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Need to sleepily grind on mommy's thigh, having her rub my back and press kisses to my face. Feeling her smile against my forehead as I whine that I need more, hearing her shush me as she pets my hair.

"Doing so well for me puppy, you can cum like this. I know you can"

Whimpering and nodding as I hide my face in the crook of her neck, humping faster and clutching at her shirt. Breathing in her scent and moaning uncontrollably, hips spasming as i finally cum. Staring up at her feeling ditsy and sleepy.

"You did so well for me, such a good girl"

Minors and men DNI.

Just want a mommy that'll pin me down and ride my strap, holding my neck tight as I go lightheaded. Whimpering and blabbering about how much I love her and need her, having her tap my cheek because I'm rambling at this point with a foggy mind. Her fingers thrusting into my mouth to shut me up, moaning loudly as I buck up into her and my hands tighten on her hips. Enjoying the feeling of submitting entirely to her, wanting to be the best dumb puppy for her ♡

Minors and men DNI.

Just want an older mommy to guide me and give me the experience of a life time 😩 would be the best girl for her and depend on her cause mommy knows best ♡

Men and minors DNI.

weed that makes you two inches tall

୨ৎ hot summer night (Ford x fem!reader)

minors DNI

In the sweltering heat of a summer night at the Mystery Shack, you find yourself unable to sleep and stumble into the kitchen for a glass of water. Little did you expect Ford Pines to find you here like this, almost naked. God knows Ford tried. tags: sexual themes, nsfw, smut, kitchen sex, p in v, oral sex, praise kink, dirty talk, loud sex, from sub to dom ford, teasing

You look at the ceiling, the night silence is broken only by the buzzing of an old fan in the corner of the room. It’s unbearable, the heat. Kicking off the thin sheet that was sticking to your legs, you sigh. The twins are probably passed out, you think and prove of that is Stan's snoring could practically be heard through the walls. But you. . . you're damn awake, too hot to even think about sleep.

Screw it.

You slip out of bed, stretching your sore limbs. The old wooden floor creaks under your bare feet as you pad quietly down the stairs in nothing but a bralette with a tiny bow and your panties. Who the hell was going to see you at this hour, anyway?

The kitchen is dark when you step inside, and the thought of cold water is enough to make your mouth water. You take a glass and fill it from the tap, feeling the coolness under your fingers, which is a little relief in this damn heat. You take a sip, sighing, your body relaxing for the first time all night.

Then you hear it.

A shuffle. Someone’s steps.

You freeze, heart pounding. Fuck. You spin around, nearly dropping the glass, only to see him standing there. Ford. Great, just your luck. Stanford Pines, of all people, is here in the middle of the night. And you? Half-naked, barely anything covering you.

You feel your cheeks flush immediately, not just from the heat anymore. "Shit, Ford!" your voice barely above a whisper. "i thought everyone was asleep."

He looks as surprised as you feel, adjusting his glasses, eyes sweeping over you before darting away just as quickly. "I- I couldn’t sleep," he mutters, looking anywhere but at you, his normally calm voice sounded awkward at this moment. "too much on my mind, I guess."

You nod, trying to act casual, but the air between you becomes tense.

Ford fiddles with the rim of his glasses, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I didn't mean to interrupt,” he says, but his gaze just keeps returning to you, despite his obvious efforts to look away. What a beautiful sight in front of him. His eyes flick to the window, to the floor, but you’ve already caught him glancing at you more than once. It’s quick, like he's really ashamed, like the sight of you in just your bralette and panties is something he shouldn’t see, but can’t help but stare at.

His reaction to you isn’t what you expected, he’s usually so composed, so wrapped up in his own world of journals and interdimensional science that it’s like nothing could shake him. But here he is, standing in front of you, and he can’t take his eyes off your body. You stand here awkwardly. Ford clears his throat, his eyes flicker up to your face, but then you catch him, a quick glance downward, right at your bralette, to your nipples.

You shift uncomfortably, tugging the hem of your bralette down instinctively. “I just. . . needed some water,” you’re trying to break the tension

Stanford nods, but you catch him again, his gaze darting lower, this time lingering on the curve of your thighs, your panties hugging your hips. His Adam’s apple twitches as he swallows hard. You watch him adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his hands tremble slightly.

He’s trying not to look, but it’s obvious. He’s failing.

And the worst part? He’s clearly beating himself up over it. “I. . . shouldn’t be here,” he mumbles as his brows furrow, deep lines cutting across his forehead, like he's angry with himself. You don’t say anything, and that only seems to make it worse for him. His eyes fall shut for a moment, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm- damn it. I shouldn't-“

You know you should say something, anything, to break the tension, but instead, you just stand there, watching him struggle with his own thoughts. His eyes open again, and this time when he looks at you, it’s different. There’s heat in them, something he clearly doesn’t want to feel. His eyes trace the lines of your legs, lingering a little too long on your bare thighs, and then up again to your bralette.

"Ford. . .” you start, but he cuts you off with a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, more to himself than to you. "God, what the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t-“ he rubs a hand over his face, turning away slightly, like he’s trying to physically stop himself from looking at you. "I’m too old for this. For you."

You turn away from him, feeling the need to focus on something, anything, other than the heat pooling between your legs what makes you unbelievably wet and horny. The sound of water pouring into your glass is the only thing filling the silence now, but you can feel his eyes on you. Even with your back turned, you can feel him watching.

As you stretch up to place the glass back on the shelf, your shirt rides up just a little, exposing more of your lower back and hips. You don’t do it on purpose, but it’s like the air gets hotter, the tension between you two almost suffocating. And now it’s not because of summer. You’re not oblivious. You know he’s still looking.

Behind you, Ford’s breath hitches, and you hear him shift awkwardly. His mind’s at war with itself. He knows he should turn away. No. . . He must walk away, run away. But he doesn’t. Instead, his gaze locks onto the soft curve of your waist, your hips, the way the fabric of your panties hugs your skin. It feels wrong, so fucking wrong, but he can’t help himself. His eyes drift lower, following the delicate lines of your legs.

Stanford feels a stirring deep in his gut, an unwelcome, insistent pressure building. "Shit. . .” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.

Blood runs to his cock, he’s getting hard and he knows he shouldn’t be. Every logical part of him is screaming to stop, to tear his eyes away, but his body and feelings betrays him. He watches as you stretch again, the hem of your bralette lifting, exposing more skin, and feels how his pants are getting tighter.

You catch the faint curse slip from his mouth, and for a moment, you pause, gripping the glass tighter in your hand. You don’t need to turn around to know what’s going on behind you, but there’s something that makes you curious. Part of you wants to tease him, just a little more, but you stay quiet, pretending not to notice.

“Ford, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, fine.”

“You sure? You seem. . . tense,” you say, dragging the word out just enough to make it obvious you know exactly what’s going on.

He clears his throat, but there’s no hiding the fact that he’s clearly struggling to keep it together. “I’m- I don’t know what’s wrong with me, goddamn it, I’m sorry.”

Your lips curl into a small smile. "You don’t have to be," you say, turning around fully now, your eyes locking with his. "I mean, it's not like I’m exactly dressed for modesty right now."

Ford runs a hand through his hair, clearly at a loss for words. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a weak, "You should. . . put on something more."

Your eyes linger on him, the way his chest rising and falling as he’s breathing heavily. You know you should feel awkward, embarrassed even, but you don’t. Instead, you feel something else. You take a step closer, just enough to close the gap between the two of you, and watch as his eyes widen. And then you do it — you slowly lower the strap of your bralette, letting it slip off your shoulder. His gaze follows the movement instantly, like he's mesmerized, completely unable to look away.

Ford’s eyes glued to the skin you’re revealing. He’s biting the inside of his cheek and you can see the conflict all over his face. His body betrays him, his hands twitch at his sides, like he's fighting the urge to reach out, to touch you. He swallows hard, trying desperately to keep control, but it’s so obvious he’s struggling. His pants are unbearably fucking tight now, a bulge straining against the fabric, and it hurts him so bad. 

"Jesus Christ. . . what are you doing? you-you shouldn't-“

You tilt your head slightly, letting your fingers toy with the other strap, but you don’t lower it, yet. “What?” you ask innocently, your tone light, teasing. “does it bother you, Ford?”

He’s quiet again for a second as he tries to force out words. “This- this isn’t right.” 

You take another step closer, almost closing the space between you. His breathing is ragged now, his gaze hungry despite the guilt clouding his features. “I don’t know, Ford,” you murmur. “you don’t look like you want me to stop.”

He groans softly, his body tensing at your words, his dick is going to explode.

Ford’s eyes dart around the room, searching for some kind of escape from the situation. His hands grip the edge of the counter as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. “No, we can’t. . . not here-“

You tilt your head, feigning confusion, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Not here? oh, then in your room maybe?”

He shakes his head. “Fuck, no, I mean- fuck,” he stammers, trying to find the right words but only fucking up more. “This is- this is insane,” he mutters, almost to himself. “I’m supposed to be- damn it, I’m old enough to know better.”

“Ford,” you say softly, “you don’t have to be so hard on yourself. I mean, it’s just us here. What’s the harm?”

“I shouldn’t be doing this. You- you have no idea how much I want to. . .”

You lean in, your voice dropping to a whisper. “But you do want to, don’t you?”

Ford’s eyes snap open. “Yes, but- but we can’t”

You cut him off, gently pressing your body against his, your breath warm against his ear. “Why not?” you whisper, your lips brushing against his skin. “tell me what’s stopping you.”

He groans, his control slipping even further. “God, this is such a bad idea, im so fucking attracted to you, but this- it’s not right.”

“Isn’t it?” you murmur, your lips grazing his ear as your hand lays on his bulge, slowly and gently caressing it. His cock twitches.

You press closer, your words a siren’s call, tempting him, he swears he’ll just cum right in his pants only from your voice, he doesn’t even wanna think what’ll happen if he’ll fuck you.

“Tell me, Ford. Did you think about how your fingers would feel in me? what you’d do with them?”

He’s fucking surprised, what a fast girl you are, straight to the point. “I- shit,” he hisses. “i imagined them everywhere. Touching you, your, oh my god, your-“

You interrupt him, leaning in closer, your breath warm against his lips. “You don’t have to imagine anymore,” you whisper, your hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his pants. “i want you to touch me. Everywhere you’ve dreamed about.” you whisper as you smile against his ear, your fingers slipping under the waistband of his pants, brushing against his skin. “You want me to tell you where I want your fingers? i want them. . . right here.” you press your fingers locked with his to the inner of your thigh.

His breath catches and he fucking groans again. “Jesus. this is- this is so fucked up, but I can’t, I can’t stop.”

Slowly you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. His eyes follow every movement. It can’t be happening. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

You look up at him with a smirk, your fingers teasingly brushing against the bulge in his pants. “I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” you murmur, “now, let me show you just how much I want you.”

You brush your fingers gently over his clothed hardness, feeling the way he twitches under your touch. Ford’s hands tremble, his control slipping away with every touch, every word. He looks down at you, his face a mix of need and regret, his body aching with desire as you take the final step, his cock springs free, already hard and throbbing and you look up at him with a wicked grin. Then you bring your lips to his tip, giving it a light kiss. His fingers grip the counter for support, knuckles white against the wood.

“Fuck,” Stanford mutters, bucking his hips. “Please, just don’t stop. . .” Ford’s eyes roll back, his head falling back against the cabinet as he struggles to keep himself together. He’s lost in the sensations, his entire focus on the way you’re swirling your tongue around his tip. “Mmm-! yeah, yeah. . .”

You take him into your mouth, slowly, your tongue curling around him in a way that makes him gasp. Fuck, he tastes so good and you enjoy the way he shudders and moans above you. His hands find their way to your head, all six fingers tangled in your hair as he tries to hold onto something, anything, to keep from losing himself completely.

“Aghnn, s-such a good girl-“

You hear his praise and take him deeper, your head moving with a rhythm, drawing out every groan and sigh from him. As you suck his cock, you can feel the ache between your thighs growing more intense. The more you please him, the more he moans, the more horny you get, fuck, you’re getting awfully wet from this. And you find your free hand slipping between your legs, pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties.

Ford’s groans fill the room, so desperate as he holds your head and fucks your mouth, but when his eyes flick down and see your hand moving between your legs, something snaps inside him. “Shit,” he mutters through gritted teeth, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth. “I- oh god, baby. . .” Ford’s gaze locks onto you, and his breath hitches at the sight of you rubbing your clit while you continue to take him in your mouth. He can see how you’re trying to satisfy yourself. His hands move to your shoulders, gripping tightly. “I can see how much you need it. I can’t just let you do this alone.”

