended the stream. You're unhooked from the bench and fall right into his arms. He pulls your mask off and his too, bringing you in and kissing you deep. Your blood on his tongue and the taste of his cum of yours. It was like lightning.

"Let's see how good you preform off stream." You hear the dark voice as you fade out of consciousness. Passing out.

#price of flesh #the price of flesh #ren hana #ren hana x reader #x reader #smut #pure smut #no plot to be found #i have issues #the price of flesh ren hana #ren x reader #tpof #tpof ren #tpof fox #tpof x reader #no use of y/n #no use for a name #lol #streamer

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violentnewmarley · 9 months

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hiii <3 ! can you write where it’s tokio hotel x reader but like separately… ( YK ????) 😭😭😭 anyways where the reader pulls their hair or scratches themselves when their stressed or sad ? and then they comfort the reader and calm them down ? ….. i hope this made sense i’m sorry pookie 😞😞.

By Your Side.

Tokio Hotel (2000’s) x Gn!reader<3 (Angst?)

YES OFC BABE! But I thought that I should make these HCs more indistinct so they are Basically just general s/h and Comfort but I hope you don’t mind! ALSO. me and my bbg lo kept coming up with really funny ideas to so I had to include those as well😔💔 the silly ones are all purple.

lo -> (my pookie bear) tysm @bbvoxstar ^_^ 💟💟💟

Warnings/Content: mentions of s/h.

• How each member of Tokio Hotel would comfort you after finding out about your Bad coping skills 😓

Tom

• At first he would get mad for not really knowing what to do.

• maybe some trust issues at first.

• but eventually he would be really understanding and try to help.

• Idk why but i think he would be really chill about it.

• lots of physical affection and silliness to try and distract you.

• Would be really defensive over you if someone were to point out or make fun of your scars (or any type of mark you would get from something)

• He would attempt at braiding your hair to keep you distracted because you kept pulling at it. but he ends up putting it into a knot and he calls Bill up (cause bills a female🥰) and Toms like "HELP OMG" so Bill unknots that shit 😙 Basically its just so funny that your not stressed anymore LOL.

Gustav

• I don't think that he would pick up on it super easily so he would be a bit confused when he first finds out.

• Hes very protective of you already, but he would become even more.

• He would make you watch silly movies together to try and cheer you up.

• Would let you play with his hair (he usually swats your hand away 😒)

• Gustav DEFINITELY likes Madagascar. yall watch Madagascar and he doesnt stop qouting the zebra 💔

Bill

• He would likely pick up on your behavior by himself, so he would end up talking to you to make sure you're alright.

• If he caught you in an act I think he would try to talk you through/out of it.

• Listens well and pays close attention to what you say. He would take it serously and try his best to make sure you trust him

• Would let you cry in his arms fr :(

• Would help you put on bandaids and kiss them😔 (I know That sounds really cringe but you know that you can picture it happening)

• He would be extra touchy and loving to try and comfort you when he knew you needed it to try and keep you from hurting yourself more in the future <3

• Gives you an emo makeover so you can look the part😍

• Writes a song about it :3

Georg

• I feel like if Georg ever saw you pull your hair he would think your on crack but then realize your sad and feel bad. 😓

•Hold your hands

• Speaks really soft and quiet when talking to you

• He’s very reassuring and always reminds you about how much he loves you. (he just gives those vibes yk)

• Checks up on you a lot, sometimes he makes time to do so, and when he can’t he texts you a lot.

y’all I am so sorry if the silly ones are out of pocket we couldn’t help ourselves😭 But srsly if any of you are ever struggling with these sorts of things I understand and am always here to talk 😘

💟 @fishinaband @nyxwritesshit @mikalame @bbvoxstar

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Blessed Are The Meek 5

Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Tommy Shelby

Note: thank you for following along. I’m sure yall didn’t expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

You wipe the Commander's face and stand with the cup, brush, and blade. You go to the sink to clean it all up and put it away. As you do, you hear him shifting in the water. You've already set out his soap and shampoo on the ledge. The smell of it laces the air.

You glance at the door, wondering if you should go.

"You will wait and have a towel ready."

His order is taken as diligently as any other. 'Yes, Commander' and you take the bath sheet from the rack, standing by the wall and staring at your sleeve. He sighs as he lingers in water, drawing out the tension.

When he stands, water slaking noisily from his body, you come forward and open the bath sheet. He steps over the wall of the tub and waits. You wrap it around him and he finally clasps the top.

You recoil and move aside. He passes you and you roll up your sleeve to pull the stopper from the tub. You don’t return to the bedroom right away. You give him time before you near the door, head down.

“Would you like your tea?” You ask the floor.

He sits on the side of the bed. He reaches for the thick tome on the round table beside the wooden frame. He lifts the bible and flutters through the gold-edged pages. You listen to the noise but refocus on the cold hardwood.

“Even piety cannot outweigh the law,” he says, “did you chance a verse or two, hm?”

You shake your head. “No, Commander.”

He snaps the book shut, clutching it between his hands. He runs his thumb along the spine and leans forward. He stares at the cover then hurls it at the wall, making you flinch as it falls onto its pages.

“Tell me then, what did you read? Before?”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t believe he truly cares. This is just what the men do. They play on their power, pulling the strings of the women they made into puppets. You won’t tell him of the cheap novellas that kept you company in a tub very much like the one in the next room or the fantastical tales of dragons and magic that first awakened your love of literature.

“I am not the woman I was before. I cannot recall.”

He sits up and leans his head back, “you are just like every other woman. You say what will do you best, but never the truth.”

You don’t argue. He is right, but he does not admit why. That if you do speak honestly, you will be sent to the wall or worse.

“Or maybe you read nothing at all. Maybe you were the sort to watch a screen until your head turned dull. Or spent your time with a bottle of liquor…” he presumes as he scratches along his neck. “Certainly, there wasn’t much time for reading with a son to rear, eh?”

You try not to falter. Is it a lucky guess or does he know? He could. Surely, if he wanted to know who you used to be, he could find that out.

“Tea,” he orders bluntly and lifts his legs onto the bed, sprawling wide so the bath sheet slackens around his legs.

“Yes, Commander,” you affirm, twisting sharply as you fight to keep your nerves from boiling over. It is a test. One you must pass.

🌫️

The Commander dismisses you as he sits thumbing through the bible’s bent pages and sipping his tea. You leave him with the soft clasp of the doorknob behind you. You wade through the dark and down to the first floor. You resume your seat on the bench, drawing your legs up as you lay on your side.

It is stiff and uncomfortable. You feel the knot forming in your neck already but you are too tired to worry about it. You sleep shallowly, cramped and rigid, until you are awakened by the creak of the stairs.

You sit up with an effort. Your neck screams and your shoulder blades throb. You lean on the wall for just a moment as you muster the strength to stand. The pain is almost inhuman. You knew you would regret sleeping on the bench but you hadn’t much choice.

You rise and brace your hip without thinking as you face the Commander coming down the stairs. He wears only a robe in the pale light of early morning. It cannot be more than four.

“I called for you,” he stops on the middle step.

“Apologies, Commander.”

“Why are you down here?” He sneers.

“I… I did not know where else–”

“Hush,” he demands curtly, “you think too much and say more.”

You lower your chin in submission. You swallow your standard acquiescence and wait for further reproach.

“Upstairs. This house is frigid, I require another duvet. Find one.”

He goes back up as you hesitate to follow. You ascend, step by step, tamping down a whine as each lift of your foot zings up to your neck. You go to the narrow closet door and open it, revealing a spare blanket. You bring it with you and enter through the open bedroom door.

The Commander is abed already. You approach him and throw the duvet across the bed, grunting through your teeth. You tug the corners straight and he reaches to grasp your wrist. You pause, his touch almost stinging.

