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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 5: Feminization + toys

MINORS DNI

warnings: male amab dom top reader, sub bottom Bubba Hewitt, feminization, toy

“Oh lookit you,” Bubba squeals when you enter the room, and your stomach erupts with butterflies as it does each time you see him, “pretty girl,” you coo as you close and lock the door behind you.

Bubba is sitting on your bed, signing up a storm already. You catch: hi, miss you, love you, you love pretty girl, and show love, You join him on your bed,

"Slow down baby girl, I can't keep up," and sure he's going fast, but you're also distracted trying to take in the sight before you.

He’s wearing a bright red satin slip that hugs his body in ways that make your dick strain against your pants. He's also wearing sheer black tights that have a couple rips in them, exposing his skin in such a teasing way. Of course, to complete the look, he's wearing the mask of his that's got a full face of makeup.

"Now what were you saying," you hum, rubbing your hands along his sides, "you wanted me to show you some love?" Bubba lets out a joyous squeal, nodding giddily. You take his hand in yours, kissing him sweetly because if there's one thing Bubba loves most, it's tenderness.

"Lay back Bubba, let me get a good look of my beautiful girl," Bubba giggles and does as he's told. You let out a low whistle, "oh I'm the luckiest guy in the world," this makes him squirm and babble happily. You can see his cock straining against the the slip, and you're dying to see what it will look like pressed against the tights.

You'll get to that in due time. First you start with cupping his chest, squeezing his pecs like they're tits. Bubba, deciding he wants you to get on with it, takes your hands in his and moves them lower. You laugh softly,

"What happened to showing love huh?" You tease, "I want to show you how much I love your tits," you grin, leaning down to kiss between his chest. Bubba is insistent though, and now pushes your head lower.

"I have to show you how much I love your belly," you squeeze his stomach gently, kissing him there too. Bubba giggles and snorts, squirming under you at the ticklish sensation.

You massage his skin for a second longer before moving down to his crotch,

"I gotta show you how much I love your clit," you coo, kissing his dick over the satin lingerie. Bubba jerks his hips up, eager for more attention.

"But first let me show you how I love your thighs," because my god you love his thighs. Bubba whines, loud and cranky as you skip past where he wants to be touched and instead feel up his massive thighs. You kiss the skin exposed by the rips in the tights, loving the way he trembles under you.

Bubba slams his hands on the bed, catching your attention. Please he signs over and over again. You give him one final kiss before pulling up,

"Okay baby, let me get the lube and-"

No no no, Bubba signs, look. Your brows furrow, but you comply.

Your fingers slowly nudge his hem up until it's bunched up around his hips, and you can see his dick pressed against the tights, a wet spot from pre forming already.

Bubba reaches down, and rips his tights open; his cock bobs free.

"Oh Bubba," you groan.

With his dick and hole exposed you get why he was so desperate for you to keep going. He has a plug shoved inside of him, and by the looks of the base it's a big one.

Bubba wiggles his hips and you get the message. Hastily you tug off your pants, nearly falling over in the process.

Then you redirect your attention back to Bubba once again. You tug on the plug, easing it out of his entrance. He whines, clutching to the sheets beneath him, watching you with a frenzied look from behind his mask.

His hole gapes when you finally pull it all the way out, and lube dribbles out of him.

"You're so wet," you moan, tossing the plug away eagerly and wasting no time lining yourself up with his entrance.

Bubba wraps his arms around your neck tightly, bringing you close enough that you can hear his excited little squeals when you press the tip of your dick inside of him. He wiggles his hips, wanting more. And you give it to him.

He’s really stretched from the plug, and you’re able to slide yourself into him with ease. By the time that your hips meet, he's babbling up a storm, his hands flapping happily behind your head. You lean down and kiss him lovingly before moving your hips.

You start with a slow pace, wanting to savor this moment.

"Good girl," you huff breathlessly, "stretching your pussy open for me," Bubba squeals and nods. "Did you, hah, think about my fat cock spreading you open while you, fuh-oh, fingered yourself," again he nods, squeezing down around you.

He's not going to last long, if the pre leaking from his dick says anything, and truthfully neither will you. You pick up the pace unexpectedly and Bubba nearly screams. You're lucky you do this in your room, far away from people, because he's never been great at holding in his noises.

One of his arms unwraps itself from around your neck. Cum is what he signs over and over again.

"Fuck, go ahead baby girl," you grab him in your hand, stroking him off in time with your thrusts, "cum for me, hah, cum from me playing with your clit." He does, nearly a second later, thrusting his hips up and back erratically, so overwhelmed with pleasure he doesn't know what to do with himself or his body.

The half-groan half-squeal that sounds like your name is what pulls you over. You fill him up, moaning his name as you fuck him through your orgasm.

Bubba's whole outfit is ruined by the time you're done. It's stained with cum, ripped, but no matter the state of dress, you'll always see Bubba as the most beautiful man on the planet.

