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"I don't know why I was so worried when my doctor put me on fertility drugs. I feel so stupid! I hear these drugs make you dumber, but I think that's an urban legend, just another ridiculous thing the old me worried about! I was a stuck-up attorney who never dated, who woke up at 4 every morning, went jogging, and ate grapefruit for breakfast with black coffee. I was mean, and rolled my eyes whenever men flirted with me. I was literally the worst! But ever since my doctor gave me these new prescriptions, my life has gotten a bajillion times better.
First of all, my appetite and libido came back. I told him I barely ate, didn't even masturbate, I was too focused on work. He seemed to know exactly what my body needed..... I was obviously skeptical about taking this stuff but look at me now! This is my second pregnancy, last one was quadruplets, I think this might be at least sextuplets? Holy fuck, I'm gonna get SO big, isn't that hot as hell? I won't fit into anything! I hope my boss is OK with my huge baby-filled belly sticking out. I'll look so ripe and ready to fuck all the time! After all, what better signal can a woman give to men that she's free to fuck, but a belly full of kids?
Oh yeah, did I mention? I'm not an attorney anymore. My libido got way too distracting to worry about all that dumb work I was so concerned about for, like, no reason! So I'm a secretary now for this lawyer I used to butt heads with all the time. He used to love harassing me and flirting aggressively with me, even smacking my ass. I used to get so angry with him; now, when he spanks me or grabs my breasts I just giggle and get turned on. I love working for him, and when I do extra well he rewards me by letting me suck his cock, or if he's in the mood he'll fuck me when he's in a meeting in front of all my old colleagues. The looks on their faces watching me full of kids, with a massive pair of udders, getting railed by HIM is just priceless!
On the subject of my breasts, I hope everyone here on my OnlyFans likes them. I've gone up six cup sizes since starting these pills! Isn't that crazy? I bet they're small compared to how gigantic they'll get a few pregnancies from now. I'm soooo excited to see how big they're gonna get, or if they're even gonna stop growing. Men absolutely drool over them, and when they see these huge boobs paired with a belly brimming with more kids than I can count, they know it's a free invitation to fuck me. Whether we're on the subway, the bus, or I'm at the bank, depositing my boss's checks..... Guys will take me by the hips and pump me so full of cum it'll be drooling down my legs all day--as all women should be, far as I'm concerned. Full to the point of bursting with cum. I used to be so grossed out when I saw college girls in sundresses, super pregnant, their big breasts falling out, cum hanging from their asses and pussies, drooling down their legs, just gushing with it, cum of their faces or tits as they happily talk on their phones or with their equally pregnant friends. Now I see they were the lucky ones.... And I definitely wasted my time in college not being like them, but it's never too late to be a good girl and show men I know what my true purpose really is. ❤️"
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⋆꙳✧༄ Sub for you
❖ Characters: Baji, Benkei, Hanma
❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB
❖ Summary: they decide to let you take over, allowing you to dominate them
❖ WARNINGS: Dom!reader, edging,them getting tied up, penetrative sex, overstimulation, pegging, ruined orgasm, anal fingering, facesitting, oral (reader giving)
❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | requested by @charbunxxi
☰ Baji:
ꕤ It was a change of pace for Baji, usually the dominant one or at least not completely at your mercy
ꕤ But when you got the handcuffs out and gave him the doe eyes he just couldn't say no to you
ꕤ After all - what harm is there if he just gets tied up?
ꕤ He still had that smug grin on when you lowered your pretty lips onto his rock hard length, thinking you just tied him up so he can't fuck your face
ꕤ Oh boy was he wrong
ꕤ The moment he started groaning and bucking his hips upwards, desperate for you to take more than just his tip you pulled away completely
ꕤ He wanted to reach out but the handcuffs restrained him, making him visibly irritated
ꕤ “untie me. I wanna fuck you” he grumbles, dick twitching from neglect
ꕤ you gave him a sweet smile and kissed his leaking tip “you know the safeword if it's too much” you hummed, continuing to tease him
ꕤ Baji broke out in a sweat after the third orgasm you denied him, the tears rolling out of his eyes after the fifth
ꕤ Only when he was whimpering and begging for you to please let him cum you let him
ꕤ eagerly riding him, his seed painting your walls white as he almost screams out in pleasure, finally being able to release
ꕤ His eyes went wide when you didn't stop however, an evil smirk on your lips
ꕤ “you wanted to cum so badly… so I let you” you moan softly, wanting him to fall into overstimulation
ꕤ Baji was completely spent once you were done with him, his arms wrapped around you “you gotta do that more often” he whispered flustered
☰ Benkei:
ꕤ Benkei was always big on equality so when he wanted to explore anal with you he gave you the permission to play with his behind as well if that's what you want
ꕤ and of course you didn't say no to the chance of having this big guy whimpering beneath you!
ꕤ His breath was harder than usual when you were gently stroking his cock, your tongues dancing around each other but your other hand was slowly traveling to his butt cheeks
ꕤ “We don't have to, if you'd rather not” you remind him loving, letting him know that its okay
ꕤ He shakes his head however and gets onto the bed, laying on his stomach with his hips propped up “I'm just nervous that's all” he mumbles, having heard all kind of horror stories
ꕤ “I'm gonna be gentle… and if its too much… yellow or red, yes?” you remind him of the traffic light system you guys use when trying new things before squirting some lube over his behind
ꕤ You started with gently rubbing your fingers over his puckered hole until he relaxed enough to insert one which made him hiss so you slowed down even more
ꕤ Once his breathing returned back to normal you slowly started moving your finger and eventually adding a second one
ꕤ Before he noticed it, he was groaning and rutting into the mattress beneath him from just your fingers massaging his walls
ꕤ “Think you can handle more, my good boy?” you asked in a hushed voice, slowly rubbing the strap against his thigh and without hesitation he moaned out a “yes please” taking you by surprise since he never sounded so desperate before
ꕤ gently you removed your fingers and put the strap on and lubed it up before pressing the tip against his rear, being extra slow so you wont hurt him
ꕤ “Just fuck me already” he groaned, fisting up the sheets and pushing his hips backwards into yours, taking the strap in one go
ꕤ It didn't even take him five minutes untill his moans raised so unfamiliar in their pitch, whimpering under your body as his thigh muscles tensed up - a tell tale sign f his orgasm being oh so close
ꕤ you started thrusting a little harder, giving him his first prostate orgasm which made him scream your name in euphoria, going completely limp afterwards when you pulled out
ꕤ “Never thought i would like it that much” he chuckles, pulling you into his strong arms for a short cuddle session before you two had to clean up the mess that was him
☰ Hanma:
ꕤ Shuji and you never really had a dynamic, always doing what feels right in the moment
ꕤ but when you suddenly pinned him down with a piercing gaze he gulped, feeling his dick twitch in excitement
ꕤ his obedience was rewarded with your cunt hovering above his face, completely neglecting his cock
ꕤ his hands were still pinned above his head as you started grinding against his tongue and letting the tip of his nose brush against your clit repeatedly
ꕤ you didn't care that your juices were running down his cheeks and onto the pillow beneath his head - neither did he try to free his hands from your grasp, liking the situation he got himself into
ꕤ only when his skilled tongue let the climax ripple through you, your thighs almost crushing his head, you took mercy on him and climbed off his face to gently jerk him off
ꕤ Carefully you wrapped your lips around his hard length, dragging your head up and down torturously slow until he was groaning, dick twitching against your tongue
ꕤ he was so sure of his sweet release inside of your mouth but you pulled away completely once he started to cum, ruining his orgasm and watching him squirm
ꕤ “you're gonna pay for this” he hissed, panting heavy as his own seed painted his abs, his cheeks flushed pink from the intensity of his release
ꕤ just then he heard the cuffs click and your hand returned to his semi hard dick “will i pay for that now, hm?” You teased, letting him know that he has a long night ahead of himself
Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez
#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers smut#baji x reader#benkei x reader#hanma x reader#baji smut#benkei smut#hanma smut#keizo arashi#keisuke baji#hanma shuji#keizo arashi x reader#keizo arashi smut#shuji x reader#shuji smut#tokyo revengers baji#tokyo revengers hanma#tokyo revengers benkei#dom!reader
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National Anthem ♡ (pt. 2)
hello everybody! this is part two of my very first fic ever! thank you all for all the love. i hope you enjoy ☻
warnings: toxic snow, suggestiveness (not smut!), fem!reader x young!coriolanus snow, use of Y/N, annnnd that's it for this chapter!
i still have another chapter to post, but i am pretty sure that will be the last one!
enjoy!
The day of the gala was, well, completely frantic. You saw your father for the first time out of his office in a long time, hurriedly grabbing some breakfast before heading to his fitting. Your fitting was soon, so you scarfed down a bagel your cook had made, as well as a small cup of coffee before heading upstairs.
As the President’s family, you had unlimited private helpers in every field. Your seamstress, Kali, was the best of the best. You and her had become decently close, speaking about all the academy drama whilst you would get fitted in your dresses.
It was nearing 11am now, so Kali was sure to arrive in the next thirty minutes. She would just be taking the dress and changing anything you weren’t sure about, or changing things to accentuate your body. You had some risqué ideas about this gala in particular. Coriolanus picking you up certainly amped up the need to be absolutely flawless.
Kali arrives shortly after your shower, wanting to get started as fast as possible.
“This is the dress I chose for tonight, Kali. I really love it - what do you think? Think all the boys are gonna swarm me?” You laugh as you hand the hanger over to the woman.
“Oh darling. You are going to be in all of Panem’s minds after this dress. I already know what we’re going to do. Put the damn thing on!”
You quickly strip out of your clothing, slipping the dress on little by little as you go. It fits fine in most parts, the straps being a little too big and the bottom being a little long and loose around your butt. You stand on a small platform in your room, looking in a full body mirror as Kali starts to hem the bottom slightly. You have ladies working on your hair at the same time.
“I think we’re gonna keep a train on the dress, Y/N. You’re old enough now, you can be a little more mature don’t you think? Oh! We’re also going to lower the neckline a tad. Maybe find you a husband before the night is over,” Kali jokes.
Secretly, you’ve been waiting for the moment you could start being more seductive with your clothing. It made you feel different, more daring. You watched as she so carefully trimmed the hem of the dress, leaving a small train on the red dress. She then pulls the dress to the side of your hips, showing how much fabric was left. She took it in, making sure to highlight your bottom as best as possible.
Finally, your hair was finished. Just on time for Kali to come to the front of the dress and work on the neckline. Your hair was in a slick back low style, the top pieces being slick but the bottom half of your hair flowing freely in elegant curls.
As you admired the now tailored dress, Kali stepped in front of you to alter the front. The now sweet and dainty neckline was soon to be plunging almost down to your abdomen. Your stomach twisted and turned at the idea of people seeing this much of you, but you were equally as excited. You were finally able to dress like a woman.
Kali did her magic on your dress, making you look the best you had ever looked for a gala. By the time she was done, it was nearly three pm. All that was left to do was makeup, then you would be picked up by Coriolanus.
You sat down, letting the artists do their job while you let yourself get lost in thought. The thoughts were mostly about Coriolanus, but nobody needed to know that. You anticipated the look on Bridgette’s face when you arrived with Coriolanus on your side. You simply could not wait to see her reaction. You look up in the mirror, smiling at how pretty you felt. Maybe, just maybe, pretty enough for Coriolanus to see you in a different light.
