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"Best to give head to" award goes to . . . Girl cock, that's right, shagadelic babeyyy !! yaroooow !
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💋anon
Helloo <3 Here I am again.
May I ask you for ftm cheerleader reader (bttm obviously) x bully jock that secretly likes reader (and fucks him lol)
And yes, I am going to ask a lot of ftm reader <33
Ugh that's so good,,MINORS DNI!!,, Bttm ftm male reader,, Bully jock!! Praise,, Slight transphobia,,
It was coming up to your graduation!! You and your team have been working tirelessly to get your cheer routine correct!! Some of the girls are too busy flirting with him,,you need them to focus!! You want to leave your group with a bang!!
He always seemed to hate you,,ever since you were children,, bullying you for not wearing clothes that were not feminine enough or wanting to play with him instead of all your female friends!!!
When you came out,, you felt like he ignored you even more,, only tolerating you due to you both being on the same field during his matches,,winking at all your other team members except for you whenever your cheers finish!!
It was finally his last match,, something him and his team have been looking forward to all year,, before they all separate!!!
He looked towards the side to see the cheer team talking happily to eachother,, his eyes drifting to stare at the groups legs,, their skirts and shorts were incredibly short,,totally for the purpose of movement!!!
You gave it your all,,even as some of the girls were not taking it seriously,,You could feel everyone's eyes on you,,especially his,,you couldn't help but enjoy his stare,,
His team had lost and he was incredibly frustrated,,grabbing your wrist as he walked past you!!! >□< he was so rough as he dragged you into the changing room,,shoving you against the wall!!!
"Spread your legs, this is all your fault for distracting me" He grunts out,,grabbing at your soft thighs through your shorts,, hoisting your body up like you weighed nothing!!
His hand rested at the back of your neck as his other free hand wandered down through the waistband of your shorts,, "Good boy, Did dancing for everyone make you this wet hm?" He chuckles,,his fingers rubbing down at your folds!!
Flipping you over,,making you lean on the wall despite your protests as he pressed a lingering kiss to your nape!! "I always liked you, you know? My own little cumdump" Pulling down your shorts in one swift movement.
His cock strained against his own pants,,begging to be shoved inside of your boypussy but he neglected it focusing on fingering you to oblivion!! He had a weak mind,,much to his dismay!!
Lifting one of your legs up to rub his cockhead against your pussy,, smirking at the sound of your whimper!!! "No condom, I hope that's okay" He purrs into your ear,,shoving himself inside of you with no remorse!!
#{bttm male reader}#bottom male reader#sub male reader#x sub male reader#x bottom male reader#{anon asks}#{h4rny ask}#{💋}
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hello seth! i don’t think my tumblr works with anon so i’ll just send it like this! i’m a huge fan of your writing and i absolutely adore it. whenever i am in the need for a good story and writing inspiration i go to your blog. so i was hoping if you could write a sally face fic! i haven’t seen too many on here and willing to write for m reader or ftm.
i like the thought of being with sally and just having time with him, soft domestic type stuff. then he starts asking you how you really feel about his face and you smile and take off his mask with permission and kiss him saying he’s beautiful and to not worry. you kiss him and hold him. he then sits up but keeps your lips locked and you begin to explore each other sexually but in a such intimate way you both are crying almost. if you want could be m reader but i would love a ftm reader! can we also have reader be bottom but still be guiding sally and affirming him. i know this is a big ask and you’re always working so hard so please take liberty with this ask! take what you want from it and remove what you don’t like. i just love you’re writing. take your time as well! writing can be draining sometimes and you really need to find that inspiration so i want to make sure you feel no pressure!
have a good day/night/evening!!<3
❝ I'll show you how we're supposed to feel (when we meet at Orion's belt) ❞
SalFisher x ftm!reader | fluffy, NSFW | reader has had top-surgery & bottom growth | sub. bot. reader | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 5.4 k
warnings: mentions of facial dysphoria, self-deprecating thoughts (Sal), unprotected sex, praise (a lot of it), minor hair pulling, creampies, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like cunt and boypussy are used)
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authors note: thank you so much for your kind words! hearing that you use my writing as writing inspiration made me feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside oh lord 😭 you're too kind! This request was the softest one I've ever worked on, thank you so much for gracing me with the opportunity to write this~
*song on repeat: Orion's Belt by Sabrina Claudio / Baby Girl by SMNM
"Cold, cold, cold," Sal lifts his head from the couch. The sight of you rushing down the wooden stairs in nothing but a towel makes him lift himself to sit. "Fuck! Sal, you should put carpet in here!" Grinning, he leans forward and folds himself in half to stare at you furiously lifting the towel up to wrap around your shoulders instead.
"You hate carpet. B'sides, it'll get that weird moldy smell in here. I told you to get those fuzzy slippers," Gizmo meows in agreement from his corner of the couch. "Traitor!" you exclaim and he simply meows once again, lifting a leg to lick his stomach and Sal reaches over to give his head a good scratch.
"See? Even Gizmo agrees."
"Gizmo has in-built fuzzy socks. He has no say in this," your huffing and puffing simply makes Sal roll his eye, lifting Gizmo up to place the large cat right on his stomach while he props his head onto the armrest of the couch. Gizmo stretches out onto his torso, unbothered by the change in position while he presses his nose into Sal's chest and twists until he's nearly full on his back; the action makes Sal secure the old cat on him. His olive-toned arm loosely wrapped across Gizmo's purring body.
You're still rambling but it's all background noise to Sal. The sight of your bare legs and backside calls for his attention and despite how guilty he feels, he can't help but drag his sight all the way up to your — now — bare shoulders. The towel is now limply draped over the towel rack, and your muscles and bones are moving seamlessly underneath the fabric of your skin.
Everything about you can make him feel like he's going to explode. In a good way, if you can believe it. He sure as hell didn't. Sal remembers the first time he saw you, thinking you looked cool and that it was nice your interests lined with his. Somehow you managed to become more than that.
More always scared Sal. It was greedy and selfish. He wasn't religious but there was a sense of anxiety that came from wanting and needing more than you were given. Some sort of divine guilt was planted within him through passing by churches and reading the signs of worship plastered on billboards. Needing more is frightening, especially from other people.
More time spent with you two. More hours of listening to you speaking. More days spent with you in his home, bare skin and bare soul all for him and only him.
It frightened him!
Because, as self-centered as it sounds, he'd have to give you more. Don't take this the wrong way, he wants to — God, he wants to — but...but...
What if you don't like all that he has?
The fabric of his skin is spoiled. Marred. One of his eyes is artificial, his jaw asymmetrical, bone blown to bits, nose cut off and skin grafts stitched together and spliced.
His heart hammers in his chest, and his breathing is shaky as he squeezes Gizmo. The patch-furred critter mews, twisting once again and crawling up. His weight on Sal's chest is comforting. The pressure across it squeezed down on him, reminding his body that it was real and he was safe.
"In conclusion, I propose we buy a heater! That way we can — "
You're dressed in Sal's pajama pants, hands in the middle of pulling down the oversized band shirt when you notice Sal squeezing his eyes shut.
"Sal? Baby? What's wrong?" You sit by his legs, placing a hand on his knee and pressing your hands on it to ease him back down. "You're okay, baby. You're okay." It's not often Sal gets like this. You've known him ever since he came to Nockfell County; you know he's the type of person to withdraw within himself when his anxieties get the best of him. He's certainly gotten better with time and as your friendship — and eventual relationship — got stronger, the both of you worked on ways to lean on each other when things get tough.
Sal inhales deeply, Gizmo raising with the motion, and exhales. You don't pry more, giving him room to find the words and tether back to you. Gizmo's purrs muffle the silence.
"Sorry, just, the sight of your ass gave me a heart attack, Jesus," the joke is met with a loose grin but Sal knows you better than that. Still. He's grateful you snort at his jesting. Gizmo stands — Sal grimaces as he puts all his weight on his sternum — then walks over to your lap instead. The sight makes him calm down.
