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hellsslibrary · 8 months
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I really liked your Epel and Riddle first time with male reader post bc I never really see top male reader content 🫂 if it's okay with you could you write a similar post for Kalim, Jamil, Floyd, Malleus, and Silver? I always appreciate your work ❤️🌈
✧・゚:*Kalim, Jamil, Floyd, Malleus and Silver's first sex with M!reader*:・゚✧
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DNI : minors.
#a.n. : Oh god thank you!! I am very pleased to hear this. Well, Top male reader is actually a rare topic in general, so I'm glad someone is enjoying it!
!!Warnings : first time (obviously), fingering, praise, comfort, Floyd is a bit of a brat, pet names, gentle sex, reference to eel mating (yeah, get ready for biology).
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Kalim.
Well... It was probably not even planned, to be honest, but it just kind of happened so spontaneously. Well, you know, just one of you will get turned on (or both of you) and the situation will just take its course.
He has been ready for a long time, so what else can he expect? Well, except for your consent, of course. But other than that, he doesn't need anything, so he's ready for you to take him at any moment.
Although of course he is nervous, because this is such a moment! His favorite boyfriend will deprive him of his virginity, it's so exciting for him! While he'll still be excited about it, he really wants you two to end up fine.
So he will give you control and dominance without any arguments. He wants to make you feel good, which means he will fulfill any of your requests/orders, just to make you feel good.
"Oh, that's so weird, you know? Not bad of course! But weird..." Kalim mutters as he watches your fingers disappear and reappear in his hole as he squeezes your shoulders in his grip.
You chuckle, spreading your fingers in him slightly, which makes him gasp for breath and squeezes your fingers, which makes you laugh even harder.
"I know, sunshine... You'll get used to it soon, trust me," he just nods vigorously at your words, enjoying your soft and slow movements.
"I believe, I believe! It's just... Oh, there!" he screams when he feels your fingers touch his sweet spot, which makes you smirk.
Of course, it was strange to feel your dick in him, and in general something inside him, but he was just in seventh heaven for happiness!
When he finally gets used to the feeling, he will let out something between a moan and a chuckle, pulling you closer and kissing your lips in a sweet and long kiss.
"Mmm, amazing... Don't stop, please!" he whimpers, wrapping his legs around your waist, bringing you even closer to him.
You let out a chuckle, nodding silently, kissing his shoulders, making occasional hickeys on his tanned skin as your hips move at a firm, moderate pace.
He moans, biting his lips in pleasure, burrowing his hands into your hair and squeezing around your cock from time to time.
"So... So g-good, oh, yo-you're so good..." he mutters, moaning as you squeeze his thigh, rubbing its inside painfully close to his bouncing, from your thrusts, cock.
He'll definitely bombard you with compliments after you're done, and he'll probably blabber about it to someone the next day (after all, how often does he think before he says something?)
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Jamil.
I don't know. I kind of want to think that he probably wouldn't care too much about it, but at the same time I can't. I think that you would also discuss the most important aspects with him, just in case.
He doesn't worry too much. He's just about to lose his virginity to the guy he loves, it's just a little exciting, that's all.
But of course he will make sure that your first time will be wonderful and memorable! Just... Just in case :) .
Doesn't really want to give you full control, but will allow you to control most of the process, although it will still take control here and there.
And you will probably be doing this at night... You know, so that all sorts of princes can't distract your Jamil.
"Uhm... A little deeper, [Your name]... Mmm, yes, right there, okay..." he mutters, relaxing under your fingers.
He closes his eyes, his tanned fingers lightly squeezing the pillowcase beneath him as your fingers slowly but surely stretch him for the next experience.
"Are you sure you don't want to speed it all up?" you ask, covering his back with kisses along his spine.
"Do we have somewhere to hurry?" he asks a clearly rhetorical question, glancing back at you over his shoulder, causing you to shake your head in denial.
And, random headcanon, I think he will almost immediately get used to the sensations of your dick inside.
It's just... He's way too relaxed and calm during the whole act (well, as far as you can be when you're being fucked, of course).
"Ghah...I never thought it would be so nice..." he mumbles into the pillow, slowly moving his hips in time with your thrusts.
"And why? You never thought this would happen?" you ask, squeezing his buttcheeks lightly, running your thumb along his stretched rim.
"I thought I wouldn't have time, ah, for this in general, b-but... It's really ni-nice," his voice breaks slightly as he feels your cock touch his prostate.
And then the whole room is filled with sighs that grow into quiet moans when you deliberately start fucking him from this angle, earning a light kick in the side from him.
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Floyd.
Well... Am I supposed to say this? It wasn't even discussed at all. It just happened. Both of you just got horny and just fucked. It's Floyd after all.
He doesn't care at all. Although he is still interested in how sex works in human form, because he probably does not know much about it. Eventually the eels reproduce (Probably. No one knows yet how the mating process occurs in eels) through clouds of sperm that fertilize nearby caviar, they don't even have a dick as such.
Actually... Whether he gives you control or not depends entirely on his mood. So hope for the option that you think is the best, imp.
But damn... It's a great feeling for him! He's also very loud, although you may not even be working on his lower half yet, so I suggest covering his mouth.
"Oh, Koebi-chan, hurry up, I can't stand it! Faster!" Floyd whines as he tries to push your hand away, but only whimpers when you press harder on his prostate.
"Shut up, Floyd. It's going to hurt if I don't stretch you, so be patient..." You whisper, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder, fingering his ass, causing him to squeeze the sheets underneath.
"You're so mean, Koebi-chan~," Floyd mutters, but obviously enjoys your touch.
Well... When your dick is in him, he will not pay attention to pain or strange sensations and will tell you to start fucking him right away!
In the end, it's such an amazing feeling... He even starts to love his human form more. He would never have thought that such pleasure was possible.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, right there! Hu-hurry—Mhm!" He screams and then furrows his brows at you in a playful manner as you cover his mouth with your hand.
You just continue your quick but gentle thrusts into him as you feel him bite your hand lightly, causing you to hiss and your other hand slaping his ass with moderate force.
"Floyd, shut up... And don't bite, or I'll put something in your mouth, got it?" you ask, stopping your thrusts by looming over him, and tearing out a desperate moan muffled by your hand as your cock pressed even harder against his prostate.
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Malleus.
... I'm torn between two options that he knows too much about sex, or absolutely nothing, I just can't decide ... But since we're talking about virginity here, let's talk about the second option.
He probably doesn't know anything about sex except that there is a phallus and there is a hole. Like, really. So you should probably discuss this beforehand to let him know that sex is not just about instant penetration.
Definitely, he will look for any information about sex, especially about two men (I bet he did not even know that same-sex people can have sex).
And gladly give control into your hands, and also gladly take control into his hands, if that's what you want. He doesn't care as long as both of you are satisfied afterwards.
"Oh... Darling, that's... So weird, not described in the book at all..." Malleus whispers, holding his legs wide for you.
"I don't even want to know what book it is... But anyway, it'll be nice after you get used to it, I promise," you whisper, kissing him on the mark on his forehead, which makes him hum in satisfaction.
"I get it... Then I'll try to get used to it," he nods to himself, closing his eyes and focusing on the feel of your fingers in him.
He probably won't even feel pain at the moment of penetration of your dick, like the truth. He will immediately get used to it, adapt and that's it.
Although he is very sensitive, yes. Considering that the boy is so desperate for touch and he gets the most intimate of them, this is too good for him! Although he is still quite collected.
"Oh, love... You're amazing. You know... Can you bend forward a little, please?" he asks you, and you raise an eyebrow, but you bend over him a little forward, digging a moan out of him.
"What you..?" you stop short when you notice how his fangs bite his lower lip in pleasure, which makes you smile, and continue thrusting in this position.
"It's just that in the wide-legged position, you have to bend over further, mhm, and there will be more pleasure, because the pressure of the ph-phallus on the prostate will be stronger, well, at least that's what I read," he mumbles, lying on his side.
"He's really over-prepared..." you mutter under your breath, chuckling, but take his left knee in your hand, spreading his legs a little wider, eliciting a whimper from him.
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Silver.
Well, he definitely knows that sex is sex. He does not know the subtleties, but he understands the basics quite well. So, you still need to discuss it with him one way or another.
Absolutely not against doing this, although he is worried, of course. But not because he will lose his virginity (although this also worries him a little), but because he is afraid to fall asleep.
He will completely give control to you without pretensions and disputes, which is not surprising. And tell you to wake him up if he suddenly falls asleep, of course.