#cw feminization #cw toys #oops... the toys aspect of this is barely there :P #spice #thirst #kinktober/2022 #sub bubba hewitt

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chaoticgeminate · 1 year

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Kinktober 2022 - Chapter Thirty One

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Squirting, toys (butt plug), fooling around between trick or treaters (not advised EVER under any real circumstances this is FICTION for a reason), unprotected PiV

Free Choice - Toys (1.5k)

Underestimating Javi’s ability to source things was something you still found yourself dressed as Sally while Javi adjusted his bat bowtie, you’d chosen to forgo the full make-up and instead used eye pencil to draw the stitch lines on your skin and put on the shockingly bright red wig that looked like it was made from thread rather than synthetic hair. Red lipstick completed your look and you turned to see study your fiancé again; he’d gone full white make-up with dark black rings around his eyes with the extended lines at his lips, and since so much of his blazer was open, he’d made sure to bring the white all the way down.

Javi left his hair alone, the shape of his facial hair standing out under the white make-up, but otherwise he’d done a good job with the coverage of it. Your apartment had been decked out in a last-minute explosion of decorations, red shiny garland with fake cobwebs strung between candy canes lined your entryway where the door was left open to allow people inside.

Using command hooks to attach them to the wall you had Christmas lights fixed in place but in the shape of spider webs, it had taken ages to get them to not only work but stay where you wanted them to, and everything of value was already stashed away while the television had a horror ambiance soundtrack playing and Javi finished putting up the last of the fake cobwebs.

With the lights off and the only lighting coming from the Christmas lights your apartment looked like a void zone of Halloween and Christmas, the mini projectors with the ghosts from Nightmare Before Christmas on the walls added to the last-minute décor and you loved all of it.

All night you got compliments from parents, awed remarks from kids, and between groups you and Javi teased each other or talked depending on what door In the building the next group of kids were at.

“Solecita it is hardly 4 are you sure the kids will be showing up?” “Yes, Javi, they’ve been starting the Trick or Treating earlier and earlier.”

“Did you see the Transformer costume? He was such a cool little Bumblebee!” “Perhaps next year we should aspire to go grandiose, mi amor, I could have fun planning a large event at the olive grove.”

“Fuck- Javi they’re next door.” “You were so close, Solecita, lo siento.” “Gloves on, Skeleton King.”

“Is someone upset?” “You are a wicked tease, when you said you wanted to see how good the lipstick looked on me I thought you meant-“ “Well you’re wearing white make up Javi, only choice to indulge would be to shade check in other places and there are children coming in and out.”

“I want one.” “Solecita-“ “She was so cute, Javi!” “I am allergic, but we could get a dog?” “Okay, that’s fair.”

When the last of the candy was gone -your custom modified Christmas chocolate mixed with Halloween treats proving to be a big hit- you and Javi put the sign up on the door saying you were out before deciding clean up would happen tomorrow. Heading right for your too small bathroom together, though Javi went to the sink first to get as much of the white makeup off as he could before he got under the water stream.

You were nearly done and getting out, since the shower was barely able to fit him comfortably on his own, and Javi caught your hand to pull you in for a searing kiss first.

Focusing more on drying than dressing, since there was little point, you felt a little tremor of excitement shoot through you at wondering how Javi would react to your surprise. It had been fun to slip away during set-up to get a plug in, how he hadn’t noticed when he’d slipped his hand up your dress between groups you would never know, but it meant more fun for you when he find it.

A rather fun idea made you giggle and lay back on the so you were propped on the pillows, moaning softly when you began to let one hand glide down your body. The soft touch made you shiver as you imagined him hearing you and rushing through the rest of his shower, wondering if he would surrender control it take it.

Your next breathy sound was louder, loud enough that he definitely heard you since the water cut off.

“Solecita, what do you think you are you doing?”

His tone was sharp and deep, you looked up at him through hooded eyes as he stood in the doorway. You met his stare with a look of defiance and whimpered as you slipped your fingers down through your folds, earning a small sound not unlike a growl from him as he watched you part your lips for him. Letting him see how wet you were, see the shine of your arousal as it leaked down your slit.

His nostrils flared when your hips rolled up, as you circled your clit, and Javi crossed the room in maybe three strides to snatch your hand away from your body and roll you over onto your stomach. You felt him discover the plug, the way he gasped out a soft “bebita” before he was picking your hips up and pressing your upper body into the mattress, and since the last time you were in this position he had been driving into you with the intent to breed you… you clenched around nothing with a whine.

“Javi-“

“Look at you. So wet already, but you seemed happy to take care of yourself. You even have something to fill you here.” He pressed against the base of the plug, making you try to rock back for more of the sensation.

“Wanted t’ surprise you-“

“Oh, I am surprised, bebita. But I don’t want to interrupt your fun, I just wanted a better view. Go ahead, make yourself cum.”

He grabbed your hand, the one he’d pulled away, and lifted it to cup your pussy, urging you to continue what you were doing; your desperate little whine and the way your hand slipped through your folds with a wet sound had your knees widening as you rocked down against the press of your fingers.

Javi watched you touch yourself, and you could feel how close he was to you by his breath on your skin, the soft kisses to the backs of your thighs and the breathy little curses he was breathing against your skin when you would dip your fingers into your body to make sure you showed him just how wet and ready you were for him.