You pull away, your face flushed and your breaths ragged. You look up at him, all turned on and hot.

“Let me take care of you, babygirl.” last thing you hear him say before he lifts you effortlessly, his hands gripping your thighs as he turns you around and bends you over the counter. You gasp in surprise, your heart racing as the cool surface of the counter presses against your skin. Your panties are pushed aside as he positions himself behind you, his cock, all wet from your saliva, rubs sweetly between your folds.

“Ford-!” you start, but he cuts you off with a slap on your ass.

“You’ve been teasing me all night. Now it’s my turn.”

You shudder at his words, your body arching into his touch. He leans over you, leaving kisses on your neck and groaning in it as his hands trail down your thighs until he reaches the waistband of your panties. His fingers hook under the fabric, pulling them down just enough to expose your dripping cunt, and his hand settles between your thighs, rubbing you slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetie,” he mutters. His fingers begin to work in slow circles on your aching clit, rubbing you.

You moan, pressing your hips back against him, desperate for more. “Ford-! ple-please. . .

He chuckles darkly, his fingers collecting your slick. “Oh, you want more, do you? After everything you did to me, now you’re begging?” his other hand slides up your back, pushing your body further against the counter, making your ass raise up even more as he teases you mercilessly. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

“Fuck- fuck yes!” you gasp, your body trembling under his control. His fingers work faster, the slick sounds of him rubbing you filling the kitchen as the pressure builds inside you. You’re panting, your body reacting to every touch, every stroke, your mind crazy . “I’m ready,” you whine. “I need you, Ford- pleasee!”

He pulls your panties down fully and steps back just enough to take in the sight of you bent over the counter for him, your legs spread, ass up, your skin flushed.

“God, you’re perfect, dollface,” he murmurs, more to himself, his hand running over the curve of your ass before landing a sharp slap that makes you gasp and press back against him.

You feel his hands steadying you as he rubs his length against your soaked pussy. Every inch of him is hard, and you can feel how badly he needs you. “You’re going to take me now,” he whispers against your ear. “all of me.”

Without waiting for an answer, he thrusts his hips forward, sliding into you with a groan. You cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming, but it’s exactly what you wanted. Your soft walls welcome him as you clench around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits out, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulls you back against him with every thrust. “I’m not gonna last long like this.” 

You can barely respond, the pleasure is so intense that it leaves you breathless. All you can do is moan and gasp his name as he fucks you from behind, holding your waist.

His pace quickens, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the air, so fucking dirty. “Say my name,” Ford demands. 

“Fo-Ford-!” you gasp, barely able to get the word out as he thrusts deeper, his dick feels so good inside you. 

Ford’s body is pressed tightly against yours as he buries himself deep inside you, his hands gripping your hips as if he’s afraid to let go. Each thrust is followed by his groans and your moan. He fucks you so hard, holding your body like he’s trying to make up for lost time, time he spent denying what he wanted. 

“F-fuuuck,” he groans as he can’t believe this is happening. “I’ve thought about this, about fucking you for so long. Needed to fill this little pretty cunt. . .” 

He grips you tighter, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, and you feel his fingers dig into your skin. You’re both lost in it, his rhythm hard and fast, but there’s something in the way he moves—like he’s still in disbelief, like he thinks this is going to disappear. 

Ford’s thrusts grow more erratic and you can feel him losing himself in you completely. His breath is hot and jagged against the back of your neck as he pounds into you, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room, slap after slap. You can hear him muttering under his breath, words slipping out like he can’t control them anymore.

“Fuck, this is unreal. . . so good to be true,” he groans, each thrust deeper, harder than the last. His grip on your hips tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of how desperately he needs this, needs you. “Can’t stop- won’t stop.” you moan his name, your body arching to meet him and your eyes roll back.

Stanford’s hand slides to your front, his fingers rubbing roughly against your clit as he fucks you harder, deeper. That drives you mad, his thumb circling your needy clit, the pleasure builds in you fast, almost too fast, and you can barely breathe as he thrusts into your cunt. You’re both a mess, the heat between you making it impossible to think straight. 

Then, through the haze, his voice comes out, rough and desperate. "No, no, baby. . . need to see your face," Ford moans. "Need you to fucking see who’s filling up this tight pussy right now."

Before you can react, he pulls out and spins you around, pressing you against the counter. You barely have time to catch your breath before he grabs your thighs, spreading you wide and slams back into you. The force makes you gasp and his hands are everywhere, fingers gripping your skin, going to your breasts, cupping them, pinching your hard nipples through your bralette like he can’t get enough.

“I need to see your face, sweetie.” he leans closer to you. “need you to see who’s fucking you senseless right now, yeah?” you close your eyes tight being a moaning and whining mess under him. His eyes lock onto yours and he fucks into you much rougher. “Look at me while I fuck you,” he commands. “Look at me and see who’s fucking filling up this sweet cunt right now.” his hips snapping forward again, hitting deep- so deep you swear you can feel him pressing against your cervix. "im gonna fucking lose it, baby, look at me, look at me while I wreck this cunt."

You can barely focus, your vision blurred by the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You’re too breathless to respond, your body trembling from his pace, but you lock eyes with him. Ford’s movements are so rough, each thrust deeper and harder as he drives you both toward the edge. “You’re taking it so well,” he growls. “So fucking tight. Goddamn, such a good girl for me.” as he continues to pound into you. 

“Yes, Ford-!” you gasp. His words, his cock - it’s all too much. “im- im yours. All yours, ahhhn” you swear feel his cock dragging against every inch of you, his thickness stretching you so wide it’s obscene. Your head spins as his filthy words push you even closer to the edge, make you even more wet when you thought it’s impossible. “F-Ford, fuuck, i can’t-!” you whine, but before you can finish, his thumb is rubbing roughly yet so fucking nicely over your clit and you arch into him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he warns you as he can’t help but watch your pussy take his cock. “I’m gonna cum inside you, fill you up completely.” the pressure building in your core as he pounds into you, harder, deeper, relentless

Your own pleasure peaks, and you cry out, your body trembling as you cum hard, body convulsing as you finally break, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. You cry out his name, your thighs trembling as he keeps fucking you through it, his hips slamming into yours. You’re shaking in his hands, your little pussy so tight around him, milking him, every drop. Ford follows, his orgasm hitting him as he thrusts into you, filling you completely. 

You barely have time to catch your breath before Ford’s grip tightens and with one final, rough thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, groaning loudly as he spills into you. “Fuckkk, yes,” his voice breaking. “s-such a good girl, huh,” his body trembles against yours, his cock pulsing inside as he empties himself, filling you completely. you gasp again as you feel his cum filling you up and you just stay still, enjoying this feeling as he claims you, burying his seed deep inside your womb.

The intensity of his orgasm leaves him breathless, his body shuddering as he holds you tightly. He stands still against you, his legs trembling, both of you panting heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. “Jesus fucking christ. . .” Ford mumbles, looking at you. “I can’t believe I fucking did that." he looks down, watching as his release drips from between your legs. What a sight.

The room falls into a sudden, heavy silence, save for the sound of your breathing as you both come down from the intense high. Ford’s hands are still gripping your hips, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His forehead rests against yours. The realization of what just happened slowly starts to settle in.

Your eyes meet, wide and tired. Neither of you speaks for a moment, still shocked what just happened. Ford’s gaze flickers, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his lips parted as though he wants to say something but can’t find the words.

Ford swallows hard, his grip loosening just slightly. “I. . . I can’t believe it,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t think- damn, I didn’t mean for it to-“ he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. 

The realization of how loud everything had been creeps in: the slamming of bodies, the gasps, the moans. Shit! Your face heats up as the thought clicks in your mind.

“Do you think. . .?” you begin, glancing nervously toward the hallway.

Ford’s eyes widen. He seems to understand what's going on at the same time as you do.

Then, from the hallway outside the kitchen, there’s the unmistakable creak of floorboards, followed by a very familiar voice.

“For the love of god, could you two have picked a quieter fuckin’ spot?”

palo alto • gia coppola gets it

i must watch this

relating to the palo alto feeling<<

lmao when i drop my first sizey smut fic on here do y’all want the full fic (with the explicit portion under the cut) or just the teasing before the explicit part with the ao3 link to the full fic

— Chomp —

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Little man gets the Chomp (no actual gore sry). After preparing to just be unceremoniously eaten, Riley finds he’s in for more than he expected—my first smut fic! Of course it’s for this shit lmao. Willing giantess vore, gets right into the smut, plenty of teasing and mouthplay, characters’ fates left vague, but they are reoccurring so safe to assume it’s digestion with reformation. Enjoy!

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Edit: Added names, because I slipped and made these guys ocs. They both start with R and lean gender neutral, so incase that’s confusing, Rori is the woman and Riley is the man. Also testing my luck with tumblr by getting rid of the ao3 link and putting the full fic here.

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Fingertips wrapping around one of his ankles, she lifted him up, up, up, until Riley was level with her face—no, not her face—her lips. The delayed vertigo of the upside-down trip up hit him all at once as she brought him not higher, but closer.

She stopped just millimeters shy of contact. A small exhale washed over him—a sigh of satisfaction. As if to say, Finally.

Riley held his breath. He expected at any moment, those lips would part and gigantic jaws would pull every ounce of him in with a single swallow. Imagining what it would be like made his hands start to shake.

Her lips twitched, but Riley couldn’t tell if it was in response—could she feel him trembling? Did she think it was terror? Hope? Excitement?

He had no time to find an answer—rather than moving him again, she closed the distance with her lips—softly. Very softly, as if trying to feel for certain where his face was. It dawned on him their faces were so close, she could not see his—she—and he—had to go almost purely off of sensation. The idea was rather thrilling as her lips brushed over Riley’s face, mapping out the details of his nose, brow ridge, mouth, cheeks, chin—committing them to memory. Savoring every last detail. It was both caring and keen, yet controlled in a way he could tell was holding back true desires.

Content, her lips stilled against his face. So close to him, Riley could not see them open, but he felt it—muscles tensing, he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting to pass through those massive lips into ravenous jaws; to be consumed, body and soul.

She breathed in—smelling him, maybe. Breathing in his fear. His anticipation.

His heart hammered furiously. Riley tilted his head against her lower lip—questioning—What are you waiting for? Eat me.

But all she did was let out a light-hearted scoff and push lips against him, harder this time.

A kiss.

Her lower lip cradled the top of his head. Her cupid’s bow grazed his chin. Against his skin, her lips pulled into an amused little smile.

“Hanging in there?” Rori whispered coyly, and for a moment Riley thought to struggle if it weren’t for all the blood going to his head.

“I thought you were going to eat me,” he breathed.

She tilted her head. “Do you want me to eat you?”

His face burned red, but it only made her grin. Through the blurriness of close proximity, Riley could see white—her teeth. His pulse quickened.

Rori removed her lips, and disappointment rushed over him like a wave of ice—disappointment—?

“I said—”

—He jumped as her voice appeared left of his head, just above his ear—

“—Do you want me to eat you?”

“I—” His mouth opened, but upside down, the words caught in his throat.

“Hm,” Rori mused, and her lips returned to his face—pressing over his mouth, his nose—and she held them there, just for a second long enough to make him panic. Before he could process it, she was pressing another kiss to him—the side of his face, his chin, the other side of his face—and then she began to move down, or rather, up, his body. His throat. His chest. The side of his ribcage. His thigh—and Riley realized not enough blood was flowing to his head.

But she was not done with him. Rori slowly turned him around in her fingertips, kissing between his shoulder blades, along his spine, his lower back—her lips tingling against the back of his knee made him jump. Nobody had ever kissed him there.

She dragged her lips over his entire body until his lungs heaved and his breath was ragged—the idea of being eaten now mostly forgotten, Riley desperately pushed his hips towards her, but found only cold, empty air as she skipped right over the almost painfully tight tenting in his boxers—again.

A frustrated noise escaped him, higher pitched than he would’ve expected. And as if this were exactly what she was waiting for, Rori pulled back just enough for him to see the wolffish grin on her face.

“Oh, god.”

She was on him again in an instant—this time, he was not met with lips, but her tongue. His short black hair was plastered to his face as she licked him from the top of his head to the top of his free foot, back down again, and then came back for more. This time, she left not a speck of him dry; not a single stretch of skin pure. No, this time, Rori let it be known: she was hungry.

She eagerly flicked her tongue over every part of him, the muscle rough from gigantic taste buds, yet each time her tongue dragged over his dick, it was not enough.

“Come back,” Riley struggled. “No—augh—come back here—please.”