Although... I doubt he will sleep tonight. In the end, it's a new experience, a sensation for him, and also a slight fear that someone (we don't go into details ;) ) might hear you two and Silver will never see the end of teasing about it.
Only soft moans and whimpers came out of his mouth as he fidgeted on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to lie down.
You chuckle at this, taking his waist with your free hand and pulling his body closer to you so that his ass rests on your lap and his upper half remains on the mattress.
He groans, but then relaxes, trying not to moan too loudly for fear that someone might hear you, so when he feels your fingers touch his prostate, he pulls you closer, kissing you and moaning against your lips.
He wasn't particularly tense during the act anyway, so it wasn't too uncomfortable when you entered him, although it still hurt.
"Oh, hush, hush, it's not that painful, you know?" you whisper soothingly, wiping a couple of tears from the edge of his sleepy eyes, to which he nods.
"Yes, yes... Continue please, I'll get used to it... It's all right," he smiles reassuringly, nodding weakly.
You nod, kissing his closed eyelids, which makes him smile tenderly, hugging your neck as you cover his face, shoulders, and neck in kisses, which makes him laugh at the tickle, moaning at your thrusts.
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binahs-sinbin · 1 year
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Overstimulating the tweels? (+riddle and idia if it's ok :))
Well of course it’s ok!!💙💚 Did ficlets!
All characters below are 18+
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Jade
Cw: overstim, bondage, c*ck rings,
Jade playfully tugged against the restraints you had put on him, leaving him tied to the bed while you go grab a few ‘toys’ to make the night more interesting.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was relieved when you came back into his line of site. “(M/C), might i ask what’s in the bag?” He eyed the black bag you carried at hip height. You climbed onto the bed, settling yourself beside him, placing the bag so he can’t see what’s in it.
“It’s a surprise.” You hum out, grabbing the first toy you had, it was bright pink. You slid it down his cock, to the base. You flipped the switch to turn it on. You reach into the bag and grab…another ring?
“Why do you have two rings?”
You ignore the amused look he gives you, instead you grab…a handful of rings? They all were in different colors. You hum to yourself, slipping a few more into his cock, letting one rest right under the head of his cock. You click it on, earning a gasp. “A-ah, those are really t-tight.”
He yelps feeling you grab his cock roughly pumping it. Unsurprisingly he doesn’t last long, trembling under you as he cums. Jade collapses against the bed, he hisses when you don’t stop, milking his cock.
“Wait,” He groaned out. “It’s too much, please turn them off. I-I can’t take both.” You hummed in acknowledgment but made no attempt to remove them or even turn them off. You let go of his cock, watching it bob excitedly.
You let your hand slide up his cock to the tip. You roughly rubbed the slit of his cock. Jade jerks under you, yanking on the restraints. “You look so cute like this…you can take more.”
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Floyd
Cw: overstim, vibrating wands
Floyd purred at the near painful stimulation. The wand trapped his cock against his stomach, you had it on its highest setting pressed against the tip of his cock. “F-feels so good, d-don’t stop.” Floyd murmed out.
You nodded, lightly pressing it against his cock, releasing the pressure than repeating the process. Floyd groans, cumming hard onto his own stomach. Floyd purred, leaning back against you, hips trembling. He bucks against you before pressing his hips against you.
He hissed as the overstimulation starts to become too much. “S-Shrimpyy! Please it’s so much!” He whined out, tensing up. He grabs your wrist to try and stop you only for you to slap his thigh.
“Quit being such a bitch, you just asked me to keep going.” You squeeze his thighs, tapping the wand on his cockhead. He fell back against you. You can hear his high pitched cry as you pin his cock again.
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Riddle
Cw: overstim, , dracryphilia, tip polishing
“N-no more, hurts!” Riddle whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He’s lost track of how many times you’ve made him cum. There has to be a rule saying you can’t overstimulate the Queen of Hearts, right?
Well, no matter how much riddle tried to reason with you, but you had no interest in listening. Instead, you chose to teach him a ‘fun’ thing you read about. Your palm was flat against the head of his cock while your other hand rubbed his cock against it. He was grateful you had at least used lube, though it also made your movements seamless.
“Ah, ah, ah!” You mock, laughing at the whines that escaped him. “You’re a housewarden! You should be able to take this much!” You sigh in mock disappointment. “If your stamina is really that bad, I guess I could go to Carter…”
Riddle practically jumped up at that. “N-nnono! I can take it!” He grabs your arm for support, hiding his face as much as he could, muffling his panting. “I can take anything-“
“Anything?” You interrupt, Riddle nods in response. “So you would let me sound you?” Riddle went rigged, paling at the thought. He slowly nods, pressing himself against you.
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Idia
Cw: overstim,slight praise kink
Pathetic whines escaped Idia, though he made no attempt to move away from you. You thumbed the slit of his cock, watching in amusement as Idia thrashed under.
Or at least he was trying to thrash but it was completely pathetic, honestly he was so much weaker than you that he could struggle all he wanted but it was in vain. He couldn’t get away, not that he wanted to.
“Aah! Ah! So much s-so goood!” He whimpers, out, trying to thrust up into your hand. “T-thank you!” He trembles and you can feel his nails digging into your back as your free hand tease the glands of his throbbing cock.
“Good boy!” You praise, feeling him twitch in your hand in response. “You can cum again, right?” He quickly shakes his head earning a huff from you. “I’m sure you can handle more, come on.”
You get rougher with the tip of his cock, only using his own cum as lube. You drag your nails along his cock watching the panicked look on his face as your nails scrape the head of his cock.
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kingschclar · 1 year
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KINKTOBER DAY SIX — sounding with floyd leech
contains :: gn!reader, sub!floyd, mean!reader, bondage, punishment, overstimulation, edging, vibrators, third year floyd, cock slapping (once)
kinktober mlist!!
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Exam season was approaching, and while you weren't overly worried about it, you still had to do revisions for all the topics tested. The third year in Night Raven college was one of the most important years, after all. That combined with being Crowley's helper and taking care of Grim, you were running dangerously low on time to yourself. Floyd, as your boyfriend, wasn't helping much either. In fact, it's almost as if he's been getting more frustrating recently, even going out of his way to get in yours. What happened today, however, was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Floyd, I'm not in the mood today. Please return that notebook to me," you tried to be patient, knowing that it'd do none of you good if you were to get mad at him. You've already lost at least 3 hours today on the headmaster's stupid errands, and he was just messing around. You also didn't want all the other students around the courtyard to witness your possible outburst. Floyd pouted, the hand with your notebook still raised up high. "Please, I have to study."
"Awww, you're no fun." He sighed but lowered his arm anyway. You thanked the heavens above that he was cooperating with you today, feeling some of your stress dissolve at the act.
Until his fingers loosened their grip.
You watched in horror as the notebook fell backwards, and Floyd spun around quickly, his action unexpectedly pushing the notebook away from him and right into the old well. He looked at you with panic in his eyes, only seeing anger and hurt in yours. A million thoughts raced through your head, but you just grabbed his hand tightly, a visible sneer on your face. "Do you just want my attention? Is this what it's all about?" He tried to tell you that it was an accident, that he wouldn't have done that to you, but you tugged on his arm harshly before he could. "I'll give you my damn attention then, Floyd."
The merman knew where this was going. Obviously, he did, and though he felt bad, he was just a little excited. What would you do to him? How would you act when you're angry? Would you be rougher? Or manhandle him and make even the walls shake?
The moment you got into your room, you pulled out your chair and pushed him onto it, seething as you looked around for something. Probably rope. Bondage wasn't his favourite thing, but it wasn't really up to him to decide what you were going to do at this moment.
As expected, you pulled out a familiar red rope, walking over to Floyd wordlessly before wrapping them around his wrist, then tying them to the back of the chair securely, hard enough to leave marks on his pale, perfect skin. He stayed mostly still the entire time, save swaying just a little and hands trembling just slightly. You took more rope, tying his ankles to the legs of the chairs as well.
“I didn’t want to take this out yet, but…” you grumbled, pulling out a set of rods. Sounding rods. Floyd gulped as he eyed the rods, then you. “These are sounding rods, and they’re supposed to go up and into your urethra.” You almost sounded bored as you moved to unzip his pants. You pulled his cock out, staring at it for a moment as it twitched in your hand. You scoffed, slapping it and drawing a yelp out of the tall man and causing pre to dribble out of it. “You’re a freak, Floyd.” He winced, watching you contemplate for a few seconds before selecting a rod of medium thickness.