Four-thirty pm. There was simply no way this was about to happen. Were you to sit in the front seat with him? Back seat? Who knows. You were prepared to do whatever he told you, eager to see if he would say anything else about his eagerness to drive you. Surely not.
Quickly finishing the last details of your makeup, your makeup helper smiles and thanks you before heading out. Kali gives you a motherly kiss on the cheek, telling you to ‘go get ‘em tiger.’ You smile sweetly, appreciating her support and love. You add on some dark red gloves, reaching all the way to your elbows, bringing out the red in your dress even more. You add on your bracelets, some of the most expensive in all of Panem.
Looking at yourself one last time, you run your hands down your body and smile. You look stunning, so sharp that not even a knife could compete. You’re definitely going to be the talk of the Capitol, but you cared more about how Coriolanus would act.
Your father yells throughout the house, signaling for you to meet him in the lobby, ready to go. You grab your bag, and slowly exit your bedroom. Taking deep breaths, you descend down the staircase slowly, noting that Coriolanus is not here yet. Releasing your anxious breath, you reach the bottom of the stairs and blankly smile at your father. He doesn’t say a word, just looks you over and mouths a quiet ‘perfect’ before turning and heading into another room.
You frown out of disappointment, hoping your father would maybe tell you that you were pretty, or say something dad-like. Just for once, you wished. He returns back into the foyer, fiddling with his hair and practicing his presidential speech.
“Your ride should be outside by now. You shouldn’t keep him waiting, it’s not ladylike,” he says, not looking at you.
Your breath hitches as you immediately turn towards the front door, a black SUV now waiting outside. You turn back to your father before walking out the door. The cold air hits you like a ton of bricks, feeling cold enough to start spitting snow any minute. Using the handrails, you slowly start to walk down the porch steps before your attention is suddenly diverted. Out steps Coriolanus, handsome as ever. Actually? The most handsome you had ever seen him. His white blonde hair slicked back perfectly, his icy blue eyes shining due to the contrast. He’s walking towards you, ready to grab your hand to help you down. Then, you realize something - his outfit.
His outfit was none other than a perfect match of red to your dress. The two articles of clothing could have been purchased together. His dark red suit jacket paired with black pants and a black dress shirt. You slightly looked up to the sky and said a silent prayer for yourself. He takes your hand in his, lifting it upwards to elegantly kiss it. His eyes didn’t break from yours once. You smile and curtsy slightly before he walks you to the car. He opens the passenger door of the car and helps you inside before heading to the driver's side himself. He gets in quickly, slamming the door shut aggressively. You jump, clearly started before he leans over to you.
“We need to talk. And I have to make it fast before we get there. We’re going to go slow, and take the long way to the venue. Is that okay, darling?”
Darling? What was going on? Your eyes were wide, mouth open.
“Yeah, that’s fine I guess,” you stammer out. What were you supposed to say? He smiles and puts the vehicle in gear before slowly taking off.
“You must be wondering why I’ve been acting this way, wanting to drive you, unnecessarily charming you, the list goes on I’m sure.” He pauses, looking at you with raised eyebrows before continuing.
“But before I continue, I need you to be honest with me for a second. We’ve never spoken before but I know you admire me, correct?”
You are stunned at this point. Your heart was pounding, stomach swirling, and your eyes were looking all over his face. You noticed how he was relatively calm, yet it seemed like he was on the brink of going wild.
“I- I wouldn’t say adm-“ he cuts you off sharply, laughing.
“That’s all I need to know.” His laugh slowly dying out, he pulls into an empty lot, secluded from everything else. You look around frantically, not knowing if you should feel safe with him, or be utterly terrified.
“I just need to try something before I can trust you. Can you trust me?” He puts the car in park and looks at you, sincereness in his eyes. You nod your head yes, not being able to get any words out at all.
He nods his head back, before unbuckling his seatbelt and slowly leaning in. His lips brush against yours for just a second, before he grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him. You don’t know why, but something about this feels sinister. Sinister, but so right. His tongue brushes against your lips, immediately you open your mouth letting him in. He’s grabbing your hair with one hand and stroking your face with the other as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate.
Fireworks are going off all over your body, a needing feeling bubbling in the most private of places. You place your hands around his neck, slightly digging your nails in. He breaths out in the kiss, smiling and breaking it for just a second. He gives you a peck of the lips before fully releasing you, staring straight into your eyes.
“I just needed to see if what I was feeling was real. It certainly is.” Your foreheads are touching, the tension of the moment so thick, it could be sliced with a knife.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Snow.”
He returns back to his seat fully, before buckling his seatbelt. He eyes you over one last time before returning the route to the venue.
“I’m not sure I know what I mean either, darling. But we’ll discuss that later. You look absolutely stunning tonight, did you know?”
He uses one hand to turn the vehicle, the other grabbing onto your hand closest to him. It seems as if nothing had just happened, you hoped he wasn’t regretting it. You sure weren’t.
You looked down at your hands interlocked, slightly overwhelmed with everything. You were confused, to say the least.
“Thank you, but I - what just happened Coriolanus?” You stuttered in your sentence, mentally cursing yourself for showing vulnerability. His grasp tightened on your hand slightly, a smile breaking free from his stoic expression.
“You, Ms. Y/N, have had way too much of an effect on me. I need that to be contained, and I need it to be mine. I need you to be mine. But for now, it’ll just be for the gala. I need you to make sure you’re mine tonight specifically. At the end of the night, we can discuss.”
His answer only confused you more. Your face twisted with confusion as you looked out your window.
“Just enter with me, save a few dances with me, and converse with me some. Just do how a couple would normally do,” he says, casually.
You turn back to face him, noticing his slight smile turn more upwards. He seems… truthful.
“Why, alright then.” You continue to stare at him as you wrap your brain around what he could really be scheming.
#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x you#tom blyth#billy the kid#corio snow#coryo x reader#coryo snow#tbosas#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth x you
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Like what? - S.Strange
Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader
Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻
Warning: none
Word: approx 900
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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”
Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”
Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.
Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”
“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”
Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”
He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.
“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.
Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.
“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.
“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.
You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”
“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.
Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.
The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.
“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.
“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.
Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.
In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.
"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.
“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.
“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”
”Hmm, and your taste so good.”
You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.
Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.
He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.
“I really want to stay like this forever,”
“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’”
He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you. It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.
“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”
“I got you, baby girl.”
oi oi
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Going shopping for clothes with ted... trying on some lingerie and pulling him into the changing room. He can’t help but admire your figure. Puts his warm hands on your waist like, “darlin’, you look amazin’”
OOOOOF! This is a sexy situation. He wouldn't know what to do with himself, and that makes it even better. Let's gooooo!
WARNING: Light smut and teasing ahead...
Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)
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You tugged Ted's arm into the department store to go shopping. Really, you didn't have to tug at all. Ted loved going shopping with you. He had an eye for your style, and always found something that you ended up bringing home.
But as you wandered into the intimates department, his cheeks blushed and he smiled brightly at you.
"So, ah, darlin', what are we doin' here?" he asked playfully, holding your hand as you wound your way through the racks.
"Shopping for something special," you tease, darting off to the more intricate and sexy lingerie.
Ted admires the soft fabrics and romantic lace around him, his brain flitting to images of what you might look like in one of these things. But equally attracted to you when you're in your sleep shorts and one of his Richmond t-shirts.
Your eyes brighten at a red satin number - a corset bodice covered in black lace, with garter belts and a push-up top. You wink at Ted as you pop into a fitting room.
"Where'd ya go, sugar?" Ted asks, his cheeks breaking into a big smile, knowing full well you're trying on that saucy little number.
"I'm in here, but I didn't realize this thing had a ribbon in the back, I may need your help, Teddy..." you tease. Ted blushes, looking around to see if anyone may see him in the fitting room. He knocks twice gently on the door before you open it.
And my God, what a sight you are to him.
"Barbecue sauce," he murmurs, mouth agape as he takes you in.
Your hair is down, a little fluffed out from taking off your clothes, and your body is the picture of sexiness and elegance...
"Can you tie me up in back?" you ask, turning around, your butt rounded out under the hem.
Ted nods, his mouth agape, as he steps in and closes the door. His fingers fumble with the ribbon a bit before tying it into a bow, his big, warm hands settling on your hips as he leans into your ear.
"My God, darlin', you look amazing," he whispers, his lips kissing the soft skin below your ear. "Absolutely delicious."
You tilt your head to the side, giving him more room to worship your neck as his hands trail up and down the lace. You can feel how excited he is behind you.
He works his way up your chest, feeling your breasts as they spill over the top.
"So, Coach...is this a winner? What do you think?" you tease, stifling a moan by biting your bottom lip.
He spins you around and pushes you up against the wall of the fitting room lightly, his hands traveling in a frenzy to touch every detail of the lingerie, of your curves...
"Oh, I think it's a winner alright," he jokes, kissing your lips, sliding his tongue against yours. His greedy hands can't stop touching and grabbing, his length hard behind his khakis.
"God, Ted, this is so sexy," you murmur, his lips again trailing down your jaw, to your neck and collarbone.
He groans in pleasure in response, "Mmm-hmmm...."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
You both jump apart, eyes wide and laugh bubbling up in your chest.
"Hi there, I'm Judy! Do you need any help with anything? Additional styles or sizes you'd like to try?" the perky voice outside the door asks.
"N-no, I think I'm all set. Thank you, Judy!" you answer, your hand over Ted's mouth before he bursts out laughing.
"Alrighty, well holler if you need anything."
As you hear Judy's heels retreat you kiss Ted's lips again.
"Let's wrap this puppy up and get it home," he says lowly against your ear. "I'm not done with you."
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TA-DA! Hope you enjoyed it. I've thought about this scenario a lot. Because Ted would absolutely be flustered to be in there, and then turned on like a Christmas tree the moment you closed the door.
#ted lasso x reader#ted lasso fanfic#ted shopping for lingerie with you#and making out in fitting rooms?#YES PLEASE#i like to think ted says “barbecue sauce” when he's just in shock too#and this situation warrants it
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Tattoo Designs for The Signs ✨🦋🌙🌹💫🤎
Aries - These designs are probably smaller, but detailed and equally powerful. They will either be covered in them or have a few ones that they like. An Aries or Mars dominant person will enjoy the concept of tattoos that have a story or are motivating. Aries would probably have a tattoo of people they admire. These tattoos are probably fun or nice to look at as well. Ruled by Mars, these tats are probably sexy as well.
Locations: forearms, face, areas that are typically painful
Taurus - These tattoos are probably very elegant & cute with lots of smooth lines and curves. These are the floral tattoos. They may also be placed in more sensual, or attractive areas as I sense these Venusian ruled individuals want their tattoos to be admired.
Locations: neck, back/spine
Gemini - Gemini tattoos are the ones that are scattered around their body—patchwork tattoos! They very much like the tattoos that don’t follow a general theme. It’s whatever they like and whatever they connect with. These types probably like quoted as well. Would get matching tats with someone.
Locations: hands, arms, anywhere
Cancer - These designs are probably really short and sweet. They could be ones with meaning, or some sentimental energy behind them. This Moon ruled sign likes tattoos that are close to their heart—and this could be in a physical sense too. These tattoos are cute and they probably like softer looking tattoos as well.