Her breath rolled over him. She sucked on his hip, his shoulder blade, his elbow, his fingers, back again—finally, finally, lips pressed against his dick. The pressure and the friction of the wet fabric was good, but still not enough. He needed taste buds. Lips. Skin-to-skin.

Riley squirmed in her grasp, trying to twist himself against her lips at just the right angle.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

Snickering, Rori seemed to get the hint. Pinching the band of his boxers between pursed lips, she pulled them past his knees, over one ankle, adjusted her grip, and then over the other ankle. She pulled her face back just enough for him to watch the dark fabric disappear between those lips and a moment later, Riley heard the swallow.

His heart caught in his throat, but between the blood rushing to his head and his dick, he couldn’t think straight enough to register what he’d just witnessed.

Rori licked him again, slow and sensual, enjoying his taste now that he was stripped bare. His heart fluttered as she gave his cock a kiss on the tip—then his blood froze as for a moment it seemed like she might use teeth, but thought better of it.

Turning Riley so he now faced away from her, Rori raised him to her lips to press another quick kiss to the back of his head—and then kept lifting him higher, tilting her head back. He twisted in her grasp to see her face and her stone-gray eyes caught his, half-lidded with lust yet strikingly collected. In control even as desire threatened to take over completely. In them, a dark, wicked glee twinkled playfully, and she gave him one long, last kiss.

The next time her lips rose to meet him, her teeth clamped onto either side of his head—not hard enough to break skin, but enough that a panicked shriek tried to claw its way out of him. Like his words, it died in his throat.

Riley bucked against her clutch, but she’d already moved along, releasing his head as the heat of her lips engulfed his throat, sliding past—her teeth grazed his shoulders, his arms, his torso, his ass. Her tongue found his dick again and her pace slowed, taking time to torture him by massaging it between his stomach and the thick, pulsating muscle. Taste buds rubbed against the head and he groaned.

Encouraged, Rori sucked on his entire upper body, lips and teeth locked around his knees and digging into his calves.

“Fuck!” Riley breathed, turning his face to the side so he could brace his head against her tongue. His hands found her bottom molars and gripped them for support—the one thing holding him up over the open abyss he couldn’t see but knew with absolution was there. Still, he dared to release one hand to wrap fingers around his aching cock. A desperate moan escaped him, moving his fist furiously. It wasn’t enough. Riley needed to feel her tongue—all of it, all at once—rub his entire body across every last taste bud—be the most delectable thing she’d ever tasted. The best. The most delicious morsel to ever grace her mouth. An unforgettable meal—snack—desert—whatever he was. To consume her mind with hunger and lust the same way he wanted—no, needed her to consume his, literally, figuratively, spiritually—

A particularly strong lick threatened to throw him off balance. Riley returned both hands to his grip on her teeth, opting to lean up and fuck full-force into the burning hot surface of her tongue. Grinding hips against pulsating taste buds. Trying to hold on.

Saliva pooled onto his head, over his arms, running down his back and collecting against the side of his face pressing into her tongue—the way it does when you need to swallow something.

Oh my god, she’s going to eat me! Riley realized, sliding back and forth against her tongue in a frenzy. I’m inside her fucking mouth and she’s going to eat me! Tease me like this, let me fuck like a desperate animal into her mouth, and then swallow me whole. Devour me. Make me hers—until there is nothing left.

Her breath was hot and heavy in his ears. Sweat and saliva clung to him. When he thrust up into her tongue, Rori sucked down on him like he was made of candy. His balls hitched.

“Fuck,” Riley groaned, unable to tell if she could even hear him with her mouth closed around him, over the roar of sex— “Cumming!”

She sucked down on his body harder than ever before. His arms shook and he lost his grip, her tongue rising to press his back to the ribbed roof of her mouth. His fingers ached, finding another handhold against the underside of her top teeth, desperate for the leverage to thrust with as much force as possible. Her taste buds seemed to squeeze his dick almost painfully. He was melting—Riley was melting. His brain and his body and his dick were melting into her mouth, wanting to stay there forever in the heat, in the dark, wet pleasure, fucking forever into her all-encompassing tongue. Too good. It was too good.

Rori moved her tongue—tasting his cum—tasting him, his sweat, his skin, how his little lungs sputtered as she picked up her unrelenting pace again. She flicked his throbbing dick and still-tugging balls, licking him from hole to tip. Anguished, Riley cried out as she drew out the last few sparks from his near-painful high, scraping warm, powerful flesh against an all-too sensitive cock. Playing with him. Toying with him. Pushing him just to feel how far one tiny little body could go. How much pleasure he could take.

Then, in an instant, the world shifted—her tongue tipped him over the side of her teeth and face-first into the smooth surface of the inside of her cheek. Scrambling to keep from falling, Riley gripped her teeth, using his knees to push off her gums and lay against the side of her cheek.

He could just barely make out her tongue moving to the roof of her mouth in the darkness—saliva ran past him to gather at the back of the throat and then—she swallowed.

From inside her mouth, the sound was loud and foreboding. Excess drool gone and tongue now free, Rori spoke.

“Do you—want me—to eat you?”

Riley struggled to catch his breath. His whole body ached like he’d run a marathon. He could tell even without seeing it, his skin was red and raw from her mouth’s manhandling. Her lips now parted properly, he could see into the back of her mouth. Her uvula hung like an ominous marker, almost like an arrow pointing down. The muscles of her throat danced with the rise and fall of her breath—making it impossible to ignore the walls of this cave were alive.

He flinched in surprise as Rori poked his side with her tongue. The same tongue she’d just railed him to hell with.

Riley looked at his hand, anchored in place in the grooves of a tooth the size of his head. All she needed do was close that powerful jaw and his hand would be crushed, the rest of him trapped between her teeth and the inside of her cheek. A living prison, but nothing like what awaited him below.

Air sucked in past him and then out just as rapidly—a sigh. Something tensed around his ankle, still outside her mouth, and Riley realized with a jolt she’d never let go of him—the entire time he’d dangled over the giant, hungry expanse of her throat, she’d never lost control over where he was going, even for a second.

Carefully, Rori readjusted her grip to flip him over. Her tongue helped guide him away from teeth as she pulled him from her mouth—up and up, until she could make successful eye contact.

The cold of the outside air on his wet skin made Riley shiver, like he might never be truly warm again. A little disoriented from the change in surroundings—still upside down, too—he attempted to wrap arms around himself and darted his eyes toward hers. He tried not to think about how they watched every minuscule movement. He felt his dick twitch.

Rori arched a brow. Something told him she would not ask the question again. Her eyes were far too focused for someone who’d just sucked off not just his dick but over half his entire body—focused like an owl on its prey, gliding down silently from the dark. Like a creature perfectly poised to hunt. It was no doubt she had him, from start to finish.

“Do you want to—to eat me?” Riley managed, relieved his tone sounded mostly even.

That same darkness glittered in her cool gray eyes. A hunger. Not for survival, but for enjoyment. Swallowing him, devouring his whole being because she could—no, not just because she could. Ravaging him because she wanted to—to claim his body as hers. Lock him up inside her own. Consume him entirely.

“What do you think?” She offered dryly.

He paused.

“I can’t believe you didn’t do it sooner,” he confessed, feeling his shoulders drop. He couldn’t tell now if he was still shivering from the cold or the look she was giving him.

Rori wet her lips. From his ankle, she lowered him again. His hands reached out to meet her lips, and her tongue flicked out over them.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispered, and Riley leaned in in anticipation. He could feel his pulse, hammering wildly over the heavy drum of her own, beating beneath the warmth of her skin. Her breath was heavy with need. Rori sucked in a short laugh. “You look so cute like that—little and wide-eyed. And,” he met her eyes, so close to their prize, “I wish you could really know—you taste so good scared.”

She let go of his ankle. Finally, those jaws snapped open. The heat washed over him. The darkness took him. The wet clung to him. Her tongue rolled him, fully coating him in saliva as it pooled. For the first time, he was fully and completely inside her mouth—all he could hear was her mouth; feel was her mouth; licking and sucking and spinning and marking him with her spit, her skin, her soul.

He felt her savoring him. Cock hard and in hand, Riley rubbed both it and his face against her tongue, pressing as much of himself into the taste buds as possible—desperate to be savored.

Taste me. Taste me. Remember me—remember how good I taste. Remember how good I am.

Her tongue gave him an appreciative little flick; maybe a thank-you for being such a sweet little treat. Then, it pushed him to the roof of her mouth—gasping, Riley looked down at where he knew was the waiting second entrance. Finally, the impossibly loud swallow rumbled through every inch of his being and smooth, tight muscles engulfed him as she made him utterly and irrevocably hers.

You taste so good scared.

— Smother —

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Words: 6.4k

Dynamic: F/m

Summary: Rori (F) smothers Riley (m) between her boobs, between her legs, and between her lips. Contains oral sex, bit of a light dom/sub dynamic, and a little mouthplay/light aftercare. Same guys from my first short fic, Chomp, but can easily be read as a stand alone. Little longer than my usual fics though (like 2-3 times longer lmao), so consider this a special treat. Once again gets right into the smut, characters are reoccurring. Enjoy!

Lounging on her front, Rori watched Riley with a keen interest while he stood atop her pillow and pulled his shirt over his head.

Shivering, brown eyes shot her a nervous look as he bent to pull off his pants.

Rori fought to wipe the grin off her face. Not yet.

With a little huff, he straightened and puffed up his chest to meet her gaze—Rori wasn’t even sure he knew he did it. “Ready?”

“Hm,” the witch mused, sliding a hand across the bed and up the side of her pillow; the way he braced himself for contact just delicious. Propping her chin with her other elbow, Rori snaked a finger up his leg to trace his hip through his underwear.

Catching his eye, she watched the shrunken man hold his breath as he awaited her next move.

Shifting her gaze down, then back to his face, Rori tilted her head and smiled coyly. “What do we think about losing these?”

“These?” Riley peered at where she’d slipped a nail beneath the waist band, wiggling it. His hands found the band, flattening against the fabric. He blinked up at her, wide-eyed. “Right, yeah. Yeah.”

He pulled his boxers to his ankles. She helped him kick them off when they got stuck on his left foot, tossing them to the side.

“There,” she beamed. “Much better. Now—”

She could feel his pulse leap as her hand wrapped around him. Rori sat up, free hand running over the fabric of her bra, nails tracing the edge of the cup. His line of sight followed her hand and his body temperature rose against her palm.

“—help me with mine?”

She brought him level with her chest. Tentatively, Riley reached out, fingers meeting the comparatively thick fabric with a feather-like touch. He ran his palm over it.

“It’s warm,” he observed quietly.

“It’s about to get warmer,” she said slyly, guiding him to the exposed skin of her sternum, between her cleavage.

Riley paused for just a moment before slipping a leg over the edge of her bra and climbing inside, bracing himself against her sternum. He gaped up at his surroundings—at the round, towering mounds, dwarfing him on either side. He ran his fingers over one, stabilizing himself against the rise and fall of her breath.

Her hands now free, Rori cupped her boobs and pressed them together—not enough to immobilize him, but enough to overwhelm him. Her heart hammered excitedly as Riley disappeared between her tits.

He squirmed against the walls of her skin. Tiny hands breached the surface of his confinement. Riley pulled himself up; free and wriggling from his chest and above, as if he were treading in deep water.

Teasing, Rori massaged her boobs, using her thumbs to roll the thick, malleable tissue against his chest—threatening to encase his head again. Lifting her tits, she bent her head to meet them as he looked up—placing a flurry of kisses across his face. He moved against her lips, surprised, but certainly not upset.

Satisfied, Rori gave him one last squeeze and lowered her tits, releasing them. She ran her hands over the fabric of her bra again, tilting her head at him. “Well? Are you going to help me?”

Riley blinked, then twisted to look at the front-facing clasp holding him in place against her chest—and then beyond, at her lap and bed. He peered back at her, realization crossing his face: he could fidget around and release the clasp—freeing her chest—continuing the game—and he would immediately lose his perch and plummet below—or, he could do nothing. Continue forward at his own expense, or bring them to a stand still.

She could almost see the gears turning in his head—calculating how far he would fall, where he would land, how much it would hurt—and then his hand slid over the clasp. He shook as he tried to unlatch it—a mix of effort, anticipation, and the thrilled drumming of her heart. He took a deep, steadying breath and held it.

The clasp unhooked.

“Shit—!” Riley hissed, lunging to grasp one end of the clasp as her bra fell open—his weight pulling one side of the fabric clear off her chest and leaving him hanging against her stomach.

Her hand ran over her free boob, giving it a little squeeze, and traced down, feeling where he was dangling. He tensed, expecting her to grab him—but Rori moved past him, sliding her hand down her torso and to the waistband of her underwear.