You decided that you were feeling generous, practically covering the rod with lube before placing it at the slit of his dick, pushing it in slowly. Floyd let out an awful noise, hands struggling against the rope as he felt the unfamiliar feeling spread through his body. He cried out your name, squirming around like a worm. “Hurts! It hurts!” He complained, yet his cock only got harder in your hand. You spat on it, stroking him harder as you continued inserting the rod till it was all in.
Floyd’s head was thrown back, panting and shaking as he tried to get used to the feeling of the rod in him. It was so foreign, and he didn’t know if he loved it or not. He felt so sensitive, so exposed under your gaze, but it only made him ache for more pleasure. He repeated your name over and over, continuing to jerk around as he pouted at you, hoping that you’d do something instead of standing there, staring at him.
His calls for you finally worked as you got down between his legs, ghosting your fingers over his cock before starting to stroke it once again, watching as your boyfriend tried to thrust up into your hand, sounds that can only be described as pathetic flowing freely from his lips. Such a masochist. “Ah! I’m going to cum!” He sniffled as he met your eyes, seeing that cruel glint in them that he knew too well. You withdrew your hands from him almost immediately, making the eel tremble and whimper. You held back a smile as you leaned up, pecking his cheek.
You pulled out a vibrator out of your pocket, quickly attaching it to his cock before turning it on. Floyd screamed unabashedly, pulling on the ropes harshly and making the chair rock slightly. “I’ll be back soon, Floyd,” you cooed, and he looked at you, eyes wide.
“W-Wait! I-”
“See you later.”
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snowshail · 2 years
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Teasing Floyd until he begs. Behind you with the view of your back and the view of seeing his throbbing hard cock with just the tip inside of your wet and tight hole. Ignoring him while he begs to put it all in. The only reason he cares for your approval is because you'll give him nothing more if he doesn't abide by your terms
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Cw: Edging
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✧ You were about at your limit. Floyd was usually annoying but it had gotten worse recently.
✧ His tantrum throwing and urchin-like behavior seemed calculated and you were starting to suspect he was doing it on purpose.
✧ Your usual punishments didn't seem to be working. You’d gotten too soft. It was time you took charge of the situation.
You’d tied Floyd up in a typical armed dining chair, securing his arms and legs so he couldn't move. Maybe it wasn't needed, but you gave special attention to his thighs, forearms, and waist, tightly wrapping thick layers of red rope around him. It would definitely leave a mark when all this was done. 
His eyes were watery and he sniffled at the sight of you. He was also shivering, though you weren't sure if it was from the cold (Considering how you undressed him) Or the anticipation. A thin line of cloth was strung between his lips, the fabric partially ripped from his constant teething. 
You looked him up and down, deciding what you should do with him. He mumbled senselessly, words blending together incoherently, and the cloth making him sputter and lisp. Ignoring him, you bent down to his pants, undoing his belt and pulling out his cock.
Your firm grip on it made him whimper. In a quick motion, you spit on it, hearing him breath in sharply. You ran your thumb under his dick, spreading the liquid. 
It was good enough. 
You pulled down your attire and situation yourself on his lap, and for a second he looked excited. His mumbling stopped and he stared awestruck at you. You forcibly lifted his chin up and licked the corners of his eyes where his tears had been welling up. Then, slowly, you moved down to his ear, letting your breath draw over it before biting. 
“P-Pleathe-” He choked out his words. “Eh? Do you think you deserve it? He looked down shyly and shook his head. “Good. You’ve been an embarrassment.” You widened your legs a tad, getting ready to lower yourself onto him.
“If you cum, I’ll cage you for the rest of the month.” He sniffled, which you took as his compliance. You slowly let yourself consume him, making him throw his head back. He squirms when you stop at the head. He attempts to buck up into you, but the ropes hold firm and keep him down. 
“You know, if you'd only behaved earlier, I might have let you fuck my thigh.” Drool dripped down his chin, sliding down his shirt.
“ m- ghn- shorry! M shorry!” He nibbled on his cleave gag. “You oughtta be, I’m tired of people staring at us.” You sighed, “Maybe I should give them something to stare at… Maybe I should film your pretty O face~” He let out a high-pitched moan, gripping at the chair. His pretty dick had grown redder with every threat. 
He sniffled and stammered out something like “I’ll be good” and more mindlessly blabbering about wanting to cum. His pathetic state almost made you feel bad for him. You leaned down to him, holding the side of his cheek and lovingly kissing it.
“Not yet~”
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puchiponn · 2 years
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Floyd pls monch me ✍︎
⚠︎ Warnings!! ⚠︎
Slightly sussy content at the bottom, includes not so wholesome topics, generally vanilla though! Floyd x gn reader! Floyd is pretty sub here. It's 2 am so idk what I'm writing tbh.
☟︎︎︎ F
☟︎︎︎ L
☟︎︎︎ O
☟︎︎︎ Y
☟︎︎︎ D
EAT UNAGI RICE BOWLS IN FRONT OF HIS FACE WITHOUT BREAKING EYE CONTACT. DOOOOO ITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
"S-shrimpy...? That guy's my cousin.......BUT HE WAS ALWAYS PRETTY ANNOYIN' SO THANKS A BUNCH! How does it taste?? Can i have a bite??"
"No but you can eat ME out any day"
"WAITWAITWAITFLOYDHOLDUP!! NOT RIGHT NOW U SLIMY SUSHI ROLL TWINK LOOKING ASS BITCH."
"But im hungryyy~~!"
Giving up bc you're weirdly soft for the whiny eel man, you grab him by the face. Your hands cupping his cheeks. You kiss him, his tongue messily explores your mouth, but GOD WAS HE A GOOD FUCKING KISSER. Unfortunately, just being good wasn't enough. You pretty easily dominated him and regained control. (Morray eels actually dont have tongues, but let me live my fantasy.)
You break the kiss off and smile sweetly
"That's all you get for now. Be patient."
He looked at you dumbfounded and started to pretty annoyingly ask a bunch if questions that high-key made you wanna bend him over and fuck him stupid so he'd shut up.
"Heyhey shrimpyyy you said 'for now' when's later??? Is it later yet??? C'monnn"
"Now?"
"What about now??"
"Is it time yet?"
"That's it. Im taking you back to mostro lounge with me!"
He picked u up and threw u over his shoulder like a potato sack.
Finally sleepy yayayy lmk if yall want pt 2! And whether it should be fluff or smut
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bobgasm · 7 months
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camera shy | b.f
pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader word count: 2761 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], sub!bob, blowjob, filming the blowjob, aftercare,
summary: in which bob wants something of you to take away with him on his latest deployment
author’s note: i’m leaving for work in 15 mins but the urge to post this was more important than getting ready 😅
oneshot | masterlist
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“Go get the camera.”
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen Bob move so quickly. A small laugh fell past your lips as you watched him trip over the pile of laundry in the basket by the door.
Bob had seemed off all night. You’d chalked it down to the fact that he’d be on deployment for the foreseeable future, and that you weren’t going to be able to talk often. He’d been pouting all day. Antsy, like he wanted to tell you something – ask you something – and that he was just chalking up the nerve to do it.
You’d been playing with his hair for the better part of an hour. It had recently been cut again, and honestly, you wished he could grow it out. You liked the curls, but you understood the Navy were strict.
You’d thought he’d finally drifted off with his head in your lap as you watched reruns of some shitty sitcom on the tv in his living room. You hadn’t been paying attention to it, because your boy was struggling with something. You’d tried to ask him what was wrong, tell him that he could talk to you, but he’d brushed it off and laid his head in your lap without so much as a second thought.
Then he’d whispered it, so quiet you almost imagined it. If it hadn’t been for the silence from the tv, you probably would’ve missed it.
“I want to film you sucking my cock.”
And there it was. Out in the open. You’d kept playing with his hair, mulling it over. Letting him think you hadn’t heard him.
Then he’d repeated himself louder, and turned his head to look at you. His bright blue eyes were wide as they watched your reaction. Eyebrows pulled together in questioning. And his cheeks, god, they were so flushed it took your breath away.
“That’s what’s got you all worked up?” You asked, not bothering to hide the teasing tone from your voice.
He coughed to clear his throat before sitting up, nervously playing with his fingers as he wrung his hands together.
“I–yes,” he admitted. “I just…I’m going to be away from you for a while. If it was okay, I mean, I’d like to have something of you–of you telling me when I can and can’t cum. When the timezones interfere an–,”
“Okay,” you cut him off.
You’d never seen him this highly strung before, and you wanted to make him feel better. Release the tension he was holding in his body. Let him live out this fantasy. Because, after all, he was a good boy. Good boys deserved to be rewarded every now and then.