Locations: sternum, rib cage, chest
Leo - For a the sign ruled by the Sun itself, I would say these individual have tattoos that are eye catching. These could be full body tattoos and ones that are just really breathtaking. They may like to follow a general theme, such as interest they have that they can expand over time. These tattoos are probably very big, bold and beautiful.
Locations: everywhere, prominent places
Virgo - These tattoos are probably simple and beautiful, but not very prominent. Virgos like quotes and words as well, and might like to have meaning behind their tattoos. Don’t mistake them though, these are the types to surprise you with a tattoo you never knew about. Precise lines are ideal for this sign, probably very little shading, but more so there is intricacy.
Locations: arms, rib cage area, lower back
Libra - These tattoos are beautiful and very cute looking. They probably choose the best location and designs. A Libra probably likes a bit of meaning but is more so into the design itself and how beautiful it’ll look on their body. Also, being ruled by Venus they might like designs that admire the body or are sensual in nature. A design that is easily seen might be preferred and one that adds to their attractiveness. Also the type to get matching tats.
Locations: hips, butt, lower back
Scorpio - These designs are probably very bold and can be very intimate looking. The themes can be darker in nature or very mesmerizing. These types like shading and they like depth. Scorpio’s being ruled by Pluto, they like tattoos that have less of a meaning and more so convey an idea. They want tattoos that speak to their nature and who they are as a person.
Locations: hips, hidden areas, painful areas
Sagittarius - These tattoos are kinda like the patchwork tattoos that Gemini’s like, but have more of a meaning. Being ruled by Jupiter, their tattoos can be everywhere, and can be extensive. The designs are more likely to be connected and carry a general theme. They probably like tattoos that carry the essence of their personal philosophy as well. Not totally random, but very interesting to look at and a bit more detail.
Locations: legs, everywhere
Capricorn - These tats can be simple but have depth to them and they may like shading. They are likely to choose tattoos that have already been created and are more into a classic look. These tattoos can also tell a story or shed light on events or times in their life that were important. They probably like tattoos that are bigger because it’s like go big or go home, they’re not getting it for nothing yk? Tbh these are the types to have a sleeve.
Locations: arms, spine, hidden areas
Aquarius - These designs are super fun, unique and creative. They can have a kind of randomness to them but are so fun to look at. They’ll probably talk to you about it when you ask. Think cool shapes, textures, patterns and celestial, otherworldly styles.
Locations: anywhere
Pisces - These individuals like tattoos that are beautiful and mesmerizing. They probably enjoy a celestial theme or one that feels very magical. They like smoothness and intricacy. They’re gonna be creative too and they’ll probably bring their own design to work with. Pisces being ruled by Neptune means that they probably enjoy tats that relate to spirituality or things that aren’t often observed by the collective.
Locations: anywhere, feet, areas that are sensitive
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Mama catching me vigorously humping the kitchen counter through my diaper, up on my tiptoes and holding my little skirt up out of the way to get any pressure at all through the soft layers on onto my baby parts.
My eyes are closed and my mouth is hanging open against my pink cheeks, which have a light layer of sweat to them, indicating I've been working at this for a while.
I don't look that successful, humping wildly but only seeming to rarely catch a good angle through all the crinkly padding. I whine and my face twists in frustration as my feet slip and I lose the perfect angle to pleasure myself with, again.
Mama smiles, knowing how tough the whole taping-the-diaper-closed thing is for me, Mama's horniest Baby.
Mama knows I could easily get off five or six times a day without breaking a sweat, my little brain being wholly absorbed in my own pleasure, and my sensitive parts growing so reactive whenever I'm little. Mama eventually taped my diaper for my own good when I couldn't control myself and kept trying to do special touch time everywhere.
Mama wants to help out her baby and knows baby loves to hump and hold, and after a quick check, she confirms that Baby's diaper is still dry. She's equally impressed and alarmed.
"Little one, this diaper went on hours ago and it's still dry, I thought I told you to release when you needed!" Mama's scolding but still, her cock starts swelling in her jeans.
Her Baby is desperate. Very desperate.
I won't stop trying to make my humpies, frantic to keep the hours of wee wees out of this babyish diapee! I'm trying to work out how to get out of it and use the big potty when Mama materialized behind me for a sudden diaper check.
Mama is not happy to find me dry and squirmy, flipping me around and quickly lifting me to settle on her hip. She bounces me to settle me in more than is strictly necessary, enjoying my desperate little wiggles after each soft impact against her hip.
Mama carries her baby to their bathroom, settling their wiggly butt on the edge of the tub before running off to grab her hitachi wand, which she plugs in and brings to kneel at my feet. She grabs my knees and forces them apart, which makes me whine and grind forward helplessly.
She holds the palm of her hand flat against the front of my diaper and squeezes, teasing me and my brimming baby parts.
"Sweetie, this is not good for your bladder, holding this long when you're so little!" She firmly swats the front of the diaper before pressing it against my soaked and twitching stiffie again. "I don't like that you're being stubborn, but I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"I'm going to using the magic wand to get out all your stickies, but! I won't do it until your diapee is nice and wet, little baby, so what are you waiting for? I brought you to the potty room, and you're already wearing your potty!"
I whine and cant my hips forward, feeling shy about Mama's hand placement over my winkie where she'll be able to feel my tinkles when they come out but still bursting.
I whimper and try to let go but get startled by the rumble of the wand. I look down hopefully, only to find Mama placing the head of the wand against her hard cock with her left hand, squeezing her baby's excited parts with her right.
Seeing Mama's eyes flutter makes my winkie pulse and forces my bladder to contract.
I shiver as the first spray hits my padding, softening and dampening the layers as I continue to shake and soak my diapee.
Mama shivers with me, hearing the hissing of my tinkles finally begin in earnest
Mama sees her baby's face finally relax and feels real peace, coming hard on the wand moments after the tension leaves their precious little one's expression.
Afterwards they immediately press the wand into the soaked padding of their baby. I'm still piddling with some force, and the feeling of relief and wet heat combined with the deep vibrations of the wand make me scream and immediately arch off the bed into a long orgasm, peeing the whole time.
Mama squeezes at my diaper one last, this time the padding squishes against my spent baby parts.
"Uh-oh!" she says in a sing-song voice, "looks like someone needs a big change. Mama will take care of you, baby, always."
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Dark Sin - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Happy Lowman One Shot Story.
Bit of Angel and Happy, anyone? Have.At.It. Because who wouldn’t want to be suck between these two?
(GIFS not mine, found on Pinterest)
Words - 1,610
Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
It winds slow, clutching at you like a fever, a hot tongue touring the skin over your sternum, another licking your shoulder, two hands clutched upon your breasts, kneading with a gentle grasp, two at your butt, squeezing harder, and you, caught between the summer and winter of them, the fire and the frost.
You’ve never wanted anything more than both of them together, desiring them equally, always entertained by their advances, both eager to secure you. ‘You can have me, fellas, but you have to share me.’
“You good with that?” Angel had asked, raising an eyebrow.
Happy had taken a moment to reply, grinning around the chew on his toothpick. “Absolutely.”
And so here you are, both of them wrapping themselves around you like serpents in heat, Happy’s mouth lowering, trailing kisses of burning hunger over your abdomen, Angel moving his mouth to envelop your nipple in the wet tug of his lips, sparks beginning to glitter through you, your anticipation for more ramping by the moment the lower you feel Happy lay each kiss.
“Mmm, fuck!” you grit, when finally, those kisses meet your folds, Happy kissing in tease, watching you squirm, vying to feel his tongue intrude.
“Need more?” Of course, he knows you do, but you sense he’ll make you say it.
“Yes, yes I do.” you gasp, your mouth then covered by Angel’s, your groan pouring into his throat as you feel Happy part your folds, the stiffened blade of his tongue firmly dragging through. A bonfire of bliss begins to glow deep within you, reaching to Angel’s shirt, undoing it, your eyes feasting upon the heavenly body beneath as he tugs it off, your hands gripping his belt, yanking it undone. If the sight of his bulky muscles wasn’t enough, when you pull his cock free from within his jeans, your eyes nearly fall out of your head.
“Bet you can’t wait to be split around that, can you, baby doll?” he groans, mouth laying a blazing constellation of kisses over your throat.
Licking your hand wet, you grasp him, gripping his shaft and tugging upwards firmly. Your hand only just about closes around it. “Yeah, just as much as I bet you can’t wait to feel my tight little pussy gripping on it. You want it badly, don’t you? Want to feel me getting this big cock all wet and slippery, while you’re fucking me so good, I’m crying?”
He grasps your jaw, giving you the kind of grin that looks borrowed from the devil himself. “Shit, querida. How well you know me already.” While you’re having your tits focused upon by his hungry mouth, your hand keeping his moans deep and sinful, another hungry mouth gorges itself upon you, Happy making you shudder with pleasure.
He draws dirty curses from your sweet lips with each keen lap of his tongue, his stubble prickling at your soft flesh, cheeks hollowing as he begins to suck at you, your slick swallowed greedily as he devours the mouthful of your womanhood he has encased within his mouth, localising the next suck by covering your bud with his lips, sucking until it swells, your hips jolting at the soft flicks of the tip of his tongue administered thereafter.
It’s too much, but equally nowhere near enough, his fingers pushing into you, clever and precise as he seeks out exactly where within the wet plush of your pussy you want to feel him press, having you wailing for him.
“Right there?”
“Oh fuck, yes! Don’t you dare move them!” He laughs, his voice deepened even more than usual by lust, hooking his fingers over and beginning to rake them against you, pressing hard, looking up at you over the rise of your curves and watching as you lose control for him. “Jesus... fuck!”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he hums, grinning against your pussy, his tongue beginning to flutter over your bud rapidly. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” The grit of his words arrows right to your insides, your cunt clenching around his fingers. Tiny shocks skitter through you, your mouth hot and hungry against Angel’s, slipping to bite his neck as your hand wrings precum from his thick cock, thumb stroking silkily over the tip, his groan steeped in grit and gravel as his hips sway against your grip.
“Fuck, you two are gonna ruin me,” you gasp, a soft burst of laughter following your words, your nails trailing over the tattooed serpent atop Happy’s shaven head.
He looks up at you, the darkness swirling in his inky eyes. “Oh yes, we are.” His tongue presses flat against your clit, a hard, quick lick administered, another following, pausing to pull his t shirt off, unbuckling his belt, the sound of him shedding his jeans making you slick with the anticipation that mists over your body, the craving for his cock that consumes you headily.
He holds you on the cusp of it, stroking his cock through your glossy folds, evoking your whimpers, entertained by your need. “Yeah, you dying for that big dick, princess?”
“Happy, please! Please just fuck me!” Your demand is met with a raised eyebrow, Happy grinning to himself, the head of his cock stroking streaks of pleasure as it nudges against your clit before sliding to push at your opening in tease. He fucks you shallowly, making you keen for him, your back arching off the bed, feeling him finally fill you with a satisfied sigh, the hot silk of your walls bathing his cock in a warm dew.
Their hands stroke a blazing furnace across your skin, Happy giving you every inch of his cock so slowly, you mewl with every thrust, Angel’s teeth closing over your nipples in turn, his hand gently flexing at your throat, releasing to grasp your jaw instead, kissing you blindingly as he groans against your lips, feeding you his fingers, his tongue swiping the column of your throat.