The faded grey of the once-black band shirt and his pajama pants do too. It's silly but the sight of you in everything that's his comforts a part of him. You're here. You're in love with him. Your gaze holds nothing but patience and adoration and a tinge of worry.
But you're here, in his clothes, in his room, his cat in your lap, and your hands on his body.
"You feeling better, Sal?" He nods, pushing to sit. "Do you wanna talk about it, baby?" Gizmo gives your chin one more bump before he jumps on the floor and meanders his way to his food bowl. Taking the chance, you inch closer to Sal and he's grateful for it.
You're not scared of the cold prosthetic on his face. The iron bolts that secure the straps to his face and head, the glass eye that shines humourlessly in any situation.
"Do you ever want...more from this? From me?" That line of questioning made your brows furrow and mouth frown. "What do you mean?" You reach for him and Sal reciprocates by holding your hand in his lap.
"I was joking about seducing Mr Smith from the electronics store for a heater," he scoffs at your lame joke but continues. "I don't mean that, I'll get us a heater. Just..."
"You've never seen...all of me." His grip loosens but you don't let it. "So?" he looks at you, his face angled low and the shape of his prosthesis mimics his brow bone. Sal is pinching his face, confused at your indignant tone.
"So?" He whispers. You lift his hand up, inching in closer and placing his knuckles over your clavicle.
"So?"
"Doesn't it freak you out? We've been together for so long and you've never seen my face," he murmurs. Since you're so close, speaking above a whisper would ruin this moment. Sal's heart is racing again though this time the anxiety is laced with his love for yours. It's a confusing emotion but he relishes the way you press your forehead to his, nose bumping with the bump on his prosthesis.
"Do you want me to see your face?" He inhales sharply, glancing away.
"...I do. But..."
"Mm?" you spread his fingers out, guiding them to your neck and the calloused pads of Sal's fingers make gooseflesh spread. The hairs on the back of your neck standing in applause; because that's what he does to you.
He makes your pupils expand, makes your heart race, makes your brain produce dopamine; your body lights up like a goddamn firework when he so much as looks your way. You can be yourself with him without fear because you know you do the same to him.
"...I've only ever let you kiss me when it's dark. The first time we had sex, I couldn't even take off the mask...I just...I'm..."
Your frown deepens when Sal sighs, his shoulders dropping.
"Be honest. Does it bother you?"
He's glad you don't reply immediately. A part of him always worries your love for him overtakes everything else. That, if something ever happens between the two of you and it tears you apart, you'll feel regret once the love is gone. You brush his hair behind his ear, cupping his jaw as you shake your head.
"No. It doesn't. Because it's you, Sal. I love you. Even the parts you aren't ready for me to see." He exhales and his breath escapes through the slits of his mouth. You feel it on your thumb and it makes you grin.
There's a twitch in his eye and your grin falters for a moment before it reappears when he locks eyes with you.
"...Do you want me to see your face, baby?"
His jaw is set. His tongue is made of lead. So Sal simply closes his eyes and gives you a minuscule nod. If it weren't for your hand on his jaw, you probably would've mistaken it for a twitch.
"Can I take off your prosthetic?"
Another nod.
"Are you sure, baby? I won't do it if you're not — "
"I'm sure." He says in one breath. "I'm sure."
A moment of silence was shared and you leaned forward to press your lips in the molding of his. The cool material does not pulse or pump with life but it's your Sal's and you cherish it deeply; he exhales shakily and you grin as your fingers dance through the locks of blue to find the straps that hold the prosthetic in place.
It's secure, it's meant to be, and you can feel the wear and tear of the years in the material. The scratches and indents weaved into every fiber. You unbuckle the lower end first and Sal tightens his hold on you, so you pause and press another kiss to his porcelain cheek.
When he nods, you continue, cupping the mask in one hand to steady it while you undo the upper buckle.
Sal would be statue-like if it weren't for the nervous tremors in his fingers. The mask loosens and its weight drops into your hand. His breath does not come through the slits anymore and you can feel it breeze through the fine hairs on your fingers.
He says nothing and neither do you. Still, you place one more kiss on the forehead of his prosthetic and lower it from view.
Sal has his eyes cast away, but he faces you. There's a large scar across the right side of his mouth, splitting his lips and exposing his teeth. There's a dent on the right side of his lower jaw that leaves his bone structure slightly unbalanced, and the cartilage of his nose is completely missing. The skin has healed, stretching his eye and tugging on the rest. It's pinkish still, never quite settling into the rest of his olive-toned skin, and Sal understands why it's jarring.
It's like peeling back the layers of what makes humans...humans.
The skin. The sight of his face makes people unnerved. Teeth and gums and muscles and the lack of a nose. One side of his face was a plain canvas and the other was a goddamn Jackson Pollock painting of horror.
Your touch on his bare skin shocks him. The pads of your fingers drag across his cheekbones. "Does it hurt?" You ask with your eyes lidded.
"No, no, it...it doesn't." You smile and your thumb rests just under his eyes, sweeping fondly while your palm holds his face preciously within your hand. There's a flush to his skin — it's not unusual with how the prosthetic held over his face nearly 24/7.
There's a feeling of nakedness that comes without the even pressure across his visage but your hands are an amazing substitute.
"You don't have to be nice," he says. "It takes a lot to get used to — "
"I know I can't completely convince you to not think of yourself as 'something to get used to' but you're not. Not to me." Sal's eye water and he wills himself to finally look at you.
There's a pinch to your brows, it makes your eyebrows cast this shadow across your eyes and highlight the colours of your eyes. You're frowning at his self-deprecation, though beyond that he can see you mean well.
"I would gladly sit on your face, Sal."
He scoffs, groaning as he slips away from your hand to toss his head back and flop right onto the couch again. "You're fuckin' impossible, (Y/N)," he mumbled as his hands covered his face. You place the prosthetic down on the makeshift coffee table near the couch and chuckle as you swing one leg over his hips and rest your crotch over his.
"What? I'm being honest here!" Bracing your weight on your elbows, Sal finds the comfort of your body across his similar to Gizmo's. "You're fucking beautiful," he squirms at that and you huff, nuzzling your face into his neck while he peeks from over his fingers.
"You don't have to say that," you huff once again. "I'm not saying that because I have to, I'm saying it because I want to. You're fucking beautiful, me being your boyfriend is just a coincidence."
He feels you shifting and instinctively, his hands rest on your hips and there he is again. You know you shouldn't stare, so you don't, but the shy glances at his face are less than secretive. His eyes are blue, cobalt almost, and his eyebrows are a darker shade of his hair. The shape of his eyes is rounded, with a deep crease and heavy eyelids just like his father's. Lifting your head, you gaze down at him and your hands are once again gingerly ghosting on his skin. This time, they're tracing his collarbones, feeling up the protruding muscle of his neck and halting at his jaw.
"Can I kiss you, baby?" He has a quirk. A lip twitch that he does when he's excited; you've been dating him for years and you're still finding out new things about your boyfriend. It makes your heart race and it only triples in speed when he nods. Hovering, the peak of your lips ghost his. He had always envied how you kiss his prosthetic. It was an extension of himself but he hated how badly he wanted to feel you on him.
They press to his and Sal slips his eyes closed. It's nothing more than a peck. Innocent, chaste. But then he's tightening his grip and pulling you in; tilting his head like he's always seen other people do and you're grinning into it. He knows because he can feel it.
He can feel it.
How your lips spread, the hint of teeth that slide over his bottom ones, and the crinkling of your nose that's brushing over his cheek.
"You taste so good, pretty boy," your words make his ears red. "I'm sure anything is better than kissing porcelain," he replies with a breathless tone, leaning forward again as if unwilling to part from you even if just to talk.
"No, don't disrespect yourself like that. What did we say about making those jokes." "Hah, I'll stop when you do."
