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Green Lanterns Might

Pairing: Guy Gardner x AFAB! reader

Warnings: B.O/musk kink, manhandling, ALOT of teasing , dirty talk but I mean like, Guy gets FILTHY, this is the same man who canonically called his imagination fertile, he's gonna say cringe. Full Nelson position, brief headlock, creampie, Afab! Reader but gender is not specified, 'fem' nicknames given (dolly, doll, sweetheart, babe), reader is a brat, reader has hair but texture/ length/style is unspecified, hair tugging, alot of sniffing, boob fondling, abit of cock worship, ball-sucking, M! receiving oral, fingering, mirror sex - kinda, squirting, surprisingly fluffy

I WILL BE WRITING GUY HAVING A PAINFULLY THICK BALTIMORE ACCENT BECAUSE I NEED EVERYONE TO UNDERSTAND AND KNOW THAT HE IS, INFACT, FROM BALTIMORE

This fic was originally a very self indulgent oc x Guy fic but I got embarrassed and turned it into an X reader.

Tried to edit this as much as I could but I'm bound to have missed stuff so please tell me and I'm sorry 😶‍🌫️

Guy burst through the door of your shared apartment, still buzzing with adrenaline from his intense training session. His gym clothes were drenched in sweat, a worn-out sleeveless hoodie, and some loose gym shorts as he stomped inside his apartment. Abandoning his duffle bag at the door. Kicking off his shoes clumsily behind him. He paused for a moment once the sound of his things cluttering to the floor turned to silence. Expecting to hear the sound of feet padding over to him, to feel a sweet kiss on his cheek, but there was nothing. His brows immediately knitted together, lips pressing into a pout.

He peered around with a thick brow raised, venturing further before he finally spotted you, too engrossed in your phone, just standing in the middle of the room. Ignoring his existence. Scoffing, without missing a beat, Guy charged over, suddenly yanking you backward as he pulled you into a headlock. Making you screamin surprise, dropping his phone(which fell to the floor without damage, thankfully) in the middle of the manhandling as you squirmed.

Guy snickered nasally as he squeezed lightly your face between his muscles. “Hey there, hot stuff!” Guy greeted with a wolfish grin.

“Miss me?” He wiggled his eyebrows. Guy’s heart raced and it wasn't just because of his adrenaline high.

When you gasped you were forced to breath in, making the sharp, salty scent of sweat fill your senses. Your face dangerously close to the thick curls of orange at Guy’s armpits. Your cheeks flushed your thighs pressed together. Inhaling another huff of the man’s sweaty musk. A heady scent that reeked of masculinity and potent testosterone.

You immediately whined as you tugged on Guy’s arms. “Don’t scare me like that-!”

Your reaction only just made Guy laugh, a deep rumbling sound in his chest, as he tightened his hold slightly. Not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel the sheer power and strength in his muscular arms.

“Aww, did I scare my little dolly?” He teased, his voice a low, mocking drawl.

Guy leaned in closer, his nose brushing against your hair as he inhaled deeply, picking up on the scent of your shampoo mingling with his own musky aroma. Just from that whine alone, he knew you were getting worked up; it made his ego swell. His chest subconsciously puffed out like a bird.

“C’mon, dolly, don’t tell me you weren’t missin’ this.”

He suddenly pulled you into his armpit. A big smug grin on his face that made his crooked nose scrunch. One arm wrapped around the back of your head whilst the other gripped the back of his neck to keep him from squirming away.

“You smell dat, babe? Dat’s da scent of a real man.”

You let out a sound that was a mix between a scoff and a squeal. Trying to act like you weren't absolutely melting against Guy’s side, your hands twitched as they clenched and grasped at the ginger's hoodie. Your leg stomped petulantly. You could feel the course hair of Guy’s pubes tickling at your skin, the warm damp of sweat that was most definitely going to leave a shine on your nose; which was buried in the jungle of curls. Your eyes fluttered with every shaky breath as you tried to complain.

“Guy-!” you let out another whine. “Stoop-“ you weakly tried to pull your face away. “You stink!”

Guy just chuckled again. Your brattiness really was amusing. It only spurred on Guy’s desire to tease you more. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your neck, feeling the smooth skin beneath his calloused touch. Holding you firmly in place, not allowing you to pull away. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it lightly as he rubbed your face further into the sweat-damp curls of his armpit.

“I stink? Yeah, dat's what happens when ya out, trainin' hard.” Guy dismissively spoke, sniffing as he shrugged his shoulder like it was all no big deal that he spent hours dedicated to always keeping him and his rookies up to shape.