Colours illuminate behind your closed eyelids, your mind swirling, overcome by ecstasy, foggy with the utter dark sin of it. You expect Happy to be rough with you, but to begin with, he lets you feel the sumptuous drag of every inch steadily, teasingly slowly, that calmness the spring shower that rains upon your earth, quenching your desire without giving you too much of what you crave.
It’s just enough to keep you sated, the position changing slightly as you move onto your front, arranging yourself before Angel and stripping the rest of his clothes from him, taking his cock in your grasp once more, enveloping him in the warm hug of your mouth.
“Shit, mamas. Fuck, yeah, you suck that cock. Damn, you’re good.” he groans almost incoherently as you work him with gusto, your eyes finding the dark fire of his irises, his hands tangling in your hair as the sound of Happy’s flesh smacking against yours as he builds a steady rhythm fills the air. He begins to alternate between a deliciously slow pace, switching up to rapid, your moans only muted by your continued suck upon the thick cock filling your mouth, Angel’s hands fisted tight in your hair.
“Dude, take over here. Only fair I don’t be hoggin’ up this amazing little pussy,” Happy rasps after a few minutes, exiting you with a slippery pop, Angel moving to sit up on his heels, pulling your body close. You climb astride him, gripping his thick shoulders as he steers you down onto his cock, the thick of him stretching you wide, your mouth falling open in silent exclamation. Happy hit deep, but fuck, Angel splits you, opening you around the thick of him, nerve endings sizzling as you gasp to be breeched by something with such girth.
Feeling Happy shuffle behind you, you cry out at feeling his fingers tease your other opening, spit wet and firm as they begin scissoring you open, your narrow passage yielding to him, his cock, still slick with the soaking sheen of your arousal beginning to push once he’s sure he’s readied you enough, steadily filling you.
He grasps a handful of your hair, pulling your head back, claiming your throat with predatory bites, making you feel as if you are a gazelle caught between two starving lions, the other side of your neck sucked upon by Angel as he fucks up into you mercilessly, fingers gripping hard at your thighs, his short nails dragging your skin, leaving crimson welts, your wails feral, wild desire charging through your veins, pleasure streaking over your body and burning through to the very marrow of you.
So, there you are, sandwiched between two bodies, impaled to the hilt upon two long, thick cocks, moving with them in lustful abandon. If this was a dream, you’d never want to wake from it. The punch of them both within you has your burning to your very bones, pleasure sizzling right to your marrow as you wail yourself hoarse, clutching Angel as you feel lightning striking its way up your spine, your movements fervid as you begin to move against them, rather than be dictated by their paces within you, all three of you hurtling towards the catatonic crest of blinding light, a thousand lights blazing over neurons, their moons eclipsing your sun, darkness shrouding it before once more, the light blazes forth.
You topple first, the hug of your viscid cunt taking Angel with you, Happy following moments after.
“Well... you ruined me,” you pant, kissing Angel, turning your head to receive the same from Happy, who rumbles a deep chuckle.
“Fair to say you returned it.”
Yes. Very fair, you’d say.
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Waking Up Next to You
A/N: Ending our BIG HUGE AMAZING celebration with what Timo and Emma are up to today 🥰. Thank you all so much… for loving this AU, and my OCs, and for supporting me all weekend even though you all probably have much better things to do. I am really lucky. I don’t know what I did to get such an amazing space here, but I never want to lose it. Thank you for helping me keep this space so wonderful. I LOVE YOU!!!
A heavy arm pins my naked body to an equally naked chest. The hand attached to that arm cups my left breast, fingers permanently fixated there to prevent me from moving. My butt curves into his morning wood. A ghost of a smile pulls my lips apart. Waking up with Timo feels like home. This morning, my normal desire to run is non-existent. I brush my smile across his forearm, hoping to slowly wake him up. Peppered kisses continue along his warm skin in front of me. I need to get going, but unlike so many times before, I don’t want to leave without having him one more time.
I stretch out in his arms, waking him enough that he releases his tight grip on me. I roll over towards him. His blue eyes open, taking me in.
“You’re going to be in trouble with your brother.” Timo says, kissing my nose. I shake my head.
“He stayed at Jack and Luke's. Couldn’t make it upstairs, I guess.”
“That mean I get you a bit longer?”
“Yeah.” I whisper, then pull his mouth to mine. Timo inhales me. His tongue spreads hot wildfire through my body as it touches mine. He lifts my leg over his hips, then tenderly makes love to me until we are both moaning each others names into the morning air.
Later, as I’m pulling on my lounge clothes that I had brought down last night, Timo sits on the bed, watching me.
“I really don’t want you to leave.” He confesses candidly.
“You hate this part.”
“So do you.” He throws my shirt at me, slightly annoyed.
“I do.” I answer honestly. I approach him on the bed, straddling his lap. He holds me on him, chin up to look at my face.
“Don’t go home and act like this didn’t happen.” He quietly requests.
“I never want to forget last night.” I whisper back, pecking our lips together. “Wanna remember it for the rest of my life.”
“You could have it for the rest of you life?”
“T, is that really us?”
“Yeah, I think it is.” I inhale deeply, pulling in the scents of us and him and trying to memorize every part of it. I wish I could stay. I want to. Ache to. Instead, I finish pulling my shirt over my head then tap Timo’s thigh so he walks me to the door.
“I won’t see you again?” He questions when I step into the hall. I shake my head no.
“I leave tomorrow morning. Early.” He nods, understanding. I wonder how I’ll sleep tonight knowing he’s only a few floors down from me. I run my fingers along his arms, up to his shoulders where I lace my fingers together behind his neck. He stares down at me. “Christmas? You’ll be back?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll have to get you something.”
“I’d be fine with just you.”
“Maybe I’ll get you something for just me.” He winks. I grin.
“I like that idea.” I go onto my tip toes. Timo meets me in the middle. Our kiss stings on my lips before settling into my chest as we pull apart. Hesitantly, Timo lets me go. I step out of his embrace, not able to take my eyes off him yet.
“I’ll see you, Hischier.” He quips, but his sadness comes through in his blue eyes. I toss him a peace sign, then click my tongue against my teeth, popping my leg up too. “Don’t be cute. Or I’ll pull you back in here.” He reaches out as I turn, slapping my ass. I laugh at him over my shoulder, then make my way down to the elevator.
When I step inside, a weird feeling comes over me. Like everything between us is shifting into something different. But then the elevator begins to raise and I brush it off as the change in position. A slight pang pokes through my abdomen. I put my hand over the spot as I walk out of the elevator, not thinking of it again as I push into Nico's apartment.
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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 7
DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
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*THUD!*
Plopping the partially picked-through package of Megamax diapers on the bed, Stacy finally gave up on trying to push the peculiarly placed padding to the back of her mind. “Okay, think. Skye and Latasha probably sleep together from time to time. It’s probably for emergencies,” she said to herself, finding the mental image of Latasha in a diaper too ridiculous to be believed. Never once had Latasha shown even a smidge of submissiveness.
So then…why Megamaxes? There were at least a dozen different diaper types downstairs in the nursery, any one of which would be sure to make a diaper-print fanatic like Skye go gaga. Meanwhile, Megamax diapers were medical diapers with no prints whatsoever. As hard as it was to envision a padded Latasha, picturing Skye in something this devoid of color was equally implausible.
Digging into the tattered packaging, Stacy plucked a single diaper out and promptly unfolded it on the bed. Skye wasn’t the only one unaccustomed to the realm of medical diapers. She’d been recommended Megamaxes numerous times due to the amount they hold but as someone who preferred cloth to plastic, she never pulled the trigger on that purchase. Poking the crinkly padding with her pointer finger, a ping of desire echoed throughout her midsection.
“No, no, I don’t need it,” Stacy scoffed, folding the diaper in half and pushing it to the opposite edge of the bed. To her, if she put a diaper on now, it would be like admitting Riri was right. Big girl beds weren’t for diaper babies: a rule that had been a part of the Padded Palace since its inaugural day. It didn’t matter that she could take it off after without anyone knowing. It was the principal of the matter.
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But what if they were Latasha’s? Wouldn’t that mean the rule about wearing diapers in a Big bed was null and void? Furthermore, it wasn’t like these were the cutesy, immature adult baby diapers stocked in the nursery. If the elderly could wear them to bed, and Latasha could wear them to bed, so could she.
Having justified her decision, Stacy slipped her panties and PJ pants off, retrieved the previously discarded diaper, and slid it under her butt. She then took her faux maturity a step further as she momentarily debated if she should go the whole nine yards with lotion and powder. Eventually, she came down on the side that going without made the act of being diapered less juvenile. Taping the dry, powderless diaper to the hips, she wiggled her butt and giggled at the rustling noise she so rarely got the chance to hear.
*YAWN!*
Almost as if her ability to sleep was activated by nappies, Stacy was hit by a wave of exhaustion. Lounging against the stack of pillows, she slipped her legs under the sheets, accidentally nudging the pair of satin panties off the bed in the process.
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Depositing Connor’s noxious nappy into its own plastic bag, Riri was sweating bullets. Scrunching the collar of her nightie up to her nose did little to block the nose hair-searing scent that circulated the air around her. Her enjoyment of ABDL, robust as it was, didn’t necessarily translate into handling diaper changes from the Big’s perspective. That said, she couldn’t help but feel an abundance of pride as she knotted the trash bag shut.
“I’m so sorry,” whispered Connor, having lost track of how many times he’d repeated that three-word phrase. Burying his face beneath the skirt of the blue nightie that Riri picked out for him, he could only imagine what the interior of his previous diaper must’ve looked like, though if the number of wipes it took Riri to swab down his bum-bum area was anything to go off of, it couldn’t have been pretty.
Riri wiped the moisture away from her eyes as she uncupped the cloth from her mouth and nose to speak, “Say sorry again and I’m getting the paddle.” Her tone was nowhere near serious in spite of her withering stare. Tossing the wad of used wipes in the diaper pail, she proceeded to lotion, powder, and diaper the caregiver who her Daddy actively paid to do the same for her. The irony was too rich not to chuckle at.
Spreading his fingers slightly, Connor observed as Riri fiddled with the tapes on his diaper. “Um…not to…uh…nevermind,” he said, his face turning a few shades redder.
“Not to what?” asked Riri earnestly. She didn’t want any secrets between Connor and her, even if it was just an off-the-cuff comment.
Sighing anxiously, Connor thought about stiffing Riri’s question. However, as he spread his fingers wide enough to peek through, his ability to remain stone-faced dissipated rapidly. “Not to be a backseat caregiver but the tapes don’t need to be that tight. You should be able to run your finger along the inside of the leg hole without snagging,” he said, his acquired knowledge of ABDL on full display. The color in his cheeks deepened.
“Is that so?” said Riri, unable to disguise her amusement over the way Connor glowed when he flexed his caregiving prowess. It was a comforting reminder that, regardless of the ups and downs, this was still a healthy outlet for him. After what happened with Stacy, Ellie, and to some extent, herself only a few hours prior, she wouldn’t have blamed the newfound ageplayer for ditching all kink wholesale. It was all she could do now to reinforce how positive and fulfilling a healthy kink lifestyle could be, “Let me go ahead and get that fixed then.” Unsticking and reapplying the tapes, she dragged her delicate finger across each leg hole. “There, snug as a baby bug in a rug. Hehe, that’s what Daddy always says.”