Giggling, you're leaning in again. Sal wonders if kissing you is the only reason he's not completely in tears. The first time he'd accidentally showed Larry his face, he'd cried because Larry didn't look away from him. You taste tears on your lips and Sal curses softly as he tucks himself under your jaw, groaning. You shush him comfortingly, threading your fingers through his hair as he takes a few deep inhales.
"I love you." Those words are followed by more tears and you squeeze him again. "I love you, Sal," he nods against your — his — shirt. He can feel the grin you have from the crown of his head.
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
Because you did. Sal was the man you wanted to be with until the Earth decided to throw in the towel; it didn't matter how buried your love for each other would be, because when your bones are dug up, or his guitar, or the treasure trove of things you've called yours; in the future, when you whisper to those archeologists: "Do you know?" they'd nod and reply, "We know you loved him."
Sal has never felt love like this. One that felt overwhelming at first, the same way entering a body would be for the first time in your life, but once he embraced the feeling? It was so...fulfilling.
How lucky was he?
Sal pulls away to cup your face and he leans in. You meet him halfway.
The feeling of your breath, your heart thudding against his own chest, the pulse beating under his thumb as he holds your neck — Sal isn't sure if he'd ever get into heaven but he doubts it ever compares to you.
His jaw moves and your lips part as you press closer. Fuck, kissing him felt like drinking in sunlight. There's a freedom that follows it, leaves you floaty and blissful.
"I love you," he replies between the friction, teeth biting down on your lower lip if only to hear if you'd gasp. You do.
"I love you so fuckin' much, (Y/N)." There's a feverish desperation in his words. But it makes your heart swell. There's no doubt in his eye, nothing but the truth and the truth is he'd worship you.
You're kissing again. Eager to show him the explosions he sets off within you. Between desperate lip locking and messy tangles of tongues, his hands move down and up your — his —shirt.
Squeezing your sides as he drags his digits across your skin. It spreads fire across your planes, has your already uneven breath shuddering as he memorizes the shape of your body again.
There's a growing hardness between his legs. You can feel it — twitching below your crotch as he tilts his head and tastes the lust that perspires from your neck.
He's greedy with his mouth. How could he not be? Sal has been wanting to taste you the second he realised how badly he wished you were his.
"Fuck, Sal." You groan, chewing on your lower lip as he experiments with this unmarked territory. His tongue is warm, his teeth brushes over pumping arteries with an air of amusement; when he finds the sweet spot? The spot where your breath hitched as he kissed it?
Sal makes your blood vessels explode. It isn't enough that the hairs on your neck stand in attention because of him, or how your blood rushes to your head when he so much as looks your way. He's determined to show you he can worship you in more ways than one.
You're gripping onto his shirt and your hips grind down. The moan he lets out makes your cunt wetter than before.
"I need you," you tell him as he sinks his teeth in. Just to test it out, to see if you'd like it. You do. His back feels cold as you lift his shirt but he grips at your wrist, panting as he moves his head away so you can see him.
"Can I...Can I keep it on?" He already felt a touch too exposed. You nod, reassuring him with a chaste peck.
"I'm gonna take of my shirt. You've made me all warm," he smiles a bit too smugly. He's handsome that way. When he gets a bit cocky — it's a sure fire way to make your head dizzy with desire.
"My shirt," he mumbles.
But when your bare torso is revealed the sass is pushed away. Sal presses kisses on your chest, teasing your perk buds with his too-warm hands and relishing in the way you toss your head back when he takes one in his mouth.
"Sal, holy fuck." He kneads at your ass, making your hips move back and forth. Rocking your clothed cunt over his boner as he leaves hickeys and bitemarks.
Here is where I plant my love, he thinks as he feels your heart pound against your ribcage, here is proof that he's mine.
Your pants are pulled below your waist and Sal moves back, making you yelp at the loss of balance. One second you're over him and the next, you're both tumbling over the couch.
His hand cradles the back of your head, curling over you as much as he could when you crash. Thankfully, none of you knocked into the coffee table but the adrenaline of the short fall makes the both of you wide-eyed.
"Holy fuck!" You laugh breathlessly. He scans you for any injury but soon follows suit. "You okay?" His hair curtains your face from view as he descends to claim your lips again.
"I'm peachy, baby." Sal grunts as you tug at the waist band of his pants. "Don't stop..." and how could he say no to you when you look up at him like that?
Your hands invade underneath his shirt and Sal moans as you press your fingers lightly into his back, kneading at the tense muscles. "M'not gonna take it off. Just wanna feel you," you assure as you reach his shoulder blades. God, the feeling of your hands on his body made him feel so Holy.
Ironic in the grand scheme of things but it's not like Sal gave a damn.
It's your turn to mark him up. He often already is. But this time your lips latch onto the obvious places. Lifting yourself to sit, Sal is suddenly at your mercy as you lovingly bruise him up with your mouth.
Sal lifts himself off your crotch a bit, panting and moaning at your ministrations, and slips his hand down your pants. Your breath stutters as your boyfriend touches your core.
"Sal," you plead. "I know, baby. I know," Sal frowns when you whine. "What? What's the matter, sweetheart?"
"You're just..." You're breathing heavily as you stare up at him, nails lightly digging into his skin as your dick twitches against his palm.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Sal."
That catches him completely off-guard. He hates how tears immediately burn at his waterline but regret doesn't come when they travel down his cheek. You're kissing him and the self-depriciation doesn't once rise. That snivelling, hissing, voice of doubt remains mute as you hold him.
"So fucking pretty," he slips his finger in as if attempting to distract you with pleasure. It makes you keen but you continue to sing praises for him as he pumps his digits in and out of you.
It's hard to move when you curl your arms over his back, hands peeking from the stretched out collar of his shirt. Forehead once again pressed to his.
"I can't — "
"You're all mine. My pretty boy is all mine." Blood should not rush so quickly to one's head. His chest is dusted in red, his shoulders, his ear, the apples of his cheek —
"You feel so good, Sal."
You allow him to push you back, splaying out onto the floor with your eyes lidded in want as he looked at you.
"...Shit, you're making my brain go all stupid," he grumbles — it sounds more like a whine. You lift your hips as he tugs your pants down and off. Sal gets between your legs and for a moment you think he's about to just slide in — which causes you a bit of concern considering how much meat he's packing between his legs — but then he lays on his stomach and your cock peeks straight up.
"I've watched a few pornos," he says with a grimace, "but — "
"I can guide you, Sal." He's looking up at you with those doe eyes and you chuckle as you brush some of his hair back. "You made me cum from grinding on your goddamn leg before. You've got this, Sex Grandmaster Sal."
"Really don't think mentioning Larry's marijuana induced rambling is setting the mood, babe," your giggle smooths out the furrowed brows he had. "Sorry, sorry."
Your cunt is making his mouth water. Sal presses his thumb on your cock and the sigh you let out eases his worries. His tongue on your dick has you inhaling deeply, slowly, back arching off the floor as he looks up at you.
He's overzealous but fuck does it make you wetter than you've ever been. Licking and sucking on your cock while he teases the opening of your cunt with his fingers. The hints of teeth makes your hips twist but he holds your hips down with muffled groans.
"Fuck, yes. You're doing so good, Sal. S'fuckin' good — holy shit, babe," the way your voice gets all pitchy makes him grin. Your slick on his tongue is making him want more, so he spreads your lips apart and sinks his tongue inside, it makes your grip onto his head, and Sal moans into you at the pinpricks of pain that follow.
Fingers accompanies his tongue and you're clamping your thighs around his head. It forces Sal's face into your cunt and the whole thing has him chuckling against you.
Pinning your thighs apart, Sal licks and swipes at the slick around his mouth and chin, catching his breath as he curses.
"Fucking Christ, does it feel that good?" You whine in retaliation. "You're the one going down on me of course I'm going fuckin' crazy. You get all whiny when I go down on you too — "
He curls a finger inside of you and you cut yourself off with a particularly loud moan. The floorboards above you creak and like a deer lifting its head as a branch snaps in the distance, another follows as whoever was in the living room heard the echoing cries of pleasure.