He finally released you but kept a hand on the back of his neck. “But yer right, I should shower-“

That made You tense. Immediately your hands were clutching at Guy tighter to keep him from leaving your side. Sucking in greedy breaths of air, keeping yourself nuzzled into his armpit. Peering up at him through low lashes as you panted softly. Too embarrassed to verbally protest but you kept tugging Guy impossibly closer to you. Silently demanding he didn’t shower.

He immediately looked down, meeting your gaze as you peered up at him with those pretty eyes. The sight of you like this, taking in his scent like it was some kind of aphrodisiac. His cock chubbed, eager and fat in his shorts as his ears went bright red, threatening to spread to his cheeks. He really couldn’t believe that someone was this into him- sure, he was a hot guy(he believed he was, but others seemed to disagree), but he wasn’t blind to the truth. He knew he was a selective choice for people; he’s had partners that have loved him, but you? You adored every single bit. Especially the parts so many have tried to fix, you embraced them. Cherished him. It made his head spin and his heart race.

Guy’s other hand slid down to the small of your back, pulling your hips flush together. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, could feel every curve and dip of your form pressed up against his. Already beginning to walk backwards towards the bedroom.

“But I stink; ya were whinin’ 'bout it a second ago; gotta clean up somehow.” He teased, eyes full of knowing and a grin permanent on his face. “So, you gonna clean me up then, huh?”

The two of you barely made it to the bedroom before you sank down to your knees, your hands dragged down the fabric of Guy’s gym shorts making

Guy stumbles back, his lower back pressing against the footboard of the bed. Biting your lip, a soft groan escaped you as he saw the big man was wearing a jockstrap; diving your face forward, nuzzling against the prominent bulge, feeling the damp spot of pre on the fabric against your cheek.

“You’re so mean to me.” you falsely complained, huffing as you pulled Guy’s jockstrap down his toned legs, marveling at the way his ass bounced when the strap got caught on the globe. Letting the man’s cock rest on your face. The heavyweight, from his girth, draped from your nose to your forehead. Your tongue happily made wet trails along the underside of the man's cock, feeling each vein that twitched against your wet muscle. Your tongue was just able to brush against the balls that were pressed to your chin.

Guy let out a low groan, his head falling back as he felt Your tongue dragging along his thick shaft. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly as he fought the urge to thrust his hips forward.

He could feel the heat of your breath on his sensitive skin. It made his cock throb, leaking pre all over your face. He looked down, taking in the sight of his thick cock resting heavy on the your features. The sight of his balls, big and hairy, pressed against your chin. It was enough to make a strained whimper crack from his throat.

“Baby-“ he shook his head. His hips bucked as he felt another lick to his shaft.

“I’m mean to ya?” Guy growled, his voice rough with lust. Clearing his throat as he tried to ignore the whiney little sounds desperately trying to escape him.

“From up here, looks like ya dig it when I'm bein' all mean to ya.” He punctuated his words by thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his cock against your face, smearing pre all over your forehead and into your hairline.

“pretty privilege.” You state before dragging your tongue up and down Guy’s cock, tasting the salt of sweat on the skin.

He almost laughed but was cut off by his own whiney groans. Pretty privilege, huh? His chest grew warm at the teasing compliment. Wasn’t often a guy like him was considered pretty.

Your hand reached up as he pulled back the extra skin at the top, exposing the glossy red head of Guy’s leaky dick. Leaning back so you could pump his shaft. Guy's grip on your hair tightened as he felt the wet heat of your mouth enveloping his heavy balls. you sucked on one, tongue darting out to give the other some attention.

His head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as jolts of pleasure shot up his spine. His cock throbbed In your hand, the head an angry red almost purple and leaking steadily onto the your cheek. Guy’s chest heaved with each ragged breath he took, his muscles flexing and rippling beneath the skin. He was lost in the sensation, drowning in the feeling of your eager mouth. Your soft hand. The feeling of being desired without an ounce of shame or hesitation.

Guy’s other hand came up to grip the footboard of the bed, knuckles turning white as he held on for dear. His face flushed and eyes dark with lust as he stared down at the erotica sight before him. He was already so close, and you had barely even started.

'So embarrassing- c'mon Gardner ya can't be jizzing on a pretty face like a god damn virgin!'

This little tease was going to be the death of him. He licked his lips, his voice a low, husky growl. “Fuck, baby… you keep suckin’ on my balls like that, I’m gonna paint ya face white.”

That made you pull back, releasing Guy’s ball with a wet pop. Licking your own lips as you tried to soften your breaths. “and let it go to waste?” you teased back, finally guiding the man’s cock to your mouth. Feeling your lips stretch around its chub. Groaning, staring up at Guy as you bobbed your head.