Snickering at Riri’s inherent silliness, a strange, yet palpable envy began to build. There was little doubt in his mind anymore that this was exactly where he wanted to be, especially as he felt the head of his penis dribbling pre-cum into his diaper. So…why did it still seem like something he should be embarrassed of? It was as if every fiber of his being was compelling him toward a world of padded pleasure, except for a faction of his mind that refused to let go of the adult he was supposed to be. Sucking in air through gritted teeth, he leaned his head back against the spongy changing table. “I’m tired,” he said simply, his mind abuzz with a myriad of illuminating and troubling thoughts.
“Alright then,” responded Riri as she moved to help Connor sit up. No doubt, she’d kept him up long enough for one night, “Why don’t we get you back in your crib? I’ll make sure that the trash gets thrown awa-”
“No…” said Connor, his eyes wide open and fixed on the cartoonish stars and crescent moons painted across the powder blue ceiling, “...I’m tired of feeling ashamed and anxious over something I want. I like diapers. Goddess, I more than like diapers, and fuck anyone who has a problem with that. Pardon my language.” He sighed once more, this time powerful enough to shrug off much of the weight that had been pressing on his shoulders.
Shaking her head, Riri took hold of Connor’s hand. “No, it’s okay. And you’re absolutely right. So much about ABDL centers around getting to ease into a mindset where you stop caring about self-image and let yourself be…Little. It’s beautiful, at least to me anyway,” she said, growing bashful as her gushing went on.
Energized and emboldened by Riri’s short speech, Connor shifted his legs off the changing table, allowing himself to sit up and take hold of Riri’s hand. His nerves were rampant but he didn’t care. He wanted to push himself. “I know it’s a lot to ask but would you be willing to teach me about Little Space? I don’t want to have to rely on others getting me off for my brain to relax anymore,” he said, unaware of what a massive undertaking his request was. Had he asked anyone else, he likely would’ve gotten some passive answer agreeing to help him only for their interest to wean with each passing day. Thankfully for him, he was talking to Riri.
Gripping Connor’s hand tenderly, Riri wasn’t prepared for the sheer sincerity in his voice and the heartfelt desperation in his eyes. She would’ve already gone to the ends of the Earth to help guide him through his ABDL journey but now, her commitment to Connor was as iron-clad as a pair of locking plastic panties. “I’m with you every step of the way. I promise,” she said, throwing her arms around Connor and pulling to his feet for a much-needed hug. As she leaned her head on his shoulder, she caught sight of their fellow nurserymate snoring away in her crib. A risky yet tantalizing idea popped into her head, “Though I must say, if you’re looking for an expert on getting in and out of Little Space, we could always wake our resident expert.”
Breaking from his hug with Riri, Connor shot her a look of confusion. She nodded for him to turn around, causing him to follow her sightline directly to Ellie’s crib.
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7 Deadly Diapers: Lust pt 1-4 (TW: Harassment)
“Anything else, sir?” The waitress said with a biting tone, bill in hand.
“Actually.. i was hoping for some dessert.” Max said with a mischievous smile dropping a piece of cutlery onto the ground. “Oops! Could you grab that for me, doll face?”
Mindy had enough of the man’s catcalling and wandering eyes. Being a regular at the diner, Max was a generous tipper. But the pay was not worth Mindy’s dignity and patience anymore. And while everyone knew Max did this to nearly every woman in town, Mindy had unfortunately become his white whale. Tonight she was determined to just hand off the bill and get him out.
“We don’t have a dessert menu, sir.” she rolled her eyes, bending down to the cutlery.
“Don’t lie.. There’s a perfectly good cake right here!” He reaches but Mindy furiously slaps his hand away.
“HOW DARE YOU!” She exclaimed, “you slimy pig!!” With a single hard slap across the face she turned towards the kitchen.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry…” he adjusts his jaw. “But lighten up. You’re really mad at a guy for giving you a compliment? No thank you?”
“You make me sick. You think it’s nice to be ogled at? Objectified?” She takes him to the door by his collar and shouts:
“I wish you’d understand just how small and dirty you make us women feel! Now GET OUT of my diner!”
With a shove Mindy slammed the doors. As she sighed she swore she smelled baby powder…? But turned and walked to the kitchen to compose herself.
Max huffed at the door. “Dumb bitch! She was fat anyway..” as he walked down the road, muttering, he hardly noticed the sudden draft around his legs and an odd bulk growing around his groin. A tall shadow suddenly cast over him as he bumped against something big and solid.
“Hey watch where you’re..!” Looming over him was a group of huge amazon women, eyeing him hungrily.
“Oh we’re watching alright.. where’s your mommy little boy?”
…
“Uh.. Excuse me?” Max felt an immediate nervousness wash over him by how the huge, mighty women were looking at him. They all were dressed like celebrities in tight, mature, womanly dresses accentuating each of their uniquely alluring figures.
“Aww… look at him squirm girls! How adorable.” The tallest one swooned, leading all the others to coo. She bent down, her buxom chest hanging in front of his face. “Do you understand what we’re saying, sweet boy?”
“I-I-I.. uh.. I..” normally he’d feel willing to take charge in front of such a gorgeous woman but he felt tongue tied and almost scared by the way they looked at him. It didn’t help that bystanders had started watching the whole scene unfold as well.
“Go on, baby.. use your words!” The darkly-clad, motherly leader cheered him on.
“Oh Claire.. maybe he’s lost! Poor thing!” An equally curvy, ditzier blonde in a red slitted sequin dress chimed in.
“Oh my god.. rose, Claire, look at his dress!” A tomboyish, muscular one in a bra and low rise jeans snickered at the man.
“My what?!” He glanced down to find his new summery orange dress dancing in the wind. The women cackled at him as he swiveled and turned to walk away. But then his dress twirled over his waistline for a moment, revealing another surprise.
“Whoa there girls.. Did I just see what I think I saw?” Said the tomboy. Before Max could run, his dress was tugged up all around him. In shock he felt his bladder empty. Except it didn’t stream down his leg.. instead he felt swelling right where the amazons were inspecting. Their laughter boomed.
“AWW! It’s true, Holly! Looks like he needs them, too! How cute is that?”
“Naughty boy! Right In front of your aunties?”
“That is the FATTEST diaper I’ve ever seen!” From every angle he felt the girls squeeze his butt.
“Let go!! P-People are staring!” He demanded.
“So? If you didn’t want anyone checking your diapers, why’d you dress like that?”
“You should be grateful for the attention!” Rose scoffed with a spank.
“Exactly!” Holly said easily lifting him onto her hip like a child.
“You’re coming with us, young lady! There’s a diner over there. Maybe they’ll have a changing table big enough for your big soggy butt~!”
…
The bell to the diner rang. Mindy groaned having just calmed down from earlier. “Welcome to Patty’s. How man—“ she was stunned to silence by the posse of beautiful giants in front of her. “H-hey. Table for three?”
“Make that four actually!” Chimed Rose.
“And we’ll need a high chair for our plus one~! Can you say hi?” Claire maneuvered Max to the front of their crew, each hand held by a different Amazon. His dress was no longer blowing but his freshly soaked diaper hung low enough to be plainly visible to the waitress. In a moment, she registered his face, and could do nothing to suppress her laughter.
“OH MY GOD!! THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!” She teared up from laughing so hard, causing Max’s face to steam, “I’ve got a table right by the window hold on ladies!! You’ve made my day!”
“What a polite young lady!” Claire said reading her name tag as Mindy swiftly pulled out a childish, neon colored high chair, a kids menu and crayons with the biggest smile she could muster, “can you say thank you Ms. Mindy?” Mindy paused leaning in with a cupped ear as gleeful as she could be.
“… thank you.” Every Amazon gave a stern look. Holly swatted his bottom hard. “T-thank you Miss Mindy!”
“Oh you’re so welcome! My, what a well-behaved little girl!” She said pinching his cheeks with an evil hiss. She suddenly noticed how bulky the man’s diaper was and how vulnerable he was with his hands being held. She snorted but containing herself. She walked over puffing out her bottom lip as though out of pity. “Oh dear.. are we still potty training at her age?”
“I’m afraid so! Why the poor baby wet herself on the way here!” Claire yarned like she were Max’s legal caregiver. Max shot a scowl at the woman. Before Mindy tilted her head with feigned innocence.
“Now now maxie! You’re much too big for that! Don’t your aunties teach you any better? Tut tut! Do you mind if I take a look? I used to babysit.“ she fluttered her eyelids.
“No!!” Max shouted.
“Nonsense! We don’t mind at all!” Rose ruffled the boys hair.
“Excellent! Now let’s see what the damage is~!” She hummed a tune and yanked up the dress with a yip from Max. She pulled his plastic pants down, gasping loudly so all the patrons would hear her. “Yup! This thing is drenched alright! I can hardly believe it. She must’ve not even tried to get to the potty!” Max was beet red as everyone stared at him trying to get eyes on this “drenched” diaper. “Buuuut, I’d say she’s got room for one more good wetting before she leaks!”
“Really? So no change needed?” Claire asked innocently.
“No not at all! Besides she’s got these big pretty plastic panties just in case right? And if she ever wants to learn how to be big girl, you gotta make her sit in what she did. That way she knows it’s naughty.”
“That makes perfect sense!” Rose agreed.
“Anyway ladies! Here you are! I gave the little tyke the whole shabang! I made sure to put her high chair right in front of the windows so people can see her pretty dress and squishy little booty! Just so you know kids under 5 eat free today so she’s on the house! Please, PLEASE let me know if you need anything else!” She clasped her hands grateful for the chance to humiliate the biggest womanizer in town.
“Such wonderful service! And they’ve got a coloring mat Maxie!” Rose’s fawning made Mindy need to turn and compose herself.
“Upsie daisy, now!” Max was unwillingly lifted by Claire and stuffed into the much room small high chair. His diaper seems to push out of every opening in the bars and his dress rode up in the back where he couldn’t reach. His soaked butt was on full display of the restaurant. He pouted and hid his face in shame fighting away Claire’s hands. “Someone’s fussy! I’ll take a coffee! Can we get some scrambled eggs and a warm milk for her?”
“HAPPILY!!” Right before taking off Mindy curled her face into a smile, “would you like me to put it in a bottle and bring a bib with that ma’am?”
“Yes please!” All the amazons said in unison to Max’s utter dismay.
…
“Alright Maxie! Here comes the airplane!”
“Open wide dear!” Claire buzzed the spoon of eggs into his mouth. He was full to bursting, unable to eat another bite despite so many eggs littering his face, bib, and table. It had been two hours of cooing, babying, and chit chat with Mindy who hadn’t smiled this much in years.
“If we ever need a babysitter we know who to call!” Said Holly sipping a coffee.
“Aw shucks I’d be honored to look after the little angel! But.. I don’t change diapers too well.” Mindy sang, elated to discuss his waking nightmare in detail. She meandered behind the boy and freely hiked up his dress, gesturing to his swollen seat in a loud embarrassing whisper, “Does she.. yknow?”
“Oh Make poopoo? Well we’re not too sure..”
“I think she’s plenty old enough to be past that!”
“She better be.”
“Oh I bet she is…” Mindy watched max’s face contort as she saw the laxative milk the women made him drink take effect, churning his insides at the table for a half hour now. “Um is everything okay little lady? Do you need something?” All eyes turned to him.
“I-I uh.. I gotta use.. the bathroom—“
“You mean the potty? For what?” His face burnt but he was too desperate.
“To.. yknow..” the long pause following insinuated all the women would wait until he said it. He groaned and let it fly “I gotta poop now! Please let me down!”