Sal slips another finger in and you cover your mouth, glaring at his handsome face petulantly. It falters as he stretches you out, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm that he occasionally breaks to curl his fingers up.
You're groaning and curling your toes, eyelids fluttering and squeezing shut as he jerks you off with his other hand. Loosening his jaw, Sal uses his spit to lube you up further. He had a thing for sloppy sex. You once joked he enjoyed the slick-and-slide of it all and he didn't deny it then and probably won't ever.
"Nuh - no, don't wanna cum yet, I wanna cum with you, baby," he slows his rhythm, staring at you as you lift yourself onto your hands and taste yourself on his lips.
"Want you inside me. Please, Sal, I'm beggin'"
"You don't have to. I've got you." He nods when you hold onto the waist of his pants. Pulling it down to his knees and let his cock spring out into the air. Fuck, it's a pretty dick.
It's fat and heavy. Thicker than longer, the girth always makes your toes curl. It's a darker colour compared to the rest of his skin tone, the mushroom tip a warmer shade that burns when you tease him too much. You motion for the couch and he leans against it, whispering your name as you hover over his cock.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he says as you pump his dick with your fist while you line it up to your cunt. "You're pretty fucking hot yourself, big dick," he struggles not to laugh in your face, shaking his head in 'disapproval' that's short-lived.
You sink down on the tip of his cock and Sal moans out your name, squeezing your hips. You shiver for a moment, willing your insides not to clench so excitedly when you've still got some ways to go.
"Shit, (Y/N). You're so fuckin' tight." You could not agree more. The more you go down on him, the more you're tempted to just squeeze him like a vice. Sal brings your face down to kiss him, very quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of it. It's no wonder teenagers made out in the hallways all the damn time.
Gravity helps you the rest of the way. When he's all the way inside of you, you part your lips, the way your eyebrows slope being felt on Sal's forehead as you clench around him.
"Fuuuuck, Sal" you're whimpering his name, arms wrapped around his neck as you look at him. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby."
He swallows thickly, reaching to push your hair away from your face as he gazes up.
"I love you, so fuckin' much. I love you, Sal," you're determined to make him turn into nothing but mush. He's certain of it. His insides felt like a field of flowers, all blooming at once, even if it didn't sense at all. There's an airy moan that escapes him as you squeeze your inner thighs, your hips move forward and Sal grips you like he's afraid you're just a figment of his imagination.
"I know, baby," he whispers back. "I love you, more than you can imagine."
A dopey grin appears on your face. "You think you can show me how much you love me, handsome?" He smiles and your heart feels like it's going to stop.
"I can do more than show you, pretty boy."
He turns you over on your side, not once pulling out. You hastily grab some couch pillows for the both of you before your descent onto the floor. It's cold but that's all the more reason to hold onto each other.
Once your head is on a pillow and you're on your back again, he drapes over you.
Another kiss. Another mischievous nibble. A sly dance of tongues.
Sal is pulling out, the drag of his dick makes you whimper, and thrusts back home. The action has your nails leaving welts on his back but it just reinvigorates him.
He's splitting you open and filling you up. Every thrust makes you see stars. You're unwilling to let him go if the legs wrapped around his waist are saying anything.
But Sal is growing flustered the more praises you tell him.
"That's it, baby. Fuck this pussy, this pussy's just for you."
"Fuck, you look so good, baby. On top of me, fucking me, shit — !"
"Oh, God, your cock is — yeah, right there! — you're in so deep, Sal -Ah!"
You're so fucking filthy.
He wants to hide his face in your neck but he doesn't wanna take his eyes off you. Eyes trailing where his lips and teeth had been, eyeing the sheen of sweat on you and your messed up hair.
The shower you just took had been in vain, huh?
"Fuh - fuck, I'm close," he warns, bracing himself on his elbows as he hovers above you.
"Yeah? Me — mff! — too. Cum inside, baby. Need to feel you — fuuuuck — dripping outta' me," he chuckles breathlessly at your words.
His hips are stuttering and he can see the way your brows are furrowing, angelic moan after angelic moan being knocked out of you. He gives your cock a rub and the way your back arches off the floor makes him hold his own orgasm back just so he can see you like this as clearly as he can take it in.
"Sal, oh fuck, baby!"
"I've got you, (Y/N)."
He chokes out a groan as he feels you clamping down on him, your cunt gripping onto him like it never wants him to let go. You gasp as he snatches your breath, messily making out with him as the aftershocks of your orgasm are barrelled through thanks to Sal's deep thrusts.
"Shit, shit, shit," you smile as he begins to lose his rhythm. Ignoring how sensitive your boypussy feels as he chases his end. "C'mon, baby, fill me up. Yeah, that's it."
He cums with one final thrust. The warmth of it floods your insides, earning pleasant shivers from you as you moan out his name. He's riding his orgasm out, pushing in and out of you shallowly as he catches his breath above you.
"Jesus, fuck..." You giggle at his words, chest rising and falling in rapid motions as your heart tries to calm down.
"That was, Christ, that was — " "Fucking amazing?"
He nods, falling on top of you as carefully as he can. You embrace him, humming as he kisses your neck while you rub his back. The both of you catch your breath, satisfied expressions etched on your faces.
When Sal moves, your eyes are already closed. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss, ignoring the way he stares at his own jizz dripping out of your cunt in favor of gazing at his face.
"We gotta take a shower all over again," he says, helping you sit up and accepting the hug you give him when you're righted.
"...Wanna do it all over again in the shower?" Your question earns a throaty chuckle. "Thought it was implied in my statement."
Another beat of comfortable silence is shared. Sal sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck.
"Thank you, (Y/N)."
"I've got you, Sal."
#s3thwrit3sstuff#reader insert#male reader#male reader insert#gay reader#male!reader#ftm reader#trans reader#sally face x reader#sally face x male reader#sal fisher x reader#sal fisher x male reader
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ipegchangbin, in the years since our last night together (lovely night by the way), i’ve reminisced often.
lovers, bodies touching on park benches, bated breath, curious hands. remember the orchard where you clutched my youth? the warm nights with love in our eyes? the grapefruit moon, the red fish in the water, your perfume, my last gift to you; a simple blushed peach. it all seems shortsighted now but i hold it close to my heart.
anyways, i had a dream the other day i had to lock myself in the bathroom during a holiday to jerk off non stop and i just couldn’t cum no matter how hard i tried, it was more like a nightmare.
can we discuss sweet changbin waking up in tears with ruined underwear after such a dream, unwavering need to hump his lover’s body beside him and play with his pussy until your cock/hands/mouth/whatever you want, grants his unabating wish to cum and spray his sweet release everywhere, and then retreat back to honeyed slumber and saccharine dreams with a smile on his dearest sleeping visage, most innate cravings quenched into next week.
love,
your fruitcake.
beloved dai fruitcakebin,
i remember you. of course i do. how could i forget, love? whenever i see peaches, i think of you and the blessed hand that gifted it to me; yours, the scent of your person still lingering as i browse grocery aisles that aren’t the same as the night we spent together. who would i be to forget you?
now about your dream…
🏷️ sub!boypussy!changbin. dom!gn!reader. cunnilingus (changbin receiving).
as sweet as his dreams are, changbin can’t help himself as he’s glued to your warmth on the bed. in his head, all he sees is the impression of your teeth revealing themselves into a menacing smile as he’s held in his seat with no physical restraints; just you, your hands, unforgivingly fingering his pretty pink pussy.
it’s too much yet not enough, your fingers — undoubtedly yours, felt by the texture and length and width — curling inwards and outwards in a way that keeps changbin’s release so close yet so far. in his head, he wants to go; in reality, he simply humps your leg, whimpering slightly in his sleep.
he grunts in real life, but in his dreamscape he’s begging for you with no clear intention. he doesn’t want it to stop but he doesn’t want to keep going without cumming. you take notice of his sweet noises in your hazy slumber-turned-wake, firstly noticing the sensation of something wet on your thigh.
his cunt oozes cream and wetness as he nears his orgasm: you devilishly stop him from cumming as your fingers harshly pull out of his cunt.
changbin wakes up with a high pitched whimper.