Guy let out a low groan, his head falling back as he felt your lips wrap around his throbbing cock. The way the wet heat embraced his dick so perfectly, the way your tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his dick. It made his hips buck forward, pushing more of his length into your eager mouth.

Taking In the sight of your stretched lips wrapped around his thick shaft. The way your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked, the way you gazed up at Guy with those big, innocent eyes. When you were everything but. Those eyes could make you get away with anything, a bat of your lashes, and Guy would serve you the world if you asked. It was enough to make Guy’s balls tighten, his orgasm approaching faster and faster.

Guy’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he began to thrust his hips forward. He set a steady rhythm, fucking into the wet cavern. His balls swinging and knocking into your chin. The bubble of spit and drool building up at the corner of your lips. He could feel your throat constricting around the fat head, groaning with each swallow around it. It was too much, too intense to be wanted this happily. But Guy didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. Refused to.

He was too far gone, too lost in the sensation of your perfect mouth. He was digging his calloused fingers into every piece of loving you gave, and he would take it greedily. He wasn't going to ruin another relationship with walls drawn up.

Guy’s breath came out in short, sharp gasps. His muscles tensed, tummy flexing as he chased his release. He was close, so fucking close. Just a little more and he would-

"Oh SHIT-!"

With a loud, guttural moan, Guy’s cock pulsed and throbbed as he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your throat, filling your mouth and coating his tonsils. Guy’s hips jerked and spasmed, riding out the waves of his orgasm.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Guy pulled out of your mouth. Prying himself away reluctantly as he heard the heavy breathes through your nose clearly now. His softening cock slipped from between your lips, a strand of cum and spit connecting the tip to your glossy bottom lip. A big, happy grin spread across his face.

“C’mere doll-“ he was immediately reaching out and helping you up, pulling you flush against him. “Treatin' me so good.” He nipped at your cheek before tugging at your clothes. Eagerly stripping you down to bare skin, letting his hands wander, pinch, and grope as soon as any new part of you was shown. You Let out a giggle, wrapping his arms around Guy’s neck as he was pawed at. Kissing along the man’s cheek as he leaned into him.

“But I ain’t lettin' ya be the winner-“ Suddenly, you were hoisted up. Squealing as the ginger suddenly ran around to the side of the bed, practically throwing you both onto the bed with Guy holding you tight, falling into Guy’s lap like it was some sort of wrestling match.

“GUY-!” you shook your head, catching your reflection in the mirror.(A tall one with a simple frame. Propped up at the wall, pointed at the side of the bed.)

Guy just grinned wickedly at your surprised squeal, holding you tight in his lap. At some point chucked off his hoodie so He could feel your naked body pressed against his own, soft curves melding with his hard muscles. It made his spent cock twitch and start to harden again, nestling up against Your ass cheeks.

Guy’s hands roamed over your bare skin, squeezing and groping every inch that he could reach. He palmed your tits, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers until you arched into his touch with a whimper. Guy’s mouth watered at the sight of your reflection in the mirror, flushed and panting, tits bouncing slightly with each movement.

He leaned In, breath hot against your ear as he growled, “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, doll. Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good.” He eased Your legs opened wider, presenting him to the mirror, and let out another groan. “Oh baby…look how wet you are, all dat from a bit of sniffin' and suckin'?” His arm reached around, cupping your face as he stared at you through the reflection. “You really like me, don’tcha?”

"shut up-" you flushed deeper, squirming in his lap as you pressed your back into his broad chest. Slapping at the meat of his thick thigh in protest. Panting softly with the gloss of his cum still on your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you grasped his hand, nails scratching slightly at Guy's knuckles.

Guy just smirked wider at your flustered protests, not put off in the slightest by your feeble attempts to push him away. If anything, your squirming and blushing only spurred him on more. Looking so gorgeous all flustered and needy.

"Slapping me? Can't have ya fighting me, sweetheart," Guy shook his head, his voice a low rumble in his chest that you could feel vibrating against your back. His hand on your cheek tightened slightly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he tilted your head to the side, forcing you to hold eye contact with your reflection.

"I'm just tellin' ya the truth, you're wetter than a slip and slide." he teased, his other hand drifting down from your tits to your dripping slit. He ran a finger through your folds, purposefully curling his feelings to hear it squelch.

He teased your hole, slowly prodding it with his calloused finger before finally pushing it in. Sinking a finger into your weeping slit as he let out a growl. His eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction with a hungry intensity. Relishing in the ease as he added a second finger, pumping into you. In and out. "Drowning my fingers here, baby."