It was only when you were so close to that peak, when your breathing was erratic and you could feel it right there, that he slid his cock home; the fullness you felt of him and the plug was so much and you felt the hot rush of your orgasm soak him and your legs and definitely the sheets below. Javi didn’t even last two full thrusts before he was filling you, just as overwhelmed as you were feeling, and the two of you were left panting hard as your body trembled from the sensations.

“Fuck, you were so tight and wet- I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. Bebita, can you handle more?”

“Always, mi prometido.”

He grinned when you looked over your shoulder at him and when he moved again, he did it in a way that let him close his left hand over yours, allowing you to see your rings beside each other and catching the low lighting of your bedside lamp, and Javi pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Be careful, mi prometida, I am a greedy man.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He chuckled in your ear and ground himself inside of you, making you whimper.

“You can believe that I will keep all of my promises, Solecita, starting with the most important one of all. I promise to love you and be by your side from now until the end of eternity.”

He was such a fucking romantic, even buried in you like this, and you loved him so much for it.

“I promise to support you and love you and do anything in my power to make sure you have a reason to smile by my side, from now until eternity.”

Javi whimpered, a broken sound, and the tender way he rocked into you as he draped himself more onto your body was so all encompassing and perfect and you made sure he knew it.

“So good to me, Javi.” “Feels so amazing, the way you love me is always what I need.”

“You’re a good man cariño, I love you with all that I am.”

Javi’s choked off whimper in your shoulder, the feeling of his body going rigid and his balls drawing up, made you sure that for the rest of your lives and the rest of your eternity you would make sure he knew just how much you loved him and how glad you were that he had found you.

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doccywhomst · 4 months

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#i’ve been thinking abt that cringe post #i think the latent feelings behind ‘cringe’ are shame and sometimes envy/bitterness #same vibes as when six year olds say ‘those toys are for babies’ if they’ve been shamed for their age by older kids #anyway. i think part of the healing process is realizing that shame puts you at war with yourself bc part of yourself is a social being!#and that part of you wants community and acceptance (maybe love). shame is the absence of acceptance #unlearning shame means learning self-love and gaining the confidence to find your people #jerma #cw jerma #(someone asked me to tag lol)

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uhhhhhh-might-stick-around · 3 months

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Praise kink Degradation kink

🤝

“You’re doing so well, you’re just a little whore aren’t you?”

“My pretty, brainless doll”

“You look pretty when you’re a struggling, desperate mess”

“That’s it, keep going you dumb slut”

“You’re such a good slut”

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xx-princess-kitty · 2 months

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don’t ask me if we can fuck, hold me down and tell me toys don’t get a choice.

#xx-princess-kitty #cnc cw #cnc somno #tw rap3 #cnc free use #r4p3b4it #r4p3 fantasy #rap3 fantasy #cnc k!nk #rough cnc #free use kink #free use toy #r4p3 kink #r4p3 m3 #forcedsex #force fuck #r4p3toy

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depraved-gf · 6 months

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Hearing him moan about how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock in between my screams as I'm begging him to stop.

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Milf Lucifer gets baby fever

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab soft dom top gn reader, sub bottom milf Lucifer, breeding kink, mommy kink, food play, feminization, toys, no prep, sappy n soft romance

Thank you to the wonderful @obey-r-us for this commission! I had a lot of fun with it :) (ps everyone else go check out their works!!!)

Valentine's day has been entirely uneventful for a majority of your life. As a child it was fun getting Valentine’s (and candy!) from everyone in your class, when you were a single teen you lamented and scorned the day, but now as a young adult you look forward to having a date with your lover Lucifer.

Earlier he’d texted you some information concerning a reservation at a fancy restaurant he’d made for the two of you. He had added that he wanted to be out of the house during Valentine's day, as his brothers were driving him crazy. Though you’d be happy doing anything in the world with Lucifer, you weren’t shocked that he’d gone about planning out an extravagant date for the two of you.

On the evening of the holiday you get all dressed up and pick up the bouquet of flowers you’d gotten for him. You’re excited to see his face when he gets the flowers, as he gets so flustered over romantic gifts. Good thing you’ve got more up your sleeve, so you can see him flustered all evening.

Upon entering the restaurant you find that you were not the only couple with the idea of having a fancy dinner. It makes you wonder how early Lucifer had to make the reservation in order to get a spot. As you look around, you see a myriad of different couples, though everyone is wearing their best it seems.A waiter hastily leads you to a semi isolated table where Lucifer is seated.

He stands to greet you and gasps when he sees the bouquet. “Are these for me?” you nod, handing them over so he can have a better look. Lucifer flushes- you mentally give yourself a little fist bump, because that’s exactly what you wanted to have happen- and while he admires the flowers you enter his personal space to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Lucifer turns his head and gives you a proper kiss before pulling away to sit down at the table. You join him, reaching across the table to take his hand in yours.

He’s wearing a black suit with red accents, which brings out the colors in his eyes and complements his figure. As you run your thumb along his fingers you feel he’s also wearing the ring you’d recently gotten him for Christmas (“this is not a proposal” you’d specified when he’d opened the box and his jaw dropped. That was the first time you’d seen him completely stunned.) “You look amazing,” you tell him honestly.

Lucifer gives you an affectionate smile, “you do too,” he responds softly as his eyes rake over your body. You feel your heart rate pick up under his gaze, so you squeeze his hand and ask about his day.