You waited patiently for Bob to join you again, mumbling to himself along the lines of “flat fuckin’ battery, typical.” You watched him plug it in to charge with an amused look on your face. When he caught you staring, he ducked his gaze and tottled over to join you on the couch again.
“What?”
You shook your head as he sat down and ran your hand through his hair. “Nothing, you’re just so cute.”
He smiled shyly, eyes fluttering closed as you lightly scratched at his scalp. “You’re so good to me.”
“You deserve it, baby boy,” you told him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. When he turned his head slightly, trying to find your lips, you obliged. He kissed you back slowly, languidly. Savouring the taste and feel of your mouth on his.
Before he could start whining, you gently pulled away. You refused to kiss the pout off his lips like you usually did.
“Let’s wait until your phone is charged,” you suggested lightly, combing his hair back from his face.
He really was a pretty young thing. From his striking blue eyes and the glasses that adorned them, to his soft tousled hair and shy personality. He was your pretty little boy, and you couldn’t imagine him any other way.
“O–kay, yeah,” he agreed with a stammer. You cupped his face tenderly. “Thank you for agreeing to do this for me.”
“Anything for my good little boy,” you praised. “You’ve been so good lately. I was going to ask if there was anything you wanted me to do for you that we don’t normally do.”
Bob hummed softly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agreed lightly. “How long do you think that phone is going to take to charge?”
“Not long, I hope.”
You smiled as he cast a glance to where he’d plugged the phone in. He ran a hand through his hair before leaning back against the couch and throwing an arm around your shoulders. You cuddled into his side, throwing your legs over his lap and nuzzling your face into his neck.
He tilted his head just enough, baring the skin of his neck to you. You pressed a kiss to the soft spot behind his ear, flicking your tongue against his earlobe before leaving hot, open mouthed kisses down his jaw.
He’s behaving – too nervous that you’ll decline the idea he propositioned earlier. That, instead, you’ll leave him with only his memories of the two of you to last the entire month he’s gone. He knows the memories are good, but he also knows that actually hearing your voice guiding him through an orgasm is ten times better.
His hand fell to rest on your back, mouth parted as you continued your wordless assault on his neck. Kissing, licking, and sucking bruises into the skin. You wanted him to flush whenever he saw them, for as long as they tainted his skin. Even if you couldn’t see the deep red flush they caused, you knew he’d ask for more the second he got back home.
“How are you feeling, baby?” You asked, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
“Good,” he said breathily. “Can you sit in my lap?”
“No touching,” you warned him, shuffling as he tucked his hands beneath his thighs. Eyes hooded as you straddled his lap, your hands resting on his chest. “Your heart is racing, baby. Are you sure you’re good?”
He nodded quickly. “So good. Don’t want you to punish me and take away the phone.”
You cupped his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “I’m not going to punish you today, baby. Maybe when you get back, depending on how many times you watch the video and cum. But that’s later. This is now.”
His next breath came out ragged and the potential future punishment, and his dick stirred to life in his pants.
“Are you thinking about your punishment?” You teased, shuffling in his lap and feeling his growing erection pressed tightly at your clothed core. “Naughty boy.”
“Tell me what’s going to happen if I cum from watching the video,” he pleaded.
You chuckled lowly and slowly slid off his lap, crossing the room to check the battery charge on the phone. You heard him cough, likely to hide a moan – you knew him too well. Satisfied with the seventeen percent, you unplugged it from the cord and walked back over to Bob.
“Are you going to be able to hold the camera still?” You asked him.
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” you praised, watching his eyes gloss over as you handed him the device, opened to the video option. Sinking to your knees between his open legs, you snatched a cushion from the couch for extra comfort. You weren’t sure how long the battery was going to last, but you wanted to make sure Bob was thoroughly spent when you were done with him; whether the phone lived that long or not.
With shaky hands, Bob trained the phone on your face. You gave him a sweet smile, hands resting on his open thighs. Slowly inching up towards his clothed cock desperately straining to be freed.
Bob exhaled shakily, the hand not holding the phone gripped the couch cushion tightly. His knuckles were white, and you hadn’t even started yet.
He groaned as you roughly palmed him, your eyes trained on his face the whole time. Watching his eyebrows draw together, the bottom lip getting taken between his teeth, nostrils flared as he breathed. Doing everything he could to stay calm, to not reach out and touch you.
He wanted this, he reminded himself. He needed to behave.
“Hips up, baby boy,” you said slowly, popping the button of his pants through the hole and sliding the zipper down.
He did as you requested, lifting his hips enough for you to tug his pants and underwear over the curve of his ass and down his thighs, leaving them bunched together at his ankles.
Bob took a ragged breath as he kicked his pants out of the way, the cool air hitting the tip of his cock in a way that made his toes curl. You ran your hands up his thighs before raking your nails back down towards his knees. He hissed at the slight pain, legs opening further for you.
His cock rested against his stomach, thick and heavy, and beautiful just like him. You almost forgot you were on camera as you ran a finger lightly down his cock. Starting at the tip and gathering a bead of precum from the slit, down the sensitive ridge, over the prominent vein that wrapped around his cock. Taking his heavy balls in your hand and lightly fondling, squeezing, expecting him to beg for more.
His mouth opened like clockwork, “please, more. I need more,” and his pleas were as beautiful as ever. Light, breathy and so full of desperation.
“More what, Bobby?”
His head fell back against the couch when you used his nickname. Quickly springing back as he felt your mouth on his inner thigh, sucking a deep bruise right beside his cock.
“Touch me more, please,” he whimpered, struggling to keep from jerking his hips up. Desperate for any kind of friction. “I need your hands on my cock.”
You hummed and pressed your hand against his cock. Keeping your palm flat as you ran it up the underside of his cock, the silky skin pushing over the tip.
“Like this?”
He whined. “Yes–no. That’s not what I mean.”
“Then how? Tell me how, Bobby,” you prompted, feeling his cock twitch beneath your palm.
“Wrap your hand around my cock, please.”
He was such a good boy. He never forgot his manners. Not when there was so much on the line.
You did as he requested and wrapped your hand around his cock. And that’s all you did.
“Stroke my cock, please,” he begged.
You slowly dragged your hand up his cock, watching the tip disappear beneath the excess skin before slowly dragging your hand back down. Watching the tip reappear as your hand reached the base of his cock.
“Like this, baby?”
“Y-Yeah.”
So he wanted to be teased a little longer, you mused to yourself. He moaned softly as you luckily cupped his balls with your other hand, working both in tandem with your slow strokes of his cock.
He whimpered at your torturous pace. “So good. It feels so good.”
Your mouth was salivating in anticipation of finally tasting him. His cock was slick with precum you were desperate to lap up. He was being such a good boy, that you didn’t wait for him to ask before your mouth was on him.
A heavenly moan rumbled in your throat as you lapped up the precum from his cock. Bob gasped as your tongue flicked and delved into his slit, your hot, wet mouth enveloping his tip.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, the sound like music to your ears. Your eyes flickered up to watch his face contort in pleasure as you started to bob your head. Never taking more of his cock in your mouth than just the tip.
He needed to ask for more.
You unwrapped your hand from his cock that had been squeezing at the base to lightly dig your nails into his hip. The other did the same on his other hip, because he had a tendency to get lost in the feeling and his hips thrusting to meet your mouth.
He whimpered as your nails dug into his flesh, and your gaze flitted to the camera lens of the phone.
You left sloppy kisses down his shaft before you reached his balls. Tongue flat against the base of his cock as you licked back to his tip.
“Please, please,” he begged, no, he whimpered. You knew what he wanted. He needed to articulate his thoughts.
“Please what, Bobby?”
He whined, cock twitching as his hips jerked up. You held them in place as best you could.
“I need your mouth; your throat. Fuck, please.” He was a mess and you had him exactly where you wanted him. “I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy.”
You gave him a sweet smile before wrapping your mouth around his tip and sucking. He hissed, and whined, and fisted the couch even harder than he was before. You heard his knuckles click, and let go of his hips to grab his hand. Prying it from the couch and tangling your fingers together as you took him into your mouth. Slowly taking more and more, jaw aching as you tried to accommodate his size.
He squeezed your hand tightly, and you squeezed back, fighting back a gag as you opened your throat to his cock.
“Ohmygod.” He groaned loudly. Your throat contracted slightly, desperate to swallow, and he moaned loudly. As you pulled back a bit and started bobbing your head, you made eye contact with the camera lens once again. Knowing it would drive him crazy when he watched it back.
Yyou knew he’d try to hold out as long as possible before watching the video, and when he did, he’d get a nice surprise from your sultry gaze. And any thoughts of a punishment would fly out of his mind.