“So polite! Of course!” All the Amazon’s dotingly complimented and applauded max like a toddler setting him on the floor from the high chair. But as soon as he booked it towards the bathroom, the sound of a spoon on the floor sliding in front of him caught his ear.
“Oops! Such a klutz.. can you get that for me, baby girl?” Mindy smirked. Max was ready to explode. He couldn’t possibly pick it up and not lose control.
“Maxie. This instant. The potty isn’t going anywhere.” His aunties commanded. He had no choice. He bent down with great care but knew his fate was sealed. A hand slammed then caressed his bottom. Then it was over. A hot and gooey mass piled out of him, cupped by the waiting palms of Mindy..
“Aw.. so close! But That’s okay! Would some dessert cheer you up? I’d offer cake, but I think you won’t be getting any for a long, long time.. Maybe a big gooey batch of brownies instead?” While Mindy squished his mess around in front of a whole diner cooing for him, max just cried. This was his new life.
Madam twist watches on in joy as the events unfold.
“Bravo, my clever waitress.. so lies the sin of lust. To covet after someone with complete depravity. What a lowly position: thinking merely with one’s loins. Thank the cosmos Mindy called, so I could free the women of this town from such tenacious perversions before anything got out of hand. And young Miss ‘Maxie.’ You deserve to be constantly looked down upon, so the amazons are a most brilliant gift from me. Be grateful for it. Perhaps once you abandon your misogyny for good, you can find a loving woman who will whisk you off your feet… *sniff* gah! and promptly onto a changing table. Oh I pray for her sake your future mommy lacks sense of smell. Tata and behave, princess. Now onto our next victim.”
#adult diaper#diaperboy#diaper baby#diaper bum#diaper captions#diaper domination#diaper wetting#diaper mess#diaperbutt#exposed and humiliated#diaper humiliation#ab/dl blog#ab/dl diaper#diaper check#stinky diaper#ab/dl lifestyle#diaper story#ab dl#ab/dl caption#ab/dl community
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The moment I heard that five-foot-nothing April’s birthday was on the first of the month, I knew just what to do. I got together with a few friends and we agreed to throw her a ‘surprise party.’ We waited in her little apartment until we heard the door shut and then, all at once, lept out from our hiding spots and heartily cheered “Surprise!” at the top of our lungs. April was so excited to see all of us there; I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to the presents we had gotten for her.
April opened the first box and pulled out a pair of sweatpants so large she could nearly fit in just one of the legs. She broke into a fit of giggles along with everybody else. When she opened the next gift and found an equally-large button-down blouse she continued laughing along with everybody else. April brought out the last gift: a custom-made double J-cup bra, sized for a slim frame. It was completely absurd; a single one of the cups almost completely covered her entire head.
I nearly lost it when April started slipping her tiny body into the cartoonishly oversized clothing. She stuck to the pants and the blouse, comically holding the sweatpants up to her waist. Raucous laughter filled the apartment as she turned and comically wiggled the flappy rear end of the oversized garment. The gang and I had been careful to purchase pants with long legs but a lot of room in the waist, too. Maybe somebody six feet tall would fit the ensemble we’d bought, but as it stood, April was cartoonishly dwarfed at just five foot two.
Come to think of it, though, April had quite the reputation for her small but round ass. We had gone to the same university, and I remember she had never been embarrassed about being kind of a shortstack. She would often wear skinny jeans that deliciously contoured to her bubble butt. Rumors went around that April either spent all her free time doing squats or even that she’d gotten surgery. I was starting to question why we hadn’t opted for a larger waistband given her pear-shaped figure.
Hell, there was no denying it: at five foot five, April was about average height for a woman her age, but her dump truck of an ass, thick hips, and jiggly thighs looked like they belonged on a much heavier woman. The pant legs were a little long on her, sure, but her cheeks were so big the sweatpants were practically being swallowed between them. Every shake of her monstrous caboose seemed to threaten the inadequate bottoms’ stitching. Either one of April’s incredible cheeks might have been as big as my head, and I wasn’t alone in wanting to get up close to find out.
Having bought clothing that was a little big for April felt less funny now that I was seeing it in action, though. Being five-eleven made her pretty tall for a woman, sure, but we’d miscalculated just how much bigger we should have gone for this prank. April stopped shaking her moneymaker and turned around, though the curve of her ass could be seen from the front, with the added benefit that I could see just how much her thighs were stressing the sweatpants. It had been my idea to go for undersized pants, and it was paying dividends: most of her six-foot stature was in her legs, and her gigantic ass and hips were overflowing the waistband.
April was wearing the cartoonish bra under the blouse we’d bought for her. The top mostly fit, although it was exceptionally loose in the chest. The bra, of course, was nearly empty, but she had always been a good sport about her nearly flat chest. Being the girl with the fattest ass in town was a title April wore proudly. I will say, though, that people needed to give her more credit than that. She was a little unbalanced, sure, but I’d seen her wear her fair share of tight tops. I could only guess, but April must have been at least a B-cup.
I had heard stories that April had been the tallest girl around when she was young and ended up moving to a bigger city where she’d be able to live more comfortably. I don’t know what held her back from being a model, frankly. She must have been six foot four, and on such a tall frame her glorious ass looked even bigger. But there was more to her than that: she was smart, funny, kind, and had tits the size of grapefruits. Seriously, April always came off as the girl who had it all, but I had long been too intimidated to ask her out.
It’s not every day that you run into a woman packing double D-cups that she loved showing off almost as much as her booty. Even in modest tops, April always looked like she was smuggling volleyballs on her chest. Her figure was truly outrageous, like some fetish artist had drawn their idea of a perfect woman and she’d walked right off the page. I had been lucky when she showed up at the joint I bartend at; we hit it off instantly. It helped that to look me in the eye she had to lean down, which gave me an incredible view of her F-cup jugs.
I thanked my lucky stars every day that April and I had started dating, and that she was such a good sport about pranks. Even for a woman with her hourglass-like figure, the bra we’d gotten was just a bit too big. I knew she often had to get custom bras that would fit her; retail stores simply didn’t carry anything that could contend with boobs the size of basketballs. So, of course, I had led the charge for the prank. It had been my choice to buy pants that on her long, luscious legs would just barely fit her like capris.
I should have gone a little bigger on the bra and blouse, though. At nearly seven feet tall, April’s J-cups far exceeded the size of her head, and nearly covered her navel. People would look at her and ask me for the name of her surgeon, and they’d hardly believe it when I said that she was one-hundred percent all-natural. We had needed to build an entire house just so April could fit inside, but until that was done we were stuck in the tiny apartment.
I loved watching April bend down to keep her head from hitting the ceiling. This way, just about anything she wore gave me ample view of either her big bouncy butt or her quaking, mind-blowing beach ball-sized titties. It had been my idea, after all, to buy her a set of cartoonishly small clothing for her birthday. I watched her try to lower herself to the ground, where it would be easier for this nine-foot-tall woman to avoid smashing the ceiling, but the bra and blouse weren’t as stretchy as the sweatpants.
April’s boobs exploded out of her top, landing in her lap with a fleshy smack. She reached her long arms around to cover her nipples, giggling and sending delicious tremors through her gorgeous mounds. I stood up and approached the woman that was as tall sitting as I was standing. I made the right decision not inviting anybody else over to celebrate April’s birthday; spending it with anybody else would have been foolish.
#breast expansion#giantess growth#height growth#ass growth#ass expansion#beautification#expansion#unaware growth#reality alteration
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for the 500 event, can i req nsfw 15, 20, 24? thank you :3
—𝟻00+ 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝—
Prompt: 15. Spanking, 20. Brat, 24. Degrading.
Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.
CW: N/SFW, spanking, brat tamer/brat, degradation, slight cursing, grammatical error, OOC.
A/N: ANON IK WHAT R U IN2 OK AKJFBAJHWFBAHF (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I LIKE THIS MUEHEHE (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ I HOPE U LIKE THIS ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅
15. SPANKING
It’s not often for him to spank your ass. Sometimes? Sometimes. If you can't behave, he's in the mood, or he's jealous, he'll spank it PLAYFULLY and sometimes HARSHLY. Or do you want it to be very harsh, honey?
He won't hurt you, he prefers to squeeze your ass, or grab it harshly like your hip.
If you spank his ass, his tail will be straight as a ruler to the top and a deep yelp comes out from his mouth. Oh, it's alright, he'll pay you back harsher than yours OR as harsh as yours (if you spank him hard enough).
He’s not really into spanking but can and soon he realizes it's pretty... Good for you.
A big muscular palm squeezes your butt cheek abruptly and spanks it playfully, you couldn’t take it anymore and cry for his name because of his tantalizing action. His manhood twitches as your walls tighten up again because of the spank.
It’s almost like your hole is sucking all of his manhood and eating it, Leona’s lips curve to a big grin and presses his strong sturdy body to yours tightly, a deep groan reaches your ear as he rams himself into you merciless. As his expected, it makes him riles up as well.
“Hnnhg… You’re getting tight again, herbivore…”
20. BRAT
Leona himself can be a brat if he becomes the submissive, unfortunately THAT’S VERY RARE! He also thinks your bratty side is exhausting or annoying in daily activities, BUT Leona likes to tame a brat in the bed.
You invite him to be wild, so he'll be wild, right? Mercy is not in his dictionary if that happens. He'll make you stop squirming and shut you up with his manhood torturing your hole.
If Leona becomes the brat, damn, make him grip your sheet until it rips apart, because it's sexy. Brat Leona is annoying, he keeps resisting to moan because he still has his pride within him!
He’s more into and is the brat tamer, honey.
Your attitude is like a challenge to him, he thought it’s annoying, yet appealing. A herbivore tested his patience until it touches its limit. There’s only one way to make you behave, by taming you.
His firm hands grope you roughly, his manhood moves in a steady fast pace. Your whining is nothing to him but cute noises to his predatory ears, because this is what a brat like you gets when you annoy him. What a satisfying view he sees, you babble messily and couldn’t even talk properly now.
“Hmph, what an annoying brat… Open your fucking legs wider...”
24. DEGRADING
It’s actually depends on you. If you’re comfortable with degrading, then he’ll do it and give you a reminder that this’s only happens when you have a sex with him (because outside the make out session, he doesn’t want to hurt you by saying something mean especially Leona thinks of you as an equal mate of him).
Leona is good at this seriously! Any dirty nicknames that the both of you agree on, he’ll use it on you. He loves it the way your hole tighten up because of his words.
Bitch, slut, whore, what else? Any degradation nicknames that the two of you’re comfortable and agree on.
Overall, he likes doing it to you and he’s a meany, of course you know it, right?
He loves everything about you. This pretty hole of yours is his and you’re taking him really good. How could he not be happy when you only want his manhood, not the others, but his. Your back arches when he hits your sweet spot again, he couldn’t have enough of you, never.
Even after you reached your climax for several times, you’re still getting tight and being needy for him to torment your puffy hole more, which is already soaked by his cum. The lion licks his lips as you tighten up again.
“My whore is being needy for me~”
I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.
#kotaro's work#kotaro's event#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar x reader#leona#leona x reader#leona kingscholar smut#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland smut#twst x reader#twisted wonderland imagines#twst imagines#twst headcanons#twst smut#twst leona#disney twisted wonderland
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If ur still doing requests, might I humbly ask for something fluffy and cute with a mothman and a male reader? It doesn't have to be nsfw but if it is, maybe some praise kink? Whatever you think is best. Big fan of your writing btw, been binging it recently, it's so good.