The two of you make small talk until the waiter returns, then it picks back up again when they leave. The dinner goes wonderfully. You talk about anything that comes to mind, so pleased by each other's presence that any topic feels right. Eventually, maybe even predictably, the conversation shifts to Lucifer complaining a bit about his brothers.

You laugh sympathetically at the story he'd just finished telling you.

"And one last thing,” he huffs, then offers a bashful smile, “stop me if I start to bore you," he says, as if that's possible. "The other day they-" Lucifer quiets his voice, flushing a bit, "Satan and Belphie were teasing me, as usual- they're just terrible- I was holding my stomach as it hurt, and they asked me when I was due!" He exclaims and you do a double take. Lucifer notices the shift in your behavior; your eyes are wide, lips parted, staring at him. After processing what he's said you can't help but smirk. You nudge Lucifer with your foot under the table,

"And when are you due," Lucifer straightens in his chair, his blush deepening, "mommy?" You're quiet enough that only he would be able to hear you, but he still looks around. When he confirms that no one overheard you, he points at you in a very accusatory way,

"You are the worst," you just laugh at his words.

You make sure to remember this exchange, for if it makes Lucifer flustered, you’re going to want to bring it up again. Now though, you quickly change the subject and continue on with your night. The tension generated by the moment never fully disperses though.

After dinner you lead Lucifer to your car. He opens the door and laughs at the stuffed animal you have buckled into the passenger seat.

“Is this for me too?” he asks as he shuffles things around so he can sit down. You nod,

“Yeah, press the heart it’s holding,” Lucifer does so as you pull out of your parking spot.

“Hi Lucifer, I love you,” your voice comes from the animal. He laughs again,

“This is very… sweet.” You snort,

“No one’s given you something like that before, right?” Lucifer shakes his head, then looks around,

“Where are we going?” You smile,

“You said you wanted to get away from your brothers, so I booked us a night at a hotel,” you turn to him, “is that okay? I can always cancel,” you can always cancel, though you hope he’s okay with this, as you have more surprises planned.

“No, no, that’s fine,” he smiles, “it’s very nice, thank you.”

It doesn’t take long for you to arrive. You get through all the boring stuff quickly, and make your way to the room.

When you open the door you’re hit with the scent of roses. The room is decorated entirely with shades of red, hearts, candles, and flowers.

“Huh,” you close the door as you both take in the festive view, “for the record, I did not ask for this,” you mention. Lucifer huffs out a laugh,

“It’s okay,” he assures you, pulling off his suit jacket and setting it on the desk chair.

“But,” you walk over to the mini fridge, “there was something I did ask for- oh!” Inside you find what you’d requested. You pull out a bowl of strawberries- some chocolate covered and others plain- and a can of whipped cream.

Lucifer raises a brow at you, “dessert!” you exclaim. He sits himself down on the bed and begins removing his shoes. Before joining him on the bed you set the strawberries and whipped cream down on the desk.

“This is all very romantic,” Lucifer mumbles, leaning in to kiss you. Eagerly you kiss him back, delighted that he’s pleased with your gifts. “I have something for you too,” he tells you when he pulls back. Just from the tone of his voice you feel your heart rate pick up. Lucifer stands, getting in front of you.

With shaky hands and flushed cheeks his strips in front of you, slowly revealing that he’s been wearing a pretty, lacy red lingerie set under his stuffy suit.

“You-” you’re a bit speechless, “holy shit you look gorgeous,” his blush deepens at your praise. You stand up and reach out so you can touch him. Running your hands over his body your heart pounds in your ears as you think about how he wore this for you.

“I feel like I blend in with the room,” Lucifer groans. You laugh, running your fingers over the bralette and not so subtly touching his nipples.

“Maybe, but that’s not a bad thing,” you kiss his neck, “I think you look hot,” Lucifer hums. He wraps his arms around you as you continue to feel him up. You run your hands from his chest, over the lace and under, then you trace down his torso and around to squeeze his ass. Lucifer gasps, tightening his hold on you. Out of curiosity you bring your hands back to his front and find that,

“You’re hard,” you mumble, a bit surprised as you feel his erect cock pressed against the panties. Lucifer huffs,

“Yes, I’m not completely dysfunctional,” he sounds a bit defensive and you can’t have that. You kiss his neck again before responding,

“I know that, though I wouldn’t mind if you were,” you squeeze him gently. Lucifer looks at you for a moment before averting eye contact and smiling sweetly,

“You’re too good for me,” he mumbles before kissing you.

You kiss for a bit, each of you clinging to the other, until the straining of your dick against your pants becomes uncomfortable.

“Hey,” you pull away from his lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, causing Lucifer to look at you desperately, “go lay on the bed.” He does so with little resistance. You pull off your clothing, grab dessert, and make yourself comfortable between where Lucifer has spread his legs for you.

“Hungry?” you ask and he nods, reaching for one. You stop him, and move your hand to his mouth, “open,” he, avoiding eye contact, reluctantly opens his mouth. You choose one of the chocolate covered ones first, and gently feed it to him. While he chews you take a plain one and cover it with whipped cream. Lucifer hesitantly opens his mouth so you can feed him the second one.