“Oh, god,” Riley squirmed, hooking his legs around the fabric of the cup and holding on for dear life as she leaned forward and stood.

She took her sweet time hooking thumbs under the band of her panties and bending allll the way over; pulling it past her thighs; her knees; her calves; her ankles. She could only imagine his face as she shifted her weight to step out of them, leaving him swinging back and forth on a flimsy little piece of fabric.

She discarded her underwear, tracing hands back up her torso. Rori tugged at the left bra strap—opposite the side he was dangling from.

Riley made a noise of protest as she slipped the left side of her bra off her shoulder, hand finally reaching for the right strap. Slowly, Rori pulled it down her arm, at last able to watch him hang on tight with all four limbs—desperately clutching the lightweight textile like the lifeline it was.

Holding the strap, Rori lifted the bra until his dangling form was eye level, flicking her gaze between him and the floor below.

Riley followed her line of sight. “Oh god, please, no. No. Please—don’t drop me—this isn’t enough to cushion—please, don’t drop me—!”

“Hm,” she tilted her head curiously, “since you beg so nicely…”

She brought him to her face. He gasped as teeth settled along the sides of his torso, gently prying his tense form from the fabric. Once she had him, Rori let the bra drop to the floor.

He shuddered.

Trying not to smile, she settled back onto her bed. Without warning, she released him from her jaws—letting him tumble down onto her chest with a shriek.

Unable to hold back, Rori grinned. She scooped him up and turned onto her side, boobs falling to the mattress. She pressed him to the top one, smushing his body against the plush surface. His hands rose; tiny fingers feeling their way across her skin. Mapping the sensations. It was an undeniably tempting sight.

Her pointer finger hovered, and through half-lidded eyes, couldn’t help herself as she shoved his head further against her; sinking into a soft, concave surface. He thrashed in surprise, but could do nothing as Rori mercilessly teased his face against her nipple. His hands flailed, struggling to grasp the finger behind his head, to pry her off him—to no avail.

Riley sputtered as she finally released his head, but she spared him no break. In one, smooth motion, she wrapped him back in her fist, used her wrist to part her tits, and swept him between them, flat on his back.

She paused for just a moment to observe his expression—still wide-eyed, reeling to process and keep up—yet trusting. Somehow always trusting, even as he tried in vain not to shake. It was cute, if not adorable. It made Rori want to lick him from tip to toe right then and there. Nibble on him—sink her teeth in—just a little.

Priorities.

Rori took her time to slide her hand out from between her boobs; fingertips taut against the undersurface of her skin, careful not to let the full weight of her top boob drop on him—not yet. She waited for a sign of struggle, some severe distress, but it did not come. Riley laid there, agape and obedient and waiting as her hand—his safety net—slipped away completely.

A new wave of desire washed over her as the weight of her boobs sealed around his every surface. She wasn’t even touching herself now and he was totally gone; vanished from all sight. She’d wholly sealed him away from the world, but still had him readily accessible in a way the pleasure of eating him didn’t provide. Consumed in a way that still left plenty of room for… toying. After all, with this much power, it was oh so easy to abuse in all the right ways.

Running her hand over her tits, enjoying the contact, Rori closed her eyes and felt him there. The impression of his chest; his arms. His legs. His head, turned to the side. Little hands and feet curled in on themselves, his warm body still tense.

Scoffing, Rori peeled her boob off him—just enough to hear his wonderfully desperate gasp for air.

“Relax,” she coaxed. “Afraid I’ll let you suffocate?”

“Or squish me,” Riley breathed—face flushed beautifully red—blinking rapidly as he gulped air into heaving lungs.

Rori flashed him a toothy smile. “Don’t tease.”

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth—maybe in protest or maybe to suck in one last, quick breath—before he was smothered again.

For a moment, she used no hands—just letting the weight of gravity cover him; relishing in how easy it was to bury him.

Finally, with a sigh of satisfaction, her hands began kneading—massaging thick flesh to feel his tiny body pressed against it—encased in it, molding to her touch. Her fingers found a nipple and rolled it between them, tracing nails around the bud and feeling it grow stiff and swollen.

At last, Rori kneaded the mound off him to soak in his bewildered expression and pathetically perfect gasps—

“Do me a favor,” she breathed, trying not to moan at how helpless he looked—trapped between her tits.

Even after being squeezed, pressed, and manhandled—his ears perked up and he craned his neck—questioning.

Rori took in his curiosity—his sweet ignorance—and smiled wickedly. “Struggle for me?”

She all but crushed him to pieces—giving him no time to reply as she dropped the full weight of her boob back onto him. His lungs sputtered against her in a wheeze, but if he needed to breathe, it would just have to wait.

A few moments later, Riley seemed to recover from the shock—twisting and turning against her incessant kneading, trying to squirm away from her sternum and out of her tits.

“Good try,” she chuckled, and leaned forward to press her tits against the mattress, sealing off his path of escape—squishing him even closer to her— “—but you’re mine.”

Still, he did not give up—Rori wondered how much of his rigorous effort was following her demands and how much was a genuine desperation for oxygen, or maybe a sense of claustrophobia—caged by too much of a good thing. Literally smothered by desire.

He kicked against her sternum. Clawed at her skin.

His head wriggled above her boobs with a choking gulp for air, managing a panicked, “Please—!” before fingers found his shoulders and head and pushed him below the surface of hot skin again.

Rori squeezed her tits together—squishing them—squishing him—between her hand and the bed. Her fingers rubbed her nibbles, swollen and flushed with color. He was completely at her mercy—if she so desired, Riley would not escape her alive. Either way, his life was hers.

Relishing in this, she breathed in deeply—taunting him—torturing him with her own breath as her expanding chest flattened him even further—squeezing, crushing force from all directions—then she sharply rolled over onto her back, just as she thought his movements might be starting to slow.

He flopped to a dramatic stop against the side of a boob, collapsing into a pile of sprawling limbs along it. Then he, too, rolled onto his back, landing in the valley between her boobs that was her sternum. His chest raggedly rose and fell, struggling to suck in as much air as his minuscule body could accept.

Riley started when a fingertip touched the side of his face—then slumped against it. His cheek was cold and clammy with sweat—hers or his or both, it was hard to tell. Rori gave him a solid minute to lie there like a dead fish, then pinched the sides of his waist and lifted him off her skin.

“No, no—” He struggled weakly, maybe at the loss of her warmth, or maybe because he was headed straight for her lips—but they didn’t part to draw him inside, if that’s what he’d been expecting.

Instead, Rori let him slump atop her face, head between her nose and her cupid’s bow and legs dangling off her chin. A gentle finger worked along his spine, occasional kisses pressed to his skin until it warmed back up.

“…Really thought…” Riley eventually managed, “…might want… to kill me… for a second…”

“I want to reward you.” Rori ruffled his hair, landing one more kiss before his arms found their strength and he lifted himself enough to meet her eye.

“Reward me?” He asked cautiously.

She couldn’t blame him for being suspicious, but his furrowed brow was still cute as hell. She gave him an encouraging rub between his shoulders. “You did so good. That deserves a little extra fun.”

He remained tense. “What does that mean?”

Rori grinned, causing him to brace himself against her nose for balance. “It means I want you to fuck my tits.”

His heart leapt against her skin. Riley turned to look at her boobs, each one hilariously dwarfing him by almost every metric—height, weight; pure sheer size.

Her finger tilted his jaw towards her gaze. “I want you to cum, you think you can manage that?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed. “Yeah, I think I can.”

Rori cupped her hand to his back, holding him against her face while she turned onto her side. Catching his eye, a mutual look of desire passed between them. Then with a wink, she gathered Riley up and deposited him on the mattress before a pair of boobs laying higher than he was tall.

The semi-firm surface below him sunk under her weight, drawing him in towards her at just the right height—hips parallel with the narrow gap where her boobs met. A minuscule hand braced him against her, the other he quickly wet and wrapped around his dick. Pressing his forehead to her, Riley kissed the warm wall of skin in front of him as he yanked his dick to full attention. It didn’t take long to get it to stand, throbbing and practically begging for something better than a hand. It was a hard sight to resist, but Rori managed by tracing her fingers over her collarbone.

His reward.

Leaning in, Riley lined up his dick, but still, there was a small gap between her boobs where their round shape curved in that he just couldn’t close. Frustrated, he pushed his forehead further against the plush surface and leaned his hips as far forward as he could.

Rori scoffed. “Need a hand?”

He looked up, gaze following the path of her top hand as it slid into place behind him. Using her hand to brace him from falling over, she leaned forward ever so slightly. Her boobs pressed against him. The gap closed, encasing his dick with her tits.

“Perfect,” Riley muttered under his breath. A mix of sweat and spit slicked him up, sliding his cock in and out easily. He leaned in again, pushing his forehead against her and gripping the sides of her tits like it was all he was good for.

Every time he thrust in, Rori squeezed him closer against her; matching his rhythm; allowing him to set the pace and watching his expression with a breathless fascination.

His brows drew together, his cheeks turned red; sweat rolling down his skin, jaw clenching—attention directed by the rhythm of his hips and her hand; pressing his cock further, deeper between the consuming heat of her tits. Where he’d just fought for his life to escape, Riley now fucked furiously for re-entry, desperate for more and more contact of hot, slick skin.

Resisting a smirk, Rori rolled her nipple with her thumb. His brow deepened as he peeled his face off her skin—a quick, half-lidded look of confirmation up at her was all Riley needed to immediately try to take the giant, swollen bud into his mouth—or what fit of it, anyway.

“That’s it,” she practically purred with encouragement, rubbing the back of his head as his tongue swirled over the ridges of her nipple. “Keep going—just like that.”

Teeth grazed the bud and Rori nearly crushed him against her.

“Fuck,” she breathed, biting her lip to restrain herself as his cheeks went concave and he sucked down hard.

His rhythm sped up—somehow even more desperate than before. Without missing a beat, she kept turn with him, pressing him faster and faster against her with each slam of his hips.

“Ah—fuck,” Riley managed against her skin, looking up at her with flushed cheeks and fucked-so-good eyes. “I’m gonna—a-ha—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” Rori commanded, pinching her nipple with her thumb again. “And don’t you dare stop.”

With a shudder, he returned to dragging his tongue all over her nipple, pressing the muscle against it with each thrust. His breaths turned shallow and frantic, trying to hold on between the burning slick of her tits just a little longer. She circled her thumb against his head in turn with his tongue. Between her thighs throbbed.

“I want you to bite it,” she moaned, pressing her chest against him—trying to force her nipple into his mouth. “When you cum, bite.”

“A-hah—” Riley agreed. “Now—cummi—”

She leaned into him. His tongue fluttered gloriously against her nipple. His jaw clamped down—just as commanded—and they both lost their heads as a groan of release ripped through his tiny little body.

Rori fought to keep herself from totally flattening him, giving Riley space to keep thrusting his hips and riding the high of his reward. She could feel the feverish throbbing of his cock—the warmth oozing from it—the trembling of his knees—his grip shaking as he clenched his jaw over and over her nipple.

Finally, the rhythm of his hips slowed. Riley sunk his cock in between her tits as far as he could and kept it there; rocking his hips; still hugging the enormous fleshy mounds and sucking her nipple between pants.

As he began to still, she gave him one final squeeze, seizing his little waist between her fingers and rolling onto her back. She set him down between her tits again, letting him slump to his knees and recover.

“It’s quite the mess you’ve made,” Rori observed, wiping the cum from one boob with a finger and sucking it clean. With a pleased hum, she wiped the mess from her other boob, bringing her fingertip to his face and giving him a coy smile. “You try.”

He peered up, searching her eyes, then bent his head. His lips met her fingertip, tongue running across the ridges of her fingerprint as Riley licked his own cum off her skin; hands rising to steady himself against her finger.

“Very good,” she praised as he leaned back to wipe his mouth. “I was going to make you clean it all up by yourself, but…” Her legs parted. “You’ve made another mess that requires that tongue.”

He followed her line of sight. “Oh, shit.”

“Responsibilities, little man.” Rori sang, plucking him up and readjusting her pillows to prop herself where she could watch him best.

Her free hand slid between her legs, parting her labia—slowly, so Riley could see just how wet toying with him made her. His pulse sped up against her fingers again.

She lowered him onto her vulva on his hands and knees. She massaged her clit while he got his bearings; little hands adjusting themselves on her labia; his feet finding a hold at the back edge of her hole; pushing himself up so he did not fall. She tilted her pelvis up too, angling him toward her. Her hand hovered behind him, keeping him close no matter what happened.