“You taste so good, baby,” you praised, wrapping your hand around his spit slick cock to give it a few teasing strokes. “So heavy and thick in my mouth. God, such a pretty cock for a pretty boy, hm?”
He panted, struggling to meet your gaze and hold the phone steady. You saw how gone he was. How lost he’d become to the pleasure. You’d told him about the place he disappeared to once before – sub space, you’d called it. The place he’d entered when he was completely at your mercy, which had only happened a small handful of times.
It was a surprise every time, because it didn’t always happen. When it did, you knew he was truly yours. That he’d never do anything to lose you, or what the two of you had.
“Your good boy,” he mumbled. “Your pretty boy. All yours.”
You hummed, wrapping your lips around his cock again.
When he was in sub space, it usually meant he was close. That he wasn’t going to be able to delay his orgasm even if you requested it. You didn’t want to this time. You wanted him to cum, just as badly as he did.
You played with his balls while taking his cock as deep into your mouth as you could. Each time his cock hit the back of your throat, a gasp would fall from his lips. Each gasp getting a little breathier and higher pitched.
“So close.”
With his cock deep in your mouth, you hummed. Watching his head fall back, and feeling his balls tighten in your grasp.
“Feels so good, oh fuck, please. Please,” he begged. His cock twitched once, then twice, and when you didn’t stop your blissful assault, he came. Thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat and coating your tongue. You kept sucking the tip of his cock, milking his orgasm the best way you knew how.
He gasped as you pulled off him with a soft ‘pop’ before looking down the lens of the camera and showing the cum you’d collected. Only then did you swallow, but not before shutting off the phone.
“Bobby,” you said softly, taking his face in your hands. “Hi, baby. You did so good for me, you know that?”
He hummed, eyes unfocused as you pressed soft kisses to his face. His breathing was ragged, but he was slowly coming back to you. Your boy. Your good boy.
“Hi,” he said breathily, leaning into your touch. “Thank you.”
“Any time, baby. Just wanna take care of you.”
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cookiesaddict · 5 months
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When you want to watch tbt tomorrow in cinema but you have bad hearing and there are no subtitles:
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dddomenstarstwst1 · 1 year
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Hi! Can I request puppy play with a sub!male and a dom!mean reader? Some dacryphilia and a muzzle would be nice :)
Oh yes, please! I love me some puppy boy ♡ Thank you for requesting!
Bad Dog
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Warnings: sub!character, dom!gn!reader, mean!reader, puppy play, dacriphilia, muzzle, implied brat!character, stepping, dry humping, hair pulling, titles (master, used once)
a/n: the character is unspecified, but is still depicted as 18+ y/o. I've added a list of characters i had in mind while writing it, you can see the in the tags. You can still imagine your fave, tho!
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"What's that? You're crying?" You watch as hot tears run down his cheeks, small sniffles escape him. With a 'tsk', you brush strands of hair that block his face, "You're always all bark, and no bite. It really takes me just a bit of harshness, and you're already turning into a whining dog in heat."
He desperately shakes his head, but not in attempt to disagree with your last sentence, no. He tries to prove that he is capable of biting alright, yet the muzzle you put on him doesn't allow that. Your fingers trace the metal cage, pleased with his pouting expression.
"How about you prove how good you can be for me, let's say, by..." your foot presses against his clothed semi-erection, ripping out a startled whimper. He doubles down, hugging your leg with his arms, eyes trained on your face, "...making yourself cum by humping my leg, hm?"
"What?! You know I can't come, if you don't touch me! You better give me proper attention, [Name]!" He huffs, looking offended by your "dumb" suggestion. You're well aware of how he gets, when you try to put him in his place, trying to appear dominant. His attempts always fail, however.
"Cute. Very cute." You run your hand in his hair, tugging at his messy strands. You look him up and down, his mouth open in a silent moan. "Cute, yet so desperate. Are you not?"
"N-no! I'm not desperate, you are– Ah!" You give his hair a one more harsh tug, which shuts him up completely. "Shut your damn mouth and be a good boy for once, or else I'll make sure you won't get to have any orgasms for a whole week."
"Yes, master..." You nod along his words, petting him in a rewarding manner. You like his feistiness, but his obedient side has a unique charm to it. You press your foot on his still clothed dick, before slightly lifting it. "Hump my leg."
The words sound authoritative, no room left for his brattiness. He hesitates for only a couple of moments, but slowly wraps his arms around your thigh, while his bottom half ruts against your shin. You can't help teasing him by brushing your fingers in his locks.
His movements turn into erratic ones, rhythm lost completely. He turns his head to the side, pressing the muzzle to your leg, as frustrated tears form in his eyes. He blinks, and they start streaming down his flushed face.
"Poor thing, let me help you," you free him from the cage, massaging the spots it connected to. "Don't stop moving. If you make yourself cum like this, I'll reward you." You kiss his temple, urging him to get back to work.
Your dog might bark a lot, but he will never bite the hand that gives him pleasure.
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She's a Fire-Chapter XXVI
Send your mind spinning
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)
Chapter summary: the party continues, old fun is revisited and new fun is found.
(previous chapter here, next chapter here)
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, mentions of alcohol, spanking, orgasm delay, f x f, m x m, p in v, oral, a lot more.
“I’m sure glad I brought an extra pair of swim trunks.”
A new wave of arousal shoots between your legs; you’d been too wrapped up in your own pleasure that you hadn’t noticed he already came.
Time to turn the tables.
You unwrap your legs from his waist before pushing him gently to the opposite wall and trailing your fingers across his chest while you lean in. “Feel how wet I am,” you whisper against his ear as you slide his hand in the front of your bikini bottom. He whimpers when his fingers find the wet heat between your legs.
“But you came already. In your pants like an overeager teenager,” you sigh softly in a condescending tone. He hisses as your hand brushes over his sensitive, spent cock.
“Let’s go back to our room so you can make it up to me. Now.” You continue, pulling him from your bikini bottom, licking your arousal from his fingers, and pulling him down the hall to your room.
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You lean back against the door of your room as soon as it’s closed, pushing your bottoms down and kicking them off.
“Those uncomfortable?” You nod to Bradley as he starts to untie his cum-filled swim trunks.
“Yeah, kind of,” he replies.
You stop his hands. “Good. Keep ‘em on and get on your knees.”
“Yes ma’am,” he shudders as he kneels, lifting your leg over his shoulder and diving in between your thighs.
Your head drops back against the door with a thump. “Oh God. Yes! Ju-just like that,” you cry, arching your back as he slides two fingers in, curling and pressing over your g-spot.
He’s relentless, not even letting you come down fully before starting his assault, bringing you off several times.
He rises to his feet and kisses you deeply, you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. He’s hard again, pressing insistently against your stomach as your hands reach for the tie but a loud knock startles you both.
“Quit fucking and get dressed, dinner’s in 10.” Sunny calls through the door, before lowering her voice, “Bobby says Bradley will be in trouble if you’re late.”
Bradley’s cock jumps in interest. You meet his gaze and he looks away, a flush rising up his neck.
“I did not say that,” Bob tells her. “Guys, I didn’t say—,” he starts through the door but the rest is muffled, like she put her hand over his mouth.
“Shhhh! Maybe I wanna see Bradley get in trouble,” Sunny whispers, obviously not being as quiet as she thinks.
Bob chuckles. “We’ll meet you up there,” he says to your door as they walk away.
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Even though you both hurry to clean up and get dressed, you’re still late.
Sunny looks at her watch pointedly and looks at Bradley with a quirked brow while Bob rolls his eyes good-naturedly at her antics.
“2 minutes, Sunny. And no one else is even here yet either,” Bradley argues as he pulls your chair out.
“You were late Bradley,” you agree, laughing when Bradley whips his head toward you with a hurt expression on his face. You lean over and press a kiss to the scar on his jaw, “Maybe I want to see you get in trouble too,” you breathe before pulling back.
He clears his throat, his complexion turning ruddy.
The rest of the group arrive shortly after and dinner is served.
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After dessert, the guys decide to have cigars and talk about the next day’s plans while you and Natasha give Sunny her gifts.
The first is a white bikini for her to wear tomorrow and the honeymoon. Next, is a box full of your and Natasha’s favorite sex toys and last is a new lingerie from each of you and a gift certificate for a boudoir photo shoot with a popular local photographer.
You’re both a little caught off guard when she bursts into tears.
“I’m so just happy. I’m getting married to the most amazing man, I’ve got incredible friends who got me all these gifts and brought me on a fucking boat in beautiful weather with beautiful people,” she sobs, wrapping you both in a bear hug.