“You may sleep across my feet, like a dog,” he snickers, “it would do better than that bench for your decrepit bones.”

You stay still, not daring to rip your arm away from him, “Commander, I don’t mind–”

“It is not up to you. Go on, dog, take your place.”

He lets you go and you stand. Your eyes burn with humiliation as you sidle towards the end of the mattress. You put one hand down, then the other, climbing up on all fours like an animal. You lower yourself onto your side, back to him as you stare at the dark doorway.

“Just like a loyal old bitch,” he remarks as he jostles the bed, kicking you from beneath the blanket, “aren’t you?”

“Yes, Commander,” you force through your tight throat.

#tommy shelby #drabble #dark tommy shelby #dark!tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #au #handmaid au #blessed are the meek #series #peaky blinders

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muthmergya · 1 year

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Can you do neteyam x reader but theyre both arguing and shouting and all and then they end up fucking? 😈

Shut up.

PawBahqhajja yall alrey know whatsup

Neteyam x fem! Omaticaya reader

NSFW minors dni (degrading, forced orgasm,overstim, rough sex)

In which: your constant fucking chattering and attempts to piss tf outta neteyam pushes him to put u in your place, basically just fucks the shit outta you, porn w out plot

"Well atleast I know how to actually loosen up and have fun"

A day.

A fucking day a minute even.

Not a single moment goes by and yet you just can't keep that tiny little mouth of yours shut, coming up with new ways to get on his nerves, pick at every single thing about him.

He tries so hard oh you know how much he fucking tries to keep that calm composure to not fall out of his act, to not just bend over the nearest surface and fuck that big fucking attitude out of that little Dame form of yours.

"You just fucking love pissing me off don't u princess, think you're so smart running that useless little mouth of yours"

"Oh! Please this little mouth fit around aonun-"

That's it.

He lost it.

One swift push and pull that's all it took for your form to be pushed right into the harsh grass beneath, ass in the air firm large hands burying your face in the dirt.

"If you want to get fucked that badly why not just say it like a good slut you little bitch"

"Pfft- why are u jealous-!"

Loin cloth? Ripped. Legs? Separated. Ass? Smacked. Dignity? Gone.

"Shut up."

Not a single moment of prepping you up no talking no nothing just his 16inch dick pushed right into you without any warning pulling harshly at your queue making you arch as monstrous thursts took place right after.

"For a loose fucking mouth this cunt sure is fucking tight!-"

Ragged breaths curses repeated leaving his mouth thirst after thirst not even sparing a glance at you, using you like his cocksleeve.

"Wa>-t! Stop! Not there you can't we can't!-"

Downright tears sobbing even, he didn't even do much and you were already Cumming? Fucking slut.

"Yes that's it! Take it take it all!"

Drool,spit,tears this man had made you into a mess so fast. Loosing touch with reality as insane harsh pleasure takes over you, letting him manhandle you has to be one of the best things

"Fu-fuck yes I'm gonna get you fuckin pregnant you little bitch! Won't talk much with a baby in your belly"

Panic. Oh nonono he can't knot you you don't wanna end up pregnant you're only 18 a whole life ahead he can't be serious....right?

"AHhh-! No teyam stop-! You mustn't"

"Does the word shut up not get through that fucking head?"

Pressing your head further into the dirt closing off any air for you, pulling harshly at that Dame queue earning another hushed scream, cock stretching you to the brim. God Dame at this point you surely had swallowed the dirt beneath you

"Fuck yes! This is what you wanted didn't you wanted a dick up your cunt so fucking badly always being a pestering little bitch running that mouth, hm? Wanna say aonungs name again?? Is he gonna save you my sweet? Go on tell me who tf is stretching this cunt"

The sounds leaving the area where both of yours body were connected at were so pornographic wet slapping with the smell of sex in the air, your face covered in tears and drool all over probably Cummings for the 3rd time in a row, oh the rumors sure are real neteyam sully is Dame good at everything.

"y-you!-"

"What is my name!"

"Neteyam!- gaHh!"

"I can't I can't too much stopstopstop!!"

"Take it fucking take it all!!"

Needless to say he rutted and knotted you like a Dame dog in heat and did not stop till the Crack of dawn.

Did aonung watch you to indulge in the act of sex from a distance?

Yes.

......were u gonna come up with new ways to piss neteyam off in the near future?

Also yes.

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usopps-devotee · 1 year

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can you PLEASE write some fluff/comfort for your angst Luffy writing? 😫 i wanna give him forehead kisses and cuddles PLEASE

(it was amazing btw!!!)

Anon I know what you asked for but imma make this a series and giving this to yall next time, but life has been interesting (derogatory) since the beginning of February 😋

Pt 1 not your fault

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, like one mention of blood, no harm tho its used as an expression, please know it's okay to ask for help sometimes, mention of skipping meal.

Wc 1.3k

It's been some time since you found him crying, the only immediately noticeable change is Luffy seems to be more aware of you and touch you than before. Maybe that's why he noticed your disappearance today. The reason why he's noticed every flinch within the last week, the tears that started to well up but didn't fall when you dropped a teacup, trying your best to laugh it off as Sanji and robin assured you it was okay. The moment of deep breaths after any loud sounds, Luffy swears he saw your soul leave your body when Usopp and Franky started to try something new with Sunny's cannon. Zoro was there to notice the last one too joking about you being jumpy, your captain surely noticed you becoming quieter after that moment.

So when he walked into your room without knocking, he didn't mind being hit in the face with the pillow you threw. Not knowing or caring who it might have been, only focused on the darkness of being hidden under the covers. You heard his footsteps come closer as he tried to figure out where your head was. When it was located he sat down and pulled you into his lap. Not bothered to move the plush fortress you are surrounded in. Being so close to him helped, your body relaxed at the contact, not knowing how much you may have needed the connection.

"You missed breakfast, Sanji said you missed dinner as well."

Knowing this isn't exactly about the missed meals, while he is worried about that, it's more so the fact that you haven't left your room. Being one of, if not the most, cuddly members of the crew seeing you spend so much time alone was jarring to him. After all, if Luffy had a problem he came to you. So why couldn't you do the same, was he the problem? Is someone else on the ship? What could be disturbing you so much?

The worst part is if you were honest, you didn't have a clue. You had just been feeling wrong, completely off without reason. Now that your captain has found you alone and distressed, it only makes the tangles and knots in your gut feel worse. Guilt plagued you as you didn't have to see his face to know that his wide eyes had been staring down at you for any movement, for any symptom that you could be getting better or worse. For any kind of response really, he just hopes it's not more remorse. When he does finally feel you move it's a good 30 seconds of trying to get one hand out of the blanket before you're tugging him closer. There's the feeling of his arms wrapping around your body as his heartbeat can now be heard through the thick blanket. You're not sure how much it helped but it definitely helped the tears stuck in your eyes finally fall.

You feel yourself starting to shake as a voice in the back of your head tells you you're being dramatic. You have no clue what started this ache, with him here you can't push it down till it goes away like you were trying to do. It bubbles up and slowly consumed you, not able to pinpoint whatever emotion this is all you can focus on is how overstimulating everything is. You can't concentrate on his heartbeat anymore, you can hardly breathe. Choking on the first sob before you feel it come up. There's nothing to hide, you're mental state is as scattered as paint across a floor. Desperate for something, anything, to ground you. Luckily luffy is still there, peeling the covers off from over your head, you're too trapped in it to notice that most of the movement isn't coming from you.

He's worried about you hyperventilating, the last thing he wants is for you to pass out at a time like this. You haven't even told him what's wrong yet. You helped him with him and he wants to do the same, he wants to solve it if he can. He made sure to take things slowly, not rushing to any conclusions, just being there in the moment. Seeing your face filled with tears made him want to jump into action. There has to be something he can do to get them to stop. All he could think to do was hold you close, going as far as to place the shank's hat on your head to see if that would help. Everything only made you sob harder.