He gets whipped cream on the side of his mouth as you feed the strawberry to him, and once he’s done swallowing you lean in and lick it off. Lucifer opens his mouth again obediently when you’re done, and you feed him berry after berry, watching him intently as he eats. Occasionally he gets a bit messy, or your hand “slips,” so you end up kissing and licking his lips quite a bit between him eating. Something about the intimacy of the moment makes you harder than you’d expected.

After swallowing the last one Lucifer opens his mouth again obediently. You look at his open mouth and think about leaning in and kissing him, or spitting in his mouth, or having him suck your dick, but you push those ideas aside for other plans.

You pull up his lingerie and align the nozzle of the whipped cream with his nipple so you can apply it to his skin. Lucifer lets out a choked moan at the cool cream hitting his chest, arching his back a bit at the sensation.

Once you set the can down you begin licking the cream off. Lucifer whines and whimpers, squirming against your mouth as you lick and suck his skin clean.

There's still some residue left when you pull back and seeing it makes your dick twitch, "kinda looks like breast milk," you point out, mostly to yourself, squeezing one of his pecs. Lucifer knocks his head back, letting out a deep moan. You’re only a bit taken aback by his atypical unreserved reaction. "Mommy,” you catch his attention by softly calling out the title, “if you got pregnant you'd let me drink your milk, wouldn't you?" Lucifer is panting now,

"You," he looks down at you, "you'd have to leave enough for” he pauses, looking away and blushing, “the baby," he whispers and now it's your turn to groan, fire building in your loins.

“Such a good mommy, putting our baby first,” you lean down to kiss his tummy, “gonna let me give you a baby tonight?” Lucifer nods his head wildly,

“Yes, yes,” you kiss his stomach again and pull back.

“I have to go get lube-”

“Wait” Lucifer interrupts you before you can finish your sentence, or move. He moves your hands to his panties, “take these off first,” he suggests with a coy smile. Your brows furrow in confusion, but it’s not like you’ll argue. You pull his underwear down and off, his cock hitting his pelvis with a soft smack.

“Oh,” you sigh, understanding why Lucifer was insistent for you to take his panties off. You press gently against the buttplug nestled between his cheeks.

“Hah-happy Valentine's day,” he mumbles, clenching the sheets underneath him. You coo, pressing harder against the plug,

“Thank you mommy,” you tug on it, “this is the best gift.” Lucifer whines, even as you lean down to kiss him. You tug on the plug again, “think your pussy can take me without prep?” he whines again, jerking his hips against the plug,

“That was the idea.” You begin to slowly work the plug out, causing him to squirm and fidget under you, letting out soft noises. His hole gapes when you remove the plug, lube easing out of him.

“You’re so wet,” you muse, collecting the lube that’s seeped out of him, and spreading it along your cock. The excess lube mixed with your precum will help, but you’re still a bit nervous going in completely raw. “Let me know if anything hurts,” you tell him. Lucifer nods and leans up to give you a kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Fuck me,” he breathlessly begs as he feels you line the head of your cock up with his hole. You find stability by holding onto Lucifer’s soft thighs as you press your way into him. He gasps and lets out soft moans, and when his breath hitches you pause for a moment.

“I always forget,” he begins, inhaling and exhaling deeply, “just how big you are.” You smirk,

“Does it feel good having me stretching and filling up your pussy, mommy?” Lucifer whines, closing his eyes as he nods,

“Always, yes,” you hum, flattered by his honesty, and start pressing yourself deeping into him. His face scrunches and his arms tighten around your neck as you bottom out, so again you pause to let him adjust.

“You’re doing so good, taking me so well mommy, fuck,” you’re a bit astonished that he was able to take all of you with just the lube and prep from the plug. He’s tight, tighter than any of the times you’ve fucked, but not in a way that concerns you.

“Move, please,” he gasps, and you begin moving your hips slowly. Lucifer flutters around you, his legs wrapping around your waist, trying to bring you in deeper with each thrust. “I’d like- oh” he gets cut off as you pick up the pace; figuring if he’s able to talk, you’re not fucking him hard enough. He calls out your name as your cock rubs against his prostate, “want you to cum, ah, cum inside and hah, oh fuck a baby into me, please,” you groan at his rambling.

“I gotcha mommy,” you nuzzle your face where his neck and shoulder meet, leaving a sweet kiss there, “lay back I’ll- ungh- fuck you full of my cum, I’ll knock you up hah, I promise,” you’re babbling a bit yourself, Lucifer’s dirty talk working you up and fueling the lust building in your gut.

He clenches tight around you, and you have to actively concentrate on not busting your load so soon. Luckily it seems that Lucifer is having a hard time holding on too, with the way that pre is drooling from his cock onto his stomach.

“You got so pretty for me, mommy, hah, all dressed up,” you muse affectionately. Lucifer keens, his dick twitching,

“I’m going to,” he tightens around you, “I’m going to cum, suh-oh soon, cumming,” one of the arms that Lucifer has wound around your neck comes down to fist his cock at the pace that you thrust into him.

“Cum for me mommy, I-” you groan, your hips stuttering, “I’m close too,” that sets him off.