I'm so sorry that this is so late, but I hope you enjoy!
Warm and Sweet (Mothman x M!Reader, NSFW)
I know that Asco isn't necessarily a typical mothman design-wise, but ya boy has had brain worms for a moth-person based on the black witch moth for months and this gave me the perfect opportunity to indulge.
Word count: 2455
Includes: Non-human tongue, brief mentions of non-human genitalia, minor praise kink, teasing but only in the actual joking banter way, pet names
There was something peaceful about a familiar TV show. You used to enjoy letting one fade into the background as you napped or worked, but it had recently turned into Prime Cuddle Time for you and Asco. The ambient light and noise calmed both of you, and gave you something to pay enough attention to that you didn’t get bored or fidgety. It worked out perfectly, and you enjoyed the time it gave you to just luxuriate in each other. More often than not, Asco took the opportunity to stretch his entire body out across yours, covering both you and the couch like a heavy blanket. He wasn’t that much bigger than you, not really, but the slender antennae that rose from his brow added nearly a foot to his height, and the massive span of his wings dwarfed you even further. At his fullest and most stretched out, the way he was now, almost none of your body was exposed to the air save your hands as they lovingly ran up and down his back.
Asco let out a low, contented rumble that made your whole body shake when your wandering fingers carefully combed through the fluffy pseudo-fur that covered most of his body. The long fibrous scales may have been soft and supple, almost like hair, but they were still just as delicate as the shimmering flats of his wings. Even though Asco protested at how gentle you always were, insisting that he wasn’t that easily breakable, you’d just laugh and kiss whatever part of him was closest to you. You’d murmur something about him being too precious to risk and he would grumble something about you being overdramatic, antennae twitching with embarrassment the whole time.
The sounds of pleasure rolling from Asco quieted to a soft buzz as you kept your hands moving over him, palms flat as you smoothed them along the length of his back, pausing over his ribcage to let the sound vibrate through them. He groaned under his breath when you started up again. You relished in the feeling of his body under your hands, the dip of his spine and soft chub at his waist, hands wandering all the way down to his hips. His breath quickened as you let your fingers just barely skate over the top of his butt.
“Keep doing that,” he said, turning his face so that it was pressed flush with the side of your neck.
You grinned. “Keep doing what? This?” You slid your hands down again to rest teasingly on his ass.
He answered by snuggling closer to you, if that was even possible, wiggling his hips up into your touch. The motion moved you both just enough that the ruff of scales around his neck covered your face. The mass of black fluff filled your mouth and nose when you inhaled and sent you spluttering, spitting and swiping the fibres away.
“Are you okay?” Asco propped himself up to check that you were okay, eyes red and luminous in the low light of the room.
“I’m fine.” You tilted your head up to kiss him on the chin before pulling back and plastering a comically hurt expression all over your face. “Except for the fact that my beloved boyfriend just tried to smother me alive.”
The ghost of a grin pulled his lips back enough to show the edge of his teeth before he matched your look with an equally absurd look of betrayal. “No, my master plan! How could you have found out? Now I have no choice but to finish the job!”
You had no time to process his threat before he attacked you with a barrage of tickly kisses on every inch of skin that he could reach. The feeling of his lips against your face and neck made you shriek with laughter and squirm helplessly beneath him. You swatted at his butt in a feigned attempt to fight him off, earning a nip to the underside of jaw in return.
When your ribs started to hurt from laughing so hard, you went limp beneath him. “Truce!” You gasped out. “You win, sweetheart, you win.”
“Aha, I have bested this fearsome beast!” Asco crowed, smiling so widely that you could see all of his teeth. His antennae waved above his head, and in the excitement his huge wings were fluttering ever so slightly above the two of you in a show of glee and pride. The dark brown scales shimmered ever so slightly, the lace-like band of white across their middle catching the light of the TV with each movement.
You giggled at the preening display, throwing your arm across your face in mock surrender. “I, the most dangerous and terrifying creature known to man, have never been defeated before. What a big, strong being you must be to have laid me out so easily! Why, I daresay that you deserve some sort of reward for your bravery and strength.”
Raising your arm enough to peek out from behind, you fluttered your eyelashes and puckered your lips in a very not-subtle hint. The brilliant grin splitting Asco’s face dropped to something warmer, softer. Less filled with glee but overflowing with so much undisguised affection that you nearly had to turn away. He cupped your face in one of his clawed hands and lowered himself down slowly until his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. You had to fight the desire to immediately open your mouth to him, knowing that he would want to keep this moment soft and quiet for as long as possible. His fingers, longer than a human’s and tipped with needle-like claws, cradled the back of your skull with a kind of gentleness that was almost terrifying in its intensity. Even as his lips moved with yours, slowly stoking the heat between you, he held you like you were unspeakably precious, like you were delicate and easily breakable, like harming you would be unforgivable.
Overwhelmed with emotion, you almost missed the first time that his thin tongue flickered out to brush against the seam of your lips. But you didn’t miss the second, and you certainly didn’t miss the opportunity to open your mouth and lick the edge of his lips in kind. He pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss even further, taking your bottom lip between his sharp teeth and tugging gently before returning to twine his tongue around mouth. The feeling of the thin tendril tugging on your tongue made the edges of your mind go fuzzy and you couldn’t hold back the pitchy whine that slipped from your throat. This move was not new, and you knew that Asco knew that it drove you wild, proved by the slight curl of his lips when he felt your cock harden between you. His hold on you shifted to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss even further, that devilish tongue twisting even more to caress the roof of your mouth. Never one to be outdone, you ran your hands from where they had been resting placidly at his waist to the lush swell of his ass.
An almost imperceptible shiver rippled through Asco at the gentle pressure you put on his buttcheeks, his muscles tensing up and making his scales and wings shudder. His hips pressed into yours, a movement that you wholeheartedly encouraged by tightening your hold on him. His skin was hot beneath your hands as you massaged his ass with a firm grip. Each squeeze pulled his hips against yours, his arousal obvious with how his hand on your neck twitched and the way he grew hotter and hotter against you. You kept grinding him down onto you, fingers dipping down to skirt over his hole, relishing in the sparks shooting up your spine and the fact that you could feel the spear-like head of Asco’s cock slipping out of his sheath.
After a particularly devious squeeze, pressing your fingers into the meat of his ass to spread him open and let the cool air of the room hit his hole, Asco broke away from the kiss with a wet smack. He was panting hard, chest stuttering with every breath, eyes glowing with ruby fire. “Can I suck your dick?”
“Yes, please.”
The massive hand on the nape of your neck moved to hold your hips and pull you tight against him. He cradled you to his chest as he stood up, putting you down for barely long enough to pull your pants and underwear down, before picking your back up and flopping down onto the couch, sprawled so that he was laying on his back with you straddling his waist, his wings fanned out over the back of the couch and down onto the floor. Their huge coffee-coloured expanse, split down the middle with a delicate band of pearly white, never ceased to make you stop in your tracks and admire them. You couldn’t help yourself from reaching up and delicately tracing the upper curve of one of them from where it arched up over his shoulder. It was only a few seconds before an insistent tap on your spine broke your focus.
“I know my tongue is long, but even I can’t suck your dick from this far away.” His antennae flicked with amusement.
You leaned down to steal one for last quick kiss before crawling up his body and settling yourself over the very top of his chest. Your cock was mostly hard where it bobbed in between you, and it stiffened just a little more when Asco brought his hands up to hold your hips and guide you closer to his face so that your shaft lay against the side of his jaw. His fingers were long enough that they dipped into your crack with his thumbs curled lovingly around towards your stomach, just another thing about him that drove you wild.
His scarlet eyes fluttered shut as he moved his head to take you into his mouth. He moaned loudly around you, the vibrations buzzing through your sensitive flesh through the velvety roof of his mouth. Your breath caught slightly in your throat. He hollowed his cheeks around you and began sucking, sliding his mouth along the length of your cock with near-painful care and slowness. You could feel pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, the feeling glacial with how slowly he was moving. His eyes couldn’t stay closed or open for very long, his lids fluttering erratically as he worked you over.
Even through the dark fuzz covering his face and body, you saw his skin darkening with flush when you bucked your hips into his mouth involuntarily at the feeling of his slender tongue wrapping around the base of your head.
“You’re–ah– so good at this, love.”
The little praise made Asco’s body twitch beneath you, and he moaned again, the sound muffled by your dick.
You smiled down at him and stroked the side of his face, rubbing the fluff on his cheekbones between your fingers. “My wonderful, sweet darling.”
Asco’s eyes flashed as he tugged your hips to sink your cock all the way into the heat of his mouth. A strangled gasp tore from your mouth as he wrapped his tongue around your shaft, the sudden flash of pleasure making you jolt forward and grip the arm of the couch behind his head. The grip on your ass tightened, edged with the claws that Asco was always so careful with. The coils of his tongue began curling over and around your dick, steadily bringing the low simmer in your blood to a rolling boil as he milked you closer to orgasm. Moans poured out of you with every other breath, and your hips were stuttering up and into Asco’s mouth constantly. Spit bubbled up at the edges of his lips as he gurgled around you, his throat rippling around your head. Pleasure, white-hot in intensity, burned through you.
“Oh shit! Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.”
Asco kept sucking as hard as he could until the first wave of your climax started, pulling off of you and closing his eyes so that you could finish on his face. You shuddered as the orgasm washed through you, cum sticking in the scales of his face and hanging from the fluff of his antennae. His tongue whipped out of his mouth to lick some of the thick seed into his mouth, and he smiled radiantly up at you.
You could barely hold yourself up long enough to scoot down and flop down onto his chest. The warm crook of his neck, lush with thick fluff, seemed like a perfect place to be right then, so you nuzzled up under his chin and kissed the underside of his jaw sweetly. You could feel his own cock was still hard and leaking against your leg.
“Do you want me to handle that, sweetheart?” you crooned to him, fingers tracing small circles into his hip.
A warm rumble of contentment rolled through his chest. “You don’t have to. You just came, you can relax.”
“Baby, you just gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had – which I can’t even be surprised about anymore considering how fucking good you are at them – and I’d like to return the favour. May I?”
Large, warm arms wrapped around you and cradled you close to his body again. “Not this time. I just wanted to make you feel good today.”
You snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Well you certainly succeeded in that.”
Asco chuckled, tilting his face to kiss the top of your head. You stayed there for as long as you could stand, soaking in each other’s warmth for several long moments until the feeling of sweat cooling on your skin made you pull back. “Okay, as nice as this is, we gotta go wash up.”
“Nooooo,” he groaned, pulling you back down onto him. “I just want to keep cuddling.”
You giggled at his protests, pulling back again and rolling off of him to stand up. “I know, my love, so do I. But we both know that if you don’t have a shower now you’re going to be bitching about being dirty for the rest of the night.”
As you turned to leave, a loud groan and then soft thud on the floor behind you, and you stalled for just enough time to let Asco catch up to you. He slipped his hand into yours, kissed the shell of your ear, and smiled softly at you as you pulled him behind you into the bathroom.
#mothman#mothman boyfriend#monster fucker#monster boyfriend#monster lover#exophilia#terato#monster x human#nsft#smut#minors do not interact#terfs dont fucking touch#exclusionists dni
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More smut?
