#stuckage smut
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Pairing: Pro-Hero!Katsuki x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Stuckage, slight dubcon, praise kink, degradation, light spanking, thigh fucking, spitting (on the pussy), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie
Word Count: 4k
A/N: I’ve wanted to write stuckage for so long, and who better with than Katsuki? For those who don’t know, stuckage just means one of the characters literally gets stuck and fucked lol in this case, it’s reader.
It’s a normal patrol night. Humid summer air sticks to sweaty, sweet smelling skin, makes Katuski’s hands itch in his gloves. In and out of alleys, checking lingering shadows and avoiding the gazes of pedestrians.
By midnight, he’s bored.
There are no alarms ringing on his phone, no idiot villains skirting around corners for him to chase. Wide awake and ansty, he slips down another alley, kicking a few trash bags before checking in a dumpster. He half-way wishes there was a body inside, just something to pique his interest.
“H-hey! Hey down there!” a feminine voice echoes off the brick walls of the apartment buildings, riding the heatwaves and sinking into the pavement.
Katsuki squints as he looks up, nose wrinkling at the thought of some fangirl yelling down at him from her bedroom.
Then, he sees you. You’re halfway out your window, three stories up.
He has to move around a bit to really get a good look at you, the rusted metal railings of the fire escape to your building blocking his view.
“What the fuck do you want?”
His tone is biting, like a dog snarling in warning to keep away.
“I need help! I- fuck,” you sound exhasperated, like you’ve been struggling, “My cat was on the fire escape—”
“Listen, I don’t chase after fucking cats! I’m a Pro-Hero, I have better shit to do.”
Though, at the moment, he truly doesn’t. But he most definitely doesn’t feel like manhandling some feisty cat on the streets.
“Oh my god,” he hears you mumble from above, head dropping as your hands press back on your window sill, “The cat’s fine! I’m the one who needs help. I’m…I’m stuck!”
Great. Some stupid damsel in distress. It’s a Saturday night, you should have better shit to do than worrying about your cat. You’re young, from what he can tell, probably in your mid-twenties like he is. You should be out partying, sucking cock and drinking too much.
“Fine! I’m coming up.”
With long leaps, he scales the fire escape easily, noticing how the other windows in this building either have their blinds closed or the lights are snuffed out. Your little window is glowing, though, warm yellow lamplight guiding his way to where you’re hanging.
His heavy boots on the steel make you shiver, your frayed nerves making you easily spooked. You raise your head the best you can, neck craning to look up at him.
“Oh. You’re Dynamight, right?”
He grits his teeth, sucking in a growl of frustration that you hadn’t recognized him earlier. His face is plastered on billboards, he’s the posterboy for Calvin Klein in magazines. You should know who he is just from one glance.
Purposely ignoring you, Katsuki crouches down to your level, making sure not to knock your stupid little head with his gauntlets as he starts to lift up on the window. He grunts as it doesn’t budge.
“It’s locked from the inside. Please don’t bust my lock, my landlord will fucking kill me,” you take in a deep breath, coughing a bit from where your lungs are trapped, “and the maintenance guy won’t fix it for a week.”
“Jesus fucking christ, then what do you want me to do? Push you back in?”
“Do you think that will work?”
Katsuki rebalances on his toes, staying low so he can actually take a look at your situation.
The heavy window has fallen onto your back, just below your shoulder blades. It fell at just the right angle to click the lock back in place, the simple turn mechanism taunting him from behind the glass. Your arms and tits are dangling on the outside, ass up inside your apartment. You’re in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, embroidered with some quirkless university logo.
“How long have you been like this?”
“I don’t know. Maybe, like, half an hour? My fingers are going numb.”
You’re not even bothering to raise your head up to speak, just talking down through the galvanized steel gratings. Your hair is a mess from your struggling.
He’d be a shitty hero if he left you like this. From up here, you’re tempting. He can see the curve of your ass, pink thong peeking out from the hem of your shirt.
Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Is your apartment unlocked?”
“No. I’m not an idiot, I wouldn’t leave my door open when I live alone.” You’re getting frustrated, groaning as you try to shift yourself again, ass wiggling and knuckles turning color as you press against the window sill and try to shove yourself back inside. “However, the guy in the apartment l-lobby has keys to all the apartments. Tell him you need the one to 3-A.”
“And you think he’s just gonna give it to me, sweetheart?”
You finally raise your head and look up at him, brows furrowed but your pretty eyes are teary. Your lips are inches away from his clothed cock, he could easily pry your mouth open and—
“You’re a hero, aren’t you? I’m sure he’ll give you the fucking key for a girl in need.”
Katsuki doesn’t bother to bite back his grumblings, muttering about how fucking stupid you are and how he doesn’t get paid enough for this shit as he descends the fire escape.
Like you said, the lobby attendant doesn’t bat an eyelash when Katsuki asks for the key to your apartment.
In fact, the guy stares at the orange and black of Katsuki’s chest, grinning as he looks up and asks for an autograph. Katsuki feels like grabbing the guy’s stupid head and bashing it into the counter. But he obliges, taking a few extra seconds to scribble his name onto an empty sign-in sheet.
“Thanks man! You got a date with that girl in 3-A? She’s a real cute one.”
“Shut up.”
On his journey up the stairs, Katsuki finds himself agreeing with the man. This could be worse, he could be helping some old hag stuck in her window, trapped in her curlers and nightgown. Instead, it’s some adorable little college girl who just might give him a special treat for saving her. That thought makes him smirk and hold on to the little metal key just a bit tighter.
When Katsuki pries open your apartment door, you are truly a sight to behold.
The window is behind your couch, one with soft cushions that your knees are sinking into. Gravity is working against you, making you lean down and out the window, your beautiful ass high and completely exposed as your shirt peels away from your waist.
The light pink thong does nothing to cover you, the fabric tight against the folds of your pussy between your legs. Katsuki slams the door shut just to watch you jump, legs spreading from the jolt.
Katsuki takes a moment just to look around your apartment, that nosy nature buried in everyone rearing its head. You’re definitely a student, bookshelves full of textbooks, notebooks, and whatever else you’ve been assigned to waste your time on. There are a few plants scattered around the one bedroom apartment, posters on the wall, a few framed pictures of your friends.
And the offender who started your predicament sits on the kitchen counter, swishing her tail as Katsuki makes a face. The cat doesn’t budge, just sits and stares with judgment.
“Alright, princess,” he wolf-whistles as he comes closer, flexing his fingers in his gloves, “you really got yourself into a fucking mess.”
You mumble outside the window, but he doesn’t catch it, mind on a single track as he stands right behind you. Closer now, he can see that your panties are wet, dampness making the cotton nearly see-through.
Hooking his index finger underneath the elastic of your thong, he snaps the fabric against your hip just because he can.
Your whole body jumps, a very audible moan sounding from outside.
“Oh, you like that?”
He laughs and repeats his action, taking the time to smooth his finger along the line of your thong before tugging and snapping the flimsy thing harder than before.
He knows this is wrong, the dronings of his hero ethics course ringing in his ears about how a hero should never take advantage of a civilian like this. But he’s a man, a dreadfully bored one with a ripe, round ass just under his fingertips.
Katsuki places one palm on each ass cheek, kneading the supple flesh and spreading them apart. His gauntlets clink as he does, reminding him that he’s a hero, that he’s so much stronger than your little body can probably handle.
“Hey!” One of your legs kicks back at him, missing entirely, “you can fuck me after you get me out of this god damn window!”
“Why wait? You’re already in such a perfect position.”
Katsuki’s grin is wild as he crouches down, becoming eye level with your pussy. Using his gloved thumbs, he spreads your cheeks apart, eyes gleaming as he watches your outer folds suck in your panties.
He feels so powerful, more than normal.
He could do whatever he wanted to you right now and you could do nothing to stop him. He could fuck you for hours, use you like a cocksleeve, dump his cum deep in your guts and still leave you stuck and hanging out of your window. And he just might.
Outside, you whine, a high-pitched tune filtering through the open space of the window. You sound so pitiful, so lost.
“Come on, princess, let’s have some fucking fun.”
He shows his teeth in delight as he draws the fabric of your panties into his fist, using it like reins to keep you in place. You cry out as the cloth digs into your pussy, hot against your clit, dragging along your puckered hole. Your thighs quiver, pressing together to try to relieve the heat he’s creating. He imagines shoving his cock between the fat of your thighs, feeling your soft skin close around him and tug.
“You’re such a stupid little thing, getting stuck like this.”
Your head nods out the window, which makes him chuckle. At least you know you’re a fucking idiot.
His cock is so hard it hurts, leaking tip confined by the tight compress of his boxer briefs.
Red eyes glaze over as he starts shedding some of his gear. His obnoxiously large gauntlets go first, bouncing and clinking on your sofa, followed by his gloves. Then his fingers are quick on his belt, his black cargo pants falling to his knees and draping over his boots.
Katsuki wastes no time pumping his shaft, hissing with relief as his thumb rubs his weeping head.
He peels your panties off slowly, watching how your wetness sticks to the fabric, slick drooling just from the tiniest bit of teasing.
“Such a fucking slut, all wet from a stranger pulling on your fucking panties.”
He gives your ass a quick swat, watching your flesh jiggle. You gasp loudly, lurching forward but not budging in the tight constraint of the window’s edge.
Katsuki spreads your labia with his index finger, playing in the wet heat. You shiver with every touch, hips bucking when the pad of his finger toys with your swollen clit.
“I like how sensitive you are, princess.”
You moan so sweetly at his praise, and he makes a mental note to give you more. But it’s hard not to demean you when you’re like this, all spread open and whimpering for a stranger, stuck in the stupidest position. If you have any of those book smarts to you, he’s about to fuck you dumb.
Your slick is hot against his cock as he rubs his wet fingers against his length. He can’t help himself, his cock aches, his lower stomach pulling tighter than sailor’s knots.
Moving his hips, Katsuki slides his length across your folds, throwing his head back and groaning as he sinks his bare fingers into your hips. He rubs his cock along your pussy a few times, back and forth, back and forth, teasing you both as the veins of his cock throb and glide through puffy folds.
“Fuck your cunt is so hot, whatever loser boyfriend you have doesn’t fucking deserve this.”
The head of his cock brushes your clit and it makes your thighs squeeze together, your hands moving outside to grab at your swinging tits for some semblance of control.
You mumble incoherently about not having a boyfriend.
“Oh yeah? Must’ve been saving this pussy just for me then.”
He almost wants to see if you could just take him now, if he could shove his cock into your too-tight cunt and fuck you through the pain of stretching.
But he’s not that cruel, at least not yet.
Katsuki manhandles you up higher, balancing your knees on the back of your couch so your thighs become the perfect height for his cock.
Still coated in slick, his thick cockhead pops easily into the fat of your pressed thighs, length sliding in afterward. He repeats the motion, drawing his cock all the way out from between your legs, then slowly burrowing his red-hot flushed cock back in.
Your pussy flutters at his ministrations, tight hole sucking around nothing.
“Oh poor baby wants something in her pussy, doesn’t she?”
Sucking in his cheeks, Katsuki gathers spit in his mouth before letting it drip from his lips and down onto your cunt. The clear spit coats your folds, gets lost in the mix of your slick.
He could stare at your cunt all fucking day. It’s sexy, unique, spreads for him so easily.
His fingers are quick, purposeful. His index finger prods you, sliding between your shamefully dripping folds with quick ease. You try to clamp your legs shut at the onslaught of pleasure, but his hand is more durable than you expected.
His fingers are long, thick, perfect for curling inside you and finding that fleshy patch against your inner walls that has you shaking and panting. Two of them push inside of you, gummy walls sucking around him. He isn’t gentle. Each move of his hand is a satisfying jab into your pussy, jolts of hard pleasure racing up your spine and bliss turning hot under your skin.
Cock thumping, Katsuki begins to rock his hips, fucking into your thighs as he shoves his fingers into your cunt.
You’re mewling outside the glass, like a cat in heat out in the alley. The sounds are raunchy, mesmerizing.
Your slick is dripping against his fingers, each squelching push of his hand has you pressing farther into him. His cock is nestled perfectly between your thighs and each convulsion of your body, every clenching, stimulates him just as much.
“Love your fat fucking thighs,” he growls and slaps your ass with his free hand, grinning as your little body struggles to keep up with the onslaught of pleasures.
You are gasping, trying to catch short breaths beneath the weight of the window on your back before your inevitable fall into delirium.
“Dyna—Dynamiiight,” if anyone was awake right now, they’d hear your moans echoing down the bricks of your building.
You cum hard and fast, the pleasure so blinding that you slump down, knees dropping and thighs spasming around his cock. Your cunt is aching, cinching his fingers inside of you almost painfully. You cry out, sobbing at the intensity of it all, tears pricking at your lashes.
“Fuck your pussy gets tight when you cum, holy shit,” your hole pops with suction when he pulls his knuckles out of you.
You’re panting, exhausted and so sore from dangling out of your window, but he doesn’t care.
“I want you to scream like a little whore when I fuck you,” he spanks you to get your attention and pull you away from the aftershocks of orgasm, “you hear me out there?”
As Katsuki pumps his cock, smearing your wetness from his balls to his slit, he realizes he doesn’t even know your name.
Leaning forward, he bangs on the hazy glass with his fist to ensure he gets your attention.
“Hey! What’s your fucking name?”
Your body is limp, your hands now pressed down against the grates of the fire escape and blood rushing to your pretty head. Red eyes stare out the window until he sees a little nod. You raise your head to him, lips swollen from being pressed together, eyes glassy.
You look so fucking hot, all spent and messy just from what he’s doing to you.
You sputter out your name the best you can, gasping for air before rocking your hips back again, begging for his cock.
He shoves himself ruthlessly inside of you, the sharp pain of being spread racing across your nerves at the same time the tense squeeze of your insides make him lose control. You scream, mouth hanging open against the humid air as his cock spears into your insides. The pain quickly morphs into pleasure, his hips snapping up against yours with a ferocity that has moans spilling from your mouth even as you try to stop them.
There is no exit. No escape.
Just heavy breaths and the slapping of skin, wet flesh wrapped snugly around an intrusive cock.
Your body bounces back against him, ass rippling as his muscular thighs barrel into the backs of yours. You’re like a little fuck toy, pliant and soft, pussy gushing and sucking around his thickness.
Katsuki calls out your name just to hear you whine, grinning as he cups his hands around your waist and pulls you back with every quick thrust.
He likes having you like this, vulnerable, unable to move or even see what he’s about to do to you. Circling his thumb over your asshole, he does it just to hear your moans change pitch as you overthink, worrying he’s about to shove the thick digit into you. It’s tempting, but he’s far too focused on how your cunt feels.
Stuffed, he’s sure you feel so fucking stuffed, your puffy lips are dragging along his length with every push and pull, no room left in your guts every time he forces himself inside.
Cardinal eyes are glued to the color of your folds spreading around his cock, a thick cream pooling around his base, getting trapped in his coarse curls and staining his balls.
“You fucking love this, don’t you? Love having a stranger fuck you dumb.”
He doesn’t give a fuck that you can’t really respond; he’s losing his edge, his tongue becoming looser the more he races towards his climax.
“Knew I was gonna fuck you the moment I saw this pretty ass through the window,” he spanks you again, hard and fast, your cunt cinching tighter upon the moment of impact, “stupid little girl, needing to be fucking saved by a big strong,” he grunts, sweat dripping down from his hairline, “hero.”
Curses paint your lips each time his cock stretches you again, and again, and again, as the angle you’re trapped in has his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside of you with every fresh plunge.
“Oh you feel so fucking good squeezing me like that. So fucking good.”
The praise makes you louder, makes one of your neighbors bang on the wall to shut you up.
“You’re such a good girl for letting me fuck you like this, giving me your tight little cunt.”
Slick is drooling down your thighs, making every thrust a wet squish of flesh on flesh. You smell like sex, like sweat and salt, like some sweet fruit being peeled open just for him to taste.
“Need you to cum,” he groans, thinking about how your pussy grabbed hold of his fingers during orgasm, “want you to milk this fucking cock. Gonna cream in your cunt.”
He shouldn’t be so reckless. He should spray his seed on your back, he knows that, but your cunt is sucking him in so tightly that he wants to feel his cum rush your insides. Consequences be damned. He’ll breed you if he fucking wants to.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” that’s all he hears, like a lost bird chirping outside the window, all breathy and airy as you try to contain yourself.
Your orgasm is more intense than before. Katsuki practically feels your whole body go numb, limp, the gasp of a silent scream against foggy glass as every part of you trembles.
The seams of sanity split apart for Katsuki as his balls tighten and that first gush of cum bursts against your gummy walls.
He doesn’t stop, not even as he comes undone, ropes and ropes of hot cum filling up your sloppy pussy and spurting down onto his clothes, onto your thighs. He is unrelenting, keeping you within the throes of orgasmic bliss with his cock plunging inside of you over and over again.