The hand thought placed on his chest now balled into a fist gripping his shirt for dear life, the other wrapped around his shoulders so you buried your face in his neck. It's highly plausible the rest of the crew can hear your despair, as your captain Luffy would make sure you are not teased for this, just as he put Zoro through a mini hell for laughing at you days before. He wants to treasure you, you're the only one who lets him feel human, let him feel and express instead of hiding behind his smile. He's so lost in his thoughts he almost missed you speak.

"Thank you."

It's hushed and horse, no surprise as all you've done today is sleep and cry. But it's the only thing you can think to say. To your surprise, those two little words shocked Luffy. Why are you thanking him? He hasn't done anything yet? Were you just overwhelmed? Now he's just as lost in your emotions as you are. He really doesn't want to rush, nor does he know how to ask. Confusion is written across his face, he does reach one conclusion. Touch helps, he helped him, it was helping you, so what had you done that night that when you comforted him? He's brought back to the kiss you placed on his forehead, full of warmth and comfort, maybe the same would work for you.

Sheer embarrassment, terror, and panic flooded through your system as Luffy tiled your chin up towards his face. Causing more tears to well up and fall but he kisses them all away. Starting from where they would gather and fall off your chin he worked his way up one side of your face, kissing all the tears he could see and then the corner of your eye before moving to the other one. For the first time in days you smile, you smile, it's not faked, forced, or caused by nervousness. None of it, it's a real, genuine smile. It makes Luffy beam from ear to ear as he now sprinkled kisses anywhere he could reach. It makes you laugh, he's never been happier to hear the sound of your laughter. He'd kiss you forever if it meant you'd never be sad again. But he still had that nagging question in his gut.

"What made you cry in the first place?" He almost reconsidered the question when the smile immediately dropped from your face. Maybe he should have asked another day or basked in it a bit longer. "I- I don't know, I just- everything feels so-" Wrong, out of order, discombobulated. Like your heart has been thrown against a wall just to see the blood splattered. There's definitely a strong emotion behind this all but you're struggling to articulate it. Whatever it might be. "It's fine if you don't know, just tell me how to help, okay?" You nodded thinking, trying to get your mind out of the dark place that it currently resides in. The only thing that has helped so hard was him, his voice, his arms, the sound of his heart beating, his smell, his kisses, everything about Luffy rang with comfort there was nothing else you could want or need but him.

"Please just don't let me go."

#luffy angst #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #luffy fluff #mugiwara no luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #one piece x reader #one peice angst #one piece fluff

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xoxovalrea · 4 months

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Love Galore - ft fem reader + nanami kento

A/n: I literally still cant get over the fact that he died😞 anyways put on All the time 🕊️

🎀Minors DNI🎀

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You’re the best friend of gojo and you dont really mind going to parties with him but a pool party hell to the no. You for one can’t swim for shit and gojo too damn goofy, “ pleaseeeee ya gotta come ” gojo basically whines while almost crushing you “ get ya big ass off me ” you push him away looking at the swim wear section of a store in the mall. “ Look it’ll be fineee its not like your ex is gonna be there ” he looks at you like a kid in a candy store “ fine gojo ill go dont be a pain in the ass tho and for fucks sake help me ” he smiles and laughs showing you this cute blue flower halter top bikini.

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You’re at the party and of course gojo is no where to be found and you’re sitting at the island sipping a cup of pink whiskey that gojo gave you scrolling through your phone and you notice someone coming in the house. “ Hey why aren’t you outside ” the blonde man says “oh im sorry if you didn’t want people inside ill go out” you chuckle a bit and get up. “ oh no no I didn’t mean it like that its just you came in with gojo and I figured you were his girlfriend or whatever ” you hear him chuckle and you get a little offended “oh what no he’s too much of a hoe to be dating we are just really close friends” you laugh a bit and he sits next to you “oh im Kento Nanami by the way and nice bathing suit” you smile and say “thanks I love it its just not my color ” he looks at you puzzled “ of course it is i dont meant to be pushy but you look beautiful ” you smile and give him a thank you. As time passes you get to know him more and the alcohol hits yalls system he gets a bit bolder just simply touching your knee and complimenting alot. He gets up to give everyone their goodbyes leaving you him and gojo. “ Tired ” gojo says laying on your thighs and instantly falling asleep. Nanami comes back face tinted with a little pink “ if you and gojo want to stay over y’all can ” he chuckles a bit licking his lips “ sure Nanami ” you say running your hands through gojo’s hair. “ toru get up lets go to bed ” you say lifting him up like a big baby Nanami smiles leading you to the guest bedroom. You tuck gojo in and close the door, and walk back into the living room where Nanami is pouring two glasses of wine. The conversation gets deeper and so does the alcohol so Nanami leans in and kisses you.

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Nanami breaks the kiss and takes your bathing suit top off and looks at your tits in awe as he sucks your nipple earning a low whimper. He massages the other breast as low whimpers escape your lips Nanami lets go now focusing on your other nipple his hand trailing down your body. Reaching between your thighs he then pulls away with a smile and kisses down your body leaving small hickeys as he goes. He stops and spreads your legs seeing the wet spot on your swimsuit bottoms “ fuck your basically dripping f’me ” he smirks pulling the bottoms down and off your legs. He slides his middle finger back and fourth between your lips and groans biting and kissing your thighs. “ Nanami please eat me out ” you say running your fingers through his hair he listens and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit before sucking it you throw your head back and grip his hair pushing him more into you. He slides a finger into you making you arch your back even more and he groans into your clit making you melt into him as he slides another finger in and you accidentally let out a loud moan clasping your hands on your face and you hear nanami laugh as he starts increasing his pace. You feel a knot in your stomach and your tighten around his fingers muffled nanami says “ let it out baby cum f’me ” after a few more thrusts and moans you shake and cum on nanami’s fingers. He pulls them out and licks them he gets up and takes his shorts off and sits back “ baby get on your knees and suck this dick ” you follow his orders and get on the floor and lick a stripe along his dick and slowly take his tip in your mouth you go down about mid way and gag a bit and he groans and throws his head back you feel his hand tangle in your hair forcing you up and down while you gag. “ Fuck me honey you’re gonna make me cum- fuck ” he lifts your head up and wipes the drool and pre-cum off of your chin and slides his thumb between your lips. He lifts you up and puts you on the couch on your back “ you ready ” he says through shaky breaths “ yes kento ” you look up at him through teary lashes. He blushes and slides his tip in letting out a loud groan sliding in more hearing a moan slip past your lips he lets you adjust and you tap him giving him the okay and he starts off slow and gets faster within seconds. Hitting your cervix with each thrust and he’s only halfway in. “ Fuck kento baby im gona cum fuck ” you say gripping to his back for dear life through groans and fuck’s he says “ yea honey cum f’me ” his words bringing you to your orgasm. He keeps pounding you until you feel his dick twitch he holds your hand tightly as he slams all his length into you making you scream and shake he rubs your clit harder making you tighten around him “ fuck can I cum inside please can I ” he looks at you pounding harder and you nod yes but he doesn’t take that for an answer so you utter out “ yes please nanami cum in me ” he groans loudly bottoming out as you shake and cum in his arms. Nanami pulls out getting up to run a bath and he cleans both of you up and lets you wear his shirt and you fall asleep cuddled with him.