“Sorry, new underwear always makes me a little emotional,” Sunny says with a straight face as she wipes her tears to the guys making their way over. Only a few seconds go by before she snorts, laughing at the bewildered looks on their faces. “I’m kidding. I’m just happy. Thank you guys for coming and planning all of this.”
One of the cute crew girls turns on music as Sunny goes around giving hugs, ending with Bradley who leads her on the deck and twirls her into a dance. You smile as he makes her laugh. Bob steals Nat next, with a wink to Jake.
“Dance with me, roja?” Mickey asks, holding out his hand.
“I’d love to,” you smile, letting him lead you.
Jake looks to Javy who shrugs and holds out his hand and they dance too, after arguing about whose arm goes where.
“I just adore your curls,” you tell him as one falls over his forehead and flick your eyes to the bar. “I think she does too.”
He looks at his feet before treating you to a bashful smile. “Yeah? You think so?”
“Mhmm. She’s been checking you out all day.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I talked to her? I wasn’t sure if that was like, rude, since you were the one who planned everything and invited us.”
“Not at all. Go for it,” you smile.
“I think I will, thanks Row,” he says, squeezing your shoulder as Jake whisks you away next; everyone switching partners with every song change. Bob and Bradley step off to the side and Bradley’s flush returns full force as Bob murmurs something in his ear.
“What did Bob say that had you blushing like a schoolgirl?” You ask, putting your arms around his neck when it’s your turn with Bradley at last.
“He just wanted to make sure I was okay with Sunny’s ribbing,” he says, avoiding your eyes.
You can tell that’s not the whole truth but you decide to let it go as you sway beneath the stars.
Sunny grabs a blanket and settles back on the net with you and Natasha as you watch the guys try nighttime fishing.
You can’t keep your eyes open and soon the waves lull you to sleep.
You’re not sure how much time passes when you hear Bradley murmuring you awake as he rubs your leg. “Row? Let’s go to bed.”
“But I’m comfy,” you grumble, snuggling into Natasha’s back with Sunny’s arm thrown over you both.
“Yeah, c’mon Nat. You won’t be happy when you wake up soaked from the dew,” Jake agrees, offering his hand that she takes with a grumble of her own.
You follow everyone below deck and say good night before flopping into bed, already asleep when Bradley tucks you into him.
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A quick breakfast is had and the guys depart shortly after for a round of golf while you shop on Catalina Island, meeting back up for lunch and hitting the beach before boarding again in the early afternoon.
“Can you help me with something down in our room?” Bradley asks as he wraps his arms around you, pressing his erection into your ass.
“Maybe after I wipe the floor with you in flip cup,” you reply as you press back.
“Quit dry-humping our best player, Bradshaw,” Jake says, slapping his ass and pushing him to the other side of the table as the game begins, providing enough distraction that no one notices his obvious arousal.
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“Let’s tequila play truth or dare!” Sunny says with a grin as she comes up from below deck, holding up an unopened top-shelf bottle of tequila.
Everyone was relaxing around the electric fire pit under the night sky. The drinking slowed before dinner, but Sunny was ready to get things started again.
“What’s tequila truth or dare?” Javy asks.
“Just regular truth or dare while we drink tequila,” she laughs, popping the top and taking a swig.
“I’m first! Javy, truth or dare?” Sunny asks and hands him the bottle.
“Truth.”
“Fake big boobs, or small natural ones?”
“Yes. I like ‘em all.” He grins and takes a drink. “Bob?” He asks, handing the bottle over.
“Truth.”
“How old were you when you lost your v-card?”
He hesitates, looking at Sunny who whispers something in his ear while squeezing his knee. He blushes and takes a long pull before he answers. “31.”
You smile at Sunny; realizing instantly that she was his first.
It takes the guys a moment longer to calculate.
Jake’s the first to figure it out and slaps him on the back. “That’s great, man. There’s nothing wrong with waitin’ for the right one,” he says genuinely with a glance at Natasha, making you wonder what the story is there.
Everyone murmurs their agreement and Bob visibly relaxes. He can take teasing and jokes as well any anyone, but was obviously a vulnerable subject.
“Nat?” Bob leans over to give her the bottle next.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to take a body shot.”
She looks at Jake, who smirks but doesn’t move to get up, already knowing he’s not the one she’s got in mind.
“You didn’t say off who, so the bride-to-be it is.”
Sunny whoops and runs to the bar to ask for a shot glass and lime, returning a moment later to whip off her coverup and place the glass in her cleavage.
Nat fills it then places the lime wedge in Sun’s mouth before she leans in to lick her neck and sprinkle the salt. “Ready?” she murmurs against her neck.
You snort as the guys watch, entranced as Sunny nods.
With her hands clasped behind her neck, Nat sensually licks the salt before mouthing the glass, leaning back to swallow the tequila. Jake takes it from her mouth before going for the lime, lips brushing against Sunny’s as she takes it.
“Mickey?” Nat asks as she hands him the bottle next.
“Wow,” he whispers.
“Truth or dare?” Nat laughs.
He shakes his head before clearing his throat. “Dare.”
“I dare you to go talk to that pretty bartender.”
He nods and takes a swig of the tequila. “Okay.”
“Javy, why don’t you go talk to the blonde? Wouldn’t want her to be lonely.” You say with a wink.
“You guys sure?” He asks, looking at everyone else for confirmation.
It’s a unanimous agreement and he goes too.
“I’ll go again,” Nat says, reaching for the bottle and handing it to Bradley.
“Truth.”
“Have you ever received anal?”
“Jesus Nat!” Bradley sputters on the drink he took.
“Well? No need to be embarrassed, Jake here loves to be brought down a peg or two,” Nat winks. Jake nods in agreement, unashamed.
“Yeah, I’ve done it with Row,” he finally admits, taking another pull.
“Oh that’s so hot,” Sunny blurts, fanning herself. “We haven’t tried that yet, just my fingers so far.”
“Yet? When did I agree to this?” Bob asks, chuckling.
“You haven’t, but you’ll agree to just about anything when I do that thing with my—“ Sunny starts but Bob interrupts.
“Bradley, who’s next?” He laughs.
Bradley hands the bottle to Jake.
“Truth.”
“If you had to kiss someone here other than Nat, who would you choose?”
“You, Bradshaw. Always wondered what that mustache feels like.” He smiles, taking his drink.
“It tickles. Maybe you should try it?” You offer, looking at Bradley to see if he’s game. He nods and arousal races through you at the heat in his eyes.
You glance behind you, noticing it’s suddenly quiet as they rise. Javy, Mickey, and the girls are nowhere to be found.
Bradley’s eyes flick to Jakes's lips as they stand chest to chest. Jake smirks and pulls him closer by the tie on his shorts. You’re not sure who moves first but their mouths meet, tentatively but quickly turns into a bruising kiss.
Their mouths fight for dominance, so unlike when he kissed Bob, who he let take the lead from the start.
Bradley brings one hand to Jake’s jaw and the other fists his shirt; Jake groans quietly in response, finally submitting.
You bite your lip as you watch them, aching between your legs.
Bradley brushes kisses across Jake’s jaw to his ear and down his neck as he trembles.
“Whatcha think? Does it tickle?” Bradley asks huskily, pressing a final one to his lips as he sits down next to you, a quick glance at his groin shows he’s hard. He tenses when you put your hand on his thigh.
Jake nods and sits back down, speechless for once. He takes a hefty pull from the bottle and hands it to Sunny.
“Phew! That was hot,” Sunny giggles, “Dare.”
He thinks on it for a moment before answering, “I dare you to kiss either Row or Nat, your choice.”
“Hmmm,” she thinks, looking between you and Natasha, pointing to the latter. “I already know you’re a great kisser, Row.”
Sunny rises and steps in front of her, bending to capture her lips. Nat’s hands weave into her curls, and Sunny whimpers as she straddles Natasha’s lap.
Natasha’s hands find their way to her ass, while Sunny’s cup her breasts through her top, lightly pinching when she finds her nipples. Your own tighten in response to Nat’s soft cry.
Jake’s whole body is tense as he exhales heavily, leaning forward to watch. Bradley’s trying to appear unaffected but the ruddiness of his cheeks and the way he’s trying to hide his erection is giving him away. Bob’s watching intently; his posture relaxed.
Sunny pulls back and smiles, giving Natasha one last peck before climbing off her.
Jake’s already rising as Sunny sits back down, tossing a giggling Natasha over his shoulder before he takes her below deck without a word.
“I guess Jake was tired,” you say, tongue in cheek.
Sunny picks up the half-empty bottle of tequila and takes a drink before offering it to you.
“C’mon Row, you’re the only one left. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Can we have another night like we did in Texas?”