Just because he can. Because you can do nothing about it except drag your nails along steel and squeeze your cunt.
Finally, the hormones stop humming, and Katsuki’s empty balls have grown sore from grinding against your abused clit. He lets your hips drop, his still-hard cock springing out from your insides.
Cum flicks onto his face from the bounce of his dick. He wipes his cheek with sweaty hands, chuckling as he places his palms on the window and catches his breath.
“You alright out there, princess?”
You babble something, give him a little whine.
Shit, he probably went too hard on you.
Quickly, Katsuki clicks the lock and lifts the window, and you rush to take a deep breath into your lungs.
“Holy fucking shit.”
You’re slipping out the window from the loss of stability. He grabs your shirt, nearly ripping the threads as he tugs you back inside your apartment. You tumble into his broad chest, panting and sweaty.
“Seriously, you okay?”
Katsuki is uncaring as he knocks his gear off the couch, metal clanging. He lays you back against the cushions, hands petting at your hair.
He grimaces when he notices a solid line of indentation across your abdomen, just below your bunched shirt. Where the window had you in its grasp will be tender tomorrow.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just…trying to catch my breath.”
Unable to help himself, Katsuki flicks your shirt up, hungry eyes roaming your tits.
“Fucking greedy aren’t you?” You swat at his hand with a giggle.
He keeps his curious eyes on your hard nipples before letting them wander down, finding your swollen folds still leaking cum.
“You can really take a beating.”
He means it as a compliment.
Sitting up, you groan, stretching your back and rubbing at your sore spots.
“Maybe I should’ve gone to hero school instead, let myself be a paid punching bag.”
Katsuki scoffs, moving back so he can tuck himself into his pants and start to reassemble his gear. His phone is buzzing in his pocket, a notification about a break-in just a few streets away that shitty hair is going to go cover.
“I gotta get back to work. Give me your number.” He tosses his phone before you have a chance to react, the lock screen open as it bounces on your lap.
“What, so you can come save me again next time I’m stuck?”
Katsuki is serious when he looks at you, tightening the orange straps on his chest.
“So we can do this again sometime. Or, I dunno, I can take you on a fucking date if you want.”
You laugh and shrug, typing your name and number into his contacts.
“I’m off work tomorrow if you want to swing by, Dynamight.”
“Call me Katsuki, alright? And yeah, I’ll be by.”
You stand as he finishes making himself presentable, grenade gauntlets clicking back into place on his forearms. He grabs his phone from you and immediately texts you his name.
“Kiss me before you go?”
Your lashes are fluttering up at him, eyes sincere.
“God damn I did this all ass-backwards, didn’t I?” He scolds himself out loud, blowing hot air through his nose.
“You could’ve fucked me and left me,” you giggle, “next time we can catch up on everything we missed.”
He nods curtly, grabbing your face a bit too rough so he can crash his lips against yours. He’s brutal to prove a point, that he wants to kiss you, wants to do more than just take advantage of you. You respond in kind, nails scraping at his chest as you moan against him.
His phone rings again and he pulls away, sweaty palm musing through his hair as he stalks toward your front door.
“Tomorrow.”
He states it as a matter-of-fact. Tomorrow he will be back. Tomorrow he will fuck you again.
The summer air is more suffocating as he returns back to the streets, still resituating his costume and pulling at the crotch of his pants.
You’re fucking insane for letting him fuck you like that, but he’s worse for doing it.
Guilt builds on his shoulders as he stalks toward where he’s needed, only being relieved when he receives a text with your name on it.
1:45 a.m.: photo message
It’s a picture of your cunt, spread open by your fingers on your shitty little sofa. His cum still stains your folds, white is still dribbling out of your little hole.
He stops walking, stares down into the blue light of his screen as his mouth goes dry.
1:46 a.m.: photo message
Now it’s your tits, on full display below your shirt that you have pulled up between your teeth.
1:46 a.m.: I want your cock between them. Tomorrow.
Big thumbs type furiously, his brows locked together.
1:47 a.m.: You’re a fucking freak.
And so is he.
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Day 26 Bonus: Stuckage
pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader
word count: 2.2k
warnings: stuckage kink, reader gets stuck in a window & it has nothing to do with weight or size or whatever and everything to do with Kats being unable to help himself when you find yourself trapped, praise kink, mild degradation, light teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism sorta, daddy kink, nicknames used: princess, baby, & sweetheart, uhh if I missed any lemme know politely pls <3
notes: so..yeah. here’s another Kinktober post. even though it’s August lmao. maybe I’ll finish these by November ajdhdhs I’m sorry. these are all literally sitting in my drafts fully formatted, so I'm not changing them 😂
“Hey, babe?” You call in your sweetest voice to Katsuki, who is not-so-patiently waiting for you to retrieve the set of keys that you were so sure were right here in your bag.
“Yes, baby?” His tone borders on mocking as he stands there with his arms crossed, leaning against the car that he was hoping would’ve been open by now.
“What would you say if—hypothetically—the keys weren’t in my bag aaand I already locked the door on the way outta the house?”
“I would say that’d probably make you look like a pretty big asshole, considering that you swore they were in your bag. Hypothetically,” he adds with a shrug.
“Yeah..s’pose it would, huh?” You frown and stick your bottom lip out in a pout to answer the heavy sigh that falls from your lover’s lips.
“You’re not allowed to be in charge of the keys anymore,” he grumbles while strolling back over towards the door to lift up the plant where your spare key should be, but it isn’t there.
“We, uh..took that in to make an extra copy to give to your parents,” you gently remind him, physically feeling the frustration radiating off of Katsuki.
He closes his eyes and splays his hand over his face to pinch his temples, dragging his digits together as he rubs them over his eyes.
“And both of those keys are still sitting on my fuckin’ desk where I left ‘em.” He heaves a sigh and looks at you, shrugging against as his hands settle on his hips. “Whaddya wanna do? Should we call a locksmith?”
“Is this all it takes to put you in full blown dad mode?” You giggle, unable to help yourself as you take in his stance and all too serious demeanor, not that your boyfriend was much of the carefree type anyway. He narrows his eyes, rolling them while his mouth moves in a mocking gesture.
“It’s daddy to you, princess,” he teases, not-so-lightly swatting your behind and making you yelp as he strolls past you and starts walking around to the side of the house.
“Hey, wait! Where ya goin’?” You call after him as you scurry along.
“M’gonna check the back door. Maybe we left it open,” he explains with a shrug. It was doubtful, but worth a shot.
“Fuck,” he curses, trying the obviously locked back door one more time like it might make a difference. It doesn’t. He tousles his hair and goes to head back to the front of the house. “Locksmith it is, I guess.”
“Wait!” You bounce a little on your feet and he turns around to hear your bright idea. “What about a window? I bet the one in the kitchen is still unlocked. I can climb through it.”
“That could work.” He nods and pivots to head further into the backyard, making his way over to the aforementioned window with you on his heels.
He grabs the bottom and lifts up and, much to his relief, you were right about it being unlocked. He pushes the window up plenty high enough for you to crawl through and onto the counter that sits below it inside.
“Alright, c’mere, baby.” He curls his fingers, gesturing for you to come closer before he bends his knee and taps the outside of his thigh. “Grab the sill and step on my leg. I’ll help boost you up.”
You nod and step in front of the window, placing both hands on the windowsill and putting your foot up on his knee to help propel yourself up and through the window. Everything’s going according to plan. Until you lose your footing on his leg trying to give yourself enough of a push to crawl through. That awful feeling of falling washes over you for half a second before his strong hands find your hips, keeping you from falling backwards onto your ass when your feet touch the ground again.
“Motherfucker,” you sigh, closing your eyes as you take a moment and a breath to collect yourself. “Okay, let—ahh!”
You’re cut off by the sound of the window closing. Again, thanks to his heroic reflexes and reaction time, you’re spared from injury as he catches the window before it hits you. You breathe a massive sigh of relief, practically wilting in the window, which now you can no longer simply slip back out of.
“Babe, can you lift it back up, please?”
“I’m trying,” he mutters.
“What?”
“I said I’m trying,” he repeats, sounding frustrated, though you know it isn’t aimed at you. It’s aimed at the window that suddenly won’t budge an inch. “Damn thing’s fuckin’ jammed,” he gripes, heaving a sigh before his hands are on you, soothingly rubbing your back. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you reassure him. “I’m fine I just,” you sigh. “Don’t know what to do now. Who the hell do we call for this? I’m not letting the fire department find me this way,” you state as you shake your head and briefly imagine what an interesting interaction that might make for.
“I’m not either,” he scoffs, his eyes being drawn to your backside, which he had to admit looked especially great with you in this position.
“Try opening it again. Maybe you loosened it,” you suggest, turning your head to try and look over your shoulder at him, but the angle is rather awkward with how you’re trapped.
He tilts his head thoughtfully. It couldn’t hurt to try, but it certainly felt pretty well stuck. He leans over you and places his hands beneath the window again, trying in vain to lift it while his crotch presses right up against your backside.
“Are you really getting hard right now?” You can’t help but giggle, wiggling your ass against the bulge that you can feel growing in his pants.
“You’re bent over in front of me,” he mutters, grunting as he attempts again to shove the window upwards. “And looking pretty vulnerable, I might point out,” he adds with a smirk as he relents his attempts and instead runs his hands along your sides. “How the fuck am I not s’posed to be hard right now?”
His hands seize your hips, bringing you flush against him while he grinds his hips forward, You close your eyes and let out a quiet groan, feeling a pulse between your thighs.
“You wouldn’t take advantage of me in a position like this, would you?” You ask in a sultry tone, no doubt implying that you sincerely hoped that he just might.
“I wouldn’t say that, princess. You know how much I like seizing opportunities and this one seems too good to pass up.”
“Katsuki,” you whine his name, knowing full well that it makes all the blood in his body redirect to his dick.
“Fuck, baby,” he gruffs, already feeling his breathing shallow from the pure sense of need that you can still feel pressing into your backside. “You want it that bad, huh? Want me to take you just like this, where any of our nosy fuckin’ neighbors could peek over and see me drillin’ ya?”
“Yes, baby. Don’t just want it. I need it, daddy. Please,” you insist, writhing as much as you can in your compromised position.
“Shit,” he huffs the curse as he bunches your dress up over your hips, only pulling his hips away from your to appreciate the view.
He hooks a finger underneath the waistband of your panties and tugs, letting it snap back against your skin while his other palm takes a greedy handful of your ass.
“Still can’t fuckin’ believe someone as hot as you puts up with me,” he snorts, delivering a swift smack to your cheek before he soothes the ache with his palm.
“I could say the same,” you reply, shaking your ass and grinning when you hear him groan at the sight, but you’re growing impatient, so you poke at him a little. “Have you even got your dick out yet? I want you so bad, baby..”
“Patience, princess. M’gonna take care of ya. Lemme just look at’cha for a second, yeah?” Both of his hands grope your behind before he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your panties and pulls them aside. “Wanna appreciate all this before I ruin ya.”
His thumb parts your folds and you shiver, juices gushing onto his digit as he snickers.
“That worked up already, huh? Guess ya really do need me.”
You don’t need to see him to know he’s wearing his signature smug grin. His thumb finds your clit and he begins drawing it in slow circles, making you clutch to the wall inside the house.
“I do, I do. Please, daddy,” you whine, rocking your hips to chase the friction he offers you.
It’s gone a second later, but you hear the jingle of his belt coming undone and clench in anticipation while he frees his leaking cock.
“All this beggin’ sounds real good, baby. Gimme a little more and then you can have this,” he promises, letting you feel his rock hard erection as the head teases through your lips.
“Please,” you blurt the plea out, instantly complying in order to get what you need. What you crave. “I’ll do anything, baby. Want you inside me. Need you to fuck me. Want you to ruin me, daddy. Take this pussy. S’all yours. Always all yours.”
“Such an overachiever. S’what I love about you, princess,” he chuckles, giving you no notice before he lines up and bottoms out in a single thrust, stuffing you full with his impressive length.
“Fuck!”
You claw at the drywall beneath your fingers, pressing your hands to the surface to hang on as he begins to thrust, showing little mercy to your drooling cunt.
“Goddamn you feel good. You’re really into this, aren’tcha? Like being stuck and lettin’ me use your pussy like I wanna?”
“Y-yeah. Oh fuck, yeah, daddy. U-use me. Oh my God, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
You’re babbling now, too far gone already with the way his cock moves inside you, deliciously dragging along your walls as the tip finds that special, velvety spot inside you and starts knocking into it over and over and over again.
“M’not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not ‘til you’re creamin’ on my cock. You ain’t gonna last long, are ya? Fuckin’ squeezing me so tight already. Shit.”
“Mm-mm. N-no. Feels too—haa—s’too good, baby.”
And he’s right, of course. That white hot heat burns in your belly, searing you from the inside out as it builds and spreads, spiraling out of control as he continues to snap his hips, offering you no mercy now as you rocket towards your orgasm.
It hits you like a freight train, making you scream as you slump over the sill of the window, simply trying to hang onto the structure as your cries echo around the empty kitchen. You don’t even notice the way that the window seems heavier on your spine now.
“Good girl,” he grunts, breathing labored from his efforts as he keeps it up, sprinting towards his own undoing. “So fuckin’ good. Pussy’s too fuckin’ good, baby.”
He doesn’t even falter when he finds his release. If anything, he moves faster, willfully pummeling your poor, abused cunt as he fills you to the brim until the mixture of your essences begin to seep out as your own name falls from his lips, ringing in your ears through the haze you find yourself floating through. He looks down, entranced by the vision of his cum being pulled from and pushed inside of your again and again.
“Fuck,” he pants, sweat dripping from his brow and landing on your exposed lower back. He watches the bead trail along your heated skin to mingle with the rest of the fluids joined between your bodies.
A whimper is all that you can manage as he withdraws himself and leans over you, a decisively more gentle touch skimming along your sides before he begins rubbing your back and feathering kisses along your spine.
“You okay, baby?” His tone is as soft as his touch as he restores your modesty, dipping down to return your panties to their rightful place before he reaches for the hem your dress and pulls it back down.
“Mhm,’ you hum, blissfully content as you continue coming down from your soaring high.
“Good.” He continues rubbing your back, working up to your shoulders when his hand nudges the window and he realizes that it’s finally budged. “Well, shit,” he chuckles, reaching over you to lift the window up, freeing you from your entrapment.
“Hmm?” You feel the pressure lift off of your back and step back from the window, shaking your head as a smile graces your features. “Well, I guess that works out.”
“Think you still have the strength to crawl through?” He grins, a little smug and a lot handsome as he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he rubs your arm.
“Gimme a minute.” You laugh quietly, closing your eyes as you wind your arms around his and rest your head upon his broad chest, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt to inhale his cologne.
“Take all the time you need, princess. I’m good right here,” he murmurs into your hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
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Toby noncon stuckage ?
my original idea was for ready to get themselves stuck somehow, and for toby to find them and say he’s going to get help. how oddly selfless of him! reader hears him walk away, but then it’s all quiet. that is, until someone starts touching their back…
halfway through the brutal fucking reader starts to call out to toby to please, help them, they can’t take anymore! but what poor little reader doesn’t know is that it’s toby’s cock pounding into them at this very moment, and it’s taking everything in him not to moan, especially when reader’s calls for help start to melt into needy mewling.
reader passes out after they cum and wakes up to toby holding them, and he’ll subsequently gaslight them into thinking it was all a dream they had after they passed out waiting for him to come back.
buuuut….
someone DID suggest toby being the one stuck, which is an interesting role reversal, though i haven’t quite found a concept i like with it yet.
i’m open to hearing ideas though
[if you wanna see more ideas like this you can find the list here]
#tw noncon#i’ve got mail!#stuckage#fic idea#fic ideas#ticci toby creepypasta#ticci toby smut#ticci toby#creepypasta#ticci toby x reader#creepypasta smut
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I know we've gotten that good stuck fic with subby stepbro!Leon, but I need to know the reactions he and stepbro!Leon would react if you were stuck in the washing machine
Like, it's literally impossible to get stuck in there, but I for some reason need to know 😭
And reminder to take care of yourself love!!! (is it okay I call you that?)
The cat pic! ASDSFDL 🤭
And seriously I love stuckage but why is the washing machine the trope 😭 but I’ll try my best friend, reader will be magically stuck in there somehow haha 🫡
Aww thank you 🥹 I’m doing that now! Taking it easy and trying to stay offline a little more, writing whatever I feel like and posting what I want haha. And it’s perfectly fine to call me that! I’m chill 🥶 😝 (18+ under the cut pls and thx 🙏)
Stepbro Leon:
Hears some weird noise as he’s walking into the kitchen and so follows it til he comes to the laundry room. And sees you, lower half dangling over the washing machine
“What the hell are you doing?”
Your voice echoes weirdly since it’s coming out of the machine itself, “I got stuck, help pull me out.”