“y/n,” he cries out gently, clutching onto your arm. “can’t sleep.”
“mmm, can’t sleep or can’t cum?” you respond.
changbin’s eyes widen before darting down to the mess he’s making on your leg. his precum seeps through his underwear and makes it down to your thigh. you could feel his cunt pulsating, aching with pure desire chasing for you.
so you clench your thigh, watching changbin writhe by your side.
“was i noisy?” he asks adorably.
“a little, but i don’t mind.”
you take a handful of changbin’s love handles, revealed by his ridden-up shirt, allowing him to inch closer to your warmth. he responds with a roll of his hips, beady eyes returning to his wet dream as he keeps going, but you allow him to use your body.
the thing is, you don’t allow him release.
as if he’s back to his dream, your fingers find his cunt again and you rub circles on his clit. the fat bud reacts instantly, quivering as he gushes his wetness onto you. a whine escapes his luscious lips, but he attempts to muffle the next moan by kissing your neck.
you laugh with closed eyes as you squeeze his hip with your free hand.
“my lovely changbin, did you dream of this?”
“yes…” changbin’s eyes tear up and sparkle.
“you didn’t cum, right?”
he nods, gulping.
“want me to make you cum?”
changbin clamps his needy legs around yours, squeezing his cunt right on top of your fingers. he waits impatiently for you to respond but you simply giggle.
“well, i’ll make you cum after i play with you for a bit, yeah?”
he whines but takes it obediently. you always love this about him: he remains a good boy even when he grows desperate and impatient. the contrast makes your heart jump, so you don’t mind when he asks for more. he’s too adorable, with his cheeks puffed, ears beet red, eyelashes wet with tears, and a cunt leaking and aching to be loved.
one finger pushes his underwear aside. you slip two fingers inside his pussy and changbin moans fully.
rolling his body to slot himself onto your curves, changbin resists the urge to grind onto your leg and hand. he whines your name with hitches in his breath. it’s only then that you notice how hard he grips your arm but it’s never enough to squeeze. he loves that you love him.
so you pump your fingers slowly into his cunt. a wet noise follows your calculated actions, the sound of sin echoing through the bedroom as changbin feels everything. he pulses on your cunt and gushes even in the smallest of strokes. it’s only two fingers, but the chub of his pussy lips sucks you into his tight walls in waves of pleasure.
“relax.” you slowly detach from changbin’s grasp, making him clench around your fingers to signal you to stop. you raise an eyebrow at him.
“changbin, i said relax.”
he instantly unclenches and a small flood of wetness follows. his arms loosen around your body, allowing you space to move as you wish.
“can i taste my binnie? wanna see your pretty pussy,” you suggest.
the taste of his cunt is a drug that you can’t get enough of. it’s a taste that’s savory and sweet, only enhanced by the look of his folds against the curls of his pubic hair. his pussy lips are sensitive to the point that kitten licks get him to cum, and his clit appears only once he’s aroused enough — much like a flower blooming. he’s so gorgeous and he tastes like heaven.
so you motion yourself down on him, opening his legs, slotting your mouth on top of his pussy.
“y/n!” this time, he fully cries. “please! i’ll cum!”
“isn’t that what you want?” you ask, leaning your cheek against his thigh. “i’ll give it to you if you give yourself to me.”
changbin sniffs back his next cry, opting to nod in response. at that, your tongue immediately licks a stripe down his cunt. changbin instinctively closes his legs, caging your head onto his pussy.
he cums a little bit once your tongue licks back up and finds his clit, but neither of you think nothing of it once your lips attach onto it and suck.
he writhes, whining your name, one hand holding the pillow behind his head while the other grabs you by your hair. he’s still gentle with it but he pulls you closer onto his cunt, letting you savor the taste of his leaking cum while you keep going. the ache only gets worse when you cup his inner thigh with one hand, while two fingers of his other hand find his needy hole again.
guiding themselves back, his tight hole reopens for you as you pump two fingers in with the same speed in which you suck his clit. changbin’s tears fall down his heated cheeks as you fuck his wetness and cum in and out. you slowly add one more digit into his tight hole, the difference making it tighter. changbin wails and squirms lightly, soft belly bouncing as he rolls his hips onto your head.
release builds and builds until it almost explodes — your mouth pops out of his clit.
“cum all over my mouth binnie.”
you lick his cunt once, twice. then your fingers curl to his limit, then his sweet spot, then before you know it, he squirts.
shock washes over changbin as he sprays his release onto your mouth and hand. even the sheets beneath you both get wet. but before apologies reel in, you lick up his release and finger his cunt more until he creams this time.
at this point, changbin’s a sobbing mess.
he wails for comfort only to be greeted by a kiss on the cunt and a hug around his belly.
“did so good for me,” you say, licking your lips.
the warmth of your body hugging him calms changbin. his breath stabilizes slightly as you pat his hips. you readjust your position after a minute passes, just you and him slowing your adrenalines down.
you invite changbin to hug you in the same position you both started, only now, you both are messes that smell like sweat, cum, and love.
another minute goes by and changbin snores, drooling on your chest, cum oozing out of his pussy as he returns to deep, satisfied slumber.
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i want to wear a skirt that's just a little too short around him and accidentally bend over whenever he walks past me and expose tight underwear suctioned to my boypussy outlining my tdick and every little fold
and he just can't help rubbing his hands all over my ass and gently stroking my dick through my undies. every time we do this I get more and more wet and his soft touches grow desperate. his hands on my hips he grinds against my wet cunt only barely restraining himself anymore
the constant wetness of my undies against my aching pussy becomes unbearable and when he's not looking i just take them off. the next time i bend over and show off my dripping hole to him he just loses it. i can barely process the sound of his zip opening before he pushes himself deep inside of me, fucking me against the nearest surface and pumping me full of his hot cum. when he pulls out he tells me to stay, bent over with my cunt exposed and his cum dripping down my thighs. i brought this onto myself by provoking him and now I'll have to bear the consequences
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#bd/sm puppy#puppy bf#ftm puppy#nsft puppy#petpl4y#puppy sub#good puppy#i need this so bad#nsft concept#ftm bottom
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Sometimes I like to think that I’m a comforting blog, y’know the ones you go to whenever you’re in a bad mood, itching to rid yourself of nasty thoughts and change your mind. The one that makes you want to physically snuggle in it, steaming mugs of hot chocolate passed around between followers and mutuals, extra marshmallows added for the favourite ones. Makes you wanna huddle up together, clumsily bump each other’s heads and shyly laugh it off.
No.
I’m the fucking blog that you’re walking in, no idea what the fuck you’re doing here yet you somehow stumbled at the worst of moments, pathetic loser behind the counter who hasn’t slept in like 6 fucking days. Rambling about how I want this old woman’s cunt stuffed in my mouth while I rawdog this one guy from behind, calling them my bitches. Fucking oversharing about how I fisted my cock like 18 fucking times today cuz I was just way too horny to hold it in and had to let that tension out somehow and sometimes jerking yourself silly in bed is the way to go. That’s a lie actually, I haven’t masturbated in a while. TMI, I guess? What the fuck else would you expect from me?
It’s like a sex carnival in this hell hole. Oh, you wanna read that fic about Whitney fucking you bent over the desk? Here’s your shock collar, WHORE. Harper slipping two fingers into your hole with their gloves still on? Here’s your vibrator, SLUT. Fucking Kylar riding your face and whining like a bitch in heat? Your massive dildo has been delivered, HARLOT. You guys just frantically nodding along like a bunch of idiots to whatever shitty take I have on anything, which, by the way, is probably about boypussy once again.
Honestly what are you doing here, and why are you even still here? This place is like a dumpster set on fire and I’m the source of that burning heat that’s melting everyone’s faces off, bones remaining.
- Oh, also, ageless accounts and minors.
[GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING BLOG AND FUCK OFF, THANKS.]