Rori ran nails down his back, feeling minuscule goosebumps spread across his skin. She took a moment to appreciate the intricacy of such a tiny person—so perfectly expressive.

With a steadying breath, Riley met her gaze.

She gave him a nod, eyes shifting to her dominant hand, fingers still massaging her clit.

With a swallow, his hands met her fingers, lowering himself onto his forearms before the bud. Her fingertip brushed over his hand encouragingly, then pulled back so it could take its place. Her hand returned to her tits, rolling a nipple between her fingers as his wrapped around her clit.

“Use your palms,” she advised. “Back and forth—side to side. I like the friction.”

He took to her instructions with an adorably focused expression—drawn brows and dedication in his eyes—dipping his head to drag his tongue across the swollen bud between palming.

“Good,” Rori praised, arching her back and cupping her hand to his. “Harder.”

He pressed himself closer to her, too, trying to angle himself to give her the most force.

Her fingers returned to running down his back, feeling his ribcage expand with his every breath.

The skin beneath him throbbed.

God, her pussy was so open. The need to be filled threatened to take over; to feel him squirming inside her—right. There.

She arched her back again, rolling her hips and forcing Riley harder into her hand. Fingers danced along the back of his legs with temptation. His feet slid along the opening of her hole, down, until—

Riley gasped with soft surprise, peering under him at where he’d begun to slip inside her.

“Keep going,” Rori urged, fighting the impulse to wrap her hand around him; shove him inside her, all at once.

He returned to servicing her clit. Her fingers began to sink into her pussy. His calves were dragged along too, legs straightening, no longer on his knees but instead laying outstretched as she began to pull him inside her. She could feel his cock, sliding against her vulva as with a moan, he, too, struggled to control himself.

Rori clenched around his legs and he tensed in surprise. Good, but not enough.

“Faster,” she directed. “Use your tongue.”

She grabbed her boob as Riley obliged, squeezing it with a grip that would crush his bones had she used it on him. His tonguing only made her hungrier. She needed to devour him—greedily eat up every last delicious part of him and trap him inside her forever—now.

She sunk her fingers in another inch, bringing Riley up to his waist in the pit of warm, wet muscle. Cradling her vulva, he could no longer reach her clit with his mouth, opting to furiously rub it with his hands; grinding his hips with equal need.

They locked eyes and a wave of understanding passed over his face.

She bit the corner of her lip with dark, eager anticipation and pulled one finger out, then the other—slowly, as to not pull him out with them—and set them on his shoulders. Her thumb brushed his arm aside to get to his chest. He let go of her clit with that hand; clinging to it with his other—his last, parting squeeze of the sensitive bud before she pushed him chest-deep into her pussy and her clit was rendered out of reach entirely.

Her free hand abandoned her nipple for her clit, picking up where he’d left off, and god—

He was so warm inside her.

His encapsulated torso pressed against the thick, elastic walls as he panted, legs shaking—from fear or pleasure or her throbbing pulse—maybe all of the above. Gripping her vulva, he was still grinding his hips, sliding his dick along the ribbed muscle of her canal.

“Oh—fuh—fuck,” he moaned, gazing up at her through eyes barely open with pleasure. His flushed face was so pretty—especially with her juices on his chin, rolling down his mouth and neck, gathering where his body entered the tight vacuum of her pussy—at where it was eating him back.

The sight was so hot, Rori squeezed him until her legs quivered—threatening to close over him, crush him with her thighs—her hand alternating between pulling and rubbing her clit.

Buried up to his underarms, he looked like a swimmer in a pool, just before losing their ability to touch the bottom. He arched his body, stretching out inside her—legs trembling, feet curling—hands gripping onto her fingers, trying to push himself deeper—just begging her to give him more of this heat, this pressure—this pleasure. Pleading with her to drag him into the deep end.

Her hand ran over him, teasing him, feeling him inserted in her, where his skin met hers and how her pussy pulsated around him—and then, Rori began to pull him out.

“No—!” Riley squirmed with a choked cry, much to her pride and joy.

Rori forced her pussy to relax, fingers and thumb collecting his forearms with a single pinch—and then she lowered him again. She clenched her walls around him and slowly dragged him back out, making sure to enjoy every last ridge and divot of him: the spaces between his ribs, the curve of his waist, his hips, his ass, the way his muscle flexed against hers.

His eyes shot to hers—wide and questioning—Are you—?

Rori grinned back wickedly and shoved him in up to his neck.

Riley gasped—she rewarded it with an extra hard squeeze.

She could feel him swallow his nerves through her pussy. It throbbed excitedly as she plunged him in and out of her—each time she pulled him out, her walls clenched, trying to suck him in deeper—deeper, where he’d never see the light of day again; and when only his feet remained inside, the rest of her pussy gaped and beckoned him—Come back. Fill me up. Let me consume you—you’re mine. Don’t forget it. And when she shoved him back in, slick walls opened to welcome him, rejoicing in closing around him as if to say, Don’t ever leave again—gripping him, feeling every inch of his trembling legs and torso, wishing it was all of him—needing all of him.

His body shook with a mix of labored, frantic breaths and desperate, conflicted moans—caught between fear and pleasure. Desire and ruin. Unsure which animalistic drive was stronger. Each time he was pulled out, his cock sprung free, only to be shoved against him again as she sucked him back in, fucking him senseless like a glorified dildo.

Rori stirred him around—pressing him against every corner of her hole, trying to hold on, feeling her body tense as it threatened a crushing release.

More—just a little more. Hungry—so hungry.

Rolling her hips, she sunk Riley in deeper than ever—so deep, only his face and arms remained in the outside world.

He sputtered as juices washed over his face—Rori was tempted to leave him there, so wet she could drown him—stretching and straining for air, at the total mercy of her euphoria—sucked lifeless by her all-consuming body; his need for oxygen lesser than the mind-melting pleasure of her pussy.

Hole fluttering excitedly—threatening to close over him—she traced his face with a finger—teasing him, clearing his mouth just enough for Riley to get in one last, glorious gasp—and then she shoved his face under with a single fingertip.

Only his elbows and beyond stuck out of her now. Rori ran her nails along his forearms, feeling goosebumps spread across them—squeezing his hands between her finger pads—revelling in how tiny they were, and that she had them sticking out of her: the only visible sign she had an entire person wrapped up within her. She gripped his arms and pulled, just enough that his head broke the surface.

Riley gasped, skin red and covered in thick slick, hair plastered to his forehead. She pinched his chin between her fingers, making him squint at her through the juices he was coated head to toe in.

“Struggle,” Rori growled, so aggressively it vibrated through her chest—then shoved his entire body inside her pussy—head, arms, hands—everything—every. Last. Bit. Of. Him.

Fucking. Finally.

He was all there—deliciously filling her up—her walls rushing to contort to his every detail—sucking at skin—working to merge his flesh with hers. He filled her like his body was made for nothing else than to belong within hers—his sole purpose to fuel her desire.

And this time around, he took to her desire immediately.

Riley flung himself against her canal; limbs thrashing, hands and feet frantically running along the slick, ribbed chamber—fighting like his life depended on it—and for all intents and purposes, it did. A race between the air in his lungs and her tumultuous need to cum.

She rubbed her clit so furiously, her fingers ached, but she didn’t care—not at all. Her other hand gripped her tits, kneading them as mercilessly as her pussy kneaded him; squeezing him so hard, a dark part of her hoped his body broke and his brain popped and her pussy crushed him into nothing—nothing but pleasure—pleasure without limits while she savored the feeling of his powerless little body. Sucking him dry and lifeless. Consuming his soul. A whole person, an entire sentient being, turned into nothing but an orgasmatic high for Rori to wreck.

Her hips leapt into her hand—toes curled, thighs tense—fingers locking down hard onto her clit while she bucked against the pressure; grinding into the sensitive bundle of nerves that, up until several minutes ago, had a shaking little man dragging his tongue all over it. Inside, her vaginal walls convulsed, gripping him with contractions so strong, all struggle was forced to a trembling stop as her ecstasy reached its crushing peak.

Her thighs relaxed. She released her clit, giving it a few more appreciative squeezes and rubs of knee-jerking bliss before slipping her fingers into her slick entrance. She found his form easily, wrapping fingers around his chest and back and pulling his hot, sticky body out. Just feeling how warm and wet he was sliding out of her, temptation crawled up her neck to force him back in—start another round; keep him there, gripping and sucking on him forever; toying with him until he all but became apart of her—but his little body required something else of her.

Bringing Riley before her, Rori shimmied up her pillow perch a bit to inspect him. His head slumped against her knuckle; arms hanging limply over her thumb; legs dangling far above any surface he could have hoped to stand on. Truly in the deep-end.

But still, she could feel his tiny heart pounding in his chest, heavy and labored as his breathing tried to stabilize. Nothing seemed broken, just very red and maybe a bit swollen—something to keep an eye on.

He looked completely ruined and utterly pathetic—drowned. Smothered by sex.

Rori pressed a kiss to the side of his face. Then another. And another.

Her lips grazed his still-damp skin, leaving a trail of kisses down his arm. She smushed his hand between her top and bottom lip, trying to spread each and every finger. His hand twitched—fingers beginning to curl, feeling for where they were. His head rolled to the side and Riley groaned.

“Agh—am I… dead?” He mumbled.

Her lips pulled into a smile. She gave his hand a parting kiss and let his arm dangle free. “Not yet.”

He groaned again, rolling his wrist and rubbing his eyes. “…Are you… going to… eat me?”

She let out a short scoff through her nose. “Do you want me to eat you?”

“Hmghh…” Riley rubbed his face against her finger at the question.

Rori knew he didn’t like admitting it—that only made her press him for an answer more; drive him to confess that despite every survival instinct in his little head, the need to be held, consumed, desired, dominated—trumped all.

“I don’t—I don’t… don’t know…” he pulled his arms in like he might attempt to push himself up, but only had the strength to brace himself against an invisible force. He shuddered. “…Really strong pussy… are you done with me?”

She bit back a laugh, but was only half-successful.

He looked up to see what she was laughing at, and she could have sworn his already flushed face deepened to a new shade of embarrassed.

Rori gave him a dark grin. “I don’t know… you look pretty appetizing to me.”

Riley tensed as her mouth approached, gripping her thumb as if that would save him—yet still, her lips only grazed his skin.

He let out a ragged sigh— “Don’t—you can’t—stop… stop toying with me…”

“I say when it stops,” she reminded, licking his arm; feeling the fuzz of hair along his forearm. She slid her tongue under his arm, peeling it away from her thumb—drawing it into her mouth. She figured if anything was injured, this was a good way to find out.

Riley didn’t offer much resistance as she released his arm and seized the other, sucking him in shoulder-deep. He held his breath as she took his head into her mouth next; relishing the taste of sweat and sex on his skin, in his hair—dragging her tongue over his face, under his chin, around his neck—but she didn’t pull the rest of him in after.

No, Rori inspected each part of him thoroughly and individually—releasing his head with a wet kiss to his face—enjoying the way it left him breathless—then adjusting her grip so his front was open to her. She sucked at his torso, swiping her tongue across his chest.

“You taste good,” she murmured, and his heart skipped a beat against her tongue as she flattened it to his stomach; dragging it across his chest again.

Riley held off a scoff. “I taste like you,” he said softly.

“Mm,” she hummed, tracing his skin with her lips. “You add a little something to it.”

He flushed. Despite himself, he let out a content sigh and leaned into her lips, then turned over as her tongue snaked its way from his chest to his back.

Cheekily, she gave his ass a nibble, enjoying watching him squirm. She kissed along his back, licking up his spine and feeling Riley arch himself, shoulder blades pinching as her tongue passed through on her way to kiss the top of his head. She turned him in her grip again, but this time his hand tried to block her from his dick.

“Please,” Riley managed. “It’s still sensitive.”

She arched a brow. “Did you cum in there?”

“No.”

Rori nudged his hand out of the way with her nose, lips just grazing his dick. He made a rather embarrassingly cute ack sound and rushed to push her lips away.

“Liar,” she grinned. “I ought to punish you for that.”

He shivered at the idea, but she obeyed his request and skipped his dick, running lips over thighs; licking the salty taste off his skin. When she got to his first foot, Rori tilted her head back and took the entirety of his leg into her mouth, enjoying his wide-eyed reaction, complete with a soft little gasp. She circled her tongue around the limb, sucking it as one, savoring the taste and feeling of his skin, then pulled back—slowly.

She went to take his other leg into her mouth and Riley cried out sharply.

She jerked like he’d just spontaneously caught fire. “What is it? Are you hurt?”