You just hear him snicker to himself and then feel him press up against your body.
“You’ve gotta say it, this is too good of an opportunity to pass up.”
“What the hell are you talking about, get me out of here!” You try to kick your legs but it’s too awkward.
His voice goes falsetto, “Please help me stepbro, I’m stuck.”
“Fuck off,” you snap at him, feeling frustrated, “if you won’t help me go find someone else, asshole.”
He clicks his tongue, “That’s no way to ask nicely.”
“Please, big brother,” your voice drones sardonically, sounding even dryer with the metallic echo, “I need your help.”
He sighs, “You’re no fun, seriously. But…”
He doesn’t say anything but you feel him tugging your shorts down your legs, “Maybe this might help you out.”
His fingers slide under the band of your panties and start to softly circle your clit. You whine and clamp your legs shut but it only makes him laugh and tease your slit, fingers dipping into your hole.
“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he groans, slipping two fingers into your pussy easily finding the spongy spot along the front of your cunt to rub against.
You moan as he slides his fingers out and you feel the hot tip of his cock pressing into your hole in their place. Both of you groan as he sinks his dick into your pussy, quickly pulling out to slowly fuck back into your fluttering walls.
“Slutty fucking pussy,” his big hands wrap around your hips as he snaps his hips into your ass, “so fucking good.”
“Leon,” you mewl, crying out when his slick covered fingers find your clit again and start to slowly circle the sensitive bud.
“Yeah, cum on my cock and I’ll help you out, little sis,” he laughs.
It feels like he keeps you on the cusp of orgasm for forever, every time your cunt clamps around his dick he eases off from teasing your clit until you’re whining and gasping, pleading with him to cum.
“Ready to get all filled up, baby sis? Want big brother to cream your hot fucking cunt? Yeah y’do,” he grunts, hips thrusting into your squelching hole as he rubs your clit in harsh circles.
“Please, wanna cum, please big brother, please,” you gasp out, a low keening whine spilling out of your mouth to echo around you as Leon rubs across your clit just right, making your orgasm overtake your body.
Leon curses under his breath as your body shakes and tightens up around his cock until it feels like he’s fucking into a vice grip. A few more thrusts and he’s burying himself deep into your spasming walls, cock spurting hot cum into your pussy as it milks him. Once he’s soft enough, he pulls out with a low hiss, quickly snapping your panties and shorts over your ass so nothing drips out of you. He reaches around your shoulders and maneuvers your arms and shoulders until you’re stumbling back into his chest.
He slaps your ass as he heads out of the room, smirking at you, “Next time just say you want fucked, don’t gotta get stuck for me.”
Subby stepbro:
Is already actually looking around the house trying to find you. So imagine his surprise to see your ass hanging out of the washing machine as soon as he goes into the laundry room.
“Uhh, do you need help?”
You laugh but it sounds strained, “Yes, I’ve been trying to get out of here for longer than I’d like to admit.”
He bites his lip as he actually looks at you. You’re only wearing skimpy panties and a baggy shirt (makes sense to him that you’d be doing laundry then). But he can see the outline of your fat pussy lips and it’s making him stupid. Walking up to you, his hand skates up your thighs until his thumbs are spreading open your pussy until your underwear barely cover your hole.
“Leon,” your shaky voice makes him groan.
“Let me just—“ he stops talking to dip down and lick your cunt through the thin panties.
“Leon!” You gasp out, “fuck, this is so, ngh!”
He’s yanking your panties off, mouth going right back to licking into your cunt. Moaning, he licks and mouths along your pussy lips, sucking them into his mouth as he moves up to your clit. He sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, running his tongue over the hood before flicking across your clit. You can hear clothes shuffling and then Leon’s pulling away only to push the fat head of his cock into your soaked hole. You squeal as he buries his thick cock into your pussy, feeling overly stretched out and full.
“Fuck, just needed to feel your pussy, big sis,” he grunts, rocking his hips deeper into you, “so sexy, bent over with your hot little cunt just there for me to take, fuck.”
He groans and starts a quick and hard tempo, humping against your ass as his cock bullies into your pussy over and over. You’re only able to whine and moan as your stuck taking Leon’s fat cock deep into your cunt. His hand slips to the front of your hips and he teases across your slippery clit.
“Big sis,” he pants, drooling against your back as he thrusts harder, “gonna cum in you, god, want you to cum all over my cock so I can creampie your pretty pussy.”
“God, yes,” you gasp, “right there, keep fucking me like that—‘m gonna cum.”
Leon whines and bites your shirt as his cock knocks against your cervix and rubs across your g-spot. He hammers against the spongy spot in your cunt until your toes are curling as you cum hard around his dick, walls spasming and milking him rhythmically.
“Feel s’good,” he moans, thrusting so hard to bury his cock deep into your pussy it shifts the washing machine dislodging you.
He only grabs your upper body and presses you down as he rails your pussy, finally pressing tight against your body as he spurts hot ropes of sticky cum all in your stuffed hole.
He pulls out with a groan, quickly pulls his sweats up, and grabs you up in a bridal carry.
“Gotta get you to a bed,” he murmurs as he presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek, “need you so bad.”
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Ok so I have a thot. If Obito can do the warp thingy, can be warp half of you and like oops! stuckage scenario. What a pathetic way for Madara to find your other half 😏
this is such a good thought nonny wtf!!!!
madara doesn’t like it when obito messes with you; you’re the uchiha leader’s wife—not some toy to be trifled with. obito, however, is constantly pushing the boundaries of your relationship. he wants to see how much he can get away with.
when madara comes home from a particularly grueling meeting and finds the bottom half of your body bent over the edge of the couch, he’s none too pleased. he knows it’s obito’s doing. but his displeasure quickly morphs into interest as he approaches your body.
your skirt is bunched up around your waist. and while your underwear is still on, he can see that it’s soaked, your arousal dripping onto the arm of the couch. what madara can’t see for certain, but what he can surmise, is that obito has trapped your upper half inside his kamui.
madara is of course correct. obito has two fingers shoved in your mouth that you’re drooling all over while he nips and sucks at your breasts. it feels like he’s been at it forever, and you keep whining around his fingers to just fuck me already; but he just presses his fingers further into your mouth in response.
besides: he orchestrated this little rendezvous, anticipating that your husband would discover your cute ass and soaked cunt on display. when you feel large hands running over your hips, your eyes widen and you let out a delicious squeak. as madara lines up his heavy cock with your pulsing heat, obito is already smearing his tip against your lips.
being fucked by two men in two different dimensions is a unique experience, to say the least ;-)
#ummm i did not anticipate to write this much! it just happened!!!#tw stuckage#madara uchiha#obito uchiha#naruto smut#༄ kae’s mailbox#coming up with a new tag for them…#madaobi <3
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bakugou the kinda guy to make fun of me when i call him in to help me get my piercings unstuck from shit
that bitch would be CACKLING every time, and every time he gets the text saying “can you come here please?” he just responds with “stuck again?” bc he Knows you don’t ask that nicely unless you need his help again
#i will ELABORATE with MAYBE SOME STUCKAGE SMUT LMAO#i once got stuck in my wardrobe bc my industrial got caught in the lace of a shirt#and i actually like had to call a friend to come help me#and she came in#immediately left to go get her phone to take a photo and shame me#「kat <3」#「mercury thoughts」
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𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫
𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩.
𝐭𝐰 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫?
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟐.𝟔𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐤
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦? 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝? 𝐧𝐨. 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 @/𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝟔𝟔𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 @/𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧
Bar cleaned…check. Dusting the common rooms…check. Floors swept…check. Activities for tomorrow's exercise laid out for Charlie…check.
The feather at the end of the quill tickles your chin as you double check your worklist for this evening. Your eyes scan all the way down to… Room 304 needs to be cleaned. The last thing on your list.
The clock strikes 2am, a reminder of how late it is, but you don’t mind. You liked to clean, especially at night time. You liked to help, it’s only a plus that this job gives you peace. Doing your duties at night gives you more time with the friends you’ve created at the hotel during the day. And you had to admit it to yourself, you’re really enjoying the hotel now.
Who knew that after a couple months, you’d be a part of this family and can call this place your home, a safe haven even.
Picking up your caddy of cleaning supplies and a broom, you head to your last assignment of the night.
You’re not exactly sure why this room needed to be cleaned today - it doesn’t look half bad. Some dusting here and there along with a good sweep should do it. So, you begin.
“Top to bottom!” Alastors static voice rings through your head. He’s been a great deal of help ever since you’ve been living here, guiding you through cleaning, exercises that Charlie and Vaggie have you do, taking large items from your arms to carry for you and putting things away for you… to think of it, he’s always been around. A hum and smile catches your lips. It’s nice to finally feel important, to have friends by your side.
Thoroughly, you wipe down the desk, the wardrobe, re-fluff the pillows and bedding, clean the mirror and now it’s time for the floors, just like you were taught.
Making a pile of dust in the middle of the room, you begin to sweep underneath the furniture the best you can. However, this bed is ginormous, the broom won’t slide to the places you need them to. Not like you can move the bed on your own anyways, but this job needs to be done. You hate half-assing shit.
Getting down on your hands and knees, you take a look at what's beneath the bed and see a large wadded up dust bunny, right in the center.
Fuck.
The beds high enough off the ground that you could fit right? Just shimmy right under there and grab it. Then you’ll be done for the night.
Laying your belly flat on the floor, you wiggle your way underneath the bed, stretching your arm outward to grab the dust bunny- just a little closer-
You slide yourself inch by inch until your right sleeve snags on the spring.
“Oh shoot-” You mumble, trying to pull your arm out of the spring, but it’s useless. You try to slide backwards out from underneath the bed, but it's got you in its hold. Removing your shirt is useless too as it's a button up, and it’s tight fitting- the fabric is thick, you can’t rip it for the life of you.
You grunt, wiggling your legs to try to free yourself to no avail. This is hopeless. You tug and twist, trying all the angles you can to let yourself free.
You’re so occupied that you don't even notice the figure standing at the doorway, ears at attention, head cocked to the side dressed in a cheshire grin that only grows as he watches you struggle.
“Ah! What do we have here? I thought I heard something.” That familiar radio voice fills the room and has you stilling.
“Oh, Alastor, thank god you’re here. I’m stuck, my sleeve is caught on somet-”
“My dear, I do see that you’re in quite the predicament.”
Quite the predicament indeed.
“Yes, can you help me? I can’t move much,” you say, voice muffled under the bed. Tugging your arm roughly against the metal.
“It would be my pleasure, darling.” He hums, “Just relax, dear, or you’ll ruin your uniform if you keep doing that. Although, you could use sewing lessons.”
You still again, not wanting to rip your shirt.
His cane taps the floor before the wooden door to the room softly shuts with a click.
“No need to worry, I’m here to help, my dear. Though you were making such a ruckus I thought something more serious happened to you.”
The radio demon drags his gaze from your shoes, up your legs, the bottom of your skirt and then up to your waist, where the top half of your body is underneath the bed.
“You’re not usually up this late.” He comments.
“Was just trying to clean this room, it was the last thing on my list,” you slump, forehead resting on your free arm.
Alastor’s ear twitches. “Well, let me help you get out of here so you can rest your pretty little head in bed.”
You sign in relief, expecting the demon to snap his fingers to free you in an instant. But nothing comes.
You wait a few more seconds, “Alastor?”
He doesn’t give a response.
“Did you leave? I really don’t want to be stuck here all nig-”
A foot kicks your right foot wide, then your left. Embarrassment creeps up your neck and you're quick to shut your legs together before your skirt exposes you. You hear a thud behind you and in the next second, hands wrapping around your ankles to force your legs open again.
“I don’t need to help you, dear. I could leave you here all night or even a week,” Alastor’s claws glide up your leg, and with a quick movement, your tights rip as your calf. “Do as I instruct.”
“You’re sure this will h-”
He tugs roughly at your ankles again, jerking you back as your sleeve pulls at your arm even more now. “Do as I instruct. I won’t repeat myself again.” The static in his voice roars for a moment.
So you go limp. You’re at the complete mercy of the radio demon.
Alastors eyes are dark and completely fixated on your body. He lifts a brow, “What a pleasure tonight to see you so helpless. Is that what you feel right now?” He cocks his head to the side, “hopeless and unable to move, my dear? Does it scare you? It seems dark under there.”
His knuckles skim your legs clad with sheer tights, up and up until he reaches the bottom on your skirt, now exposing just a peek of your ass. Alastors smile wrinkles, exposing his gums. He’s absolutely delighted with the treat you gave him tonight.
His fingers gently lift the skirt over your ass, exposing your panties.
“Red? Oh dear, that’s my favorite color! Did you wear these just for me tonight? Darling, I’m flattered.”
“Alastor-” you gasp. Was he toying with you? Does he think this is funny? The tangy taste of mortification swells in your throat. You’re too afraid to move, you just pray he doesn’t hurt you. Everything about this is surprising you, he’s never acted out of sorts before.
Your thoughts are silenced as Alastor rips a hole in the tights between your legs, and with a flick of his clawed pinky, your panties are torn in half as well.
“Wait,” you whisper.
The air in the room bites at your now exposed cunt, making you shutter. Your legs twitch, begging to be closed, but Alastor drags a knuckle against your slick opening. He ignores your soft plea.
“Everyone is sound asleep right now, I think it’s safe to say that you’re lucky I came to your rescue! What would you do if I wasn't so devoted to this hotel?” He coos, body hovering over your legs.
To your surprise, a finger traces soft little circles at your bundle of nerves. Despite how uncomfortable the position you’re in right now, your body is responding so well to Alastor. It’s confusing. It’s a complete shock, you never thought your friend who’s helped you this whole time-
He hums as you ever-so-slightly grind your hips to the movements he's making at your clit. Pleasure washes over your body, giving into him. You don’t know if it’s out of fear or out of pleasure. You’re melting into him, despite what your brain thinks.
“You’d be, well,” his finger plunges deep into your pussy, “stuck! Ha ha!” He laughs as you gasp out loud by the intrusion.
His finger curls inside you, taking small but deep pumps inside you. You feel another finger knocking against your clit with every thrust. He takes his time at first, one hand gripping the flesh at the back of your thigh, as the other slowly quickens his pace to assault your cunt.
“A beautiful sight.” He hums.
You buck into him, following his movement, as you cover your mouth with your arm. The room echoes with the sound of your wetness clicking. With every movement he makes on you, you're terrified of making the slightest noise, not knowing how he’d handle you then.
“Hm, you’re too quiet down there, my dear. Am I not making you feel good?” He removes his finger from you painfully quick, making you feel empty in an instant. Unsure of what he wants, you open your mouth to begin answering him until a slick finger forces its way into your mouth.
“This stays uncovered, you hear me? I need every person in this hotel to hear you break.” He taps the inside of your cheek. “Suck.”
Your lips suck your own juices off his finger, making a mess of yourself as spit covers his hand that covers the rest of your face. Pulling his finger out of your mouth, he finds real estate under your hip, guiding your waist so your ass is up and fully exposed to him.
Alastor’s ears twitch before they lay flat against his head. He doesn’t make haste unbuckling his belt and taking himself out of his pants as he’s completely fixated upon your glistening cunt. He exposes himself just enough to free his cock. Patience is a virtue, but he needs you- now.
“I’m going to fucking breed you.” His voice glitches loud in your ears even though he’s not under here with you. Giving himself one-two-three pumps, his other hand snakes under to your belly, keeping you in this exposed position for him. Just for him.
In one quick thrust, his entire cock fills you to the brim. He’s stretched you in an instant, and you gasp for air. The muggy, dusty air underneath this bed fills your lungs. With the way Alastor’s hands never leave your body causes a fire under your skin makes you hazy. Every second, every pinch, grab and knead, his hands are there, burning into you, never giving you a break.
Your face feels flushed and your body is melting. It’s getting difficult to breathe. Every part of your body wants to split apart and Alastor doesn’t take a second to let you adjust. Reeling his hips back slowly only to thrust inside you again.
“Hmph- oh god-” You whimper for the first time. And this is absolute music to Alastor’s ears- once he hears you whimpering, his claws dig into the flesh of your ass.
“Who knew that you’d be the perfect toy for me? You’re fitting me so well!”
Moans slip past your lip as his thrusts pick up to a pace that’s painfully deep now, fucking into you faster and faster. Your slick makes it so easy to slide his cock in and out, all the way out to the tip and plunging to the hilt. It drives him haywire.
“Seeing you at the mercy of me is such a pleasure. And you can’t do anything! Ha ha!”
The knot in your belly tightens. Your walls clamp down onto his cock and as if Alastor knows, his hand snakes down to your clit.
“This right here feels better when I do this, yes?” His eyes burn into your back and you feel it without even seeing him. You give him a whimper of a yes.
His fingers are firm and circle around your nerves with a fast rhythm. Your mouth slacks open as your eyebrows furrow.