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A/n: I woulda made this more kinky but the word limit😞🙏 anyways luv ya byeeee💗💗 (dw gojo slept thru it☺️🕊️)

#nanami kento #jujutsu nanami #nanami x reader #nanami smut #kento nanami #Loverzzlane #jjk #jjk x reader

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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taste. (extras)

★ the aftermath of the both literal and metaphorical fuck-fest you had with your newfound werewolf pack

a/n: idk just wanted to put the points of view of the yanderes as their own thing so here's that on here LOL

also i just wanted to write a thing to remind yall that im SOFT and SWEET and its all about CUDDLING here on this WHOLESOME MINECRAFT SERVER

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ part three ★ (swallow) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 1302

warning: bottom reader with male parts and pronouns, stereotypical werewolf scent stuff, mentions of marking (both scent wise and with bruises/bites)

Mel sighed, wiping himself of with a wet tissue.

If he thought that Isamu and Leonard were a handful, he was really signing himself up for something with the three of you. But, he supposed, Mother Moon knew he'd be able to handle it.

After all, the pull to you was even stronger than his pull towards his other two mates so he knew your rightful place was beside them.

He just needed to get used to cleaning up all three of his mates' messes now.

First, of course, was Isamu because he was for sure the least grumpy out of all three of them. And, also, the one with the most stamina so he'd for sure help out.

"C'mon, pup." Mel cupped the back of the back of Isamu's neck, pressing a soft kiss to Isamu's temple as he whispered in his ear, careful not to jostle the other two. "Careful now."

Isamu woke slowly but, like always, his moves were careful and calculated despite the sleepy look in his eyes.

"I?" Isamu leaned back, resting his bare ass against his ankles as he tried to remember what the hell happened during his momentary rut.

Mel saw when the recognision hit him because Isamu scrambled back, his now deflated knot pulling out easily.

"I-I-I--" Isamu stuttered out, his eyes flickering all over their new mate, assessing exactly what damage he'd made.

Mel knew the feeling. He'd spent a good long while staring too. You were a beauty before, when he first saw you in the forest.

You were even more beautiful now, with Isamu and Mel's bitemarks and bruises all over you and Leonard's scratches littered along your thighs.

"Calm down, Sam. It's fine." Mel cupped the back of Isamu's neck again, pressing another kiss to his temple. "Are you okay? You tired?"

Isamu looked up at Mel, those lost hazel eyes looking so nervous that it made Mel chuckle. But he gave Isamu time to think, to assess how he truly felt.

Mel would stand tall and firm, would be the hard rock that his mates needed to rest against.

"I-I'm fine." Isamu finally muttered after a few minutes.

Mel grinned, happy to hear that his mate was okay. His palm moved from Isamu's neck to his cheek where he drew him close to press a soft kiss against his lips

"Why don't you go clean yourself up, I'll wake up Sleeping Beauty and the three of us can take care of our new mate, hmmm?" Mel offered, knowing it was the only way he could talk Isamu into leaving your side.

Even then, Isamu looked hesitant, his eyes darting from you to Mel and back. Finally, he seemed to realise that he didn't have much of a choice because he slowly nodded and left the couch.

Mel almost laughed at how he hobbled a little.

That, of course, left him with the arduous task of separating you from Leonard without waking you up.

He had thought it would be hard but, actually, when he shifted you, you stayed asleep. He worried you were dead for a second but he checked on you and it really was that they took a lot out of you.

Made sense. Isamu and Leonard pretty much overstimulated you to hell and back just in between the two of them.

Mel wanted to be free of blame but he could admit he was part of the problem seeing as he basically just kicked back and watched.

He carefully laid you back and lifted Leonard into his arms. Like always, Leonard just laid there, giving little to no resistance. HIs head even lolled over, resting against Mel's chest.

Mel pressed a kiss to his forehead and brought him to the bathroom where Isamu was already filling the sink with warm water and readying the towels.

The two worked together, soaking the towels with warm water and wiping Leonard down till he was coherent enough to wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Where is he?"

"Calm down." Mel immediately clutched Leonard to his chest to prevent him from going feral and guarding over your body like an overprotective wolf over its own pups.

"He's in the living room. He's fine. We were just going to clean you up and then we're going to go with some warm towels and clean him up." Mel explained, his broad hand running through Leonard's soft blonde locks "You need to calm down or you'll trigger another rut and he won't be able to handle that."

Leonard panted, his nails digging into Mel's biceps, but he nodded frantically. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. He knew you weren't like them, that you were softer, more easily breakable.

He didn't want to break you.

When Mel felt like Leonard wouldn't run to you the first chance he'd get, he let go of him and Leonard sagged a little, feeling like his skin was too tight over his body, like he itched.

He wanted to see you but he didn't want to panic and make himself feel worse so he just itched his arms and focused on Mel.

Isamu felt the same. He had better control because Mel had been training him longer but you took that control and crushed it in your hand like paper.

You made him feel so weak and he loved it.

The last thing he wanted was to lose that control and hurt you though so he wrapped his arm around Leonard's shoulders and kissed his forehead before handing him some sweatpants and a crop top.

When the two of them dressed (as slowly as possible, Mel insisted) and washed their faces with cold water, they were finally allowed to take some damp warm towels over to you.

You were still where Mel left you, all splayed and vulnerable, open and trusting.

The inside of your wrist was raw and bitten from Isamu. Leonard could see where he reached back and clawed at the tops of your thighs, near your pelvis. They were already puffing up. There were even various bites along your shoulder and neck from Mel.

They really did a number on you.

Leonard sat down on the couch first, moving you so your cheek rested on his leg.

With the warm towels he had, he gently dabbed at the hickeys and bites along your shoulders, making sure not to scrub or rub and irritate it.

Mel sat down too, gently wiping along the grain of the scratches on your thighs,m making sure to be gentle with them so he wouldn't irritate them either.

Then, Isamu sat on the floor and took your wrist, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he took your wrist and pressed several apology kisses on it before he dabbed at it with a warm cloth.

They wiped you down till all the stickiness and lube was completely gone, till you were clean and comfortable. Then, they dressed you in their clothes.

You wore Isamu's sweatpants, one of Leonard's shirts and Mel's cleanest pair of used boxers. If you asked, it was because your clothes were covered in cum (Mel had a bout of insanity and came all over them) but, in reality, they liked you being covered in their scent.

Lastly, they positioned themselves around you, cuddling all around you.

Leonard plastered himself against your front immediately, his face already nosing against your jugular like he couldn't get enough of your scent. Isamu was against your back, his arms sneaking around your sides.

Mel had the unfortunate position of being under all of you, your head resting against his collar, Isamu's head against his bicep and Leonard's head on his chest.

He'd been in this position enough times to know that he'd wake up not feeling anything in the morning. Not that he'd complain seeing as he loved having all his mates in his arms like this.

Plus, Mel knew that Isamu and Leonard wouldn't be able to handle being away from you for a while, especially when they hadn't officially marked you.

To Isamu and Leonard, you could easily be stolen away and they wouldn't be able to stand it.

So the three of you would sleep on the amply sized couch, comfortable and safe. Mel would make sure of it. He'd keep all of you safe, forever.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere #oc x reader #male oc #male werewolf x reader #werewolf oc x reader #werewolf x reader #chaptered #lemony content #melchior #isamu #leonard

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mo0dy-succubus · 1 year

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Working up a sweat

Semi-public sex

Unprotected sex

Dom!Minnie x sub!fem!reader

G!p minnie

Gym trainer minnie

This story was requested so I hope they enjoy it :p

You and your girlfriend minnie always work out. To better your life style and relationship. Yall both went to the gym three times a week and worked out. She always had free access since she was yours and others personal gym trainer. One day minnie was very distracted.

You would start by running on the treadmill for 20-30 minutes to work up a good sweat. Minnie is lost at the sight of your body. The way you ass moved while you ran on the treadmill. How sweat ran down your chest.