Riley blinked rapidly, his breaths short and heart beat rapid against her fingers. “My ankle,” he swallowed. “Must’ve pulled a muscle. It’s not bad—just sore. And tense.”

“Let me see,” Rori said, raising him higher and bringing a delicate touch to the back of his calves. The left was indeed redder and more swollen than the right, despite the former being the one just in her mouth. She gave it a light, experimental touch. He remained unfazed, but when she tried to bend it, he pulled back with a wince, hissing.

Riley managed a glower as she released him. “…Really strong pussy…”

She laughed, then gave him a genuine look. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to squeeze you to death a little less the next time you’re in my pussy.”

He sighed as she pressed a kiss to the side of his face. “You never were gonna eat me now, were you?”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Rori winked. “I think you’ve had enough. Right now I want to pamper you, and take care of that ankle.”

“Pamper me?” His brows raised.

“Mm-hm,” she breathed in deeply. “You still smell like sex; we’ll have to take care of that—I’ll run a bath after I take a better look at that ankle. Massage you a little; relax those muscles. Sing your praises. I’ve got some nice lotion, too. Then I want to snuggle up and cuddle you.”

He looked hopeful. “Can we watch a movie too?”

She smiled. “Your pick.”

Riley nodded, settling against her hand. “I’m tired.”

She ruffled his wet hair, working fingernails along his scalp rewardingly. “You did excellent—my perfect little man.”

“Thanks,” he leaned into her touch, heart fluttering. “I… want to do it again.”

Rori gave him a devilish smile and watched a shiver work its way up his spine. Holding him between her fingers, she took in every last detail—the slight shake he started doing again, the way his lungs hitched in suspense, the whites of his eyes, wide with anticipation—body responding in ways she wasn’t even sure Riley was aware of.

How cute.

Rori couldn’t resist giving him one more kiss, if only to satisfy the squeeze in her chest.

“Oh, we will. Any new ideas?”

RED HOOD - JASON TODD

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Jason Todd who’s act of love is acts of service. He lives for the saying ‘ actions speak louder than words ‘. He loves when he comes home to a warm meal cooked for him, or even when you would spontaneously help him to clean his suit after he comes back from patrol. Sometimes, he returns from his patrols late, so he would never expect you to be awake at 2AM waiting for his exhausted state. But to his surprise, you’re always awake for him. Just the simple things like waiting for him, and that small tired smile that paints across your lips; just heats up his chest, and makes little red butterflies flutter in him.

Jason Todd who hasn’t really been efficient with communication, due to past trauma, so he attempts to show his love for you with actions. Jason yearns for you, and it’s pretty obvious by the way he would sometimes lay sweet kisses on the back of your shoulder or your neck whilst your doing the dishes with him, or he’ll linger around the kitchen, slightly glaring at you whilst you cook up a perfect meal for the both of you. You’d always notice in the corner of your eye how he glared at you in awe. Though Jason tries to hide his emotions, you always see straight through his sharp eyes, and right though his mistreated soul.

Jason Todd who of course, loves you, but sometimes fucks you like he hates you. On nights that don’t really go his way; nights when he comes back with bruised knuckles and a developing black eye, he’ll walk straight into your shared bedroom. You always notice the thump of heavy footsteps arriving into your room, it awakes you. Jason never wasted any time, he immediately strips and hooks his gloved fingers around your shorts waistline and pulls them down, your panties along with it. Ramming into you mercilessly, shoving your face into the pillows below, and you’re always unethically wet; the slick noises filling the atmosphere and the dim lighting from the far billboards and city lights creating a light flare in the room. You just take it as he ignores your mumbles and cries into the pillows, instead he groans pleasurably over your words. Jason doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied, until he’s left his seed dripping out if you. You never realise when he’s done, but you always hear the sound of the shower faucet turning on.

Jason Todd who sometimes fucks you so well, he forgets about his own needs and pleasures. On nights when it’s just you two, romantic and intimate, jason loves to make his favourite girl feel good. Honestly, holding hands, mating press, peppering wet kisses trailing from your throat up to your ear and whispering sweet nothings softly. The night doesn’t end until you’ve had at least 5 orgasms, and he’s ran you a warm bath. He loves doing these things for you, treating his girl like how she deserves to be treated. You always press your head up against his chest when cuddling at nights like this, and he’d wrap his arm around you, securing you like your his prized possession.

Jason Todd who loves blowjobs. And i mean, sloppy, dirty, mouth watering, gorilla gripping, carpet clenching, eye tearing, fanny fluttering head. He’d shove your face into his cock, making sure your nose is touching his pelvis. Your hands fly up, pressing against his thighs for some sort of support as he face fucks you roughly. Your babbling noises fill the room, and as you glance up you always notice the way his eyes roll back and his head is falling back along with it. It motivates you, so you shove your head further onto his length and bring one of your palms up to massage his balls, earning the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard in you’re whole life. Hell, jason’s sure he’s never felt like that before. Jason looks down on you, it’s degrading, but you can’t deny the hot slick sticking to your panties. He’d even hold your nose and mutter, “—Go on, you can take it. I know you will.” Everything sounds a blur, and he’d pull your head back by your hair and push a finger into your mouth, widening it enough for him to spit clearly into it, using his finger tip to smother the saliva all over your lips. And by the end of it, you’re sleeping like a baby.

Jason Todd who discourages inviting you to his family gatherings. First of all, he believes you wouldn’t be able to keep up with his families drama. But second of all, he does not want you meet his older brother Dick Grayson. The boy scout, the flirt, the sexiest second most sexiest man in the world. Jason knew that if you ever met Dick, you two would get along way too well. And quite frankly, jason doesn’t like you talking to other men that aren’t him. He literally fucking despises when another man so much as looks your way, or checks you out. That’s probably why he always leaves hickeys and marks all over your body, to put on show what’s his, and will always be his.

Jason Todd who loves head scratches and massages. Hear me out, a movie is playing on the TV as you both relax on the couch; the only light reflecting off the TV and the lighting which strikes outside, rain pouring down. Hes got his head resting in your lap as he lays on the couch and you play with his hair while paying more attention to the movie than him. Nothing is more important than him. He’d push his head up into your hand, like a sleepy puppy to gesture his yearn for more as you lose your focus in scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails. You’d chuckle to yourself as you notice how needy he is to be in your touch. As you lightly scratch and massage his head and hair, you feel him start to relax under you. That’s when you look down and notice his pale lips slightly parted, and his eyes closed. A small smile paints on your lips when you begin to hear his quiet snores, and you lean down to lay a passionate kiss on the tip of his nose.

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BABES I'M GAGGED. PEGGING KONIG!? yes. always yes. LKHIHFIDHSFIHUFHD I'M DROOLING.

SUBMISSIVE COD MEN HEADCANONS

⭐featuring; simon 'ghost' riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price, phillip graves, rodolfo 'rudy' parra, alejandro vargas, konig, keegan russ, logan walker, david 'hesh' walker (part 1)

ghost: i genuinely think he enjoys being a sub, but he'd never admit it because of his ego. soap: #1 brat! he'll act certain ways to piss you off throughout the day, so you have no choice but to be rough with him. 90% masochist, 10% sadist and prove me wrong. come on! but, he's a total whore for being used, do whatever you want. but his personal favourite is when you tie his hands above his head and ride his cock, bonus points if there's a blind fold and a gag. the way his veiny, thick arms are on display, a bushy happy trail leading to his twitching cock. and don't get me started on recording, nothing turns him on more than having himself recorded and being threatened to have it used as 'blackmail'. he knows you'd never actually do that, but just some extra fun! gaz: he'll act like your best boy just so he can be rewarded at the end with no debate or question, he'll do it for you. his guilty pleasure is pegging, at first he was unsure & took a bit to get him properly stretched out, but at the end it was all worth it - the way his spine curved so beautifully as you roughly hit his soft spots whilst whispering sweet nothings is enough to make him act stupid with his stupid higher pitched, soft voice compared to how he normally sounds, that smooth and low voice. oh and he's vocal, such whiny & whimpery babbles as he foolishly rambles about how 'good it all feels' with a silly grin. it's almost pathetic but you can't help but find it endearing in a way :) price: i'm sorry to disappoint but he would NOT be a sub. just kidding! everyone's a little sub deep down. but in order for him to sub, he'd need to be DESPERATE. he'd have to be away from you for such a long time that rough sex turns to longing sex. he'd sub without even noticing, letting you take the reins. his favourite thing when he subs is eating you out/giving you head, his big hands holding your thighs and legs as he nuzzles the side of his face and beard against your thigh like a one dollar whore. he's so gentle and soft with you like he's genuinely scared of hurting you, it'd seem impractical to be rough with him :( graves: anyone who looks at graves and think he's just a dom is completely out of their mind. no way you look at that white boy and think; "yeah, that's a dom". he acts like he doesn't like to sub but his pathetic whimpers & all his messages begging you to touch him later prove wrong. he's so used to being praised by the shadows, so when you humiliate and degrade him, it feels foreign and definitely turns him on. what makes him go crazy is if you tie his hands behind his back and put on a show for him where you're so close yet so far. best part is, giving him permission to touch himself, but he can't! it's such a condescending, asshole move but watching him squirm is just too fun.

rudy: rudy is your personal slave basically, worshipping you like you're a god/ess sent from above. he'd do almost anything for you. and he stays on his knees until you're fully satisfied, keeping his big brown eyes on your pretty face, analyzing each movement and crinkle in awe. most of his praises and pleas will be in spanish, something like "dios mío, amor. please just let me cum." whilst he's palming his clothed cock, his fingers working hard for you and his knees aching on the floor. he loves communication and sweet talk, maybe TOO much. so to shut him up sometimes you gotta shove your panties or boxers in his mouth ;( konig: def takes it in his ass, no debate 🤷‍♀️ his fav combo is sweet praises but rough, mean actions. pegging him mercilessly or tugging on his collar as you ride his face whilst his weeping, leaky red cock is begging for attention - all will be forgiven when you call him your good boy :(. but being humiliated is his guilty pleasure. gag him, blindfold him and use him! he secretly looves roleplay, especially something nasty like kidnapper x victim. keegan: massive rope bunny who loves to be tied up and restricted. he especially loves it when you leave marks all over him, digging ur nails into his shoulders and maybe even drawing a little blood. it turns him on beyond belief to be fucked in a vulnerable state of his where he can't move and his mouth is covered, wrists and ankles tied with Hesh next door - he must stay quiet like a good boy and just take it!

maybe the gayest pic ever taken of one person?

men and minors dni

AHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I finished that fic idea!

I'm still waiting for an invite for the AO3, but in the meantime, I'm just gonna post it here under the cut and hope that Tumblr is nice to me 😵‍💫. I apologize for the formatting, I'm on mobile! I also apologize if it's bad! It's been a while since I've written a ficcy.

Once again: 🔞MINORS DNI!!!🔞 Don't even look at this post.

It started with the kisses. Well, the lack thereof. It hadn't taken long for you to realize that the amount of kisses you were receiving from Stanley dwindled significantly. You were fine with this initially. 'Maybe Stan just wasn't in the mood to be affectionate today', you thought to yourself, 'and that's alright.'

   But then one day turned into two, then three, and then you had noticed that he wasn't really hugging you either. Done were the days when Stan would sneak up on you when there weren't any customers in the shack, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and smothering your face in kisses. No more late night cuddles... You started to wonder if maybe you'd done something wrong? But the past few days had been going well as far as you were concerned, and Stanley wasn't the kind to keep quiet when the two of you were having an issue. So what could it be..? After four days of this affection deprivation, you decided to have a sit down with Stanley to figure this out. Whatever this was, it gets solved today. It took a lot of fighting with your own nerves, but you managed to get a moment with him as he was sitting in his recliner, watching reruns of his favorite show. 

   "Stanley..?" you called out from the doorway. He looked at you and smiled, so sweetly that you wouldn't have thought anything was wrong in the first place.

    "Yeah?"

    "Can we talk?" you made your way over to him, sitting on the arm of the couch. He didn't wrap his arm around you. Instead, he looked up at you with those innocent eyes. Well, as innocent as you could get with him.

    "Of course, sweetheart. What's up?" 

    "You've been... uncharacteristically distant lately. Are you okay? You're not... mad at me, are you?" you asked, and he actually looked shocked. 

    "Mad? Of course not, why would I be mad at you?" He placed a warm hand on your thigh, and it was heavenly. You slid into his lap, and he took his hand off of you. Guess you couldn't have both... 