The smile on Alastors face grows wider as his antlers protrude out of his head. His body grows bigger, taking half of his demon form and using that strength to thrust violently into you. His eyes are mesmerized at the way your skin jiggles with every pump of his cock.
Your moans grow louder for him, “Alastor, please,” you beg.
As if he knew what you needed, his fingers pressed against your clit more, his body towering over the lower half of your form, “Give yourself to me, cum.”
With that, the tightness in your belly releases with a flash of white blurring your visions. You repeat his name like a mantra, unable to say anything else, hips unintentionally grinding into him as you ride out your high. Alastor continues to fuck you through your orgasm, but he needs more.
“Such a lovely, good girl you are. Now-” With one quick movement, Alaster pulls you roughly backwards, with no resistance from the spring at all now. He must’ve removed it…
Your face drags along the floor and you’re quickly turned on your back.
“No time for comfortability now darling, I’m going to fill you right here.” He places a chaste kiss on your forehead. You drag your gaze up to the demon, whose eyes are blown wide. His snarl is unhinged as he looks down at you. Antlers almost as wide as this room now tower over your form. With a growl, Alastor presses your knees to your chest as he swiftly plunges his cock back into you. Your face lolls to the side, but you keep his stare through wet, thick lashes.
“That look on your face brings me such pleasure, sweet girl.”
His clawed hand wraps around your jaw, forcing eye contact as his thrusts are becoming sloppy.
“I’m going to breed you so deep,” he promises, “that imps all the way in the Sloth Ring will smell me on you.” Smoke engulfs the room. Alastor’s eyes hold that promise and glow.
“Who owns you?” He glitches, voice so deep it rumbles the hotel.
He gives a sharp thrust as the grip on your jaw tightens- a warning.
“Y-you, Alastor! Yours, ‘m all yours.” You babble through blurry eyes, your body experiencing euphoria all because of him. The demon's shadow crawl up the wall behind him, exposing sharp teeth and hollow eyes.
“Mine.” He growls.
With both hands shooting down and bruising your waist, Alastor thrusts one last time to the hilt and fills you up. His cock pulses deep inside you kissing your cervix, cum painfully filling you up before oozing down along his shaft.
After a moment, he pulls out to admire his work. His eyes burn into your pussy as cum drips out of your cunt and pools on the floor.
“Stunning.” He hums. His fingers come up to pull apart your pussy, watching every drop of cum spill out of you.
“You look ravishing, dear.” Alastor moves over you, hands gently clasping around your head. You return his stare. His eyes are back to normal now with no antlers to be seen.
“I’m afraid that once I’ve had a taste, I cannot stop.” His thumb traces your jaw. “Good thing you belong to me now, darling.”
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꒷♡꒷ STUCK!
♰ featuring: nagi seishiro + shidou ryusei (separate) [blue lock]
♰ note: thank you all so much for supporting my last work as much as you did. it really means so much to me that people genuinely enjoy my writing and my content! now, as my second-ever work, i would appreciate it greatly if you would continue to support my work by reading, liking, and reblogging! also, I tried to make their sections as even as possible, but i'm a ryusei simp so uhhh enjoy!
sypnosis: in which you find yourself stuck in a rather precarious position and your boyfriend decides to "help" you. not without proper payment first, though.
wc: 3.4k
content/trigger warning(s): 18+. SMUT. fem/fem-bodied reader. stuckage. shidou is a warning on his own. accidental choki abuse (nagi). dry humping. degradation. unprotected sex. rough sex. creampie/breeding. spanking. name-calling/dirty talk (ryusei). ꒷꒦
NAGI SEISHIRO.
It was a normal weekend, unlike any other. It was just before noon, and you were cleaning your and Seishiro’s shared apartment while he was at the gym with Reo. You were diligently working to remove the accumulated dust from your wooden dresser with a disinfectant wipe that had a coconut scent when, all of a sudden, your hand bumped into something rather hard.
“Choki!!”
You shrieked, watching in horror as your boyfriend’s beloved potted cactus flew off of the dresser and knocked into the wall behind it. Everything moved in slow motion, and you could only gawk in horror as the pot spun once, twice, and then tumbled behind the dresser. You grimaced inwardly, awaiting the sound of shattering ceramics and the dull shuffling of displaced dirt, but it never came. Instead, the sound of the pot sliding down the wall and "gracefully" hitting the floor was heard instead.
With baited breath, you grabbed your phone, turning it to flashlight mode. You used it as a visual aid as you peered behind the dresser to assess the damage, sighing with relief when you saw Choki, Seishiro’s child, lying almost undisturbed between the wall and the backboard of the dresser.
Now here comes the difficult part, moving the dresser.
Kicking off your fuzzy house slippers to give yourself some traction, you grabbed the back end of one side and mustered all of your strength to shove the heavy thing out of the way—slowly, of course. Choki’s life was at stake here. However, you were only able to move the heavy thing out of the way just enough so that you could slip part of your body inside to reach for the plant. It was still a very tight fit.
Getting on your knees, you maneuvered between the tiny space you created, squeezing your arms, shoulders, and ribcage between them until the tension finally gave way at your waist. Breathing out in relief, your fingertips finally managed to grace the pot’s edge, pulling it into your grasp.
“Got . . . cha . . !”
You tried to shuffle backward, but you couldn’t. Attempting once more, you would come to realize that the dresser and the wall had some sort of death grip on your hips, rooting you in place. You were stuck. Trapped. And Nagi wouldn’t be home for another 30 minu—
“Y/N, what are you doing?”
You breathed, overjoyed at your boyfriend’s sudden voice. He always had the habit of moving in complete silence, despite his massive size. You hadn’t even heard him come home.
“Sei, oh, thank god! C-Can you pull me out? I think I’m stuck!”
You could barely make out the sound of his soft footsteps padding against the wooden floor as he made his way over to you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he stood behind you, yet he made no effort to save you just yet.
“How did you even manage to do something like this?”
His confused tone held an unamused lilt, one that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“I was cleaning the dresser, and I accidentally knocked Choki over. They’re fine! B-But I can’t get out . . .”
Still nothing.
Was he mad? Disappointed? Since you could not see him, you could not tell. You were aware, though, that his gaze was "burning" into you. You shifted, partially in discomfort, as you made a point to wiggle your hips so that he could focus on the task at hand. As a result, you could hear him drawing in a sharp breath through his teeth. Before you could ask him what he was doing, you felt him kneel behind you. His two strong hands came into contact with the exposed skin around your hips, where your shirt was rising. He did not pull, though. The opposite happened; you felt him pressing against you, his bulge delightfully nestling against your folds through your thin pajama shorts.
“Seishiro?!”
He effectively silenced your confused warble in exchange for a surprised squeal when his open palm placed a firm smack on one of your cheeks. All the while, he shamelessly ground himself against your core, stating, “That was for Choki." You swore that you could hear the pout in his voice when he spoke.
“Removing you would be a hassle. Besides, I’m tired.”
B-But what about me?!
You wanted to protest, however, you refrained. You felt his lithe fingers pinch the fabric just over your clit as he pulled it to the side, resting it against your ass and exposing your pretty folds to his prying eyes. You heard his hands rustling with his sweatpants and boxers before you felt him tapping the pretty pink-flushed tip of his cock, which you loved so much, against your sensitive bud causing you to keen and your toes to curl.
“Wish you could see how pretty you look right now.” He mumbled, teasingly pressing the head of his cock against your entrance a few times, but never pushing in fully.
“I-If you got me out, Sei, then maybe I could . .” Your voice was unsteady as your anticipation began to build in the form of your puffy folds beginning to leak for him, the lewd sounds of it squelching around his tip echoing in your quiet room.
He answered you with silence and actions rather than with words. In one swift motion, he pushed entirely into you, and without waiting for you to adjust, he began to thrust his hips into you at a steady pace. You clenched around him, nails scratching against the backboard of the dresser, the wall, the floor—anything to brace yourself from your boyfriend’s fervent pace. Once he got started, he wouldn’t stop until he spilled entirely inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum.
“S-Sei, it’s too much!” You mewled, yet your body writhed with pleasure. You always said this, and yet, he knew you could take it. You've done it many times before. That’s why he reached further into the space you had created to bunch up the back of your his shirt and used it as leverage as though he were pulling your hair to pummel into you faster and deeper. Your ass rhythmically pounded on his pelvis, sending a lewd ringing through your own ears as it echoed off the bedroom walls. Something about this precarious situation you were in mixed with the feeling of Seishiro’s cock hitting those sweet spots inside of you, enthralled you more than usual. You were close and he could feel it.
“Gonna cum f’me, already?” He grunted as his other hands squeezed your hip, their blunt nails digging into your flesh. His moans were heavenly, a sound you longed to hear, as your walls fluttered around him. The hand that was on your hip pressed itself against the edge of the dresser, shoving it effortlessly to the side and thus freeing you from your confines. Although he appeared so unsuspecting, Seishiro’s strength, when he decided to use it, was frightening. Your lower half fell to the ground, your breasts and cheek smushing against the wooden floors as you felt his soft fingertips rubbing fast, furious circles around your clit.
“Oh my god, S-Sei, I-I’m gonna—”
“C’mon, make a mess for me, pretty.”
You did exactly that, creaming delightfully around his cock while mewing in ecstasy. Before long, you could feel Sei's hot seed bursting inside of you and filling up your pretty pussy to the brim, as well as his hips stuttering against you. Both of you were panting as he pulled out of you, your releases dribbling out of you and pooling beneath you onto the floor.
You finally managed to get off your sore knees and elbows as you turned to face your lover with trembling limbs. It was at this point that you noticed Seishiro's eyes, which were burning with something fierce and unknown, were boring into your own. His eyes resembled that hungry expression he would have when his ego started to rule him on the field.
“Let’s do it again, Y/N. On the bed this time.”
God, he was going to be the death of you someday.
SHIDOU RYUSEI.
You had a rather eventful day. Starting off leisurely in the morning, you and your boyfriend Ryusei enjoyed a pleasant brunch together before deciding to head out to the beach that day. You had to pick a spot with some privacy because Ryusei insisted he was only there to “freshen up his tan”, which required him to be in the nude, while you were there to enjoy his prescene, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, and the sensation of sand between your toes. Only a short while ago, the two of you finally arrived home. Ryusei was currently taking his own shower, as you had already finished yours.
Relaxing on the couch in nothing more than an oversized shirt and your panties, you had decided to turn on some Netflix with the intention of finding either a good or a fun-bad horror flick to watch, when all of a sudden, the slippery lotion residue on your hands caused the remote to slip from your grasp and tumble onto the floor and skid beneath the coffee table. You groaned, head tossing back with exasperation, as this minor inconvenience was nearly enough to ruin your entire night and make you not even want to watch a movie anymore. Nonetheless, you sulked off the couch and sank to your knees, searching for the offending culprit beneath the coffee table. Somehow, it had managed to slide to the other side of the room, mocking you as it lay motionless between the walkway in the middle of the coffee table and the television. Any normal person would’ve simply gotten up and walked around the table to retrieve it, however, you were not like most people. I mean, look at your taste in men, for starters. Not to mention, you’re incredibly stubborn.
Instead, you crept beneath the table's glass top and between the second shelf, stretching your slender fingers as far as they could reach until they touched the black exterior of the remote. However, it was a little too far away for you to grasp, and your touch, combined with your wooden floors, only served to push it further away from you. You swore, glaring at the thing as though it had just offended your loved one, huffing in defeat as you decided to rise and walk to the remote.
But you couldn’t.
Your brow furrowed in perplexity as you placed one palm flat on the ground and the other on the surface beneath you, attempting but failing to push yourself back. You were wedged between the table's glass top and bottom shelves, flat on your chest. The more you wiggled, the further you seemed to wedge yourself in between the two surfaces that held you taut.
You stopped, dumbfounded. As much as you dreaded calling Ryusei for help because you knew he would taunt you endlessly instead of helping you . . . you did not have many other options.
“Ah, Ryu!!” Your voice carried through the hallways, hoping that he was out of the shower to hear you yell.
“. . . Yeah, babe?”
His voice made your heart lurch in your chest. You were already debating whether you should just say nevermind and try to wiggle out on your own, or put your pride aside and ask for his assistance. In the end, the latter would be victorious.
“Could . . . Could you come here for a second? . . . Please.” Your plea was quiet, your cheeks already burning with shame as you awaited your impending doom.
You raised your gaze towards the master bedroom, where he was currently. How cruel fate was to put you in a position where you would be forced to watch him approach. Each second felt like an eternity until you heard the soft padding of Shidou's feet leaving the carpeted bedroom to shuffle along the wooden floors, only to abruptly pause.
Sheepishly, you peeked up at him through your lashes to where he stood, chest bare, droplets of water dripping from his unstyled hair and body, a towel that he used for his hair wrapped around his shoulders, and a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. His face was expressionless, his fuchsia oculars taking in the scene before them in silence. Your shy, embarrassed gaze, the position of you between the coffee table, and the cursed remote only inches away from his own feet.
“—You’re stuck, aren’t you?”
How you wished you were facing the other way to avoid seeing the way that maniacal grin that nearly resembled the Joker's formed on his face and how his cat-like eyes narrowed at you in amusement at your misfortune.
“ . . Yes.”
He barked out a laugh at you, his head tossed back in sheer, unabashed mania, much to your chagrin. Even though you knew this would happen, your cheeks couldn’t help but burn with frustration and shame. “I know, very funny. Now, could you help me out here, please? My knees are getting sore.”
Despite your whines, his mockery would continue, his large hands grasping both ends of the towel that rested on his shoulders as he waltzed over to you leisurely. “Hmm, I dunno, babe~.” He continued walking until he crouched right before you, his legs spread wide enough for you to see that he was already semi-hard beneath the fabric. Of course, he would be aroused by your misfortune. Tearing your gaze away from his manhood, which was only inches away from your face, you peered up at him only to see him grinning mercilessly down at you with mischief twinkling in his eye. “I gotta admit, I like this view of you. How’d ya know doggy was my favorite position~?”
Probably because you’ve put me in it multiple times before, asshole. You wouldn’t say that, though. You didn’t want to prolong your torment any further.
“Ryuseii.” You whined, mustering your best pitiful glance in an attempt to draw even an ounce of sympathy from your demon of a lover. “Please?” You tried with a pout.
You couldn’t tell if your attempt worked, however, with the way Ryusei’s feral grin would reduce to a playful smirk, you figured that you have gotten through to him. He raised his hand, patting your head twice and making sure to tousle your hair while he was at it. “I’ll see what I can do, cutie.”
He made a move to rise to his feet but paused mid-squat, “No promises, though.”
You waited until he was out of your view to roll your eyes at him, hands bracing themselves against the floor as you awaited to be freed from this nightmare. Ryusei sank to his knees behind you, humming aloud as though he were trying to make a big play out of figuring out how to get you out—or how you got there to begin with. His slender digits grasped at your waist, tugging halfheartedly. You knew better than anyone that Ryusei was capable of hoisting you into the air and tossing you around as though you were nothing. That being said, it was beyond obvious to you that he was obviously making a poor attempt on purpose.
“Wow, I dunno, Y/N. You see pre-tty wedged in here . . Maybe this’ll help.”
You had no idea when he had the opportunity to do it, but he had dropped his towel somewhere along the way, and you could feel him rubbing his semi-hard on against your panty-clad ass and making your clothed folds the focal point of attack.
“Ryusei—!” In frustration and arousal, you laboriously dragged out the syllables of his name. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you knew that something like this was coming.
“Mm, yeah, keep saying my name just like that, baby.” He sighed blissfully, shamelessly now humping himself onto you until he was full mast, his hardened shaft twitching excitedly between your pillowy ass cheeks while his blushed tip beaded with pre. “Hah, shit, that’s it. ‘Could cum right now, all over ya’. You want that, angel? Want me to paint this pretty ass—” He paused, raising his palm high into the air before bringing it down unforgivingly against your rear to accentuate his point. “Look at that. Ya want me to paint this pretty ass with my nut, hm?”
"Yes, please, Ryu . . ?" You said against your better judgment as your thighs pressed against one another and your teeth dug into your bottom lip.
He chuckled throatily, already pulling your panties down your plump thighs until they rested on the backs of your knees. He lined himself up with your already drooling cunt, not wasting any time to push into you with one single thrust. He bottomed out inside of you, drawing all of the breath from your lungs. His pelvis pressed flush against you, blunt nails biting into the flesh of your hips and ass as he greedily pulled you against him. It was almost as if he were trying to force himself further into you than he already could. You whimpered beneath your breath, clenching around his cock as you felt his balls pulsing against your sensitive clit. He had only just entered you, and already he was about to cum.
“Greedy fuckin’ pussy.” He snarled through clenched teeth, picking up his pace. “Grippin’ me so tight, suckin’ me in so good, ngh—s-so desperate to be stuffed with a cock.”