“Cum, ah, inside please, hah, cum inside, get me pregnant, give me a baby, please, oh-” he cums, his eyes wide and rolling into the back of his skull, his mouth dropping open. You’re pulled over watching Lucifer cum, and you do exactly what he so desperately wanted. With his name on your lips you cum inside his hole, fucking him full of your load. Your hips jerk and snap erratically as you both ride out your climaxes.

As you come down from your high you nuzzle his neck, placing sweet kisses there,

“I love you,” you tell him between kisses. You feel his pulse jump under your lips. Lucifer pulls your face back so he can look at you,

“I love you too,” his voice is soft and sweet, like you didn’t just cum in his ass. You kiss him again, properly this time. When you pull away he’s a bit teary eyed,

“What’s wrong,” you feel panic building as a tear rolls down his cheek.

“it’s just-” he sniffles, bringing a hand to wipe his eyes, “this was such a nice night, and you did so much for me, I-” he gives you a wobbly smile, “thank you.” You coo,

“Oh Lucifer,” you kiss him again, “my love, you don’t have to thank me,” he sniffles a bit,

“Well, I want to,” you chuckle at his stubbornness.

“Okay, you’re welcome,” you go to move, but Lucifer stops you.

“Ah, sorry, can you stay inside just a bit longer?” you nod, making yourself comfortable on top of him.

“We have the whole night here Lucifer,” you remind him, “I’ll stay here as long as you’d like,” you grin wildly, rocking your hips a bit, “and since we have the whole night, how about we make sure you’re really knocked up, huh?”

The look on Lucifer’s face when you say that makes you feel like this night has easily become your most memorable Valentine’s day so far.

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i want some random man to fuck me on the bus on my way to class in the morning

wanna be forced to have a stranger’s cum in my pussy all day, trying not to let it leak out in any of my classes

i get back on the bus and i see him again, this time he’s brought friends

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It's impossible to count the number of times you've imagined this moment. Late at night, under the covers; in the bathtub, and the shower; on slow days at the bookstore, the summer before senior year; during Mr. Madrigal's long, droning lectures. You fantasized so vividly you could see each scene on the back of your eyelids, hear each sound between breaths. Many a time your hand migrated southward, almost of its own volition. If you were in public, you'd hold it against your crotch, pressing it into yourself with the force of your clenched thighs. In private, you'd be far less subtle.

In all those fantasies, you never imagined it would look quite like this.

The hallway smells like cigarettes and industrial cleaner. The haphazardly patterned carpet is coming up at the edges. The yellow tube light overhead might be attempting morse code, the way it flickers. Paint peels from the door in front of you, and one of the metal digits in the room number has been replaced with one that doesn't quite match: room 233. You raise your hand, your knuckles inches from the door, and then you pause. You're not sure if you can go through with this.

Before you can decide, the door opens anyway.

You started posting pictures in your first year of college. It was just your tits at first. You'd been quietly following those subreddits and tumblr blogs for a while, and you thought it would be a bit of fun, a little thrill. You didn't expect the response you got: dozens of people telling you how much they'd enjoyed it, asking for more. So you posted more, and the people asked for different things. Post your ass. Post your cunt. Post your fingers in your cunt. Post audio of you moaning as you came. The more you revealed of yourself, the more attention you got, and the more attention you got, the more you wanted to show. People wanted to send you tips, so you set up a Cash App address. You never got much, a few dollars here and there, but it was nice to get a free coffee now and then.

And somewhere along the way, apparently, you let slip that you were a virgin.

The message came late last semester, from a Cash App user whose name was just a string of numbers. It read, "I will buy your virginity for $100,000. So you know I'm serious, here is $7000 for you to keep, deal or no deal. Let me know if interested."

It was like one of those hypotheticals you talk about with your friends at the dinner table. Would you work nonstop for a year if it meant you never had to work again? Would you cut off your hand if it meant you never had to die? Would you let a stranger from the internet take your virginity for a hundred thousand dollars? You thought about it for weeks. The 7 thousand in itself was a windfall you never could have imagined. It was the new laptop you needed, four times over. It was a large iced coffee ever day for three and a half years. After graduation, if you were smart, it could be your living expenses for the better part of a year. But a hundred thousand might be a house, or a car, or a few years of freedom to pursue your goals. And when you asked how you could trust him to pay when he'd gotten what he wanted, he told you he'd be happy to pay up front.

So here you are, in a dingy hotel, face to face with the broad-shouldered, potbellied older man in front of you. "I saw you through the peephole," he says. There's something impish about him. Maybe it's the toothy grin, or the way his ears stick out from his head, or the obvious glee in his voice as he looks you up and down. "My, you're much better in person. Come in! You got the money then?"

You nod. You didn't leave the Lyft until it was there in your account.

"Good," he says, throwing the dead bolt. "Let's get to it then, shall we?"

"What should...I mean, how do you want to..." you feel yourself talking strangely. Breathing in the wrong places, words tumbling over each other. "Maybe we should...talk first? Get to know each other?"

"No need for that," says the man matter-of-factly, unbuttoning his shirt. His chest is smooth, his skin a mottled pink. He waves a hand at your body. "Go ahead and get those off."