Minnie shook her head trying to get her head out of the clouds and continued working out. Yall both did squats 3-4 sets squats I'm your routine together. Minnie loved to help you lower yourself down and push back up to stay balanced especially if you had a barbell to use. "Hey babe can you pass me my water" you say about to finish your barbell squats. No answer. "Babe?, minnie?". "Huh sorry what did you say" Minnie said coming back to reality after staring at your body intensely.

"My water- i- nevermind it's fine I got it" you say going back to working out. It wasn't obvious to you but Minnie was horny. She felt her member harder with each thought of you. She needed you. Now and bad. That's when minniecame up with an idea. "Hey babe can yiu help me get some equipment from the closet please it's alot to carry" she says. You pause your music then agreed "Sure I'll help".

You follow Minnie to the closet where they kept extra equipment and walked in. "So what do you ne-" you pause hearing Minnie locking the door. "Babe what the hell why did you lock the door" you say in a panic. Minnie looks at you before kissing your sweaty skin. "I want you can you please help I'm so horny~" Minnie says her voice desperate. You look down to see Minnie's huge meaty cock through her sweat.

"What If we get caught!" You say slightly concerned. That's when you see Minnie pulling her pants down before forcing you on your knees. "Then we better hurry~" she says before pushing her thick cock in your mouth without warning. Her huge length makes you gag as you try to adjust to her. You moan, moving your head up and down on your girlfriends cock.

"Fuck~ your mouth feels so good around my dick~" Minnie groans out as you continue bobbing your head up and down. You lick along Minnie slit, causing extreme pleasure to the head of her cock. Minnie starts thrusting in your mouth chasing her orgasm a bit. You grip onto her thighs for more support, tearing up at the feeling if her tip hitting the back of your throat.

You feel minnie pulsating in your signaling she's about to cum. You begin to start sucking the life out of her draining her body of everything. Minnie grips onto your hair letting her thick, hot seed flow down your throat with a groan. You try your best to keep her cum in your mouth but to no avail. Minnie pulls out of your mouth and lifts you up to pull you pants off.

You give minnie the ok before she pushes in you. "Ahh~" you moan out feeling her thick length. Minnie begins thrusting quickly groaning from your wet pussy. You hang onto the wall to stay stable while your girlfriend goes to town on you. "Fuck you are so tight~" Minnie whispers. You whine as Minnie lifted one of your legs up to go deeper Hitting all your good spots.

"Minnie I'm gonna cum~" you say feeling a knot build up in your stomach. "Me too~ let's cum together~!" Minnie says thrusting harder you let your head fall against her as you cum around Minnie. "F-fuckk~!!" You moan out. It only takes Minnie a few more hip thrust before she cums in you.

"God...that was amazing" you say. Minnie laugh pulling her pants up." Let's gi home and clean up I think this was a good 'work out' " Minnie says teasingly. You roll your eyes before getting dressed to go home.

#gidle #gidle smut #kpop #kpop smut #smut #fem!reader #minnie yontararak #minnie #minnie gidle #nicha yontararak #g!p #story requests

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vster0769 · 11 days

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bags

a Hazel Callahan blurb. (not entirely sure what possessed me to write this but here u go)

(not proof read)

AND GUYS DONT FORGET YOUR DAILY CLICK

Hazelxreader, angst-ish? Pinning, loser lesbianism, no use of y/n or description of readers looks

Hazel laid in a nest of blankets and pillows. To anyone on the outside, it looked as though her bed was sealing her whole.

The sound of the rain outside her window and the music through her headphones had lulled her into a dreamlike state.

Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right time.

She had been lying like that for hours. Eyes half closed, unmoving and not planning to anytime soon.

Eyes half closed, and mind wandering aimlessly.

I can’t read you, but if you want, the pleasures all mine.

The reason for her catharsis?

You.

She had asked you to come over, hoping that then she might have worked up the courage to tell you how she felt, that you made her feel alive, that you were the one person who mattered most to her.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Enjoyable as the afternoon had been, she couldn’t seem to shake the heavy pit in her stomach. Nerves she guessed.

Still, there you had been, looking gorgeous as hell, eyes shining, a smile on your lips.

You had been there for Hazel for as long as she could remember.

Since middle school, the two of you had been inseparable. Awkward and shy, the two of you had managed to hit it off right away.

But ever since her parents divorce, and PJ’s antics, the two of you had been closer than ever.

She hugged the pillow she was holding closer to her chest tighter, burying her face in its cool softness.

Can you see me using everything to hold back?

She sighed. Tracing one hand up her arm, the action tingling her nerves.

She wished she could tell you.

Every day it was a battle to not just blurt it out, but every time she actually tried, her tongue seemed to tie itself into knots.

Her hand finally rested in her hair. Brushing the strands from her eyes and pushing it back. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes as her fingers ran through the silky chocolate strands.

I guess this could be worse…

She could almost pretend you were the one running your fingers through her hair. Pretend it was you behind her, holding her close instead of the pile of blankets.

Little moments like this were what kept her sane. Or drove her mad, it still wasn’t clear.

On days like this, her imagination ran wild.

Walking out the door with your bags.

She knew why she couldn’t tell you. And it hurt just the same.

Fear. She was scared that you would push her away, leave her, never speak to her again.

That wasn’t you, she knew it wasn’t, but fear is a powerful motivator.

Walking out the door with your bags. Walking out the door with your bags.

The last bars of the song faded out, the rain still pounded outside.

Her hand was still playing with her hair and her eyes had closed completely.

Maybe she would tell you, maybe soon, but for now she slept. Surrounded by warm light and dreams of you.

Her phone lit up with a message, but Hazel went unaware. Breathing deep and slow.

(_)❤️

Hey, u up?

Hey guysss! Sorry for disappearing for so long lol

This was just a blurb, tryna get inspo again.

REMEMBER!! My request are open.

Anyway, love yall!!

#hazel callahan #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #bottoms film #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free gaza #free gaza strip #gaza #israel is a terrorist state #bottoms hazel #bottoms movie 2023 #bottoms x reader #hazel bottoms #Spotify

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oneandonlycringe · 1 year

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Soft & Wet

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: Simon has come home and wants to play.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, pet names but no pronouns, slight overstim, slight bondage (just the arms), slight dirty talk, aftercare, uhhh let me know if I’m missing anything

A/N: yall i straight wrote this at work but i’m happy with it. title is a jojo reference. my first ~on paper~ smut wowwy. comments, likes, and reblogs appreciated. *muah*

NSFW under cut

Scarlet rope ran over his calloused hands, contemplating on the best way to make you immobile but not hurt you. Even deep in thought he was devastatingly handsome. To add to that, he sat on the backs of his thighs with only black boxers adorning his muscled waist. A pang of affection hit you, until a sharp thwack rang out as he tested the strength of the rope. You laughed a little in shock and felt a roll of wet, molten heat tingle between your thighs.

You stayed laid out on the bed, naked, relaxing against the plush comforter and stacked pillows counting down the seconds until you finally suggested he needed direction. You were entirely content watching him exist, but you’ve been turned on since the moment he had you lay down.

“Why don’t you find a tutorial? I’m sure there are some for beginners…”

“Hmph. I know how to do it. I changed my mind. We’re doing something else.”

“Ooh. Switching tactics, Lieutenant?” You teased.

He growled and leaned down to press his forehead against yours, locking blown out eyes with your own.

“The only thing I need to hear from you tonight is you moaning or crying from how fucking good I’m gonna make you feel.”

That shut you up. You could feel the impatience growing larger now, but quickly simmering when he finally made his first move.

Simon leaned back again - far enough to reach the edge of the bed, and balanced himself on one arm while the other grabbed something from the floor. You honestly had no idea what it could be, but knew that it would leave you deliciously aching for more.

“Close your eyes, honey.” He purred.