His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but he did everything he could to keep bullying his cock into you, drool dribbling over his parted lips. It should be illegal for you to feel this good. It wasn't fair. He wanted to ravish you—take his time turning your cunt into his personal little pocket pussy, his perfect fucktoy, already premolded to the shape of his dick. But damn, he was about to bust, and you were approaching your climax too.
His pace grew relentless, barely giving you time to breathe or even think as he forced your hips to fuck back onto him, drawing a helpless gasp or delighted moan from your pretty lips with each impassioned thrust. You squirmed in his hold, your breath coming out in hot tufts as your end grew near.
“R-Ryu, baby, hah, mphf!!” You could barely get the words out as he fucked you within an inch of your life. “I-I’m close! M-My clit, please! I c-can’t reach it; touch me, plea—”
“No.”
His response was curt—simple, snarled out in what could only be described as a ferocious growl. His movements grew sloppier, his hips faltering in their pace as his cock throbbed heartily inside of you, ready to burst. “You cum on my, ngh, fuckin’ cock or not at all. Ya hear me, y’little cock-lovin’ slut?”
You whined in protest, to which the forward brought his palm down heavily on your already reddening cheeks from just his grip on you alone. If he could’ve reached you, he would’ve had a vice grip on your hair by now. “Answer me, bitch.” He spat with false malice, “Y’gunna cream around my cock? Make this fat dick a mess, hm?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Came your loud, unabashed chorus of unfiltered, unadulterated moans of sheer bliss.
Neither of you could hold back anymore. Ryusei spilled rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed into your abused cunt while your pretty folds creamed around his shaft in a way that could only be described as tantalizing. Silence, aside from both of your spent keens and blissed panting, filled the air around you. Once he was certain you were plugged full with his cum, Ryusei effortlessly snatched your body from between the coffee table, causing your exhausted body to collapse into his lap. As exhausted as he was, he made sure to cup your head so that it didn’t hit the ground too hard. He was always the sweetest when his post-nut clarity hit him. He took in your expression, noticing that your eyes were half-lidded and glassy with fat tears spilling from your waterline; your drool-covered lips were plump, red, and raw with the faintest of indentations along them from your pearly teeth; and your body convulsed and twitched ever so slightly from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Not to mention the utterly fucked-out and euphoric look on your face.
. . . Ah, shit. He was hard again.
“Still with me, princess? . . Good. Come suck this cock clean and let me ruin that pretty face of yours even more~.♡”
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓
- NIGHT 2, STUCKAGE, FIRST YEARS
Event masterlist
Best friends are there to help you out when you’re stuck in trouble… right?
(in which you become a personal glory hole for your best friends)
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cw: first years x fem!reader - 18+ smut, dubcon, public sex, group sex, coercion, knotting, creampie, cumshots. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. Not proofread and posted characteristically late 🤙
It really wasn’t your fault that you ended up like this.
Like most things, it started with Grim. Crowley had just disbursed your monthly Thaumark budget, as meager as it was. Thaumarks gripped tightly in hand, you meandered the halls on the way back to your next class.
“We have to slow down on spending this month.” You warn Grim, who was sitting atop your shoulder leisurely. His expression remains unchanged, solely focused on the money in your hand, eyes nearly sparkling at the thought of your newly acquired ‘wealth.’
“I’m being serious!” You continue, shrugging your shoulder to get his attention. “Last month we really cut it close. You need to stop spending so much at the hot lunch line.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Grim snorts in protest, rolling his eyes. “I swear, we’re gettin’ less and less every time. Lemme count ‘em up, Crowley ain’t gonna get away with shortin’ us.”
“No fucking way-“ You growl as you snatch your arm away from Grim, holding the bills as far away from your body as humanly possible. You couldn’t trust Grim with the money- not with his track record, especially as of late. “I’ll count it if you’re so concerned!”
“Maybe you’re shortin’ me too, huh?” Grim fires back, crawling to your other shoulder, attempting to scale up your arm and pluck the Thaumarks out of your hands himself. The scuffle is short and fast- Grim pounces as you try to rip your arm away again, only for him to land on your forearm as you yelp in surprise at his sudden weight. Without thinking, your grip on the Thaumarks loosens, and the both of you watch helplessly as the wind carries it through a hole in the hallway’s walls.
You shoot the firey raccoon a glare with all of the vitriol you could muster, flinging him off of your arm with little regard. You peek into the hole in the wall- wide enough to fit your body in, but just barely. The money lies flat on the courtyard sidewalk just outside the other side of the hole. You could probably reach over and grab it- it would save you the trouble of having to exit the building, potentially leaving time for someone to grab the money and run before you could even get to it.
You reach your arm through, only for your hand to come a few inches short of the bills. You muscle both shoulders into the narrow opening, eventually wiggling your waist in as well, fully bisected by the wall. You grab the Thaumarks and exhale in relief. “You’re so lucky these didn’t fly away, Grim. I would’ve eaten you instead.”
Grim’s voice is muffled, but you can make out the ‘It wasn’t my fault you dropped it!’ from the other side of the wall just fine. You move to wriggle your way out of the wall the same way you came in, twisting yourself uncomfortably against the stone slabs, only to be met with resistance.
You’re stuck.
——
Of course you’re stuck.
After yelling at Grim to go get help from anyone- Ace, Deuce, Jack, whoever could pull you out from the wall- you lie defeated and stare at the empty courtyard ahead of you. Classes would start soon, meaning that no one would be around to help you. You try again, in vain, to get yourself out. Your sides were already becoming sore, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of the breeze underneath your skirt.
It’s completely quiet- until it suddenly isn’t. Voices, probably four or five of them, are barely audible from the other side of the wall.
“Hello? Can you guys help me out?” You call out, hoping that your pleas can be heard clearly from the other side.
A muffled argument breaks out from behind you. The voices speak to each other, hushed and antsy, but it isn’t long before an agreement seems to be made.
You feel your skirt being lifted, flipped up and out of the way of your ass.
“H-hey! Stop it!” You yell, but your protests fall on deaf ears.
“Can’t believe she was hiding this ass from us, hm?” A strangely familiar voice calls from the other side of the wall. You can match the voice to the face as easily as breathing: it’s the bratty voice that usually asks you to help him with homework- the voice that obnoxiously asks you to grab something from the Ramshackle Dorm’s fridge right after you had settled into your couch- but it’s darker somehow, filled with something you couldn’t place. You try to imagine him standing behind you, checking your ass out as if he weren’t one of your best friends- as if you were an object.
A pair of warm hands grab the meat of your ass, thumbs teasing underneath the edge of your panties. You shudder at the touch, hearing another voice growl in protest.
“You’re taking it too far, Trappola. Let’s just get her out.”
“You’re hard, Jack. Don’t try to act holier-than-thou now.”
“Young Master wouldn’t approve of this.”
“Young Master wants to hit it just as bad as the rest of us, and you know it.”
“I dunno, what if someone comes and sees?”
“Then maybe we’ll let them have a round.”
As it dawns on you that all of your friends are in on this- touching you, using you without regard to how you felt about the situation- you realize that you’re shamefully wet between your thighs.
You can see it, Ace encouraging them all. He’s always the little ringmaster in the dangerous stunts your group gets into. It’s Deuce, you know it, somehow, who pushes your panties to the side and pulls your pussy apart for the rest of the group to admire. You can hear movement: the shuffling of feet, the undoing of belts. You can only imagine how they must look, all hard and throbbing and waiting for their turn with you.
A set of fingers sinks deep into your pussy. They’re slender- too slender to belong to Ace or Deuce, much less Jack and Sebek. Epel, you decide, curls his fingers into you with an unexpected fevor. You moan despite yourself, hips unconsciously bucking backwards onto his fingers. Epel groans, scissoring his digits within you, before someone grunts, asking for their turn.
A mouth is hot on your cunt, tongue experimentally swirling around your clit. Your body jolts and more pain floods to your sides, pinched together by the stone slabs as you subconsciously lean into the touch. Sebek is sloppy and inexperienced- you can feel his nerves even from the other side of the wall. Still, what he lacks in expertise, he makes up for in enthusiasm. He’s quick to learn, picking up on your body’s reactions to what you like and dislike. Your thighs are trembling already, helpless to do anything but wait for whoever wants to take their turn next.
“Take your pants off, Jack. C’mon, they like it.”
“No.” The beastman grunts back. His principles are rigid and unmoving- at least that’s what he’d like to tell himself. It doesn’t stop his eyes from being fixated on your lower half. His senses are heightened- he can smell the arousal dripping from you, can hear you moan through the wall better than anyone else. He imagines how your face looks, morphed by the pleasure you feel from your friends using you like their toy and is shamefully hard.
The burning want between your thighs is insane as Sebek pulls back, denying you of your orgasm right before you hit your peak.
There’s more scuffling, more whispers amongst the boys that you can’t hear.
You can’t help yourself- the desire you feel stirring inside your stomach is too much. Your voice is small, a meek ‘please’ slipping from your lips. For a moment you wonder if they even heard you through the wall.
Then, a pair of large, calloused hands is on your hips, lining you up against the throbbing head of Jack’s cock.
That’s all it took for him: you said yes, and now he can take to his heart’s content.
The stretch is sinful- you knew Jack was big in all other aspects, but this was on another level. You can hear him growl as his hips come flush with your ass, buried as far as he can go.
He paces himself at first, slowly slapping his hips into yours with every thrust. Some of the boys are cheering- Ace and Epel, you assume- accompanied by the telltale sound of stroking themselves off, four hands simpatico as they watch you and Jack.
“She looks good takin’ your cock like that, Jack.” Epel says, voice slipping into that concealed country accent of his. He rears back his hand and slaps your ass, causing you to yelp in surprise.
“Wanna use her mouth-“ Deuce whispers, like he’ll get in trouble if he speaks any louder.
“Could go around, take her from the front in the courtyard.” Ace says. You can imagine the mischievous grin that spreads across his face and the flush that adorns Deuce’s. “Class’ll be over soon though. Gonna be a risky move.”
You can imagine opening your mouth up for Deuce, letting him take your mouth however he’d like, letting him cum down your throat. Imagining how he’d look as you stare through your lashes, probably covering his mouth in embarrassment. You’d do it, too. All he’d have to do is walk around the building to the still empty courtyard…
“I-if Young Master saw this…” Sebek starts, but his protest dies with a pathetic little noise in his throat, stroking his cock harder as he chases his fast approaching orgasm.
They’re all close. Jack’s pace, once steadied and controlled, is fast and unrelenting. His fingers find your clit, rubbing in frantic circles, bringing you close to your edge as well. Your body is electrified, feeling too good to care about your bruising sides. You’re tipped over the edge, cumming hard around Jack’s cock. He can feel every pulse of your pussy around him, driving his hips into you ferally, like you had unlocked something he had been trying to hold back. With a grunt, Jack pushes himself deep inside of you. You’re slightly mortified at the prospect of him cumming inside of you, especially as you feel something at the base of his cock inflate, holding you in place.
The boys take turns cumming on your ass and back. You can feel the hot liquid landing on your skin as each takes a turn marking you as their own.
“Fuck.” Jack curses. “I-I really didn’t mean to-“
“Knotting her, without her permission?” Ace tuts at the beastman with a laugh. “Told you- just as bad as the rest of us.”
Jack tries to pull his knot out to no avail. The tugging sensation on your already oversensitized cunt makes you whimper. The bell tolls, signaling the end of class. This hallway wasn’t a particularly busy hallway, but the danger of someone coming out and seeing you was still very real.
“Guess we’re stuck here together, huh?“ Jack says gruffly, his face flushing.
Well. Friends make everything better, right?
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I think your stuckage fruity four fic awoke something in me.
please....
WRITE MORE STUCKAGE, THERE'S NO STRANGER THINGS STUCKAGE FIC ON A03 AND IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!
Omg ELLIE! You drive me nuts with this stuff!!!!
oho? stuck in a wall? my pleasure >:)
(cws: fruity four, mostly robin and eddie, bi/pan!f!angelface, post-vol 4, stuckage, jealousy, best friends to lovers, seemingly unrequited love, teasing, flirting, mentions of group sex + alcohol, squirting, oral (f/f and f/m), face riding, loud sex, praise + degradation, throat bulges, cum drinking, mentions of anal sex, fingering (a+v), mild spanking, references to virginity loss, references to steve fucking eddie, love confessions, a little angst around hookup culture, fluff and smut.)
This is just ridiculous. Eddie had laughed unbelievably hard when you'd had that initial moment of panic, that tug to try and get out only to be met with unbroken resistance. That alone was enough for you to huff and kick at him, and throw a mediocre punch in the direction of his crotch when he had come around the other side to check your situation there--no attempts to get you out though, just laughter and teasing touches of your hair before he went back around.
You'd just wanted to help him and his roommates with renovations--they wanted to knock down a wall between two bedrooms to make one larger one, for whatever reason, it struck you as a little weird considering there were four people living in one house. And Harrington's house might be big, but not four singles with their own bedrooms big....at least, you don't think so, but what do you know? That one hole just ruined it, though. You'd tried to be funny, ran at it with your hammer outstretched to joust through the first chunk of drywall--and then you went straight through both sides, your lower half still in the room you started in while everything above the waist is hanging out in the next. Fucking dingus.
You were just trying to be funny. Well, no, you were just trying to ease the tension. Eddie's been your best friend since freshman year, you've been through thick and thin together and you swore to always stay friends no matter what. But then all that stuff with earthquake happened last year, and the bounty hunt for his head, and you were suddenly the only person in Hawkins who didn't want him dead--and you were the only one to mourn him when you thought he was, aside from Wayne, of course. Only for him to come back with a new friend group, a new attitude, new scars, and.....you felt left behind, honestly. Hellfire and the band didn't feel the same after that, and when he moved in here with all his new friends, you just felt so abandoned that you did something stupid.
You got really, really drunk one night, called him up, and told him you loved him. Not friend love, either, not something you could brush off--you spilled your guts out to him, told him you always wanted to kiss him and how you dreamed about touring the world with him, how you wanted to marry him, and you think you told him you wanted his babies, but that part is where it gets fuzzy. And he said nothing, the line had been so silent that you mumbled an apology for calling the wrong number and hung up. You knew what you had done in the morning, though, when Eddie was throwing pebbles at your window and trying to get you to talk to him, which you declined, thinking through tears that it was time for you to finally just let him move on like he obviously wanted to. But the week after that--last week, exactly six days ago--you had been invited to this very house for a smoke and a drink, a celebratory one to warm the house even though they moved in like two months ago. And you went, because fuck it, what else did you have to lose?
As a woman scorned with unrequited love and slowly dwindling friendship, you had obviously taken the opportunity to get fucking wasted as soon as you possibly could. The others had followed your lead too, they were surprisingly fun people despite their reputations, so it wasn't long before you were laughing and chattering away like there wasn't a shred of awkwardness between you all--like you didn't hold any resentment towards him or his new friends for taking him away from you. You kinda lost all that when you started drunkenly making out with his friend Robin, so faded from the world that you didn't even register the fact that none of them were jeering or wolf whistling at you kissing another girl. You knew even then that, even though you were in the midst of convincing yourself that this was just spite and you were doing it to piss Eddie off, you really liked it--and that hadn't been a surprise, you knew you liked women and Eddie knew that too.
But it escalated when you started pulling at her clothes, and when you started kissing Steve, and then when you moved on to sit in Nancy's lap--and before you knew it, you were in the middle of the most hazy group sex of your life, nothing but pure ecstasy running through your body the whole night until you passed out. Waking up next to Eddie the next morning had been a moment of temporary bliss, but you remembered it all pretty quick, and grabbed your shit before practically running out of the house and not bothering to ask questions. Though you'd sat in your car for at least ten minutes with your head in your hands, recalling every second of what you had felt.....how Eddie had whispered such sweet things to you as you made love, how his touch had burned wherever he grazed you, how he kissed you like he was just as in love with you as you are with him......but also how his friends had touched you; how sweet they had been, how unusually tender they were with your body, how they stroked your hair and cuddled you after they had finished making you scream each individual name into the ceiling. It wasn't.....normal. It wasn't how you were used to being treated, it wasn't how your average hookups went--where they would fuck you, get their rocks off, and leave you when they finished if they made you finish at all. Or worse, when you'd find a girl you really liked, you'd have sex, and then she'd bounce right back to whatever boyfriend she had lined up so she could say she did it with a chick. Those were the worst.
Being stuck in the wall of the house where you fucked your best friend's friends, though? That's pretty bad, too.
"Goddamn it, Eddie, just break the wall around me! It's not hard, a fucking monkey could do it by now." You hiss, face burning with embarrassment at humiliating yourself for the umpteenth time.
"Nah. Enjoying the view too much, plus, you did this to yourself....hey, are these new?"
You're not too sure what he's referring to--until his fingertips graze your lower back, and he hooks his thumb into the strap of your thong that's peeking out. It's black, and soft....it's what Eddie likes, so it stings even harder when he snaps it back against your skin after pulling it taut.