Back in high school, one of your recurring fantasies involved Jason Meier having his way with you in the back of that beat up convertible he used to drive. That old thing used to get you so wet. It was a piece of junk, but something about the exposure of it...In the fantasy, he's driven you out to some secluded spot outside of town. Cicadas drone all around. The night sky shines bright with stars. He cups your face with one hand, strokes your cheek with his thumb, asks you if this is your first time. He kisses the side of your mouth, then your jaw, then below your ear, then down your neck. As his hands undo the top button of your blouse, he tells you he'll be gentle.

The man is watching you expectantly. With his shirt on, he looked like a portly old man. Without it you can see that every inch of that stocky build is hard muscle. That pink skin strains against his mass, muscle rippling beneath it as he moves. "What are you waiting for?"

Your legs tremble. Your knees feel like they're about to buckle. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your body has never done this before. You didn't know you could feel this kind of fear, and yet there's nothing to fight, nowhere to flee. You agreed to this. You decided this was what you wanted. Slowly, you pull your shirt over head.

He groans in the back of his throat, a long, growly sound. His face is a mask of focus, the impish joviality gone, his eyes fixated on your breasts. "And the rest."

You kick off your shoes, pull off your socks. An inch at a time, you slide your shorts and panties over your ass, down your legs, past your trembling knees. You step out of them, and now you're completely exposed. You cross your arms over your chest, then lower them when he grunts disapproval. Almost urgently, he unbuttons his pants, pulls out a long, rigid cock, and begins to stroke himself.

You didn't discover internet porn until your senior year, and before then the only penises you'd seen were a few drawings in your health textbook. In the fantasy, you unbutton Jason Meier's pants and fig. 7.5, "The penis becomes engorged when in state of arousal," pops out of his underwear. You take it in your hands, feeling the weight of it, the girth, and look up into those beautiful brown eyes of his.

This cock is much...realer. It has bounce, texture, even a sound as his hand slides up and down its length. It's longer than the one in that old fantasy, too, and it leans slightly to the left. For years you've wondered what it would be like to see a cock in person, and now that you're here it terrifies you.

"Come here," says the man, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Get on your knees."

You falter. "You didn't...I mean, we didn't agree to that."

"I bought your virginity," says the man. "You ever suck cock before?"

You shake your head.

"Then your mouth is just as much a virgin as your cunt. Get down here."

It's almost a relief to get off your legs, the way they've been threatening to give out. Close up, you can see the purples and blues of the veins under his skin. The head of his cock pulses with anticipation as your lips part, your tongue extends...

You don't think you can do this.

Then his hand is on the back of your head.

You always imagined Jason Meier whimpering as you took him into your mouth. You were never quite able to picture what he would feel like between your lips, on your tongue; the movie camera of your imagination always panned up at that point, to focus on his face. He would let his head fall back in pleasure, eyebrows knit with sensation, lips slightly parted. Now, though, there's no camera to pan. You are here. This is real. And his powerful hand is pushing your mouth onto his cock.

A sound you can't control comes out of you. Your back arches, your hands flail, and then by pure instinct they're on his belly, pushing against him, away from him. Spit runs down your chin, and you wipe it away with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry," you say, looking anywhere but at his face. "I'm sorry, I can't, I thought I could do this but I can't."

There's a horrible darkness in his voice. "I already gave you the money."

"I know, I'll give it back, I'm sorry." The words trip over each other on the way out of your mouth. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have, I just, I thought I could..."

His hand is on the back of your head again, and this time his fingers are curled tight into your hair. He jerks your head back, forcing you to look at him, and his eyes are cold and predatory. "I'm not interested in returning what's already bought and paid for." He jams himself back into your mouth.

You always imagined yourself savoring it, taking your time to explore every inch of Jason's length with your tongue, but there's no time for that now. The veiny, throbbing thing in your mouth bypasses your tongue entirely, forcing past your uvula. You gag, then gag again. Your stomach churns and you convulse as your body tries to remove the foreign object, but the man just pushes harder. Your eyes water as he slides deeper, deeper, making your throat bulge, your limbs spasm. As his balls touch your chin, you close your eyes and try to relax your throat.

He holds you like that. You gag for a third time, and thick saliva explodes through the gaps around his cock, dripping down your chin and collecting in a long, dangling rope. Tears roll down your cheeks as you try to acclimatize to the feeling, try to convince your body that nothing is wrong. You think you've got it, and then he moves slightly, and you're gagging again. He groans, grips your head tighter, and in the back of your throat you feel his cock swell slightly. He likes it when you gag for him, says a voice in the back of your mind. The motion is pleasurable for him.

You've got another problem rearing its head. You can't breathe. It was fine at first, but the man shows no interest in freeing up your airways, and in all the gagging and crying, you haven't exactly been conserving your oxygen. You pat his leg, trying to signal to him, but all he does is clap you on the side of the head. Your ear rings, you gag again, and his cock throbs. Black walls are closing in on your vision. The effort of struggling against him becomes too much, and your arms fall to your sides. Your eyelids flutter. You're going to pass out. You're going to pass out, and then what will he do to you?

But just before the world fades to black, he pulls your head back again. You feel every inch of his cock as it slides out of your throat. He lifts your face, and your eyes struggle to focus on his as you take lungful after lungful of glorious air. Drool spills across your lips, but you don't care. You're alive.