#‘what the fuck is this Asher’#you are witnessing my lobotomy on live camera because I’m fucking losing my mind#I’m like that old senile man at the asylum that’s screaming about pussy#everyone’s just on the sidelines going wtf#you have every right to#having the word sanity in my user#my guy there’s nothing sane about you#not that there was to begin with#I’m spiralling into a hole of madness and taking you with me#now it is only your choice wether you take my hand or not#that sounded oddly romantic#didn’t mean to#..unless?#dol#sort of#whitney the bully#harper the doctor#kylar the loner#why are these guys here#asher mumbles incoherently under his breath
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Alpha Soldier Under Control
“So, soldier. Do you know why you’re here?”
“No, sir. I don’t. I was at home when two MP’s came by my lodgings on base and told me to come with them. They brought me here, sir. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Well, let me explain things to you, boy. Earlier today, the base commander authorized a search of these facilities to ascertain whether there were any illegal drugs here. A trained canine officer conducted it and his dog went ape-shit when he came to one locker - your locker, boy. And when that locker was opened he found a 6-ounce bag of weed - in your work-out bag, boy. And that’s why you’re here, soldier. How do you explain the marijuana in your locker, boy?”
“Sir, I’m shocked. I can’t explain it. There’s got to be some mistake. I don’t do drugs, sir. Ever. I don’t even drink. I’m committed to a totally healthy life-style. That’s why I spend so much time in the gym, sir. That’s why I work-out so hard, sir.”
“Yes, I can see that, boy. You do appear to have a nicely developed body underneath that shirt. But, just to be sure, boy, why don’t you take it off?”
“Sir?”
“You heard me, boy, take off your shirt. I want to see those muscles for myself.“
“Sir….sir, I’m a married man. I have two kids, sir. I don’t know what you think, but I’m…I’m not into anything with….another dude. Sir.”
“Boy, I’m a married man, too. And I’ve got you beat - I’ve got three kids. And, I’m ordering you to take off your shirt…And while you’re at it, take off you pants, too. Take it all often. Everything. I want you naked, boy. Now.”
“No, sir. With due respect, sir, I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to strip down for you, sir. You can’t make me do something like that, sir.”
“You’re right, boy. I can’t make you strip down. But what I can do, boy, is okay the investigator’s report and initiate a court-martial which will result in your dismissal from the military with a bad conduct discharge. And you know what that will do, boy, to your future prospects. You’ll be left without a place to live, without health care or any of the other goodies you get for being in the military, with a wife and two kids to support and a job flipping burgers for the rest of your life - if you’re lucky. That’s what I can do, boy. And that’s what I will do, boy, if you don’t strip down right now.”
“Sir, those aren’t my drugs. Honestly, sir, they’re not. I have no idea how they got into my locker. It’s gotta be a mistake, sir. It’s gotta be some screw-up.”
“Good luck trying to feed the court-martial that story, boy. They’re not going to buy it and you know it. I okay this report and convene a court-martial and you can just kiss your military career goodbye.”
“Oh, fuck, sir. Oh, fuck. If….If I take off my clothes like you want me to, sir, what’s gonna happen to me?”
“Pretty much what you imagine, boy. I’m gonna have you turn around and show me that tight little hole between your butt-cheeks and then I’m gonna fuck it. I’m gonna fuck you, boy. And, if I enjoy it - and looking at you, boy, I’m sure I will - well then you’re gonna become my on-base fuckboy. And I’m gonna be fucking you whenever I want from now on. Now, you’re probably not going to enjoy that - becoming my fuckboy - but it will have its upsides, boy. For one thing, this drug charge - it’s gonna disappear. For another, I can pretty much guarantee that your military career will begin to take-off. I’ll want my fuckboy working close with me and I’ll take care of you, boy. I promise you that. In exchange, though, you’re gonna be bending over and taking my big man-meat up your boypussy whenever I want. So what’s it gonna be, boy - court-martial or fuckboy?”
“Sir, isn’t there any way…any way we can work something else out?”
“No, boy. You have only two options: court-martial or my fuckboy. Now, what’s it gonna be, boy? You need to choose now.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, sir. I’ll do it. I’ll do what you want.”
“You’ll be my fuckboy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then say it, boy. Say it.”
“I’ll be your…your fuckboy, sir.”
“Good, boy. Good. Now, take off your shirt….Nice, boy, nice. Now your pants…Nice legs, boy. I can see you really do work out. Now the boxers…Great boy. Now turn around so I can see your ass….Sweet, boy. Sweet….Okay, boy, bend over and reach back and grab your ass-cheeks and show me your pussy….That’s right, boy. That’s right. Just like that….It’s tight, boy, It’s real tight, I can tell that with just my finger…..Now relax, boy. Relax. This is gonna hurt but you’ll get used to it, boy. You’ll get used to it, boy….Oh, yeah. OH, YEAH!”
“FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!”.
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ok but imagine fucking all 3 scaras?
kuni is sensitive and submissive, he'll take whatever you give to him. he whines so loud when you fuck his little boypussy cus its so much and he doesn't understand why it feels so good inside him :( also has the biggest breeding kink.
scaramouche is a brat. always being punished for disobeying orders. and after he's been spanked raw, you can decide what you want to do with him; fuck him until he's begging you to stop, or fuck him until he's begging to cum. or maybe don't fuck him at all, leave him whining for your cock..
wanderer is a sort of mix of the two, it depends how he's feeling. he'll either let you ram him into the bed pliably or refuse your advances until he's punished.
new anon 🍀
The emoji brings me back to my danganronpa days
Kunikuzushi cries softly and whines when all you do is stick the tip in! He squirts once and begs you to call it a day! He’s too sensitive
Scaramouche steps on your cock and taunts you, asking you what you’re gonna do about it. Once you overpowered him, he’s a mess!! Begging you to slow down and that he can’t take it anymore! Crying out for you to stop trying to breed his swollen pussy
Wanderer doesn’t mind whatever you have in mind! By now, he’s a well trained whore that’s ready to take your thick cock whenever you want. He smiles and begs for more whenever you stuff yourself fully in his cervix. He loves when you use him and spit in his mouth.
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Bro I need some subby Eli headcanons,, could be boypussy!Eli or not… I just love the idea of a blushing, whimpering, begging bbg Moskowitz💥💥💥
Sub!Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader
Fem!Reader
First of all, he loves to be ridden. Hands on his shoulder holding him down, tits in his face, rough bouncing on his cock. He can't take his eyes off of his gf as she's riding him, but the problem lies in he can't keep his eyes on one part of her. He's looking from her face and the pleasure evident on it to her perfect breasts swinging in his face. Then he tried to look down where they meet and she shoves him down to keep him still- he fucking whines about it!
Secretly likes being told what to do. He's such a good listener and does whatever she asks him to so he can get his dick wet. Getting bossed around kind of turns him on. If he's told to get down on his knees, he gets down on his fucking knees.
Whimpers and moans when his gf straddles him. Having her height put on him and pinning him down in heavenly. Gets him hard so fast, it's almost embarrassing.
Loves pussyjobs but won't admit it. The teasing is almost too much for him but he loves watching his dick get all wet with his gf's essence. He holds back from begging as much as he can, but breaks at some point.
"Please fuck me! I-I need you, baby. Please, please ride my cock!"
Turns so red whenever she teases him, no matter if they're alone or not. All she has to do is sit on his lap and he's blushing. It gets darker the more she squirms and readjusts herself. He knows the only way to make her stop is to whisper in her ear all the things he wants her to do to him. Then they'll slip away from their friends and she'll give him a handjob.
When he's close to coming, she stops and sits on his cock without moving. He gets so needy and has to beg to finish. She teases him and makes him that much more frustrated.
"Please! I'm so close! Please, lemme finish. 'Wanna come in you..."
Sometimes she makes him top and he's laying on top of her, clutching onto her sexy body while he's fucking her. She has her hands wrapped around him and his face buried in her tits, damn near suffocating him as he's pounding her with needy fervor. He cries out and whines so loud when he comes and she just wraps her legs around his waist and digs her heels into his ass.