“I’m in,” you reply after your mouthful of tequila. “Bradley?”
“Me too,” he agrees, “Bob?”
He nods. “Our room in 20.”
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You twist your hair into a bun and step in the cramped shower behind Bradley to rinse off the remaining sunscreen and sand from the day.
“Mmm,” you hum and you press kisses along his spine, his sun-kissed skin warm under your lips.
He groans when your hand comes around to fist his erection tightly, stroking him quickly while other hand reaches under for his balls to tug. Soon he’s tensing as you bring him to the edge, but you pull your hands away at the very last second.
“Please Row,” he gasps, “I haven’t gotten off since last night and I’ve been hard most of the day, I’m not gonna last long at all-“
“You can and you will,” you say, pinching his butt. “Now you better get a move on. Bob said 20 minutes, I can’t imagine he’ll be very happy with you if we’re late.”
“You’re the one distracting me,” he mumbles, rinsing off before he lathers you.
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Sunny opens the door almost 30 minutes later when Bradley knocks softly, though it wasn’t likely to be heard over the soft murmurs and giggles from Javy’s room nor the nearly pornographic sounds from Jake and Nat’s.
“You’re late,” Bob says, sitting shirtless at the edge of the king-sized bed.
“Sorry, Rowan was….“ Bradley starts, trailing off as Bob rises, chuckling darkly.
“I don’t want to hear you blame Row. Or any other excuses,” he says lowly, fingers trailing down Bradley’s bare chest and hooking into the waistband, just above where his erection is straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. “I’m disappointed in you. Leaving handprints on your girl, being late all weekend, and you kissed Jake in front of me. I thought you were my good boy?”
Holy shit.
You catch Sunny’s eyes which are as round as yours.
“I’m sorry.” Bradley stammers, his face and neck ruddy.
Bob backs him up against the door, leaning in for a kiss but pressing his lips to Bradley’s jaw at the less second. “You’re sorry? Didn’t seem like it when you were kissing Jake. I saw how hard you were after. Is this for him?” He asks, palming his erection roughly. “Or for me?”
Bradley’s head falls back against the door with a thud. “For you, sir,” he gasps, wrecked.
Arousal soaks the thong you’d thrown on at his response. Bob must like it too; his lips meet Bradley’s in a rough kiss, before nipping down his neck. Bradley groans, hips pushing into Bob’s hand as he bites his collarbone.
“Why don’t you ladies get comfortable on the bed?” Bob says over his shoulder, kissing the mark he left.
You pull off Bradley’s old tee shirt you’d brought to sleep in, leaving you in the matching bralette as you meet Sunny in the middle of the bed on your knees. She’d put on one of the new sets of lingerie she’d been gifted.
“Looks good on you,” you say softly, fingering the lacy material by her cleavage.
Sunny smiles at your response and leans in for a kiss. It starts slow and sensual, but quickly turns frenzied. “This okay, Row?” Sunny pants with her hands in your hair, grinding on your bent knee.
You nod, and both your heads turn as the sounds of Bradley’s gasps and Bob’s murmurs reach your ears.
Bradley’s been pushed to the foot of the bed, hands clenched into fists at his sides and pants around his ankles with Bob behind him, chin resting on his shoulder while they watch you two; his hand strokes Bradley’s cock while the other cups his balls and his hips thrust against Bradley’s ass by the way he’s rocking forward.
“Aren’t they beautiful together?” You hear Bob ask as your attention returns to Sunny, your mouth finding her nipple through the lace.
She keens and grinds faster; her arousal soaking through her underwear against your thigh.
“Sunny’s getting close,” Bob observes.
You pull your mouth off (much to her dismay) to meet Bob’s intense gaze. “Can I get her there?”
He nods, giving you permission. Your mouth finds her nipple again, biting gently while your fingers pinch the other.
“Yessss…just like that,” Sunny moans, crying out a moment later as she succumbs to the pleasure.
Bradley chokes, his hands scramble to grip Bob’s wrists to still his motions, but it’s too late.
“Nononono!” He cries as Bob works him through it, ropes of cum landing on their comforter. Bob finally reveals how affected he is, unable to stifle his own groan; resting his forehead against Bradley’s back.
Bradley’s head falls forward, humiliated and still aroused as Bob’s hand slows to a stop. “I’m sorry, sir,” he whispers.
Bob steps around him, his own hard-on straining against his gray boxer briefs, precum soaking through. He ignores his apology and looks at you. “Come lay down over here, sweetheart?” He asks, patting near the edge of the bed, above where Bradley’s cum is staining.
You nod moving to do as asked. Bob motions to your underwear, and slides them off when you lift your hips.
He steps behind Bradley again, fastening his wrists with your thong, and nudges him to his knees with his foot.
His fingers card through Bradley’s hair, tugging to force him to look up. “You’re going to get Row off with your mouth as many times as she wants. Maybe she’ll let you fuck her if you do a good enough job. But I bet she won’t let you cum again if you don’t. And I really don’t think you want to find out what happens if you cum again without permission though. Understood?”
“Yes sir.” He breathes, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with arousal.
Bob guides his head down to your pussy and he begins to devour you, shuddering as he’s forced to lay in his cum
“Sunny, let her rest her head on you?” Bob asks, releasing the hold he has on Bradley’s hair and rising to his full height.
Sunny moves in from behind and you lift your head to rest on her thighs. Your back arches as she reaches to tweak your nipples.
Your eyes drift close from the pleasure but fly back open when you hear the sharp slap of skin meeting skin, followed by Bradley’s whimper.
Oh my God.
“Do it again.” You rasp, eyes meeting Bradley’s as his efforts double, pushing you closer to the edge.
Bob smirks and brings his hand down harshly on the other cheek, and Bradley’s answering grunt pushes you over. You cry out and toes curl and the pleasure races through you.
“More,” you pant when you come down.
“Want Bob to spank him more? Or more orgasms?” Sunny asks, fingers still working your nipples.
“Yes,” you laugh breathlessly.
“I agree. He’s not sorry enough yet,” Bob says lowly.
“Not even close,” Sunny agrees.
A frustrated whine leaves Bradley but gets cut off when Bob spanks him again twice in quick succession.
You orgasm again shortly after, trembling as you come down.
Bob looks at you in question but you shake your head. “More.”
Bradley babbles from between your thighs, shaking his head. Bob reaches between his legs and chuckles. “Don’t let him fool ya. He’s loving this. You heard the lady, Bradley. Get to it.”
He spanks him. “That’s for kissing Jake.”
“That’s for being late. Twice.” He spanks him two times more.
“And this is for leaving a handprint on Row. Now you’ll have one too.”
The tips of your fingers and toes go numb as you cry out; the strongest orgasm yet slamming into you at the same time he delivers the final blow.
Bradley’s forehead rests on your thigh, his big body trembling as Bob releases his hands.
“Lay down baby,” you coax him next to you on his back and climb over him, sinking down with ease. Bob’s already fucking Sunny into the mattress.
“I’m sorr—not…gonna last long,” Bradley grits out.
“I’m close too,” you assure him, tilting your hips to drag your clit across his pelvis.
“Can I cum? Was I good?” He pants desperately, looking at Bob.
Bob’s hand reaches out, grasping Bradley’s. “You-fuck!” He gasps as Sunny cries out, writhing through her orgasm beneath him. “You’re my good boy, you can cum,” Bob groans, hips stilling as he gives in to his release.
Bradley’s free hand pulls you in by the back of the neck for a messy kiss. The change in angle sets you off and Bradley groans into your kiss as you clench rhythmically around his cock, milking him dry.
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“I’m gonna rinse off quick. I’ve got dried jizz in my chest hair,” Bradley says later, back in your room. He presses a kiss to your forehead and drops his pants, tossing them towards your bags before turning towards the bathroom.
You smile as you spot a red, Bob-sized handprint as he walks away.
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A/N: Wow. That took forever. Probably because it’s twice as long as most of the chapters I post. 🥴 What did ya think?
Also. I think I should fill out a list of things that Bradley’s into. I haven’t specifically written it, but he’s very into everything they’ve done. He specifically likes the humiliation lol.
Next up is Sunny and Bob’s wedding and then (I think) the epilogue 🥹
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beachbabey · 1 year
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Bob Floyd, as far as he can tell, was only ever known as “your boy”
Whether that be from Natasha, asking you where he was, him being uncharacteristically late to a briefing, having to lie through your teeth instead of telling her that he was currently in your bunk, scrambling to find his dog tags, completely unaware you’d snuck them underneath your shirt, she’d later murmur something underneath her breath in the rec room. 