The man slaps you hard, leaving a stinging impression of his palm on your cheek. You whimper. Two of his fingers are in your mouth, pushing on the back of your tongue. Not knowing exactly why, you close your lips around them and shut your eyes.

"That's better," he says.

The first time you saw a male sex toy in use was in an ad before a porn video you were watching. You were taken aback by the way the performer had pounded it over his cock, barely more than an extension of his hand. You're reminded of that image as he parts your lips again, and the rape of your throat begins in earnest.

You haven't thought about Jason Meier in years, but at this moment he's the only thing keeping you sane. As your face rams up and down, up and down, you retreat to that beat up convertible, and Jason's soft, thoughtful face. As the man tightens his grip, Jason runs his fingers through your hair. As the man grunts and growls with pleasure, Jason coos your name. With each stroke of his cock down your throat, each spasm of your body, you focus on a different part of Jason's body: his large hands, his long fingers, his shoulders, his jawline, his liquid brown eyes. By the time the man finally releases your hair, you can barely feel your body any more. The convertible is far more real than the squeaky motel bed. The hands on your body are Jason's, soft and tender.

He climbs over the center console straddling you. You lock lips, feel your tongues in each other's mouths, kiss so deeply that it feels as though you share the same breath. He pulls the lever to lay your seat back, and then he's over you, on top of you, lifting your skirt, pulling your panties to the side.

This is the part where, in the old days, you would have slipped a finger or two inside yourself. But this time you don't have to. This time you can feel him inside you, really feel him, and he fills you up like your fingers never could. There's some pain—they told you there'd be pain, didn't they, your first time—but it falls away to the thrill, the lust, the pleasure. Jason whimpers as he slides into you, deeper, deeper, and you moan into each other's mouths as his pelvis meets yours. You take a moment to savor it, breathing each other in, and then he begins to thrust.

You feel drunk. It's exactly like you always imagined it, and somehow better than you could ever have expected. Each movement of his hips brings another sensation: a spasm in the arches of your feet, a hitch in your breath, a churning, swirling need in the depths of your abdomen. Deeper you tell him, harder, and he obliges, pulling you into him, and him into you.

You can feel the orgasm building, but it isn't like any you've had before. Every time you've ever cum, you've been in control. This time, Jason is in control. Jason decides when you cum, how you cum. One hand supports his weight as he leans over you, and the other slides up your belly. You used to watch those hands obsessively. The way he held a pencil, the way he bit his knuckles when he was thinking. Now that hand slides up, caresses your breast. Now that thumb brushes your hair out of your face. Now those fingers close around your throat.

You know you're safe with Jason, but the pressure on your throat triggers some animal fear response in you. You try to squirm away, but his arm is strong, and his hand his firm. Your hands go to his wrist. "I don't like that, stop." He just smiles. It isn't his usual sweet smile, either. This one is cruel. Predatory.

Your face feels tight. Your eyes bulge. You're beginning to panic for real now. "Jason, seriously, stop!" You beat at his arm with your fists, but he easily takes both your wrists in one hand and pins them over your head. You try to kick at him, but he's already past your defenses, between your legs, pushing them uselessly apart. His grip tightens, his rhythm increases, his cock swells inside you. He's getting off on this.

All at once you're back in the hotel room. The man's sweaty red face is inches away from your own, and the lust in his eyes is obvious. His cock seems to push deeper with every thrust, and the horrible thing is that the orgasm is still coming. It's close now, you can feel it, and it's like he knows exactly how to bring it out. You feel floaty, tingly, and that awful pleasure is welling up inside you, a pot about to boil over...

"That's right," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "That's what I was waiting for. That perfect mix of...pleasure...and...fear." He punctuates each of these last three words with a long, deep thrust, and it's these that send the orgasm spilling over. A choked moan pushes itself out of you as your back arches, your toes curl, your legs wrap involuntarily around his waist, tears roll down your cheeks. That floaty feeling has combined with the orgasm to create something like how you imagine heroin must feel; a wave of mind numbing, soul deadening ecstasy. Your insides feel hot, and at first you think that must just be what it feels like when you cum from sex, but then you see the look on his face and realize that he's cumming too. His grip relaxes and he pounds away a few more times at your now-limp body. You stare at the ceiling as he moans, buries his face between your tits, pumps round after round of his warm, thick cum into your cunt, your womb. After one final push he collapses onto you, his cock still inside you, his bulk crushing you into the bed. You don't move.

He strokes your cheek. Fondles your nipple. Kisses your neck. Then he kisses your mouth, his tongue pushing your lips open, his breath like damp earth. You barely see him.

It must be almost ten minutes before he finally gets up, his limp cock sliding out of you at last. You can feel his cum dripping from your cunt as he puts on his underwear, then pants, then shirt, then shoes. "The room is paid for the night," he says with his hand on the door handle. "Thank you for struggling. Taking someone's virtue is so much better when you actually get to take it.

You don't respond.

You don't know how long you lie there, motionless, dripping cum. Oddly, the man who just raped you isn't the one burned onto your mind's eye. Try as you might to return to that sweet teenage fantasy, all you can see is Jason Meier as he held his hand to your throat, and that cruel, predatory smile on his face.

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