When he's finished, she rakes his hair out of his face and tells him how well he did, pulling him in for a rewarding kiss that turns into a sloppy make out and potentially round two.
#eli moskowitz smut#eli hawk moskowitz#eli moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz headcanons#eli moskowitz x chubby reader#eli moskowitz#hawk moskowitz x reader#hawk moskowitz smut#hawk moskowitz x chubby reader#hawk moskowitz#cobra kai hawk#cobra kai#cobra kai headcanons#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai x chubby reader#cobra kai x plus size reader#smut headcanons#chubby reader#plus size reader#cobra kai smut#dating headcanons
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Getting the life ridden out of him for sure…
#Johnny /knows/ Daniel has never been with someone as good as him#he knows how to ride#spreading my agenda#Johnny laughs at him for cumming inside him so quick
Johnny laughed and then made Daniel get hard again so he could get a good ride in
The Cobras weren’t even far, just sat with their backs turned a little aways from Johnny’s slutty act.
Daniel didn't understand why they had to stay, the bruise on his face should have been enough of a clue that he couldn’t hurt Johnny in anything but a controlled environment. Is it even protection he was looking for?
Bobby must have been kicking himself since his protests were what caused Johnny to order them to go sit somewhere and listen like a punishment. Maybe that’s why they didn’t leave—Johnny didn’t say they could.
They’re incredibly cultish, Daniel notes.
Johnny didn’t even give him a minute before he was rolling his hips again and giggling breathlessly about feeling Daniel’s big stupid dick (bigger than his, which is a drool worthy thought to Johnny) scraping the very depths of him.
Johnny ordered Daniel to rut up into his ‘pussy’ like a real man and that twink lost it right then and there at hearing him say such a thing.
Daniel would get beat up all over again for another lapful of Lawrence because even the ache in his hips was a good ache when it was from that plush ass.
The pain of healing scratches from shiny blunt nails a heated reminder in the shower for 3 days after.
Daniel didn’t care how he degraded himself, it just felt too good. His cock got hard whenever it was Johnny roughing him up. His body went limp and he felt so hungry whenever he was manhandling him; Johnny’s so lovely looking for someone so brutish.
And there’s a lot of him to look at.
Daniel saw him and thought about Eos with her mortal men. Big, golden beauty and her breakable husbands.
His spine didn’t appreciate getting slammed against walls but his eyes appreciated the tall pretty thing that did it. He swore he saw lust in Johnny’s lingering eyes too, and he was right.
Johnny wanted him.
He’d never knew pain could make him feel that way, but there was a shameful part of him that had him wanting to beg Johnny to hit him again.
Daniel understood the Cobras to an extent, because there’s something undeniably satisfying about giving Johnny whatever he wants, even when he’s objectively wrong.
He was panting above Daniel with his skeleton costume tucked under his sweaty pecs and his makeup a grey mess, and Daniel wanted Johnny to keep shaking him. He paid no mind to Daniel’s overstimulated crying, just used his dick to make himself feel good, clearly accustomed to being wanted no matter how much of a cunt he was, and Daniel wanted to be strangled by those elegant hands, have his neck wrung like Johnny’s boypussy was wringing his cock dry.
The only merciful thing about it was Johnny letting him lay down.
Shake your cute little boy toy while you ride him like a pony! Fracture his hips then ride his face instead!
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(Including and especially cis detrans blogs)
CW: noncon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, detrans kink, misgendering, exclusively femme terms used for trans masc MC (main character), love interest/captor is an unspecified gender up to reader interpretation (they're called Daddy and have a penis, up to you whether its real or strap on)
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“Don’t fuss, sweetheart.”
“Wha-“ I squeal when you cover my mouth, kicking helplessly as my trembling body is manhandled into our bedroom. My legs hit the mattress and you push me down, briefly admiring the sight I make sprawled out for your entertainment, gasping for air and at a loss for words.
“Perfect.”
Bruises new and old are littered up and down my neck, chest, and thighs. You waste no time, beginning to bite and suck anywhere, everywhere, refreshing any marks that have faded too much for your taste. Your hands explore my body as you work, fingers digging into one that’s started to turn purple around the edges. I flinch and hiss, weakly pushing you away.
“Nooo, please-“
“Shhh, be a good girl for Daddy.”
I whine pathetically and stop fighting, legs rubbing together mindlessly. You gently, but firmly, pry them apart and chuckle at the sight of the soaked boxers, clinging to my wet thighs. They’re removed quickly and you smirk at my slick, hungry cunt, dripping and desperate, all for you. Always for you.
Maybe not always for you, because there was definitely a time when I wasn’t so keen on being your kept pet, locked away for use whenever you please. I vaguely remember a time when the fighting wasn’t play, my cries and struggles were very real and desperate as I tried to escape captivity.
I would thrash and kick in your arms until you got sick of it and tied me down. With your hands free, you dedicated your attention to pleasure- mostly your own, forcing me to take whatever you wanted to give me, forcing me to enjoy it. I fought it at first, tears streaming down my face and biting my tongue until I couldn’t hold back anymore, moans slipping out, legs spreading to welcome you inside. I shuddered through orgasm after orgasm, cunt clenching around the intrusion helplessly, slick gushing between us.
With each edge you brought me to, the harder it was to remember that I didn’t want this, that I was supposed to be fighting…
That feels like a lifetime ago. The little paper calender on your desk says its been 12 months exactly since the day you 'found' me. I can’t wait to see what we’ll do to celebrate our one year anniversary…
I’ve been edging all day, rubbing and rubbing, mind empty except the thought of your cock splitting my boypussy open, whether I want it or not. I do, though, so much that I can’t think about anything else. My thighs widen unconsciously, eager for whatever you’ll give me.
“That's it.” You smirk, "You're so wet for me, arent you baby? My own desperate slut..."
“P-please?” I whimper, hips jolting when two fingers part my lips, sliding through the overflowing slick until they dip further in and in. “Daddyyy-“
“Let’s have some fun, princess.”
#detrans kink#ftm detrans kink#ftm kink#ftm nsft#ftm ns/fw#ftm cnc#trans ns/fw#trans nsft#trans kink#trans cnc#not sure what else to tag this as#♀️#🚫#🧠#my words#fic
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k im in bed rn ab to fall asleep but i had this thought and i'm afraid that if i go to sleep I'll forget
a lil thought ab my twitch quartet boys
being on Charles' yacht with Charles and Lando and at first sending like super cute pics in the group chat like of them swimming and getting drinks and stuff, super PG. and then just out of nowhere. boom. a pic or video of Charles and Lando making out and Alex and George are not with you guys for some reason, and they just go crazy.
at some point i probably think one of them will FaceTime you and ask you to just help them out over the phone bc they're so needy <3
sorry if this made no sense i am so tired but had to get this out of my system
ANOTHER THOUGHT THO
the thing ab small dick Charles and boypussy Mick? loving it, need more on that subject
just... them... together... makes my brain go brrrr
they would just be the sweetest little boys and be so good for you. would truly do anything you'd ask them to, ask em to jump off a bridge and they will.
i'm also really imagining you having Charles fuck Mick and you just watching and that making them even more needy, because who wouldn't get needy when their mommy is right there but she's not helping them? they would just be so desperate for your attention whenever you make them do that.
okay these were my thoughts <3 i'm gonna go sleep now
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🕯 anon you are quickly becoming one of my favourite people ever I love this so much. I'm gonna talk a bit about each of these thoughts and then hopefully others will come in with more thoughts. Also I'm tagging small dick Charles as SD!Charles because I'm worried about tagging something with the word 'dick'.
TWITCH QUARTET THOUGHT:
Maybe Alex and George both have work with their teams in their factories? So they're both in the UK. You have no where that you need to be and since Charles and Lando are planning to spend a day on Charles's yacht... there's no way you're missing out.