"Stop fucking teasing me, Eddie. You're being a huge dick."
"And why am I being a dick?" He asks from the other side of the wall. You can huff as much as you like, but you're not getting out of this anytime soon, so you have no choice but to be honest.
"It's a dick move to lead a girl on. Especially when you're just....just dangling it over my head." You sigh in defeat, slumping over the wall and letting your arms hang limply. "And don't ask what. You know what."
"....You mean sex, right? You wanna have sex with me?"
God, you could just groan at his bluntness--not just because he's oblivious, but because it's making you fucking wet as it always does.
"Obviously."
"Eddie! Not fucking now, you idiot! Your roommates-" He spanks you again, rings leaving a pleasurable sting that lasts long after, and makes you bite your lip to keep from squealing and giving him the satisfaction. You just stomp your feet instead, heels raised off the floor that's still covered in a sheet of plastic to catch the debris.
There's a bit of shuffling behind you, an unusual silence from Eddie that you're not used to. You swear you can feel him brush by your ass, but you must be imagining it.....until you're not.
"Oh, that's good news....real good news, sweetheart." He mutters almost too quietly for you to hear, before his hand comes down hard on your ass and you suck in a gasp, arching up immediately with your hands grasping at the wall beneath you.
"My roommates are my partners, and they think you're a fucking sex goddess."
"Shut up--ah! E-Eddie!" You shake your head, hair flicking all about, but it isn't stopping Eddie from reaching around and unzipping your pants for you--and when he gets them down your legs, he moans out loud at the sight that he's rewarded with.
"Fucking Christ....listen, they like you, and I've been in love with you since I was, like, fourteen--shit! S-Since we lost our virginities to each other.." You do remember that time, tenth grade--you were fifteen, but you're not gonna correct him right now--when you were such good friends you made a pact to take each other's virginity. That was when you were such good friends that it felt like nothing else mattered, and now.....now, years later, you're finally turning into something else.
He doesn't even bother playing around with the thin piece of fabric stretched over your cunt, he's too eager to just pull it down your hips with those rough fingers. You can tell he's on his knees by the breath on your thigh, and the almost tender way he spreads you out with his thumbs to look--he obviously didn't get enough out of the last time you hooked up, and it's a good enough thought that you find it in you to chuckle about it. You relax a little bit, finally, and he must be able to see it if his "fuck, baby" is any tell.
"You fuck like a virgin, Eddie." A smirk flickers across your face, confidence filling you back up now that your best friend's attention is on you again. "Desperate and clingy. And...cute. So damn cute."
"I am desperate. Anyone who sees a pussy like this'd get fucking desperate." He presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, slowly trailing them up your skin with his hands ghosting over your thighs to hold each one. You only twinge a bit in pain when he bites a mouthful of your flesh, sucking on it til it aches before he lets it go with a pop. He seems to stop there for a while, but he's close, that pretty mouth poised so near to your bare pussy that you have to force down the urge to beg--but just when you seriously consider doing so, Eddie gives you an experimental lick, and you jerk so hard you swear a new crack forms in the wall. Then another, and another.....each one slow, and maddeningly soft, barely testing the waters and just getting a taste, yet it's making you drool and you can't stop yourself from pulsing down there. Eddie noses your clit and pays it a few special kisses, but then he's done and you're muffling your own whines with both hands clamped over your mouth. You know from last week that he's fucking good at eating pussy, and he knows it, which is exactly why he won't let you have it like you did last time. Too fucking cocky for his own good, and it's so goddamn sexy.
"Listen, I...I just gotta let you know," He mutters as he stands and unbuckles his belt, the frantic clicking only mildly distracting you from what he's trying to say. "I didn't pull away for no reason, I--I was trying to protect you, cause I-"
"Oh, Eddie, for god's sake, just fuck me!" You call over your shoulder, frustrated and horny and....fuck it, you're desperate, desperate for your most treasured friend in the world to screw your damn brains out. And he just chuckles, cock finally freed for him to tap it against your asscheek.
"Alright...alright, it can wait. I had a reason, that's all you need to know. Now, no more fucking around. You're mine." As he says it, he angles himself down to massage your lips with the tip, dragging it up and down through your slick before slowly feeding it into you. He's trying to be nice, but you're just too wet, and Eddie hiccups and chokes on his own gasp when your hips move and you swallow him in like you're just desperate for him to get on with it.
"Like that, huh?" He slaps the side of your ass, eyes trained on the way it jiggles around him and ears perked to hear your whining. Eddie doesn't have to try to get deeper, doesn't have to strain to be rougher--he's just perfect as he is, cock curving up to put pressure on that weak spot that's making you shake. "Better than fucking some jock, right?"
It is. Eddie's better than any guy you've ever hooked up with; more attentive, more creative, more....sizeable. You might have had bigger on some occasions but never so skilled to match, never someone who you'd be begging to move inside you like you are right now. And because Eddie's a nice, attentive, reliable guy, he obeys that plea--and he doesn't start slow, he rears back and fucking plows you like he's trying to push you right through the wall, and he might. His hips bash yours so hard on the down thrust you can feel parts of the broken plaster crumbling around you, but it doesn't make it any looser for you to wiggle through, and thank god it doesn't. This is what you wanted, and you have no shame in screaming that for the world to hear, for everyone to know that you're taking Eddie Munson's dick and you love it more than life itself.
"I love how fucking loud you are. Make the neighbors jealous, honey." You can feel that smug grin from across the wall, one hand possessively squeezing your ass while the other's hooked around your bent waist to keep you steady against him. The constant thwap thwap thwap of his hips meeting your ass and his balls kissing your underside is so echoey, you aren't even paying attention to the door opening on your side and don't notice the person standing there until she sucks in a gasp.
Your head swiveling to look, you lock eyes with Robin--that adorable girl that made love like summer rain--and see that she's empty-handed, hand hovering over her mouth while her face explodes into a rosy-red blush. Curious, you think, and your ditzy smile gives her an idea of exactly what kind of mood you're in as you beckon her over, to which she complies quite hastily. You raise two fingers to your mouth and spread them in a 'v', the gesture earning you a pair of lust-blown eyes and a soft smile crossing her features as she moves to unbutton her pants in front of you, obviously having missed your touch from last week. As she should, you liked her so much from the first meeting that you'd been determined to make her see stars when you were done.
"That all you got, big boy? Or are you just a huge dick and nothing else?" You call over your shoulder, shooting her a wink while you reach your hands up to help her out of those bothersome clothes. The confidence is staggering you a little bit, the feeling of Eddie stirring up your guts a familiar one, and it's homey, almost--but it kicks up when you feel him stroke a place you weren't sure he'd be into touching, at least not before that last encounter when you'd woken up in his bed the morning after.
"Eddie! Eddie, fuck, that--f-fuck, that's sensitive-!" He spits on your asshole and rubs it in with his thumb, pressing it in just hard enough until it pops right in and sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head--right when Robin's got her panties down too, and you grab her by the hips to move her towards you, tongue stuck out to meet her clit in a near-feral swirl. Robin's knees buckle almost instantly, and she has to brace her hands on your head out of instinct just to keep herself upright, although it also means she accidentally shoves you down to lick her up even deeper.
"Yeah? Still sensitive after Harrington fucked it raw? Kept touchin' yourself when you watched him fuck me, ass already full of his cum....you know how fucking dirty you get when you're sloshed?" You remember that too, now--shamelessly palming your tits as Nancy nursed on your clit, your eyes zeroed in on Steve driving his cock in and out of your best friend for you to enjoy. He'd been too happy to do the same to you, and fill your head with dirty admissions of what he'd do to you if he had all the time in the world, but it was a different experience to watch him bend Eddie over and take him from behind. You felt filthy for watching it all the way through, and even filthier for letting Eddie eat Steve's cum out of you with Nancy when he was done.
You break off for a moment from your partner's body, breaths heaving. "You like it." Before diving right back in, moaning into a mouthful of Robin's pussy.
"I love it," His incessant bucking grows harder, the hand once being used to steady you now occupied with stroking your clit in messy circles. "Love watching you get all stupid and slutty when you've got a drink in you....you and Buckley were so cute..." Eddie moans, and you hum into Robin's clit in a knowing way that has her fingering her way through your hair, clearly trying to be gentle but so lost in pleasure that she's keeping your head static between her legs. Huffing soft breaths and whimpers that Eddie wouldn't be able to hear, grinding forward against the flat of your tongue to get that coveted ecstasy lapped into her clit.
"Always fucking wished I was one of those guys, knockin' on your trailer after dark....came in so many damn socks listening to you get fucked..." That's a new one, you've never heard about that. But it makes sense, now--the way he always seemed to avert his gaze the morning after one of your hookups, when you'd waltz into his trailer to have breakfast together with a pleasant glow and a satisfied smile. Thinking about Eddie rubbing himself raw with the window open as he listened to you getting your guts pumped....oh, if your face wasn't buried in between Robin's legs, you'd have the biggest smirk right then and there.
"An' now you're balls deep," You pant, pulling off of her one more time just to get an adorable whine out of her. "Made me so wet when you got that pout on your face, when you were jealous."
That almost immediately earns you a smack, not on the ass, but on the clit--and the aching, burning sting makes your pussy clamp down on him in a vice grip, your hair sticking to your face with a fresh wave of sweat as he keeps brutalizing your most sensitive spot with the palm of his hand....and it's so fucking good you could just melt right there.
"Yeah? Hear how wet you are now, angelface? Soaking wet for the freak?" He's right--for once, you can hear the sloshing and shucking of your own cunt gushing for him, your body responding to his treatment with no aid from your own hand or an active imagination. With your thumbs spreading Robin's sticky cunt apart, you look up to watch her whimper into her hand as the cool air hits her sensitive areas, before choking on her own moan as you shove your face back between her legs with your tongue outstretched. Your hands come up to grab at her ass, poor cheeks dug into with little crescent-shaped nail marks as you trap her against your lips to suck her clit into your mouth, her hips jostling you as she chases the pleasure with both hands firmly grasping the back of your head.
"Drenching my fucking balls, lucky there's plastic down....you gonna squirt for me again, huh?" He spanks you again, and maybe he can hear how muffled your squeals are from having a mouthful of his girlfriend-roommate's pussy, but you don't fucking care. Even less so when Eddie makes a noisy show of sucking his middle finger into his mouth, before he presses it right up against that empty hole he was teasing and working it all the way inside, his spit making short work of any resistance your body might have had. Your hips jerk at the filthiness of it, as well as the ache he stirs back up that you remember from the last time--god, you swear you can still feel his roommate's monster of a cock splitting your asshole open, and when Eddie spits again to lube you up more, you're left completely at the mercy of his assault on all three sides as you feel that familiar rush of heat churn in the very deepest pit of your stomach. "Make a fucking mess for me, sweetheart. Then I'll come around and let you lick my balls clean." He moans, and with his cock bruising your inner walls as they cling to him on every thrust, and Robin riding your face to kingdom come as her cunt starts spasming with an orgasm she can't hold back, you just let go completely and mumble out a myriad of frantic cries as your brain muddles into a whited-out void of pleasure--and as you do, Eddie's finger hooks inside your ass to bring you all the way down to the base as you feel that release of fluid burst out and spray indiscriminately all over his lap.
"Shit! Damn, fuckin' gushing for me, you're so fucking gorgeous--ohh, that's a big one, isn't it angel?" His tone has a twinge of mockery to it, shakily pulling out but keeping both hands where they still work, so he can no doubt stand back and watch your pussy continue to weep and gush out that clear fluid all over the plastic-protected floor. His other hand moves clear to see the stream properly but he keeps it on your clit, arm curved around the underside of your belly to keep rubbing more out of you even when there's black edges to your vision and you can't even keep up with Robin's orgasm--you just let her yank your head by the hair and hump your face, unable to keep down her gasps as she spasms and clenches around nothing but rides out that endless pleasure on your flexing tongue.
When she finally manages to stumble back, and breaks that constant assault on her nethers that she definitely thought might melt her brain to mush, you're left panting and starry-eyed with a sticky face, your hair matted down with sweat and slick as you try to let yourself come back down to earth. Your ears barely register Eddie coming around to the other room, but when he appears there in all his half-naked glory, all three sets of eyes widen when he gets a look at the sight waiting for him.
"Buckley?"
Meek and shy now that she's not having her pussy eaten, she just waves, still breathing heavy and hunched over to brace her hands on her knees. But annoyance is not the emotion etched into his face, especially not when he clicks his tongue and moves over to where you're still stuck, a hand soon fisting itself in your hair to yank your sagging head up and get a look at the state of you.
"Ohh, I see....angel here was helping herself, huh? Eating up like a fucking dog?" Robin nods, letting out a soft laugh like she can't actually believe she just did what she did. Maybe it's remorseful, and that stings a little bit....but the feeling isn't dwelled on too long, when Eddie guides his achingly stiff, dripping wet cock towards your mouth, and smirks from above you as he taps it against your lower lip. "There's your bone, pup."
In one long stroke, he splits your lips apart and tests the boundaries of your throat as he squeezes himself all the way to the back of it, the instinctual clench down around him giving him the go-ahead to start moving. He's slow at first, attentive, wanting to warm you up, but you're not that inexperienced and you show him exactly how ready you are by sucking him off so hard he flinches, and snaps his hips forward so suddenly he breaches an even deeper spot that he didn't even think was possible. Eddie keeps thrusting harder, chasing his own pleasure with only a casual interest in your comfort--it's exactly how you like it, head pinned to his hips and throat bulging like you're in Alien.
But then, like a fairy breezing by your skin in the middle of a quiet wood, Robin's fingers brush a few errant strands of hair from your face, and she kneels by the wall you're still a prisoner of to start kissing up and down your jaw to the shell of your ear. Whispering sweet words that drown out the shucking of Eddie resizing your throat to fit his girth, showering you with much-deserved praise that has you spilling and leaking down your legs all over again, like you didn't just squirt so hard you probably soaked the whole floor of the other room.
"Look at you, pretty girl, taking Eddie so well." She croons, grazing her touches over the bulge of your throat as it sinks and stretches, inadvertently causing Eddie to groan as he's stroked off in an even more intense way. "I've never cum that hard in my life, all thanks to this gorgeous mouth. You make love like an angel, baby."
Her voice feels so smooth in your ear, presses down any of those ugly thoughts you might have been keeping in, and makes your mind go so fuzzy again that it doesn't even hurt--the ache in your jaw just kind of simmers down, and the serene relaxation you feel opens up an even deeper path for Eddie to blaze down that has him humping your mouth more erratically than ever, crying out that he's gonna cum, he's gonna cum for you, fuck, he's cumming baby he can't hold back-
"Th-That's it--take it all, swallow, don't think too much about it....just drink it, kay? S'good for you." He moans down at you as he slows to a crawling stop, hips jolting once or twice with an especially good shot of cum, but otherwise he spills into your throat at a feverish pace that matches how good he fucked you from behind. Robin sucks a bruise into your neck, shaking from reciting those dirty words she had memorized to say to you, and gingerly strokes that poor skin of yours to ease the flow of Eddie's cum down into your belly. Warm. Everything's so warm, and while you feel an overwhelming urge to pass out as soon as Eddie unhinges himself from your mouth, a smack of your lips together reignites that bitter taste of cum that instantly has you alert and squirming again for more affection. You don't want it to end yet--please, don't end too soon again.
"Forget the big bedroom--we should leave the glory hole, make it a permanent fixture." He smirks, and squats down to look you in those glazed, hazy eyes. He can see it, see that neediness in you again, made only stronger with Robin sweetly stroking your hair as she fixes her clothes back to normal. The thud of a car door slamming shut has his head swiveling to glance over his shoulder towards the window, curls bouncing back and forth again when he turns his attention back to you. "Now, I need a piss, and a smoke. You wanna come out, or you wanna wait for the others to find you? I heard their car pull up just now."
Now you can hear the distant sounds of the front door opening and closing, shoes being kicked off, Nancy's voice reminding Steve to leave his dirty sneakers on the mat. The heat stirs up again as you remember the last time you saw them....
"Steve's gonna want to have a turn, so's Nancy. Think you can handle all that?" Though you've gotten your release and gotten it good, it still feels like there's something churning up inside you, like there's a pressure in your groin that you need to relieve and it's burning the longer you go without stimulation. You want it bad, so bad, and a whine has Eddie getting to his feet with his hands braced on his knees for balance. "Ah, forgot. Can't relax unless you cum hard enough to pass out, can you?"
You hum in agreement and it induces a chuckle out of your best friend, who while rosy-cheeked and has a look of satisfaction about his glowing skin, seems like he doesn't yet want to leave you even though he needs a bit of time to cool off. "Alright, I'll be back. I love you." He ruffles your hair and kisses the top of your head, before readjusting himself and heading out the door as Robin finally gets back up herself. Even the thought of being alone right now has you wriggling where you're still stuck, but the thumping footsteps climbing the staircase draw that desire back up into your throat.