    "I dunno. You just haven't been kissing me much lately... or, really much of anything. I-It's been driving me crazy for the past few days to not even have you cuddle with me in bed, or even have you pinch my ass randomly in the shop, and I normally HATE that." You could feel your face heating up. You definitely weren't one to beg for something like affection and Stan knew that. Even in your most intimate moments, it would take lots of coaxing (and punishment) to get you to even open your mouth to say 'please'. But here you were, laying out your feelings to him about his recent misdeeds. He looked somewhat apologetic, but a hint of something else you couldn't quite pinpoint. 

    "Shucks, hun... I didn't know you felt that way. I mean, I have had something on my mind for the past few days, but I didn't know how you'd feel about it.." He admitted, his eyes shifting away from yours. You perked up a bit, leaning forward some to inquire further. Finally, you were getting somewhere. "Whatever it is, you know I'm not one to judge Stan. Please..?"

    He blushed a bit, gazing back up at you and moving his hands to hold yours gingerly. "I was...thinking...uhm.. What if I were to.." He rolled his eyes in frustration at himself, huffing and deciding to just rip the bandaid off. "What if I were to go, y'know... celibate?" 

    "C-Celibate?" you repeated, your heart dropping. You never thought about that before. What IF he were celibate??? 'I mean, the sex is absolutely fantastic for sure, but... I could live without that, right?' you thought, trying to rationalize with yourself how something like that would go. After a bit of a hefty pause, you met his eyes again. "...I think I could handle that." 

     Once again, he looked absolutely shocked, then confused. "Really?"

     "Really. I mean, think of all the things we've been through together, Stan. If you want to be celibate, then I'll still be here with you. Though, I have to wonder.. why?? How'd you come to this conclusion? Are you uh.. having issues?" you questioned, quickly yet pointedly glancing downwards. 

     He chuckled, and then that chuckle turned into full-blown laughter as he pulled you flush against his chest in a warm embrace. Was having trouble getting it up that funny??

     "You're a real hoot, you know that?" he snickered between words, "I'm just fuckin with ya, I don't wanna be celibate!" 

     "Y-you don't?" 

     "Of course not! Why would I ever wanna be celibate with a hot piece o' you walkin around?" he slapped your ass, kneading at the impact point and making you shiver. "And I don't have trouble getting it up, thank you very much. The Stan o' War is as strong as it's ever been. I just wanted to see how long it'd take for you to crack."

      You giggled and got up off of him, rolling your eyes. "You're a real piece of work."

      "Where are ya goin'? Don't wanna take a ride after practically beggin so nicely for me?"

      "I think I'm alright for tonight, Stanley. I think I'm gonna take a nice walk though, I'll be back soon."

      "Are you sure? It's getting real dark out there, do you want me to come with?" 

      "Nah it's okay. I have my cell phone with me, I'll call you if I get swiped up by that Pterodactyl or kidnapped by gnomes or something," you said, purely to spook Stanley as you practically skipped your way out of the house. You could hear Stanley's complaints through the door. Something along the lines of "That's not funny!" and "Those gnomes are vicious beasts!" You didn't pay him too much mind though. In all honesty, the only reason you left was to enact a sort of payback for him depriving you of touch for all these days. You felt how hard he was starting to get underneath you, and he would've followed you to any other room to make you cave in. No, you couldn't have that.

      You decided to walk into town. Most establishments were closed around this time, but this was a walk after all. There wasn't really any specific destination in mind. 

      You considered heading back home after a while of walking rows of closed shops, when you spotted a place further down the block and brightly lit. That place wasn't there before, was it..? You think you'd recognize rose colored lights... and as you walked closer, you would definitely have recognize a place called "Simple Pleasures". An adult store in a small town like this? It'd probably make some of the older folks in this place faint at the mere sight of it. It looked like a decent enough place though, with a red and pink awning and delicate white accents and letters. There were posters advertising lingerie discounts and local club events. Curiosity got the hold of you as you pushed your way in through the glass double doors.

      Immediately, you were greeted with the sweet smell of a familiar flowery incense, and the walls upon walls full of product around the place. Dildos, strokers, ropes, clamps, lingerie, you name it. You were completely entranced by everything, and as you went to finally touch something, you heard a voice pipe pu form directly behind you.

      "Good evening! Was there anything I could help you find on this fine night?" they asked, startling you in the process. You turned around to see a very tall woman, possibly around her 40's or so, and clad in a soft-looking red silk shirt and a black skirt. The black heels she wore served to further accentuate her height, and her face was framed by long curly hair and sleek glasses. Safe to say, she was extremely pretty, and it left you a blushing and stuttering mess. You head felt oddly cloudy upon seeing her...

       She giggled at your attempts, shaking her head sympathetically. "It's okay, this happens to everyone the first time they come in. Just slow down and breathe," she instructed, guiding you into calmer breathing. You felt your head start to clear, and you were finally able to think.

       "S-sorry, I... That was so rude, I don't know what came over me..." You shook your head to fully get yourself together. "I was just kinda browsing for the moment I guess. I've never seen this shop here before." 

       "People do say our store looks a lot different at night than it does in the morning, hahah. Maybe I could help find what you really need, it is my job after all." She smiled and you nodded, grinning back. You didn't even come in with the intention of buying anything, but the powers of suggestion that she held was greater than your initial wants. She leaned further down, so close that she was face to face with you, and stared into your eyes with her extremely pretty green irises. "Just relax. This'll take just a few seconds..." she instructed, and you felt a wave of emptiness overtake your mind. And then just as she said, it was over in just a few seconds, and you gasped for a breath that you didn't even know that you were holding.

       "Oh my god..? What was that?" You patted yourself down and checked your pulse, just generally making sure that you were okay. 

       "Just had to have a looksie," she stated as she stood up straight, looking a lot more excited than before. "I have just the thing for you. And your boyfriend, too." And before you could question it, she tugged you in the direction of the lingerie.

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       "Have a good night! And make sure to have fun!" She called out to you as you bid her farewell. That was... interesting. You never got to question her on what happened, or what she was, but you had the common sense to gather that she was a mind reader of some sort. She kept mentioning something about you needing to get 'revenge' as she showed you a special stroker she recommended, something she had tucked away behind the counter. If you were being honest, you wholeheartedly agree. You do need to get revenge on Stanley for building you up like this for so long. It probably wouldn't have been a big deal if it were just one afternoon, but four??? Yeah, he had to pay... 

       You snuck through the door, making sure to close it quietly and keep your bags from rustling. He wasn't in his recliner where you'd left him. That meant he could be anywhere in the house. You just prayed that he wasn't asleep. Sitting your bags down in the living room, you crept around, making your way into the kitchen and peeking out the window. Sometimes he liked to sit on the couch on the back porch on late night like these. And as you peeked out of the window, you could see the back of his head. Perfect. You crept a little more quickly back into the living room to grab your bags and make your way upstairs to the bedroom you shared.

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      "Stanleyyy," you called out, startling the man out of his thoughts. He didn't realize you had already come home, and he was actually so happy to hear your voice again. He thought that maybe you were mad at him now for pulling that little prank on you. And when he came in and saw you looking all apologetic, he couldn't help but feel even worse for a moment.

      "Oh, there you are!" you ran to him and gave him a big hug, wrapping your arms around his torso and snuggling into him. "I'm sorry I just kinda left like that. I'm not upset with you, okay? I just really needed time to think..." You looked up at him your big ol' eyes, and he softened up a bit at the sight of them. 

      "I should be the one apologizing. I didn't really think about how this prank would make you feel in the long run. I could never be upset with you like that, not to the point of punishing you like that.."

      He hugged you back, and it made you reconsider your plans for revenge for just a moment... and only for a moment. Sorry, Stanley, but you can't get off that easy.

      "I got you something while I was out~. I managed to catch a shop while they were still open."

      "Oh?" He tilted his head, grinning. He was genuinely pleasantly surprised. "What didja get?"

      "It's upstairs." You slipped yourself out of his grasp and held on of his hands in yours, leading him upstairs. And when the two of you were safely up the last step, you instructed him to close his eyes until you said to open them. "And no peeking," you scolded, raising your eyebrow at him when you saw him peeking. "Alright, alright. I won't peek anymore. I can't help it, I'm just really excited to see what you got for me."

       "Mmmhm. If you peek again, I'll take it right back," you giggled. Of course you didn't mean it. If anything, you'd just use it another time. But true to his word, Stanley didn't peek the rest of the way to the bedroom. Not even when you sat him down in the office chair that normally occupied the underside of the desk. And not even when you very audibly handcuffed him to said office chair.

       "I sense I've made a mistake here..." he said, grinning dopily. 

       "Oh, for sure. You can open your eyes now," you instructed, and he listened. Blessed with the beautiful sight of you in very lacy lingerie and sitting across from him on the edge of the bed. He blushed immediately, looking you up and down as he whistled.

       "Damn, where'd you get an outfit like that?" He looked up to meet your cheerful gaze.

       "I got it at Nunyabusiness. Real nice place."

       He rolled his eyes. Of course it would be like you to gatekeep this place from him. "Well can you at least tell me why you have me handcuffed? With an outfit like that, you know I need to have my hands on ya."

       You snickered/scoffed at him. "Oh /now/ you wanna have your hands on me? After all this time?"

       "Hey, I thought you said you weren't upset!"

       "And I'm not! But, you had me thinking." You stood from your place at the edge of the bed, making your way over to him slowly. You stopped behind him where his eyes couldn't follow, and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "Maybe I should just take what I want... After all, you left me hanging for four days just to tease me. You didn't think you'd just get away with that, did you?

       You could already see the erection growing in his pants as you ran your hands down his chest. He was still wearing his normal white beater, topped with the gold chain. You could feel his pulse racing as you moved your hands further down, then pulling them back up again. Stanley had never seen this side of you before, and he wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. But the way that your plump lips laid claim to his neck felt like a blessing. Maybe it's a good thing he drove you to the breaking point... You took your sweet time kissing and marking up the sensitive skin of Stan's neck, watching him shift underneath you as you kept your hands moving on his chest. Carefully, you moved one of your hands under the neckline of his beater, feeling the soft hair that lay beneath. And, just as carefully, you moved your hands to play with one of his nipples. He shuddered, closing his eyes as you worked on him. 

       Just as he was really starting to get into it, the feeling stopped. You removed both your hands and your lips from his body, and it left him feeling cold. Not like it mattered to you of course, a few seconds wouldn't kill him. You walked around him, stopping in front of him and leaning down. Maybe it was the lingerie, or maybe it was the sole fact that you were in control for once, but it was totally exhilarating. You were starting to feel a bit hot further down as well, but you couldn't give in now, you've hardly started.

       You licked your lips, running your hands down his body once more. But this time, you didn't stop at just his chest. Stanley watched in silence as you hands slipped down his stomach, and down his thighs, bypassing where he wanted your hands to be at the most. He bit his lip almost painfully as you giggled at him. 

       "You look like you want something, hun. Are you gonna let me in on this little secret?"

        He was basically panting at this point, and you hadn't even done much to him. At this rate, he might cum in his underwear before you get the chance to do anything substantial. But he could hardly bring the words up to come out of his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, taking your hands off of him, and he suddenly found his voice in desperation.

        "W-wait no, don't-.. Please.. Keep touching me... Don't stop.."

        "If you don't want me to stop, then I'm gonna need for you to speak up when I ask you a question."

        "Yes, yes o-of course."

        "Good.." You put your hands back on his thighs, very close to where he wants them, but you keep still. "Now, I'm gonna ask in more certain terms: What do you want?"

Despite everything, he still hesitated for just a moment. Maybe this was how you felt when he asked you to beg for something. It's a little embarrassing. He'll have to remember to take it easier on you next time. You were about to pull your hands away from him again when he finally spoke up. 

         "I-I want you t-... to touch my... cock.." he said, whispering the last part. No, this wouldn't do. You kept your hands in place, leaning forward a bit more. 

          "What was that..? I couldn't hear you very well, you really shouldn't whisper."

          "I-I said I want you to touch my cock," he stated, a lot more stern. You were thinking about punishing him more for how he said it, but decided that it's fine. At least he said it at all, and you were content with that. 

          "Ahh. Why didn't you just say so, silly? Of course, I'll touch your cock for you. Not like you can do it yourself." You smiled at him so innocently, and he melted under your touch as you finally put on of your hands to rest on his clothed erection. He bucked his hips a bit to try and get some friction, but you used your other hand to hold his hip down. 

          "Nuh uh, Stanley~. You only said to touch. I'm touching, aren't I? If you want me to do something else, you know what to do..."

          He felt his face get hotter as he realized that this begging wouldn't just be a one-off thing. He had to admit, he was definitely proud of you. But he could revel in being proud later, his cock was so hard it was starting to get painful.