Of course Alex and George both demand pictures!! They want to know everything. So you send them pictures of Charles and Lando swimming, Charles driving the boat, Lando sunbathing, some selfies of the three of you, etc. All very cute and safe for work and Alex and George love them.
But then Charles and Lando start making out, because of course they do. Lando was sunbathing and Charles saw and just... horny. he just horny.
So Charles pounces on him, straddling him and kissing him. And well... Alex and George did ask to be updated. So you simply have to take a few pictures and send them.
Alex and George lose their minds, they want to be making out on a yacht too!! This is not fair!!!
Alex goes over to George's place, and as expected George is a horny mess. They're both very happy that you, Lando and Charles are having a nice day together, but that video made them horny messes and it's all your fault!!
You aren’t at all surprised when you get a FaceTime call from Alex, and you also aren’t surprised to see George with him.
Maybe you make Charles and Lando put on a show for them?? You instruct Charles and Lando on what to do, while Alex and George get to watch it all.
(Also Alex and George both insist on getting to try yacht sex as well, which is only fair)
POLY!MICK/CHARLES:
They’re truly the best boys ever!! They just want to be good for their mommy and be subby babies together.
They both have such big insecurities, but I think they help each other so much? They genuinely love each other so much and are always praising each other. They’re just your good boys who love their mommy and each other.
Having them fuck each other is so good?? That’s definitely something that you have to very slowly work up to, because they both have such large insecurities around it. Mick is terrified of being fucked, terrified of letting someone do that to him. And fucking someone is Charles’s biggest insecurity.
Charles has fucked you before, but you’re his mommy so that’s different. And you’ve stretched Mick out before, even used a small dildo, but again you’re his mommy. It’s so much scarier when it’s just them.
But also, they really really want it? They love making each other feel good, and they desperately want to try fucking each other.
They need you to be there of course, because they’re very good boys and they’d never fuck each other without their mommy’s permission. You guide them, giving them detailed instructions and praise them the entire time.
You start out sitting on a chair facing the bed, telling Charles how to prep Mick. But when it gets time for Charles to enter Mick, he whines and look back to you, “mommy…” he mumbles, holding out his hand.
You join them on the bed instantly, rubbing Charles’s back and praising him. You stay there the rest of the time, comforting and praising them both. They’re so soft and sweet with each other! Charles goes slow, and Mick loves it so much, wrapping his legs around Charles’s waist and letting out the cutest little whines.
They do so well!!
From there, they love fucking each other. But their mommy must always be there to watch and look after them. They get so subby together, feeding on each other’s energy until they’re both whining messes, rutting against each other until they come.
(I’m obsessed with this)
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Hypno Uniformed Alpha Taken Down
Benny pulled out all the stops in training his newest faggot whore. Of course, it helped that the hunk was a born-cocksucker with virtually no gag-reflex. But while the faggot had been more than happy to go down on Benny after intense brainwashing session, he’d been a lot more reluctant to offer up his sweet, virgin man-hole for Benny’s pleasure. The stud told Benny that he had a wife and two little kids and, while he was more than willing to suck another dude’s dick - he felt that letting another dude fuck his ass was a little too ‘faggy’ for a married man.
Well, Benny wasn’t about to take that kind of shit from a fucking faggot cocksucker. He took a firm hand with the boy the very first night they were together. Firm enough to leave the boy’s ass a brilliant red by the time he was done with it and to leave the boy’s perky little tits all swollen and raw. Firm enough so that when the boy finally stumbled out of Benny’s apartment in the early morning hours to go home to his wife, his newly-christened cunt was farting dollops of Benny’s ball juice all over the insides of his torn boxers. Firm enough so that, just like he’d been ordered, the boy was back in Benny’s apartment later that night for another major cunt-coring.
Benny plowed out the boy’s tight little fuck-pussy every single night for the next two weeks. Naturally, the boy’s wife became suspicious when her husband was out to the wee hours of the morning every single night and stank of cum and piss whenever he did finally drag his tired ass home. So finally she gave her husband an ultimatum - either he stopped cavorting with his bitch or he could get out. The look of disgust and horror on her face when the boy told her that he wasn’t fucking some bitch on the side, that he was the bitch being fucked every night, was almost comical. The upshot, though, was that she ordered him to get ‘his faggot ass’ out of the house and not only filed for a divorce the next day but sought a restraining order to keep her ‘perverted husband’ from corrupting their two young sons.
Having no place else to go, the boy asked Benny if he could stay with him. Of course, Benny agreed. And, of course, Benny had certain preconditions that the boy had to accept. So now the boy’s living with Benny as his full-time fuck-bitch. He’s always naked when he’s at home and he now services not just Benny but any other dude Benny invites over. Sometimes these other dudes are Benny’s friends but, more and more lately, they’ve been some dude Benny’s met in a bar who’s expressed an interest in fucking straight boypussy and was willing to pay for the opportunity.
Benny’s more than happy with the way things have worked out. The boy was always a great cocksucker but now he’s turned into a dynamite fuck, too. And, on top of all that, the boy’s more than paying for his own upkeep. Yeah, things have worked out great for Benny.
And, as far as the boy is concerned, well he’s just a fag, a fag who’s getting all the cock he can handle. What more would any faggot want?
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Hhhhhhh Kitsune scara bc i saw that chiscara post
Fox scara x Shogun reader
Scara is Reader’s consort/wife
in a way
(also its just Eimiko is a different font)
Anyways kitsune scara who is the head shrine maiden and teases reader nearly everyday just to get dicked down by reader and his big fat cock and makes excuses to visit the tenshukaku to see his little crush (is it really little if you fantasise getting dicked down by the shogun while doing your shrine maiden paperwork 💀) And whenever the guards question him he just answers “Oh , I’m here to ask the shogun for his approval” (as if he literally isnt the second person in power after the shogun) and some days where he is extra cranky like when he is heat he just glares at the guards and goes “Who are you to question me?! The head shrine maiden of the narukami shrine!!!” They ofc let him in lmfao who could say no to such a pretty face like scara’s 🤭🤭🤭 once scara reaches reader’s room he tries to fix his hair and make his ears and tails extra fluffy but reader is just like “This whore again…” while doing his duties lmao but who he to deny his pretty little fox some love? Cue aggressive table gripping sex with reader mating pressing scara on his table while reading official documents and asking scara for his opinion even though he is too cock drunk to even speak lol “Dear what do you think of this blueprint?” Or “Hm… a new shop has opened up should we head there sometime?” But scara just fucking loses his mind on reader’s cock like “HnNH~! S-sure that sounds good <3” (i dont have the android heart 😔) and when scara doesn’t answer properly reader licks or blows on his ears or even pulls on his tail 🫣 once scara is stuffed with cum and reader forces him to walk out the tenshukaku without his panties and just dripping cum down his pussy in shame while the guards question the white trail that the fox leaves behind him
Sometimes scara publishes the super fucking rough lovemaking he and reader has as super smutty novels which the reader reads and knows about so whenever he wants to convince scara to try something new in the bedroom he’ll just be like “It’ll be good inspo for the novel trust me” it ends up with scara being fucked dumb (still enough brain to write the book lmao) idk how to end this off so uh Omake with scara bringing the reader bentos he made personally with a secret ingredient <3 (spoiler alert its his pussy juice)
- 🍰 IM BACKKKKKKKKKK
Is it the discord mod childe and kitsune scara one by inukitsu? Because I love that one
Kitsune scara that loves to tease you all day at tenshukaku by flirting with soldiers
Scara always insists that he should drop all his duties at the shrine and be with you all day! But we all know it’s just so he can get dicked down by massive archon cock
Even better (or worse) when he’s in heat because now he really needs your cock! Scara let’s you do anything! You thrust into his pussy over and over again at a harsh pace and he keeps begging you for more
His poor pussy gets absolutely obliterated too! You like using your electro powers to zap his pussy every now and then. Sometimes you even electrify your entire cock you whenever you plunge into his wet boypussy it causes an elemental reaction
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