"Sweet. I, uh....I love you, baby. See you soon."
"You need anything, sweetness?" You shake your head, looking up at Robin with pure, glimmery eyes that don't betray how eager you are to get used as a cumdump for the second time. "Okay. I promise Nancy and Steve'll get you out when you're done, so don't worry. Come sleep in my bed after, okay?"
She's so nice. So sweet. She's your partner now, huh? That's what Eddie said he wanted, and what they wanted, and he wasn't all that clear about it but Eddie's never really that transparent when it comes to his feelings....at least when they're about you. Or maybe you're just not used to his directness being so honest and from the heart, so you don't know whether to take it all as truth or not. But Robin really looks like she's feeling the same as she fixes herself up, nervously fluffs her hair before she fidgets with her belt and swings around to head towards the door. Maybe you could get her to stay....but Steve and Nancy are almost here, and you can bet she needs a little break after you blew her mind. Heh. You really did, didn't you? You really made her feel so good she wants to stay, and that's just....well, it's a first. A really, really, really nice first.
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Dressed Up to the Nines Again (And Anything Really Could Happen)
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Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
(stand alone one shot)
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, stuckage (this one I had fun with 😜), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, brief mention of water sports but none actually taking place (Leon just being mean as usual), lipstick kink kinda 🤔
not proofread! this doesn’t really have a specific time frame it takes place, just pretty much smut 🤣 ending is also abrupt 😅
Title from Saturday Night by We Are Robots!
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You’re only half listening as your stepdad tells Leon to work on the kitchen sink that afternoon while you head out with a couple of friends.
“Have fun!” your stepdad calls to you as you head out the door.
“Will do!” you smile at him and then at Leon, blowing them a kiss but being mindful to not smudge your lipstick.
But it all comes rushing back when you walk into the kitchen hours later and see Leon sprawled across the floor, his head and upper shoulders tucked under the cabinet so he can work on the busted pipe.
“Hey!”
“Hey yourself,” you say, kneeling to look at him but can’t really make eye contact since his arm’s twisted in the way.
“Thank god someone’s here, listen I tried to fix this wrench in place and it got stuck to the wall and trapped my arm like this,” he’s talking fast, “it hurts like a bitch so help pull me out.”
“Okay,” you shrug, and grab his legs to pull him back but his body doesn’t budge.
“Fuck! Okay maybe let’s try a gentler approach,” his voice echoes from the cabinet, “grab my hips and pull, maybe it’ll jar me loose.”
You kneel between his legs to grab his hips, “You sure this isn’t going to hurt you?”
“I’m hurt either way,” he sighs, “okay, I’m ready.”
You pull him hard but he only bites out a low groan of pain.
“Alright maybe, um, maybe do short tugs instead of one long pull,” he offers up.
You listen and do just that but again he only groans in pain.
“Alright, it seems like that loosened something so let’s try pulling hard one last time,” his legs shift restlessly.
For the last time, you grab his hips and really put your back into pulling. You fall back on your ass thinking you tugged Leon free… but the only thing you’ve actually done is tug down the sweats he was wearing, showcasing the fact Leon decided to not wear briefs that day.
“What the fuck?” he yells at you.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you quickly raise up, “I fell down, not like I did it on purpose!”
“I bet!” he snorts at you.
You glare at him, “Just for that you can sit here bare assed til someone else comes home.”
“Wait, no c’mon, don’t be like that,” he pleads, “I’m just stressed from being trapped under a fucking sink.”
You hum but let your eyes drag up his legs to his thick thighs, all the way up to stare at his honestly pretty cock. Biting your lip, you crawl a little closer until you’re right at the apex of his thighs.
“What’s going on?” you can hear the strain in his voice.
“You said you were stressed right?” an idea quickly forming in your head, “that’s something I can probably help with, big brother.”
His thighs spread as he groans; you watch as his cock stiffens against his thigh, quickly filling out at what you’re suggesting.
“You’re really..” he groans when he feels your fingers grab his dick and stroke it a few times, “fuck, so hot.”
You laugh at him, “For once, I get to do what I want.”
“You always get what you want,” he snarks at you but it loses its edge when you spit on his cock, “fucking hell.”
“Uh uh,” you chide, “now I’m gonna tease you and show you what it’s like.”
“Yeah?” he moans, “then show me little sis, teach me a lesson.”
You whine and lean down to kitten lick the fat, drippy head. Tugging down his foreskin, you bath his tip with your tongue tasting the salty, clean skin. Humming, you lick your way down until you reach his balls.
“Fuck, they’re sensitive, princess,” he pants, “go easy.”
“Easy, huh,” your lips brush against the skin of his balls making his legs twitch.
You kiss his sac all over, smearing your lipstick and leaving lip prints behind, “Aww there goes my makeup,” you pout.
“Makeup?”
“Mmhmm,” tongue slipping out, you lick and suck the soft skin making Leon lose his mind, “got my lipstick all over you.”
“God damn,” he groans, hips pushing up in the air, “fuck that’s so, ungh!“
You grin, kissing his balls softly, “Like that?”
“So much,” he pants, “s’fucking hot, always wanted a girl to leave lipstick stains all over my dick.”
You widen your lips and press as much of his balls into your mouth as possible, running your tongue all over until he’s dripping in spit. You pull away to lap at all the spots you missed, getting him nice and wet everywhere. He can’t stop the low grunts and moans as you tease his balls.
You glance up and see that he’s weeping precum everywhere. His dick is coated in the sticky strands. Your hole clenches down, slick quickly filling your panties making your thighs feel sticky.
“You must really like this,” you laugh at him, kissing the seam of his sac before running your tongue along it.
“God yes,” he growls, “my little sister giving me the sloppiest head I’ve ever had? Fuck, princess, I’m gonna bust early.”
You moan, nipples tightening in your bra, and move your mouth away from his balls to lick up all that bitter precum leaking from the head of his dick. Your clit throbs with want but you ignore it for now. His cock is soaked with spit once you’re finished and gently sucking on the tip.
“Yeah that’s it, suck me off, show me what you can do,” he groans low in his chest, “what a fucking wet dream this turned out to be.”
“Mmm,” you mouth against his cock making it jump and smear precum across your cheek, “big brother’s got such a big cock, don’t know if it’ll fit in my mouth.”
“Fucking hell,” he gasps, “it’ll fit baby, c’mon ya gotta at least try. And it’ll feel so good once you put it in your mouth, make you feel so nice and full.”
You moan and suck the first couple of inches eagerly into your mouth, lips stretching and jaw open wide from how thick he is in your mouth. Your clit pulsing with your heartbeat makes you rub your thighs together, but it doesn’t really alleviate any of the tension building in your core.
“That’s it, princess, fuck, s’good, you’re doing so good,” his thighs jump in an effort to keep still, “that tongue, god.”
Eyelashes fluttering from the praise, you mewl and sink your mouth further down his cock. You suck softly around the throbbing length, tongue twisting around the head as you bob your head up. Your thighs are getting wet as the slick leaks from your panties.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Leon chants under his breath, rolling his hips to bury his cock deeper into your mouth.
You press your hands down on his hips to hold him still so you can suck him off at your own pace.
“S’good,” he slurs, “perfect little mouth.”
You drop your mouth down as far as you can, the tip kissing your throat and making you gag. Pulling away, you cough, thick strings of saliva connect between your lips to his dick making you dizzy with arousal at the sight.
“You’re just too big,” you rasp, voice rough, moving one hand to jerk his wet cock, “guess you’ll have to train my little throat to take you, huh big brother.”
“Yeah, train you til you can deep throat me like the slut you are,” he rumbles, throbbing in your hand.
“Mean,” you pout at him, kissing his cockhead and letting your tongue dip into the slit.
“‘M close, princess,” he bucks up into your slick fist, “y’gonna swallow it?”
“Of course,” you moan, “want big brother’s hot sticky cum all over my tongue.”
“Goddamn,” he makes a punched out noise as you go back down on him.
All of a sudden, you feel a pair of hands tangling in your hair. You jerk back but they hold you steady as Leon rolls his hips up into your drooling mouth.
“You said you wanted it, so be a good girl and let me fuck that needy mouth,”he chuckles, “guess I should thank you, got me so hot and sweaty that I was able to twist my arm out.”
You whine, eyes watering as Leon continues to tease the back of your throat with his cock, precum dripping all over your tongue. Your cunt aches as your walls clench down on nothing.
“Look at the fucking lipstick rings on my dick,” he groans, eyes greedily watching you cough and choke on his cock as he presses deep into your throat , “gonna need to buy you different colors, try’em all out.”
Pulling off with a wet moan, he gives you a second to catch your breath before bullying his hard cock back into your swollen mouth. You squirm trying to squeeze your thighs together but your pussy’s sticking to your panties making it hard to get any friction.
“Gonna cum,” he grits out, hips stuttering up into your mouth, “gonna cream your throat, little sis. Make sure to drink it all up.”
Whining high in your throat must help him along because you feel his cock kick and throb as he spurts rope after rope of hot jizz into your mouth. You quickly swallow before the cum sticks to the roof of your mouth and tongue.
Leon holds your head still while he finishes in your mouth. He brushes a thumb underneath your eyes, wiping away the tears building up on your lash line.
He grins down at your dazed expression as you continue to suckle his cock, “Good thing I didn’t need to piss, could just hold you in place and make you drink that all down too.”
You push his hips away, letting his dick slip from your mouth all spit shiny and slick.
“You’re so gross,” you cough out, voice even more raspy than before, cunt pulsing with ignore arousal.
He grabs you arm and pulls you to his chest; he tilts your chin back as he looks over your face.
“Wanna mess up your lipstick every time, princess,” he murmurs to you, “y’look so hot and slutty.”
He kisses you hard, tongue lapping at your lips til he slips into your mouth and sucks you tongue. Pulling away, he pats your cheek then slips on his sweats.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he grabs your wrist and pulls you up from the kitchen floor.
“What?” you’re still dizzy from his kiss and the arousal thrumming in your body.
“Gotta return the favor right?” he smirks at you.
You squeal when he grabs you, swinging your legs up til he can carry you bridal style.
“Your bedroom,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his neck.
“No arguments from me, princess.”
Lucky for you both, no one else is home for the rest of the afternoon.
#stepcest#stepbro leon s kennedy/you#stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader#stepbro!leon s kennedy#leon s kennedy x you#leon kennedy x reader smut#leon s kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x fem!reader#fem!reader#leon s kennedy#lipglossanon#resident evil smut
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i wanna see a nomin fic 👀 surprise me basically mwehehehe
ever since their little puppy play messages showed up on my tl, they've been like rotting my brain and i feel like at this stage, i'm like allergic to doing something that doesn't have mutual gain because it ticks like every box for me.
Waddle You Home
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes, stuckage, and smut. Don't like, don't read.
"C'mon, I'm sick of seeing you moping around the apartment whenever I go to hang out with Haechan!" Mark whined as Jeno flopped over on the couch.
"No, it's fine. I'm used to this sort of betrayal at this point." He spoke it so flatly that it was hard to take it seriously but his smile consumed all his features when he felt a sweater land on his head, the act of rebellion from his roommate as he laughed, "It's fine. You guys go have fun... I'll just order some food or something." He opened his phone to scroll, browsing potential places before looking up at Mark who was now hovering over him.
"Again?" Mark scratched his head as he looked at the door, "Bud, I know you're sad but you know that, food doesn't fill in the gaps of your heart right?" A good natured pat to Jeno's stomach, which didn't feel as firm as it used to as his face warmed slightly.
"Yeah, I know that?" Jeno replied as coolly as he could when Mark shrugs and walks away, seemingly satisfied with the answer as he walked out the door to text Haechan that he was on his way. The sound of the locks clicking shut made Jeno sit up as he processed what just happened.
He didn't think it would become noticeable that fast.
Jeno might have started the season heartbroken after a long requited crush fizzled out with no chance after he had gotten with someone else but it was quickly resolved when he met someone on a dating website. He knew there was a quickly eroding stigma with meeting people this way however, this wasn't the average dating site.
It was a site for those with a feederism fetish to meet and interact with one another. He had always been aware of his desire to make a guy grow as well as a quieter desire to grow himself so he lurked on there for a good amount of time, using the photos guys uploaded of their growing bodies as fuel during the lonelier months. He wasn't a completely blank profile, opting to upload shots of his toned body and a face photo in private in case he talked to someone.
The last thing he expected to find was someone who he could connect to but people met their matches in the most peculiar ways. Jaemin was someone on the app who had grown in popularity and waistline lately and Jeno couldn't remember whether he had messaged first or Jaemin did. The close proximity they lived to each other made it feel close enough that it didn't feel like it was on a place like this and the same age made them connect instantly.
From what Jeno learned, Jaemin was a student that was graduating soon and in the haze of his last year, had put a clean sixty pounds on his figure, adding a nice gut on top of arms that looked like they could choke someone out. Basically, Jeno was always losing it when he uploaded a photo and they started talking about how the gain had snuck up on Jaemin and slowly he learned that Jaemin was someone who could put his influence on anyone he spoke to... that or Jeno was incredibly attracted to him and was willing to do what he wanted to make him happy.
The conversations that they shared slowly became more than just the kink that they shared but as they continued to nurture a mutual understanding of the other, they realized how comfortable they were with the other. With Jaemin, he wanted something that could be a little more than typical feedist relationship and with Jeno, how he wanted to gain himself as well as try out being someone's puppy, which excited Jaemin as much as it did him.
His phone buzzed as he looked at what Jaemin had texted him. They swapped off of the in-app messenger and started to use their phone numbers which was making everything feel all too real now that he was registered as a contact in the other man's phone.
'he said all that???? lololol i mean it makes sense you've been eating like a fat ass lately so it was only a matter of time before it showed.'
Jeno felt his face flush while he watched the three dots bounce up and down.
'besides, i told you that i wanted a big dog and you're just catching up to me. i'm a big guy now so it wouldn't make sense to have a small dog.'
Licking his lips, he typed out his reply as he felt himself growing excited,
'mhm'
'c'mon, i don't like that response lolol you can do better samoyed'
'woof woof'
Jeno sees the speech bubble pop a couple of times as he deduces Jaemin's trying to think of a reply but is too flustered to keep his cool. Lifting his sweater, Jeno looks at his stomach again. It's no wonder Mark was noticing it more. It was bulging upwards even when he lied down. His pants were squeezing him as they showed off his love handles more and they were starting to grow more tight around his thighs. His bulge wasn't making it any less tight as he snapped a photo and sent it to Jaemin, pushing out his stomach more so that he looked bigger.
'mmm?'
He could tell Jaemin was probably jerking off to the photo as it wasn't until he was chowing down on the burgers that he ordered when he responded,
'you put on that weight faster than i thought. it's going to make that first meeting happen even sooner.'
Originally, they planned to meet somewhere in a couple of months... but the original goal was to see how much damage Jeno was going to do to his waistline in that time before they met. However, at the rate that Jeno has been expanding, they were going to meet pretty soon. He just had a knack for getting fatter apparently. As the multiple burgers in his order made their way into his gut, he burped and rubbed his bloated belly.
Maybe he wanted to meet him sooner and that's why his body was doing its everything in fattening him up faster and he couldn't say that he disliked the feeling.
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It wasn't a farfetched statement to say that starting to talk to Jaemin was something that changed Jeno's life for the better. He had spent month after month pining for guys that weren't looking his way, consistently upset with his body despite being in peak physical condition year round and just overall unhappy with himself.
Coming to terms with his struggling in the dating pool and unconventional fetish of being into helping guys put on weight was something that was difficult for a gay man of this era so he had resigned all hope to just ignoring the part that makes him tick. Seeing guys put on weight and just generally lose their figure to gluttony.
Jeno had fully resigned to not ever indulging this side of his habits and living vicariously through pleasuring himself while seeing what gainers across the world were doing to themselves. But, everything switched when he got a message from Jaemin on the website that they were on.
He was the type to fall hard and fast and maybe that's why he was influenced by Jaemin's words so easily.
"you call that a meal? jeno you're such a big guy i'm sure you can handle more food than that."
"you said you were still hungry so what's stopping you from getting another combo... or three."
"that's what i thought... until i broke my pants earlier this week. i think you'll be on that path soon too. more like a pig than a dog now."
It was one thing to picture helping a guy get fatter through his own help but Jaemin was doing it so effortlessly, not realizing the impact that he was having on Jeno who was so eager to listen to the requests. Within the past couple of months, he could hardly remember the nights where he didn't go to sleep stuffed to the brim, rubbing his gut and seeing Jaemin's encouraging messages.
It's not like Jeno was putting on the weight alone. Some messages were shot the other way and he knew that Jaemin was always caught off guard when Jeno bit back in the way that he usually did.
"you said you'd leave treats for me but here you are so stuffed you can't even get up? who's the pig here?"