You did as told and smiled when the bed shifted again as he got into position. Heart rate now through the roof - you were real excited and real wet.

You gasped when one large, hot hand grabbed your forearms together, ring and pinky slipping into the crutch of your fist. You curled your fingers in further, holding onto whatever piece of him he would offer to you.

Next came the dry drag of rope across the sensitized skin above your clasped hands. Around and around they went, until he gave one, two tugs to make sure your hands weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Only a little space for your wrists to move apart was allowed. More tugging followed to tie off the ends into what you were sure was the most complicated knot you would ever see if you could.

Whatever Simon grabbed from the floor was now being slotted into your hands, a thick rod designed to be held with a dial in the middle that he quickly shifted away from your palms. The bulbous head already pressed against your wet lips causing a chill to run up your spine.

You had a pretty good idea of what it was, owning a variant of it yourself for those nights before you met Simon. You were honestly glad you didn’t have to put in the elbow grease for things like that now.

To cap it off, Simon’s hands fit between your knees and pushed your thighs back until they framed your tied hands. You imagine he was going to spread them more as the night went on. Lines of arousal sloped the curve of your butt and you desperately wanted to open your eyes at this moment; to see the effect you were having on your silent partner.

“Open your eyes, beautiful.”

White spots clouded your vision momentarily, but the final product got you more excited than you could have ever dreamed. Toys weren't part of you and Simon’s routine, but those two forces together scared you enough with how crazy he already made you feel. His visage both comforted and warned you that your pleasure tonight was entirely in his hands, despite you being in custody of the toy. Two black pools encompassed your own, a searing heat already building in the center of your womb.

“Thoughts?”

“I’m kind of at a loss for words, Simon.”

He tugged his lips up enough for it to resemble a smile.

“I thought about this a lot while I was gone so you better indulge me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining.”

Simon reached over your hands to finally turn the wand on the lowest setting. The instant thrumming startled you despite all the warnings. The head of the vibe was resting on your lips sparking a gentle but insistent buzzing inside your nethers. Not enough to get you off but rather get you wetter. You hummed in the back of your throat and leaned your head back onto the pillows. His hands never left the backs of your knees, but you quickly felt them travel up and down your thighs before ending on the inside close to the action. You smiled secretly, knowing exactly how he behaved after all this time.

Simon spread your legs farther and farther apart, gripping almost to the point of pain on the tender flesh.

“How’s it feel?”

“Good, Simon.” You swallowed. “It’s nice.”

You might have been putting your foot in your mouth. You couldn’t come from this. He had to know that. While the vibrations were good they weren’t intense or close enough to where you needed them to be.

He seemed to pick up on that, for his next movement released one of your legs to move your bound hands down enough for the head to slip between your spread lips and press against the hood of your clit.

Shit.

You moaned for real this time. Fuuuck - that was good. It was near knee shaking already and it was still the lowest setting. Your hips started to rock into the feeling. With enough time, this could definitely get you there.

“How ‘bout now?”

“Fuck, it’s good. R-really gooood.” A long moan stretched out. A sweat began to build on your forehead and your breath was almost knocked out of you at the increase in sensitivity.

“Fuck, darling. You look really good right now. Good enough to eat.” Simon growled out. When you looked into his lap you could finally see the effect you had on him. His thick length pressed against his left thigh, still trapped under his boxers lifting the fabric up with its weight. You swore you saw it throb. Suddenly your throat was quite parched and painfully empty, but you figured he wouldn’t let you near his third leg for a while.

“Think you can take more?” He questioned. Shit, you really had to think about it. You were definitely getting close, but you loved when the pleasure was just a little too intense to the point of overstimulation; the shakiness of your legs, not being able to catch your breath - it was all amazing.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. Soft puffs of hot air escaped your lungs when Simon’s smile grew. He loved to see you at the point of pain - the edge so close but still so far away.

Simon shifted on his knees, getting down low and using his thick thumb to again slide over the dial, increasing the vibration even higher than the few centimeters he had before. At this point, it was almost to the very max and you began to feel that painfully sweet stimulation. Tears built up and you could feel your walls clenching down on nothing, releasing sweet sticky juices. Your lids became too heavy to keep open. Hiccupping gasps and high pitched cries left your mouth. You couldn’t see Simon’s face anymore but knew he would look as smug as humanly possible.

You pushed your hips away from the plastic to try and gain some sense of balance again, but warm hands quickly grabbed your waist to press you against the comforter. One hand stayed splayed across above your mound while the other reached down past the head of the vibrator to use the hot tip of his calloused thumb to peel back the hood of your clit. The sensation was far worse as you tried to keep the vibrations off your most sensitive area, further annoying Simon.

With the hand that held you down, he used the bottom of the handle to angle the toy down into your folds. While still keeping your hood back, you couldn’t escape the mind numbing frequency pounding directly onto your many nerves. The swollen bud was puffy and irritated - and shit - yeah, now you were really coming. You screamed his name over and over and over again until you forgot your own, only knowing the one word of the only person who could do this to you. You already felt crazy and sweaty and your walls were so tight it hurt and you leaked so much the backs of your thighs were chaffed. This was probably the hardest you had come in your life. White noise traveled between your ears, and you still couldn't see, couldn’t dare open your eyes as your mind tried to process the pleasure and the pain.

After what felt like the end of your meager existence, the vibrations finally stopped short, and it had felt so long that your body didn’t know how to exist without it. The shaking never stopped, the tears, and you were so happy and so messy and never had you looked more beautiful to Simon than in that moment.

His hands were gentle, moving the wand out of your numb hands, and proceeded to untie your wrists. They were only slightly bruised, a dark red to match your overworked cunt. You couldn’t move a single body part, and Simon knew as much. That’s why he massaged your arms, the tops, the back, and the insides of your thighs and fell a little bit more in love when he felt you melt against his touch.

Sufficiently sated and not urgently hard anymore, Simon wrapped his arms around your middle, burrowed into the back of your neck and breathed deep your scent. You had already passed out at the first touch of his massages.

He grumbled something in the secret recesses of the junction of your neck and wandered too into a deep slumber. He might make you privy to his thoughts later; how he secretly wanted you to do the same to him. Maybe he’d let you get your revenge tomorrow.

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readyforthegarden · 2 years

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1-800-STUD

This header is so dumb I'm so sorry yall.

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!! Smut, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk.

A/N: based on this tiktok which is hilarious and i love it

Part 2

The first time you called the number you saw late at night on TV, you felt dirty. It was something that was made fun of on shows and movies, for people who were single and pathetic.

But, that’s how you felt, so it would make sense that you called.

“This is Adonis, what fantasy can I fulfill for you tonight?” his low voice was silky and smooth, making your breath catch in your throat. “Are you there?”

“U-um yes, I-I’m here.” you responded shakily. “I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s okay, we can take it slow.” Adonis said slyly. “What can I call you?”

“Oh uhh….Angel? Yeah, Angel.”

“Hmm, a god and an angel? Well, Angel, did you have a rough day at work today? You sound a little stressed.”

“Actually yeah.” you replied, a small laugh in your voice. “I have this big project and I’ve been working so hard on it, and this asshole is trying to take credit for all of my work..and it’s working.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Adonis tutted. “I’m sure they’ll get their karma. Ill gotten gains never last.”

“True.” you sighed.

“Are you tense?” Adonis asked. You nodded, feeling the tension in your shoulders and neck, before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“I am. In my neck and shoulders.”

“Mm, I wish I was there with you,” Adonis murmured. “That you’d let me use these big, strong hands and ease your tension. I’m really good with my hands.”

“Hmm that sounds wonderful.” you sighed. “I haven’t had a massage in a long time.”