“Your boy forgot his tags today, wonder how that happened?”
Whether it was by Jake, teasing him for only asking you if you wanted another beer, never anybody else. 
“How’d you get your boy so obedient huh?” 
Whether it be from yourself, breathing the words possessively into his mouth as you rode him 
“My boy’s so good for me, my boy, all mine, you are mine, aren’t you Bobby?”
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binahs-sinbin · 1 year
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Edging Octavinelle hcs?
Characters depicted below are 18+
Edging Octavinelle (separately) hcs
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Azul
He is so sensitive he’s close he gets to the edge so quickly, at first when you pull away he’s just confused, and he’s worried maybe you suddenly changed your mind about wanting to be with him
But then you stop him from finishing himself, and once his breathing evens out, you are stroking his cock so quickly he’s getting overstimulated
Then again you stop and he’s breathless, whimpering that he’s so close, just a few more seconds, please??
He’s tearing up after three rounds, pleading with you to just let him cum already!
He might even try to bargain with you just to cum once
You should tie him up, he can’t keep his hand behind his back as you tease him to the very edge yet again
But then you stop again and Azul is bawling
Poor boy has never been blue balled before💙
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Jade
Jade thinks it’s amusing at first. “Oh? Do you really think you’ll get a reaction out of me? Fufu, so confident, I hope you don’t get disappointed when nothing happens…”
Yeah he quickly realizes how bad of an idea provoking you was when you are keeping him on the edge, grip tight on his aching cock as you palm the sensitive head
He’s consistently leaking pre and squirming under you, though he has enough common sense to keep his hands away from his cock
After all, breaking a rule like that would result in a worse punishment, he doesn’t want to end up tied while you edge him
He might need you to deny him release for a few hours before he breaks down and cries
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Floyd
He thrashes as soon as you stop, his cock is bobbing as he bucks into nothing, low whines escape him
He’s confused for all of a second before he realizes your teasing him, he whines like a puppy over it “S-Shrimpy is mean! I’ve been good haven’t I? I haven’t bitten you once today!”
He’s whining and bucking your, he tries to get himself off and you end up tying him up after he tries to fuck one of the pillows to get off
He’s trying to puppy eye you into letting him cum, saying he’ll be a really good boy if you let him
He trembles after each time you deny him, growls escaping as he watches his cock throb, your hand giving just enough stimulation to keep him right on the edge
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mackjlee9 · 2 years
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ccongrants on 2k, author!
Could I request 29 & 38 with afab!floyd? (only if you do write afab, if you don't you can you just write it normally)
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Thank you for requesting~ ☺
Smut Prompt; 'Cum for me one more time, I know you've got it in you', 'I want to see you, I want to watch you cum' & 'Spread your legs for (tittle), I want to see you'.
Warning; afab!floyd, cunningulus, overestimulation, fingering.
I've been waiting for someone to request Floyd, and I guess I've never made clear that I do write afab as well as trans characters 😅, but I do.
Floyd Leech [Twisted Wonderland]
Please, enjoy the event~
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(M/n)'s hands held tightly onto Floyd's thighs, preventing him from squirming away from his mouth, his quiet moans and whimpers only fueling the (h/c) haired male further.
"Shrimpy, please... I can't- fuck~" he moans, his hands reaching down to hold onto (M/n)'s hair, pressing his face closer to his wet pussy. (M/n) hummed against his puffy clit, causing Floyd's body to shake at the pleasure, his mouth open as he struggled to breathe normally, his mismatched eyes rolling back as he felt like he was getting closer to another orgasm.
"Cum for me one more time, I know you've got it in you," (M/n) mumbled barely backing away from Floyd's sensitive clit, who just gasped for air, shaking his head no feeling how his body shuddered yet again because of (M/n)'s hot breath so close to him. "I want to watch you, I want to see you cum." He groaned lowly, eagerly flicking his tongue on Floyd's clit, sucking it and causing pleasure to rush all over the teal-haired male's whole body.
"No... c-can't, please..." Releasing the hold on Floyd's thighs, (M/n) moved his body until he was face to face with the teal-haired male, holding his face gently as he leaned down to kiss him. Floyd moaned in his mouth as he tasted himself, his shaky hands holding tightly onto (M/n)'s shirt.
Moving his free hand down Floyd's body, (M/n)'s touch left a tingly, warm feeling everywhere he touched, until his fingers gently rubbed on his clit, making him whimper at the pain and pleasure he felt. (M/n) kept reaching down, only breaking their kiss when they needed air before latching onto each other once again.
(M/n) moved his hand slowly, making his fingers wet enough with Floyd's slick, before pushing two fingers inside his mushy walls, thrusting them in and out at a pace that kept increasing with each movement of his wrist.
"W-wait, I'm gonna... cum again~" their kiss broke as Floyd's voice got out in a higher pitch than usual, whimpers leaving his mouth mixed with whines from the stimulation, his walls throbbing around (M/n)'s fingers as he tried to hold in his orgasm.
(M/n) just kept going, thrusting his fingers deep inside Floyd's wet pussy, the squelching sound that echoed off the walls making both of them more turned on.
"(M/n)! Fuck~" Floyd mumbled, wrapping his arms around (M/n)'s neck, crying out his name as quiet as he could, his thighs trembling as he came on (M/n)'s fingers.
"You've been such a good boy, Floyd," (M/n) whispered as he placed a kiss on the teal-haired male's forehead, "But we're not done yet, baby." Floyd's body quivered at the words, soon staring at (M/n) as he backed away slowly.
Floyd was able to feel (M/n)'s hard cock pressing against his thigh, and he felt a little nervous about what could happen next, but (M/n) only smiled at him with adoration.
"I know you're not ready yet, baby, that can wait for a while longer, okay?" Floyd nodded and looked away shyly, trying to hold his legs closed, a flustered expression on his face. The change in Floyd's behavior was odd but weirdly endearing. He moved his hands gently over the skin of his hips and thighs, making him close his eyes momentarily as he sighed. "Spread your legs for me, I want to see you."
Floyd's face blushed a darker red, his glossy eyes staring back at him hesitantly, slow and unsure as he spread his legs apart, letting (M/n) see his swollen and wet pussy, still feeling the twitching, caused by the many orgasms he had through the night, and there were still more to come.
As he watched (M/n) grabbing his hips and lifting his lower body off the bed, barely having to look down to be on his pussy, Floyd knew that it was gonna be a long night, and he probably wouldn't feel his legs in the morning.
"Fuck~ so fucking good..." He mumbled, grabbing a hold of (M/n)'s hair, who looked into his eyes and smirked before pushing his tongue inside him, observing how Floyd's body squirmed from being overstimulated one more time.
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snowshail · 2 years
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Don’t know if you’re still taking TWST thirst, but imagine pinning Floyd against a wall and fucking him from behind >>> I would absolutely risk everything to be between that feral man’s legs, he’s so fine for no damn reason
GODDD THIS IS SO GOOD
and I know he'd be so into that too.
That mf is into powerplay and nobody can change my mind. Like if u want him to submit ur gonna have to WORK for it. (Or just be as batshit insane as he is)
He adores it when you grab his hair and force his head against the wall. If you go feral (Biting and scratching him, anything primal.) he'll be begging you to do it again for weeks after.
Feel free to be as rough as you want, Floyd doesn't mind!
Bite the back of his neck too, abo style <3
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majisyen · 2 years
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Floyd is definitely a masochist I can’t see him as anything else. my brain is fried my brain
mentions of blood, choking, slapping (impact play)
floyd’s definitely a wildcard. he’s into all kinds of shit, dare i include impact play and blood play being the biggest things
floyd’s the type to get slapped in his face then smile and ask you to do it again or bitten until blood trails down his skin or choked so hard that he’s close to unconsciousness… snatched up and shoved against a wall, held down on whatever surface you’re fucking against, grip his jaw, thread your fingers in his hair and yank.. he needs to b bruised up afterwards because he likes the sting, the burn, the ache.
floyd likes his sex fast, rough and untamable!
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hangmanapologist · 1 year
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here ya go bestie. for FREE i will share the vid that keeps getting stuck in my head and has since i watched it literally 2 weeks ago. hopefully this works bc i'm on anon <3
twitter - UrFaveNovacaine / status / 1636521714728468480
otherwise, the acct is dollhole on ph and the vid is the only one abt taking a boy's virginity (i distinctly remember it had something about turning him from a brat to a man in the title too)
AHEM
here you guys go if any of you sinners want it (18+ or get off my blog I cannot stress that enough)
I’m literally gonna scream I just want a man a whining mess under me
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