"jaemin, you'd think you'd wear things that fit but you keep busting your buttons just about every week. how long until your chair is next?"
"it makes sense your arms are so buff considering how much fat you have to lift when you touch yourself, jaeminnie."
Swinging out of left field was enough to get Jaemin to lose his mind with Jeno, taking more time to reply and he was familiarized with the idea of knowing Jaemin was getting off on the messages.
They had fallen into a fattening sync with each other and it was no wonder their growth photos had accelerated since they started talking. Jeno was more than eager to catch up to Jaemin's growth and with his desire to be his fat lap dog, it wasn't going to be hard to do so.
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The day of their promised meeting finally arrived as Jeno pulled up to his apartment complex, more nervous than anything else. It was going without saying that the feelings that he had for Jaemin weren't something that were just in the feederism bubble.
He loved the fact that he had grown to this size. Being conscious of how his gut bounced with each step that he took. Choosing to take the stairs as he had to adjust to how much his thighs rubbed while he took a step up and how much weight was weighing him down. A simple stair climb that would have taken him about five minutes a couple months ago was now taking more than ten as he made his way up.
But, the feelings he had for Jaemin ran a lot deeper than just this feeling of wanting to grow under his hand. He wanted to be with him as a lover. They've already shared so much about themselves. Their insecurities. Their fears. What they aspire to do in life. It just so happened they connected through their mutual kink and mutual desire to help the other grow.
"the doors open when you get here."
Jeno caught his breath once he arrived at Jaemin's floor, already a little excited from the exertion that got him to this point before he ended up in front of the door. Twisting the knob revealed the empty walkway before he saw the man who was responsible for his physique move his way into view, his gut leading the way as he smiled.
"There's my puppy." Jeno couldn't help but jog over, reveling in the way his fat bounced and seeing the look on Jaemin's face that told him that he was doing the same. It felt better to be hugged by those strong arms he grew to adore than just admire them online but they were a lot softer than he once would have guessed.
Their bellies kissing made it difficult for the hug to be proper, fat melding into the other as Jaemin looked a little meek. "Ah, is it bad that I wanted to do things a little more properly... but right now, I don't think I can get just enough with a hug?"
Jeno felt his heart swell before he moaned as he felt Jaemin's hands wander his fat body, "You're even bigger than I thought you'd be. I can't believe I helped put all this on and I'm just getting to feel it now."
There's a cocky smile on Jeno's face, "Of course. I got this fat just for you and you're the one that spoiled me to this size." He fondled Jaemin's chest which got a surprise gasp from the man, "It's not like you're that small yourself though, huh, Jaeminnie."
They're so intertwined with each other that Jeno can feel the way that his words send a chill through Jaemin's spine as he smiles, "Some mouth on this dog. Maybe we'll have to see how many treats it'll take to make you nice and obedient."
In a whirlwind of kisses and exploring the vast bodies they had worked up, they end up in Jaemin's kitchen. Jeno hops on the counter after a few attempts, his belly spilling into his lap as he spreads his legs where Jaemin moves in closer, their bellies pressing into each other once again.
A small little peck, full of more endearment than lust is enough to make Jeno feel like he's just a lovestruck puppy before Jaemin opens the fridge and pulls out some cartons of heavy cream. Raising the spout to his lips, Jeno drinks eagerly, his hands on his belly as he feels himself inflate with each eager gulp.
The praises that Jaemin sings to him with each carton is enough to make him break any record that he once had with how much he could drink, feeling so full that he might burst. He burps before gasping as Jaemin moves his belly up, rubbing his crotch.
"I have to pet everywhere I can on my puppy after all. Belly rubs for a good boy." Thanks to how bloated he felt, the outward pressure of Jaemin's firm hands was coaxing more burps out of him and only adding to the pleasure that he felt like he was drowning in. His hand teased the fat pad, brushing it and running it over Jeno's length.
"You always look amazing but I think I love seeing you in this much pleasure, puppy." Jeno's eyes open wide at the revelation and Jaemin can't help but look a little embarrassed at the reaction. "Just... forget I said that."
"Say it again." Jeno hopped off the counter, wincing at how his belly moved at the sudden feeling before he wrapped his arm around Jaemin's fat waist, feeling his arm blending into fat as he looked at him with a smile so wide.
They seemed to just get each other perfectly as Jaemin repeated, "I love you."
Their lips crashed into each other as Jeno's hand snuck into Jaemin's pants after feeling the other man rut his erection into him. He pulled away with a smile, "Jaemin, do you really have nothing that fits because how did you burst your pants when I didn't even feed you yet?"
"I was just that excited to see you." Jeno chuckles before he hears Jaemin add, "And maybe I had a little panic meal before you got here."
He didn't expect to find something as perfect as this online but he wasn't going to complain and given how Jaemin's gut seemed to hunger for more, he knew that he was going to feel the exact same way about it.
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Be my security, it's your therapy
Please be kind and patient with me when sending your request. I’m a new writer, and I overthink and get in my head a lot. Especially when it come to writing something for someone else’s liking.
i.e: “hi could you do a soft dom!gojo with a dacryphilia and breeding *ink? *details, details, details.* thank you and I appreciate it.”
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Boy, you're the one, you're the only man Fandoms I will write for as of now
JJK: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna | One piece: Shanks, Beckman, Rayleigh, Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Usopp | MWW2: Ghost, König, Price | ROR: Buddha | ATSV: Miguel | TLOU: Joel |
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breeding *ink, daddy *ink, cunnilingus both giving and receiving, fingering, dacryphilia, rough s*x, breath play, hybrid bunny reader(duhh I’m a bunny girlie enthusiast), age gap, s*x pollen, t*reesome, etc.
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Things I’m unsure about, but am willing to try.
dub/non-con, cnc, step-cest, somno, pregnant reader, g*ng bangs, smut for gn!reader (I will try, but seriously please don’t come for me if I make a mistake just be kind and I can fix it. I’m human.)
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When I need my space, you give that
Thing I will absolutely not write about.
necro, vore, mommy kink, watersports + p!ss kink, domestic abuse, brainwashing, mental health problems, butt plugs, scat, ct, snowballing, race play, knife play, dom reader, male!reader, m-preg, eating disorders, kidnapping, character × character, baby trapping, pegging, rim jobs, age regression, foot fetish, bukkake, non-con recording, stuckage, sounding, period *ex.
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With you, I ain't holdin' shit back
Don’t even ask I will ignore it.
I will not write smut for Itadori, megumi, or Mahito in jjk. Or any Canon minor characters, the thought makes me uncomfy.
(& Megumi is literally my child lol.)
I won’t yuck your yum, but please don’t expect me to write about it.
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Current fics planned out, feel free to ask because we need enrichment
Ticci Toby sick fluff (in progress)
SorJef fluff (weed on the roof) (in progress)
Ticci Toby Stuckage (collab with @sister-lucifer)
Ticci Toby Home Invasion gone wrong
Brim home invasion side plot
Jessica Locke x werewolf reader (FF)
Resistance AU (Brian's Deal)
Jack Chains Fic (vague Idea)
Puppyboy Toby (request)
Freak pervert voyeur Toby (request)
SorJef smut (on hold)
Something with Alex Kralie being a pathetic loser who doesn't get laid enough ( i want him miserable he is my current favorite)
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Toy in a Toy Box
Zeke Jaeger x Reader
◙warnings: dilf! Zeke, babysitter! Reader, stuckage, age gap (10-ish years, reader is in grad school) “sweetheart/hun/honey” used for Reader, “Mister/Sir” used for Zeke, silver fox! Zeke with a manbun. Some smacks to the butt, one with a belt. Mention of an IUD. Smut (18+) minors and ageless do not interact! porn made more consensual and softer basically lmao
◙word count: 1.9k
◙summary: You babysit for your neighbour and single dad, Zeke Jaeger. And — to be fair — you never thought you would get stuck in the toy box.
◙note: this is for @weepinglevi Porn Trope collab!! Gosh I know this is short and there's no depth but pr0n ☺ and Zeke w grey hair and a manbun is making me cumbust <3 also sorry no bastard zeke only just a sprinkle of bastard 🤌 thank you for letting my join Lisa!!! <3 EDIT: @yourtamaki HELPED ME SO SO MUCH WITH THIS I AM SO SORRY MY BRAIN FARTED I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH FOR HELPING SO SIGNIFICANTLY WITH THIS
To be fair, you never thought you would get stuck in the toy box.
Mister Zeke has always been kind… amongst other things. Even as his hair and beard slowly become grey and speckled in his mid to late thirties, he's stayed an object of your attraction for years now. Should you be thinking of your employer this way? Obviously not. Especially since there is at least ten years between the two of you and you take care of his daughter.
If anything, he has only become more attractive. Compared to Zeke, all the college men your age look like utter children fumbling for your attention and it only got worse when you entered grad school. Then add on the way he treats his daughter like a princess and you have been sold on this man since you started working for him when you turned twenty-one.
Plus, his daughter Diane is a treat. You have been babysitting her on-and-off since she was five and she is sassier than Zeke ever intended. Firecracker to her core even as a ten-year-old in elementary. You are just thankful she goes to bed when you say, you figure running around and running her mouth wear her out more than she thinks.
Zeke is at an all-day work thing you off-handedly asked about just to converse with him. You did not really care but you knew it meant a late night and sleeping on the couch probably until he came home.
Fuck, you forgot to ask Diane to put away her toys. Stuffed animals and drawing books are splayed near the giant toy box they reside in. It’s not hard to put them away, it’s better to just do it rather Zeke come home to a mess. The edge of the toy box is just higher than your hips, high enough to need a stool to kneel on while you file the toys in.
Next thing you know the heavy wooden lid is falling onto your back, stool knocked from under your knees and you are stuck with your top half in the box. The carpet doesn’t provide enough leverage for you to try to drag yourself out, the height of the box doesn’t allow your knees to touch the floor, and your upper body strength is definitely not enough to lift you and the heavy lid up. You can’t yell for Diane to help you because she is upstairs and sleeps like the dead.
You are stuck.
You are fucking stuck.
With your ass up and tiny pajama shorts doing nothing to cover your lacey underwear properly. You are hoping Zeke comes home soon, last you checked it was 10:35pm and he said 11 pm.
He does not disappoint, in fact he comes home ten minutes early to see your ass stuck into the air and you trying to desperately wiggle out of the toy box in his living room. Seeing pretty lace straining to cover your cunt and pajama shorts that do nothing to cover you. You don’t need to see how his slacks stretch to accommodate his cock hardening in his pants, nor how he licks his lips and smirks at the sight. You call his name once before he puts down his work bag and situates himself behind you. Hands gripping at the soft skin of your hips, you jolt at the unexpected contact.
“Mister- eek!”
“There's usually a “Z” in front of that sweetheart.”
“Mister Zeke?”
He can hear you sigh, though he doesn’t know if it’s in relief or because of his hands massaging your hips.
"I’m right here hun, need some help?"
Your shirt has slinked down your body from where you are bent over in the toy box, thighs clenching and shifting at the sound of his voice. He barely heard the little “yeah” you gave him. God, he wants to…
“Can I touch you?”
There is a pause, then another “yeah.”
His hands are firm against your skin, better than you imagined. Pressing into the crotch of your shorts to feel the outline and heat of your cunt. The box has gotten hotter since you have been stuck, hearing your own small moans echo off the wood and into your own ears.
“Keep talkin’ hun so I know you’re okay.”
God forbid he actually hurts you, but part of the request is just to hear your breathy voice, to satiate his curiosity of what you will say.
“Okay, yes sir…”
He has always told you to not call him “mister” or “sir” but in this situation, it just makes his blood rush straight to his cock. Fingers circling over your clit and pinching over the material of your panties, hearing your curses and slurred words muffled by the wooden box. But he is impatient, hooking his fingers around the fabrics to shove them down your knees and finally see the pussy he has been thinking about every time he fucks his fist.
He stares, pulling your cheeks apart to see your cunt more clearly and watching it quiver, already wet which is all Zekes doing.
“Been hiding this pretty pussy from me this whole time?” The mock disappointment in his voice doesn’t soften the blow of his words, going straight to your cunt as he watches it dampen before his eyes.
You are apologizing, mind running a mile a minute and knees weakening, “sorry. ‘M sorry, I wanted to give it to you.”
Zeke closes his eyes for a second to savor your words, taking a rubber band off his wrists to tie back the strands of blonde and grey hair.
“Really now?” the tips of his fingers circle over your hole, teasing just like his voice.
“Mmhm. Since the beginning, I wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt,” there is false confidence in not having to look him in the eye while you reveal your dirty little secret to him, “please, just touch me now... Mister Zeke?”
“Well, when you beg so pretty, how can I say no?”
Your hips jump every time he lays he hands on you, fingers finally slipping in with the help of his guiding on on your waist to pull you onto them. Fuck, your cunt is tight around his fingers, curling them into your soft inner walls and listening to how your moans continuously echo throughout the box. All the while your thighs are shaking from the strain of the position and you are only getting wetter every time he speaks.
The amount of times he has imagined bending you over the couch, the kitchen sink, anything in reach really, is countless. Finally, he gets to touch you like he has wanted, like you wanted. Cock straining his khakis and whipping off his belt only for it to smack your ass in the process. You squirm, thighs tensing at the sting of pain only for his hands to come down on your ass instead of his belt. He can just see your cunt gushing from the spanks, working his pants down his legs until he taps your folds with the tip of his cock. Sliding over them a few times not only to wet his dick a bit but to hear your desperate groans and watch you try to sink back on him.
“Say what you want.”
All the blood has rushed to your head, stuttering out, “you, you. I want you- fuck.”
“Good, there ya go sweetheart.”
Zeke pushes in, watching your pussy stretch around his length until he bottoms out as much as he can without hurting you. Fingers dug into your hips that relieve some of your own weight off your knees. Ten years of silent lusting and he does not disappoint. You can not see his cock like you wish or how his face shifts at the feeling of your insides or how he bites his lip raw to keep quiet but you can feel him pushing your inner walls to the limit.
Zeke is trying not to thrust too hard, aware of how the wood of the box will rattle against the wall but do you know how hard it is to resist just pushing into you until the neighbors call about the sound? Very hard, to say the least.
"How ya feeling, hun?"
Considering he's fucking you stupid and the blood is still pulsing in your head, you are feeling simply great. Stupidly so.
"G-good, Mister Zeke," echoes in that stupid little toy box he should have thrown out months ago. Honestly, as much as he loves this pornographic image of how he's fucking your bent body, he would rather see your face now.
Cool air washes over you once he lifts the heavy lid open, grasping your shoulder to shove you into his chest and bless the tightness in his balls to resist cumming at the sight of your fucked out face. Disheveled and heated, drool leaking from your mouth.
"Fuck," he manages to stay in you as he takes you to the couch, letting you rely on his strength since the shaking in your thighs has not ceased until you are belly down on the tawny-grey fabric.
One loud moan out in the open and his arm is wrapping around to clasp his hand on your mouth, "I'd love to hear you moan freely another time but for now you gotta stay quiet honey."
A muffled grunt of agreement and he's back to thrusting into you, hands spreading your ass apart to watch his cock slide in and out of your slick pussy. He effectively has your legs trapped underneath him but that eases the ache in your legs the earlier position caused. Knees dug into the couch next to your thighs and you can even feel his balls squish against your cunt. He has left you to bite onto a decorative pillow that happened to be in reach, so close to nirvana at the position because he is just hitting so deep. Feeling every inch and vein in his cock pulsing inside you. Your nails dig into his thigh to get his attention away from the sight of your cunt engulfing him, "Mister Zeke!"
"What, sweetheart?"
"M'gonna cum," he can tell you are trying so hard to stay as quiet as possible, little moans staying in your throat and chest.
"Then do it, wanna feel you."
There are tears teasing the edges of your eyes as you bite into the pillow once again, cunt clenching around his dick so tightly he has to pause balls deep inside just to relish the feeling of your hips trying to buck back into his.
"So pretty," hot words breathed across your neck as he chases his own high, "want me to stuff you full?"
He waits for your nod, kissing a tear off your cheek before his bruising grip only becomes more prominent on your hips. He can even feel the heel of your foot hit his back with a small smothered squeal when he finally empties his balls into you. Bless the memory of you complaining about how much IUDs suck recently, he does not want another unexpected kid despite loving the one he has with his whole heart.
Zeke sits back on his calves, squeezing your ass again just to see how your pussy has stretched around him, watching how his cum slinks out as he pulls out. He is thankful it's late and you two are both obviously tired otherwise he'd want another round… or two….or three. Just to make up on lost time.
"Sleepy?"
It takes all the energy in you to nod, groaning when he taps your ass to get up.
“C’mon, bedtime then.”
Diane does not ask why you are hanging around more often, even when her dad is home. She enjoys having double the attention and how her dad caves at anything she asks when you give him puppy-dog eyes too.
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