          "Pleaasee," he keened, squeezing his eyes shut. "U-undo my belt and my pants.. I need you to-, please... Stroke my cock..."

          Satisfied, you used the hand holding his hip to pet his hair instead. You could see him relax and tilt his head into your hand, loving the praise. "Good boy, Stanley... Of course I'll stroke your cock for you." And as promised, you started to undo his belt. You were careful in unzipping his pants, and with a little help from Stan, you managed to pull his pants and underwear down just enough to let his dick spring free. And what a delicious sight it was. With the way that he was looking, hair ruffled, eyes pleading, cheeks flushed, and lips bite stricken, it was taking everything in you not to jump on him right now and ride him until daybreak. 

          You decided to give him a bit of a break and not have him ask for his own lube as well, opting to just get that automatically. Stanley's heart left in his chest with the thought of you possibly leaving him like this alone, but he'd relaxed when he realized you were just getting lube. His eyes fell to your body, taking in your form within that sweet lingerie.

         "You look beautiful.." he noted, and you can tell in his voice that he meant it. You grabbed the lube from his nightstand and turned back to face him. 

         "Thank you. You look beautiful too, Stanley~." You walked back behind him and leaned over his shoulder, kissing his temple. "Just be good for me. Okay? Tell me when you're gonna cum.." you requested, proceeding with pouring the lube onto the head. He didn't mind the cold that much. In fact, if felt somewhat good in contrast to the heat pooling down below. And then when you actually started to touch him, he hissed in pure bliss. Your hands felt fantastic against the throbbing mess that he was, and his eyes rolled back as your grasp steadied. 

          "I-I'll be good, I promise. Please.." 

          He didn't even have to beg. Not because he'd already asked, but because you would've done it anyways. You wanted this is much as he did, and you made sure he knew full well of this by twisting and tightening your grip along the tip. This had Stanley gasping, groaning and curling his toes. He even cursed a little, which made you laugh a little and move your hand faster.

           It didn't take long for Stanley to crack, grasping at the chair's arms as he let you know that he was going to cum. To your delight and his dismay, you took your hand off of him completely, causing him to whine involuntarily. "No, no! Shit- why'd you stop..?" 

          "Well, it's kinda obvious, isn't it? I'm gonna edge you for every day you left me waiting for your touch. I think it's only fair.."

          You saw a bit of fear flash in his eyes from that, and it made you feel... icky. You had to give him an out or else this wouldn't work.

          "Of course, we can always stop if you want. What's our safe word?"

          "O-orange, to slow down. Red to stop.."

          "Good Boy, Stanley.. What's your color?"

          "...Green..."

          You huffed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he still wanted this, you were starting to feel bad for torturing him... Getting back to where you were, you wrapped your hand around his cock and started off slow again. He opted to lean his head back against you with his eyes closed, and you took that to mean that he felt more comfortable with everything you were doing. Once more, you sped up, kissing his forehead as he let out a stifled moan.

          "Let me hear your voice, Stanley~. The only thing you should be holding back is your cum." 

           He was reluctant, but eventually released his bottom lip from the grasp of his teeth and groaned a little louder than you expected of him. You'd be lying if you said it didn't startle you for a second, but it just served to turn you on more. A particularly good twist of your wrist had him reeling again, straining to keep still as he panted heavily. "I-I'm gonna- I- Please-..!" but before he could finish, your hands were off of him again. 

           You expected him to curse at you, or to complain at the very least, but he was uncharacteristically quiet... You could feel his body trembling underneath you, and you couldn't help but wondering if he was... crying? You grabbed his hair from the front and pulled his head back to reveal that, yes, he was in utter tears at your torment. Never in your life had you seen Stan shed so many tears, it absolutely scared you to think that maybe you'd hurt him or gone too far. His face tore at your heartstrings and you couldn't help but ask again, just to make sure: "What's your color?"

           He took a moment to respond, trying to calm himself first in order to be able to speak. "Still... Still green. I can take it, just keep going..."

           You were hesitant, but intrigued at the same time. Was it bad that you found Stan's crying face to be.. hot? You walked to the front of him again to look at him fully. He was an absolute mess, more than he was before. The tears streaming down his red face was a sight to behold, and you could probably get off on that alone. Maybe you could cut it down to one more edging, just so you could use the toy you bought for him before you finally fuck him and let him cum inside of you. Yeah, that should work. He's probably gonna throttle you later just for torturing him so harshly, but he'll forgive you later. 

          "Close your eyes. I have surprise for you," you instructed, smiling innocently. Stanley listened instantly, having no plans to peek or anything, Whatever this surprise was, he didn't want to risk missing out on it because of something dumb like 'curiosity'. He sat for what felt like an entire half hour (but was only a minute or so in reality), before he finally felt a bit of cold pressure at the tip of his dick. He was finally considering peeking, when his cock was completely enveloped in this strange, cold, spongey material. Practically all of the air left his lungs as he tried to gather what this thing was that was stroking him so quickly. "You can open your eyes now."

          He did, reveling in the sight of a stroker in your hand, pumping him with a comfortable quickness that left no room for talking. Instead, whines and curses spilt from his lips as he tried to keep from cumming. He wanted to be good for you. He owed you that after he made you so lonely for four days in a row. He deserved this, just as much as you deserved to watch him drool and cry and writhe against his base urges. He didn't even have to say that he was close this time for you to stop stroking him, and the tears streamed down his face steadily. This was evil and you knew it. But luckily he wouldn't have to wait for long. 

         You went to pull the stroker off of him, but suddenly it just... wouldn't? You pulled gently as not to hurt Stan, but it physically wouldn't come off. You could hear him grunt, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "Damn, it's tight..." he moaned, but that just left you more confused. Trying your best to be gentle, you tried to pull it off of him again, but Stanley whined again that it was getting tight and "strangely warm." 

         "Uh.. Stan???" you started. You didn't want to alarm him, but this thing really didn't want to come off. It was like it was simply refusing to do so. Stan lifted his head to look up at you with confused yet glassy eyes, wondering what was going on and silently hoping that you could continue soon. He was ready to blow, but only when you said it was okay. But when he looked at you, he could tell something was up.

         "What's wrong.."

         "I don't wanna scare you but, it won't come off..."

         "What do you mean it won't come off?

         You tried to pull at it again, and he hissed when it got to the tip again. "It's getting tighter, isn't it?"

         "Yeah??"

         "It's not supposed to do that..."

         "T-try again. Don't hurt me, but pull a little harder," he suggested, feeling his heart drop a little. Despite the small pit of fear he felt in his chest, he was still feeling pretty good. As per his request, you tried not to hurt him by putting your free hand around the base of his dick, then using your other hand to pull the stroker a little harder. You thought you felt a bit of leeway, continuing your pull. And to your dismay, the shell of the stroker came off instead. You hadn't noticed as fast as Stan had, but he tensed up and yelled in horror, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!" 

          You hurriedly took a look, gasping at the sight before you. This wasn't some ordinary stroker. This was some kind of... soft, flesh shaded cylinder with eyes. It didn't look too happy with you either, hissing and tightening painfully around Stanley's cock. All you felt was panic as you ran to get the box on the other side of the room to read it. It looked like a normal toy on the front of the box, so you tried to read the box. It was written in large print: "100% Guaranteed to Make You Cum!!! Won't stop until you do!" And written in smaller print towards the bottom of the box, it read: "Literally won't be satisfied until you cum inside! If in the event that you can't ejaculate, consider asking this toy nicely for forgiveness and apologize profusely. If that doesn't work, good luck!"

          You smacked your face with your hand at the absolute stupidity of this entire thing. Why did you even get this in the first place..? Quickly, you turned to Stan, looking totally apologetic when you saw him still struggling against this thing. 'Stan, the only way to get this thing off of you is to uh.. either apologize or cum in it, I guess?"

          "I-I don't wanna cum in- whatever this thing is!" he protested. The creature didn't seem to like the sound of that though, because it started to undulate and twist it's body to stimulate him further. He tensed up further, torn between wanting to get this thing off of him and feeling too good to care. The confusion caused him to tear up again, and you went by his side to comfort him. He tried to apologize to it, telling it that he didn't want to cum anymore, but that just made the creature work even harder to make it happen anyways. God, you felt terrible. Your boyfriend was being violated by some horrible creature and it was all your fault. 

          "Hey, hey.. I'm here. I'm sorry I got you into this mess, but I'm gonna help you through it okay..?" You held his hand and he squeezed back, nodding and trusting you completely. You turned his head to face you, and you kissed him gently. "Just focus on me... It's okay.." you continued to kiss him, hoping this would help to some degree. He kissed you back, moaning into your mouth as he'd gotten close again. This was helping to some extent to take his mind off of the literal fleshlight fucking itself on him, but it was still in the back of his mind. It wasn't long until he was back to panting and groaning, finally gripping your hand as his orgasm violently wracked through his body. Grateful tears ran down his face as his cum filled the creature, and it squeezed him dry before finally releasing him and slinking off to go find it's shell. You gave Stan a moment to come down from his high so you could uncuff him and apologize properly. 

          "Stan I... god, you probably hate me now... I'm so sorry, I didn't know that that was some... fleshlight demo-!" 

           Before you could finish, Stan pulled you into a deep kiss, one you had grown to miss these past four days. This was the Stan you missed. He eventually let you breathe, chuckling. "Look, I dunno what that thing was, but... I didn't entirely hate it..? And I certainly could never hate you.." He placed one more peck on your cheek, and you felt like you could cry. How could he be so forgiving..? He stood, slowly since his legs felt like jelly, and he pulled his pants back up. "I think I'm out of commission for the rest of the night, but... you didn't get to cum."

           "Wha- me? I-I don't, I mean-" you tried to protest, thinking that you didn't deserve anything from him after what you'd done, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He laid you down on the bed with such a swiftness that you didn't realize what was happening until you were already laying on the plush comforter.

 "You did so much to punish me for touch depriving you. What kind of jerk would I be if I did it again? Plus, look at this outfit you got just for me... We can't let this go to waste." 

        He spread your legs open wide, licking his lips at the sight of your cunt underneath lacy fabric. Without even removing it first, he licked a hot wet stripe up the fabric, earning a soft gasp from you. But he didn't like the taste of fabric, he realized, and he opted to pull them to the side instead before he continued. 

        You grasped at his hair as he went all in, licking at your folds and sucking on your clit like a man dehydrated in the desert. And when he pushed a finger inside, then two, you used one of your hands to grab at his forearm in desperation. The vulgar squelch of slick skin on skin was heavenly, and it wasn't long before you were sent over the edge. You squirted so hard that you thought you'd pass out, and Stanley lapped it all up.

       It took a minute or two for you to come down from your post-nut stupor, finally looking up at Stanley. He was rubbing soothing circles into your tummy, just watching you.

       You didn't really know what to say. Everything turned out alright in the end, but it was still so strange. 

       "So uh... what are we gonna do about that fleshlight creature..?"

       "You can kill that thing with fire for all I care," he shrugged, not really worried about it. "The only thing on my mind is us. Let's go take a bath. We'll figure it out later.."

I've been getting a few problematic interactions so I'm gonna tap the sign again:

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Hehe this is a *reblog*

So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭

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hiii

ive never written an intro post b4, so please be paitent.

im ***** but you can call me dainty/daint. im a saphic (?) 18 yr old trans girl

minors please do not interact, u will be blocked immediately.

this page is just a side for my horny postings, feel free to send anything in my asks ;)

ill probably not be posting any pictures, because im pre-transition medically (hoping to start asap) as well as just not the easiest on the eyes, i am on the bigger side but if i like you i’ll send pics/personal accounts if you ask nicely 🩶

switch, into some dark shit but half the time i just want attention

likes, including but not limited to;

sis x sis

CRYING

humping

Cnc

very light petplay

blood

spit

sweat

oral

impact play

zombie/undead stuffs

praise/degradation

eh?;

“tgirl worship”/fem chasers

vomit

names like “mommy”

sexual cutting

hard no;

mom x daughter

“____breaking”

detrans

ab/dl

feet

diapers

virgin, honestly very confused about my sexuality

obvious disclaimer thst this is all fictional, incest and rape are BAD! but apparently this needs to be said ig

me n re6 leon btw

for the sake of my blog

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some info about the account(ill be updating it later maybe):

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Give us some Jay audio please omggggg

Jay x male reader

Smut audio and as always wear headphones

As a hybe trainee you work hard and try your best to debut even pay the fee for all the services they give u and today it was raining cats and dogs outside and u forgot ur wallet home but ur dance instructor jay, told you there's another way to pay;by giving him a blowjob

Since then u never had to pay for anything