“Oh Angel, I would treat you so right.” Adonis informed you earnestly. “I’d lay you down softly on your bed, make sure you’re comfortable. Then I’d take warmed oil and rub it on your body. My hands would work you over, running up and down your back slowly, with just enough pressure to start working out those tired and stressed muscles.”

You couldn’t help the breathy sigh that escaped your lips as you imagined the man in the commercial rubbing your back, delving deep into the stress of your shoulders, working out weeks and months of knots.

“You like that, Angel?” he asked. “You like my hands on your body?”

“Yeah,” you replied, giving into the ASMR vibes you were experiencing. “It feels good.”

“I’m glad.” you swore you could hear him smile through the phone. “Where else would you like my hands, Angel?” you thought for a moment. You called for a reason, and you knew he had a job to do.

“My chest.” you sighed, grabbing onto your own over your shirt with your free hand.

“Yeah? Want me to play with them?” Adonis’ voice flowed through your ears, his low voice sultry and sweet. “Angel would you let me taste them?”

“Y-yeah.” you’re breathing was heavier than before, and you yourself tugging on your nipples through your pajama top. “I’d let you bite them, if you wanted.”

“Oh Angel,” he moaned. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, talking like that.”

“You don’t get to hear dirty talk back?”

“Oh I do.” Adonis laughed. “But none like you. You sound so innocent and sweet. Just like your name.” you were at a loss for words, not knowing where to go from there. “Tell me Angel, can you follow directions well?”

“Yes.” You replied quickly. You heard him laugh over the speaker.

“Just as I thought.” Adonis paused. “Angel, are you wearing any clothes?”

“My pajamas.” you breath. “They have little sushi pieces on them.” Jesus Christ why would you say that?! This phone sex operator doesn’t need to know that! You’re dumb! So dumb!

“They sound cute, I’d love to see them.” his voice broke through your internal monologue of self-deprecation. “But right now I don’t want them on you. Take them off for me.” You put your phone on speaker, pulling the tank top off and wiggling out of the shorts. “Are you wearing panties?”

“No.” you answered, settling back on your bed.

“No panties?” Adonis sounded surprised. “Are you sure not a little devil in disguise?”

“You’ll have to find out.” You let your fingertips graze up and down your bare body lazily. “I’m waiting for my next instruction.”

“I want you to close your eyes.” Adonis instructed, and your eyelids closed before he even finished his sentence. “God I bet you’re stunning, Angel. Laying there naked for me. Waiting for me to touch you.” you felt a shiver run down your body, a small pulsing beginning in your core. “Where should I start?”

“I’d want you to start with my breasts.” you murmured, imagining the curly maned man from the commercial kneading at the flesh there. “Kissing, sucking…pinching.”

“Mm, I like all those things.” Adonis chuckled lowly. “I’d love to give you anything you want. But I think there’s somewhere you want my attentions more.” at his words, a tingle spread through the lower half of your back, and you bit your lip. "Do you want to know what I would do if I had you here in front of me, naked and laid out for me?"

"God, yes." you sighed, a slight whimper to your voice. You heard shifting on the line, and imagined Adonis leaning forward in his seat, as if he was trying to see you through the phone line.

"Once I was satisfied with your breasts, I'd kiss and lick a path between them, slowly making my way down your body. A little dip of my tongue in your belly button, just for fun."

"I have a piercing there." you whispered.

"Oh Angel," Adonis groaned. "Tell me, is it just a ball, or is there a charm?"

"Charm." you answered, bringing your hand down to your navel and flicking it. "Wanna take a guess?"

"Hmm, an angel would be too spot on..." Adonis said thoughtfully. "A dolphin?"

"Nope."

"A heart?"

"Nah."

"Will you tell me Angel? Tell me what symbol will my tongue run over."

"A crescent moon." you answered, feeling a bit more confident with your win in the small fight for dominance.

"Ooh I like that." Adonis whispered. "Gold? Silver perhaps?"

"White gold." you reply. "Fourteen carat."

"Only the best for you, Angel. Mm, I'm even more excited now to kiss down your body, play with that charm on my tongue, maybe give it a little gentle tug with my teeth. I can already feel your hips and legs squirming underneath me, so eager to have me between them."

You followed the path he was verbalizing to you, and you noticed that you'd given yourself goosebumps from the slight scratch of your fingernails against your skin.

"Oh Angel, I can hear you panting. It's so soft, so beautiful sounding." Adonis moaned. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna give you what you want. Can you start touching yourself for me? Pretend your fingers are my lips and tongue, I wanna devour you whole."

“Mm oh,” you gasped, realizing just how ready your clit was for your touch as your fingers danced around the swollen nub.

“I bet you taste so sweet.” Adonis whispered in your ear, his voice slightly whiny. “What I wouldn’t give to really have a taste of you.”

“God, keep talking like that.” You breathed, circling your clit faster now.

“Oh Angel, I want you to cum on my face.” he groaned in your ear. “I wanna feel your sweet nectar all over my face, dripping down my chin.”

“Fuck!” you hissed, your lower back clenching as your legs began to tense, hips lifting off the bed. “Shit!”

“Oh Angel you’re there, aren’t you? Go on, cum for me. Do as I say.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you were moaning into the phone, chasing your high as Adonis praised you through it, and your comedown. You laid there silently for a few moment, collecting your breath again.

“You really are an angel, aren’t you? Such a good girl for me.” Adonis praised quietly. “Are you feeling good?”

“I’m exhausted.” You replied with a soft laugh, slightly embarrassed. “If I’m honest, it’s been a while, and I haven’t gotten off that quick or that hard in an even longer time.” Adonis chuckled on the other end of the line.

“I’m glad my services have been so satisfactory.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “It’s been a pleasure spending time with you this evening, Angel.”

“Oh y-you too.” you found yourself sad the call was coming to an end, and felt even more embarrassment at the fact that you’d somehow gotten attached to a freaking phone sex operator. Adonis must’ve sensed your hesitancy and spoke quietly.

“You can call me anytime, Angel.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered. “Again, it’s been a while, I don’t want you to think I’m a weirdo that’s attached to you now.” Adonis laughed.

“I don’t think that at all.” he murmured, and you felt there was truth in his words. “Goodnight, Angel. And again, call me anytime. Your god will be waiting for you.”

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munchymuchy · 5 months

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First stink face story

[A young, handsome man named Jason works as a chiropractor with most of his clients being women since not too many men want another man touching them. This has always been great for Jason since he's very closeted and doesn't want to be labeled a pervert. Everything was fine until he got a new client....a client named Rikishi]

"You have a wonderful day Mrs.Sanderson! Be sure not to put too much strain on your back, that's where all those pesky knots come from Haha," Jason said waving to one of his older female clients. "Oh dear thank you so much, with hands like yours I know you'd make a woman very happy with those," said the old woman smiling at Jason. Jason nervously chuckled at the old woman "Oh I might one day just not right now". Before the older woman could respond Jason hurriedly went back to his office while waving goodbye.

Jason sat down and sighed in his chair. "Man...what a day...maybe I can relax for a little bit bef-" Just as he finished his sentence he heard a bang, "What the hell was that?!". Jason rushed out of his office and saw that AC fell completely out of the window and onto the ground. It was one of the hottest days of the year and that AC was the best the office had and it just suddenly broke. The rest of the office came in to see the commotion and just stood around the broken AC on the ground in shock. "Oh no!, how could this even have happened??" "It's too hot for the AC to be out" "Why lord why!!" The employees said. "Everyone! It's gonna be all right! Just calm down. We can replace this but it may take a while before it comes. We can most likely leave early since no on-" Just as he said that the door had swung open and everyone looked.