This one is dedicated to my roommates who forced me to answer the question of "can you have sex in space where there's no gravity?"
Not that they will ever find or be shown this lol
also, this is NSFW
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~ 2 years after AE ~
If anyone had asked why there were straps on their bedroom ceiling, Fin would lie. Even if he wanted to brag about his own genius (which he more often than not did), admitting to others that he had drilled cotton straps into his bedroom ceiling solely for the purposes of having sex with his girlfriend honestly might be the quickest way to lose his girlfriend.
And considering how much he enjoyed and wanted to continue having sex with Scarlett, he kept his mouth shut and thanked the Maker no one ever looked up when they were in his rooms, allowing him to continue to please his girlfriend while comfortable and pain-free in zero gee.
Like he was now.
His hands were splayed wide on Scarlett's butt, keeping her lower half connected to him. Her thighs, soft and supple, wrapped over his shoulders and the balls of her feet rested comfortably between his shoulder blades.
His face was pressed between her thighs, his nose bumping her clit as he slowly, torturously feasted on her. He had just returned from a fortnight long outposting for the legion, so the name of the game tonight was reacquainting himself with all of her in great detail.
He had been so far methodical in his mission, from his slow undressing of her earlier, to the marks he had taken great care to scatter along her décolletage, to this, refreshing himself with the taste of her, the sounds she made as he did so.
He knew, without looking up, that Scar was white-knuckling those straps to stay in place, equal parts frustrated and turned on by his languid pace, if the wetness she was giving him was any indication.
He grins into Scarlett as he hears a moan through her thighs and feels one of her hands card into his hair.
"Finian, please," he hears Scar whisper and he looks up to meet her eyes, the blue a thin ring around wide pupils. He winks at her and refocusses, moving one of his hands between them and slowly sliding two fingers into her, moving his lips to wrap around her clit and letting his tongue play against the sensitive bud.
He hears a little sob and a moaned "yes!" and Scarlett's hips buck.
He once again thanks her hand around the straps for making sure they don't go flying into a wall after that one (it had happened before, not a fun incident to declare in the medbay).
He continues his movements, just quick enough to get Scarlett where she needs to be. She squirms against him, her thighs pressing into his ears tighter. He's learnt her well enough to know she needs just a bit more.
He shifts his hand and on his hands next thrust up, he adds a third finger and sucks at her clit.
Scarlett lets out a long, slow moan and her body tightens. Her core clenches his fingers tight in her as she comes and the fingers in his hair tighten to the point of pain and pull (quietly, he would be okay if her doing that sent him into early baldness).
He lets her ride through her orgasm, not moving away from her until he feels her loosen.
He pushes himself up her body, tracing her curves with his hands on the way up. He wraps his hand around hers on the strap still being held onto, Scar not minding that his fingers are still wet as she intertwines their fingers. He grins at her flushed face and kisses her, other hand cupping her jaw, thumb tracing over her cheekbone.
Scar's free fingers trace up and down the bare skin of his back, tracing over vertebrae as he kisses her senseless.
"I've missed you," he whispers into her lips.
"We talked every day," she says back and he shakes his head.
"Not the same thing as being able to touch or smell or kiss you. Next time I'm at least stealing one of you big sleep shirts or something," she smiles, cute, unfiltered, her round cheeks lifting to thin her eyes.
"I'd call you a sap but I slept in your shirts every night you were gone so pot kettle y'know?" he grins at that, feeling his heart squeeze and like he could float, even if the grav was on. Two years together and he still couldn't believe how much he loved Scarlett Jones.
He kisses her again, pouring all of himself into her.
Their kiss is cut off by his choked cough when her hand wraps around his erection. He meets eyes with her and she grins like a devil and gave him a little shrug.
"I missed watching your face when you cum while you were gone," she says like it's the most sensical thing in the world. He lets out an incredulous huff as her hand begins to stroke him. His forehead dropped forward to rest against hers, his eyes fluttering closed at her touches.
"Scar," the syllable is barely a brush of air from his lips and his hand tightens on her hand on the roof strap.
"Fin," Scar says, entirely amused as he falls apart in her hand. "It's okay, handsome, you can let go," she whispers. "But I want you to open your eyes when you do."
He fights to get his eyes open and meets hers, all pretty and blue and intent on watching what she can do to him.
All it takes is a twist of her wrist and her thumb flicking over his head and then he is coming, breath blowing out of him and eyes rolling back into his head.
"See, of course I would miss that face," Scar says, and he can hear the grin on her face in the seconds it takes him to open his eyes again.
"If you say so," he says and she leans in to kiss him, languidly breathing her own air into his breathless lungs.
Their kiss is broken but something wet floating up to hit them both in the chin. Scar pulls away, blinks and touches her chin, pulling her fingers away to reveal white-ish fluid.
"Oh, I forgot that happens when we do this in zero gee," she says. Fin winces.
"Sorry," he says and she just shakes her head, beginning to giggle.
"Worth it," she winks at him and he blushes and shakes his head, laughing a little himself and sneaking a kiss.
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fs in the chat for making y'all think about the whole bodily fluid + zero gee thing. solidly my bad
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Unconditional Love
haikyuu fanfic
My interpretation of the song told through a ftm trans Yachi coming to terms with his gender.
Inspired by Unconditional Love by Against Me!
Everyone had their secrets. Small ones like not having brushed your teeth last night or not knowing how to tie shoes until you were 14. Small ones that don't really matter in the grand scheme of things but would be embrassing if people knew. Or bigger ones that only those you trust can know. Bigger ones like mental illnesses that make you feel vunerable or your sexuality people would hate you for. Some people have even bigger secrets that no one but themself knows. Yachi had one of those secrets.
Yachi hated how she looked, which wasn't the secret - it was a secret, sure. Just, well, that's common, not liking how you look. Sometimes Yachi cut herself on purpose but that also wasn't the secret. Again, it was a secret but lots of people self-harm (and it's not like she's suicidal so does it really count?) No, those weren't Yachi's biggest secret. Her biggest secret was that she's trans. Well, maybe.
They didn't really know. She didn't want her hair short like a boy's but she'd tried it. They had put gum in their hair by the top so it had to be cut short. It was a bowl-cut and looked kind of awkward but it made them happy. Even happier when someone mistook them for a boy (on account of her wearing trousers, having short hair and her tits not having grown that noticeably at the time). They felt so happy. But having short hair isn't that fun when you can't braid it and mess with it so they'd decided to grow it out again. She didn't want short hair like a boy but she equally didn't want long hair like a girl. A purgatory of cutting and growing out her hair because it never felt right didn't make her happy either.
She didn't want her tits either. She had always been unhappy with them though never really knowing why. She had once thought she wanted bigger tits, that she was upset because they were small but her tits grew from AA cups to A cups to B cups and they still were unhappy with them. No one had mistaken them for a boy in a while and it was definitely her tits that were the culprit. It wasn't like she hated tits in general because they had seen tits on other girls and didn't hate them (she loved them, she was gay, God blame her) so it wasn't tits that was the problem. It was tits on her own body that was the problem. So they didn't want tits.
Her hips and legs were wrong too. Wide and fluffy with fat while the rest of her body was skinny. It made them want to puke sometimes. How she looked and how she walked was because she was a girl. They didn't like it. Didn't like that skirts showed her legs or that trousers outlined her hips. She didn't know if her butt was big but sometimes it felt like it was and sometimes she hated it and sometimes she remembered girls tend to have larger legs and hips and bums. It's where the body stores extra fat that might be needed in pregnancy. They remembered that from biology class.
She hated her body hair as well. But that was for a different reason than the others. Not because she had it but because she couldn't have it. Women shave (or wax) their legs and armpits and pussy. Any hair on your face was a no and it made her feel so self-conscious. She had to shave - couldn't not shave! She was be wrong then. Not normal. Weird. So she would ignore how happy she felt with leg hair and shave. Maybe she shaved less than other girls, spaced it out more, but she shaved her legs. She didn't shave their cunt though, no one would see so they could have this. She couldn't have chest or face or back hair for a different reason entirely - they just didn't have any. It didn't grow. At least she didn't need to worry about shaving it. Just long to have any instead.
So maybe they'd imagined being a boy sometimes. Wondered what having a dick would be like. Longed for a flat chest and a beard. It didn't mean anything.
She didn't want short hair like a boy. So it couldn't mean anything.
That was before she became a manager for the Karasuno Volleyball Club. Asahi had terrified them - even with long hair. And it's not like she didn't know men can have long hair and still be masculine. It had just never struck that close to them before. And he had fuzz on his chin! Dachi had thicc thighs too. Muscular, not fat like Yachi's though. Tanaka also had no hair on his chest (she knew from how much he whipped his shirt off), although he did have muscles to make up for it that Yachi didn't.
The thing with sports clubs is that they get close. Form strong bonds. Karasuno Volleyball Club even more so than others. Everyone was friends with everyone else - even Asahi didn't scare them anymore! She didn't really realise how much they trusted each other until Kinoshita had to sit out at one practice. Narita asked her to get a hot waterbottle for him while Kinoshita swallowed some tablets.
"Usually I'd ask Kiyoko but she's talking to the coach about him sitting out, I hope it's not a bother," Narita scratched the back of his head.
"Not a bother - it's what I'm here for!" Yachi squeaked before scurrying off to the office. She had a hot waterbottle in her bag that would be nicer than anything the school had but they wanted to use a kettle the heat the water rather than waiting for whatever came out of the sinks to turn warmish. After that was sorted, she scurried back and handed it to Kintoshita.
"Uggrh, thanks," he groaned, "Narita lied before though, Kiyoko had her period last week and had to leave that day. You remember when she wasn't at practice last Wednesday, right? Yeah, thought the school would be a bit more helpful if it was you that asked then."
It took Yachi maybe longer than it should to realise exactly why Kinoshita needed the hot waterbottle. He was having period cramps like they do sometimes. And, god, it made her stop and consider what they actually felt. Because maybe it wasn't just self-conscious self-hatred that inspired self-harm. Maybe they were... No. He could be though...
The reflection that stared back in their bedroom wasn't right. It never was. Never had been. How he hadn't noticed they didn't know. The scars on their arms and legs had never fully faded from the last time she had cut (even if it had been months ago) but he ignored them. The only thing they wanted to hurt were the tits. Those godforsaken tits. No one had mistaken him for a boy since those tits had grown. ...grown.
So blood drew.
It felt better than they had expected. Something felt right in the anger that cut into her. He just wanted the tits gone. ...gone.
But still it was his biggest secret.
They didn't know why. It wasn't logical to keep it secret - the club wouldn't care. They'd accept him, help him and still care about him. Their mother would be accepting - she'd accepted his cousin being non-binary and that Yachi was a lesbian. So why couldn't she tell them she wasn't a lesbian but a trans straight man. He didn't know. His mother could help him to start transitioning. Would probably push Yachi to talk for himself more but would help. He could get rid of those tits, grow long hair and a beard, have all the body hair in the world and no one would care because he was a man, not a girl. And everyone that he cared about would accept and help him. He knew that. So why couldn't he just. Say Something.
Even though their love is unconditional it's still his biggest secret.
#yachi hitoka#yachi madoka mentioned#kinoshita hisashi#narita kazuhito#trans ftm yachi hitoka#fanfic#haikyū!!#haikyuu#trans ftm kinoshita hisashi#cw self harm#fic inspired by song
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