It felt like time froze for Jason, never in his 4 years of working has had a male client step through those doors but he never thought WWE star Rikishi would either!! His employees screamed excitedly and started to run over to the smiling large man. "Hey there everyone! glad that I could make yall day" said Rikishi hugging and shaking hands of some of the employees. Jason completely forgot he was just standing in place not saying anything so he mustered up the courage and walked over to greet him. "Welcome! welcome, it's glad to have you here" Jason said with a fake smile on his face, "it's an honor to have you here, I used to watch Wrestling when I was a kid and you honestly were my favorite" and with saying that he hesitantly put out his hand.

The jolly Samoan wasted no time and shook the man's hand with a firm grip. "Glad to see I'm still some people's favorites!" Rikishi said with a big smile. "Well let's get you into a room, my assignet will show you the way" One of the female employees began walking with Rikishi to show him the room but as they were walking Jason got a good look at his outfit as he walked away. He was wearing a yellow and white shirt with white shorts that showed the outline of his ass. Jason's whole world felt like it was in slow motion watching Kishi's gargantuan ass move cheek by cheek jiggling like jello in a balloon. Jason could feel his face getting hot and one of the employees took notice "Mr.Yards? Are you ok? Mr.Yards?" Jason snapped out of his trace and cleared his throat "Y-yes I'm alright, ok everyone! this will be the last client for today. Since it's very hot and the AC isn't working you all are free to leave early. As soon as I'm done with this client I will close up". Jason said trying to sound as professional as possible.

All the employees thanked Jason and one by one started to leave. As they were leaving Jason made his way to the room where his very famous client was waiting for him. Before Jason walked in he said "Deep breaths Jason...just don't screw this up...just think blankly and professionally" and with that being said he put on a fake smile and opened the door. "So sorry to keep you waiting Mr.Fatu! I apologize for the lack of cool air, I'll try to get you out as quick as possible". "It's alright son! And just call me Rikishi no need to be formal," Kishi said with a smile. As the big man was sitting upright on the traction Jason saw small stains of sweat on his body especially under his arms, between his thighs. Jason couldn't really see his ass since he was sitting down but he started to imagine a huge sweat stain in between his cheeks. Before he could imagine the smell rikishi touched him on his shoulder "You ok uce? You looked really out of it and you look kinda red too" Rikishi seemed worried for the man thinking that he might've had a fever or something. "O-oh! I'm sorry it's just the heat. Now let's get started," Jason said motioning Rikishi to lay on his stomach.

Jason was right about before...Rikishi's ass crack was covered in sweat! it was right down the middle looking like someone poured water on his white shorts. Jason could feel himself wanting to bury his face deep into his ass licking and sniffing it but he snapped himself out of it and started doing his work. He started at the top of his back with small massages to loosen him up. A relieved sigh as a response came from the massage. "Man, that feels great". "I'm glad you think so," said Jason trying not to focus on his ass. "ya'know....I don't really let a lot of people touch me..too many weirdo's out here," Rikishi said with a chuckle, and with that Jason gave a fake chuckle back realizing he's one of those weirdos "Well I'm glad that you trust me". With that small talk out of the way, Jason made it to the middle of his back and pressed down and a small gurgle filled the room. "Hope ya don't mind, had a little Taco Bell before I came, might release some steam if you press too hard," He said in a joking manner. Jason hesitated to press down but he had to it was his job. When he pressed both a loud crack and a 4-second beefy fart filled the room. Jason was surprised at how loud it was and the smell, he snapped out of his trace "I-i-its perfectly normal, just means your body is r-relaxing." Jason glanced at the big ass that was on the table and could've sworn the sweat stain got bigger. Jason's mind started to slip and then he felt his cock getting hard. Thankfully rikishi's head was down so he couldn't see anything but the floor. Jason was finally at the last part of his back which was his lower back. His lower back was literally just his ass and now Jason could see his ass up close. It was so big and sweaty...he could even smell the mustiness between his cheeks.

"You good back there uce? hope the sweat doesn't bother ya" said Rikishi but Jason was too busy trying to find a firm place to put his hands without getting any honier. Rikishi too noticed the man's silence and not touching him so without warning he raised his head up and turned it to see the chiropractor standing there almost drooling with his hands over his ass and a bugle in his pants. Before Jason could snap himself out of it, it was too late his eyes met with the 400-pound Samoan and they just stared at each other. "I-I-IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR!" Jason said stuttering backing up against a wall while Rikishi still lay there and held eye contact. However that staring contest didn't last long, rikishi rose up from his spot towards the babbling man. Jason shut his eyes tightly expecting pain but all he felt was hands being placed on his shoulders. He opened his eyes and saw Rikishi with his hands on his shoulder pushing him down to the floor. Jason let this happen and sat there confused on the ground until he saw the big man pull his shorts down and realized what was going to happen to him.

Jason finally had a much closer look at his ass. He was wearing underwear that barely covered his ass that was covered in more sweat than his shorts. Both cheeks looked like moons with numerous craters even his stretch looked like scars from a battle. Before Jason could react his cheeks slammed against his face and a ray of different smells went through his nose. "So you are one of those weirdos huh? I figured I felt your eyes on my ass as soon as I walked in. You like don't ya?" rikishi said pressing the boy farther into his musty crack. All Jason could do was scream into his but all it did was vibrate into his ass. Jason's cock started to throb even more...he felt like he was gonna cum in his pants until Rikishi grabbed it. "nu uh uh, don't even think about it...Hold it in." Jason's mom's mind started racing but that was cut short because of some of the sweat getting into his nose. It was so swampy and humid, it felt like he couldn't even breathe but...he wanted more. He pushed his end in deeper and started to wiggle his head between his doughy cakes, he even opened his mouth licking the inside of his cheeks. He tasted sweat and a bit of shit on his tongue. Rikishi got off the man's face causing the room to be filled with a suction sound while a trail of saliva came from his butt leaving Jason gasping for air. "Wow...you really like this you fucking perv. you liked that then your gonna love this" Rikishi walked back over to the table and bent over wiggling his ass. "C'mere, how about you put that little hotdog between these two buns."

Jason wasted no time and quick to his feet and took his pants off. His cock felt like it was gonna burst, did suspect one day he'd expect to hotdog a sweaty Samoan's ass? well, he was today and he wasn't gonna stop. Jason spread his cheeks and placed his cock between them. Without warning rikishi clenched his cheeks around his manhood causing him to yelp "Don't think I gave you permission to cum yet, you better hold it in until I tell you." Jason nodded his head as Rikishi unclenched and allowed him to move between his cheeks. Jason took it into his own hands and slid Rikishi's underwear off wanting to feel more and more. This surprised Rikishi at the man's desire for this ass. An ominous gurgle filled the room followed by a grunt and a 8-second wet fart bouncing off Jason's dick. He started to go faster between his cheeks, and the smell mixed with the heat of the room started to make Jason dizzy....he wanted to cum so bad but he had to wait. Rikishi grunted again realizing more farts, for a second he thought he had shit on the man's dick but luckily he didn't. "C-come o-on can I cum now??!" Jason said out of breath and on the brink of exploding between his giant ass cheeks. "Ya'know....I give you permission..but after this" He clenched around the man's cock again and let out a steamy 10-second fart, this caused Jason to cum 4 times at once and then passed out on the ground.

"Wheew, you really did a number on yourself, kid, I mean you didn't even actually put it in my ass and you're all tuckered out," He said chuckling looking back at the man who passed out and dick all soft. Jason mumbled nonsense to himself while the large Samoan just chuckled to himself while picking the man up by his shirt to face the halfway concussion man. "I think you'll be my favorite chiropractor from now on," Rikishi said smiling deviously while the man blacked out completely.

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Hi everyone! this is my very first story regarding Rikishi's stink face. There isn't a lot out there so I mustered up the courage to share mine. I honestly hope with this there can be more stories out there lol

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