"don't be-" your words were cut off by your own moan as your hips bucked. Letting out a shaky breath as his fingers moved. "Don't be disgusting-"

you pawed at his hairy arm, nails dragging along as your shifting only made your ass wiggle against Guy's leaky cock. Landing another sharp smack to his thigh.

Guy just chuckled darkly at your breathless protest, the sound rumbling through his broad chest. His fingers never stopping their relentless pumping, plunging in and out of your soaked, clenching heat.

"Disgusting? Nah, just honest," Guy growled, his voice rough with lust. "Can't deny how fuckin' soaked you are, makin' puddles down 'ere."

He punctuated his words by curling his fingers just right, rubbing against that sensitive spot deep inside you. His thumb flicked over your clit, making your hips jerk and your pussy clench around the invading digits. His hips continuing to rut, smearing gloves of pre over your ass cheeks, groaning as it slipped between your cheeks. Catching on the rim.

"Fuck, look at ya," Guy rasped, his eyes dark with desire as he watched your reflection. "So fuckin' sexy, wigglin' against my cock, betcha you'd just let me do anythin' to this sloppy little hole of yours."

Making you moan in response with a sharp thrust of his fingers, pushing them as deep as they could go. Grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. "But I can't do it if ya keep fightin' me, slap me again and I'll restrain ya."

It was obvious bait. You were being tempted. Dared to. Challenged. It made your stomach coil. Biting down on your bottom lip, tasting the musky salt of his cock on the skin. You took it like a fish spotting a worm on a hook. Slapping his thigh again with a squeaky moans as your legs twitched and tried to snap shut but his hand was blocking the way.

Guy smirked wickedly at your squeaky moan, your legs twitching and trying to close around his hand. He took the challenge. He warned you and you immediately forced his hand.

"Uh uh uh, none of that now," Guy tutted, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. In a flash, he hooked his burly arms under your calves, lifting your legs and pressing them back towards your shoulders. The new position left you completely exposed and at his mercy.

"Guy!" you yelped, instinctively trying to grasp at him to get some balance. Opting to grip the bedsheets instead.

"I mean, you were practically beggin' for this, doll, so don't start whinin'-" he growled, his hands sliding up your thighs, over your knees, until they reached your head. Guy cradled your skull between his large, calloused hands, keeping it steady as he lined himself up. He had to adjust his hips causing his cock to spring from your ass, slapping against your folds.

"FUCK!" you screamed, your back arching as much as it could in your current position as his hips thrusted up. The sudden intrusion stretching you out, filling you up so completely. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his thick cock, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

"That's it, take it," Guy huffed, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. Squeezin' my cock like a vice." starting to roll his hips, fucking into you with deep, purposeful thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as he took you hard and fast, just the way you needed.

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tight as he held your head still, forcing you to watch as he used your pussy. His heavy balls swung up with each deep thrust, smacking against your clit making you keen.

You felt like a doll in his grasp. Toes curling as your body jolted. Hands bunching the fabric so tight you were sure it would tear by the end of this. Eyes unable to focus; fluttering and rolling back causing your vision to blur. Your lips stick in a permanent 'O'.

"With the way you're soundin' , Bet you're making some real pretty faces." Guy teased, wishing he could see the mirror better so he could watch you but he was had to lean back to support your shared weight. Watching your back twitch and your muscles stretch as you tried to arch in his restrictive hold.

You doubt you looked pretty. You wouldn't even consider the faces you're pulling porn worthy. With the way your teeth kept tugging on your bottom lip everytime his balls slapped against your sex. The way your eyes were unable to stay still. But God- it felt too good to care.

"Ohh- ffffuck- Guy-" your words were broken between moans. Barely able to slur them out.

"Fuck yeah, dat's my name, baby. C'mon, say it louder," Guy growled, his voice dripping with lust and pride. "Whose fuckin' ya?"

"GUY!" you screamed out as he sent another pounding thrust into your velvety heat.

Guy grinned ferally at your scream, his eyes dark with lust and pride. "That's right, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. The room filled with the erotic symphony of your moans, the creaking of the bed, and the lewd squelching of his cock driving into your soaked pussy.

"Who fucks you this good, huh?" He could feel your velvety walls fluttering and clenching around him, trying desperately to draw him deeper. It only drove him to pound into you with even more fervor.

"Guy! Fuck, Guy!" you wailed, your voice breaking on a particularly hard thrust. Your toes curled so tightly they started to cramp, and your fingers twisted the sheets into a tangled mess. Drool leaked from the corner of your slack mouth as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Who gets you riled up just from being sweaty and manhandling your cute ass?"

"Guy-!"

"Yeah..yeah- fuck it's me, who do you love, sweetheart, admit it," Guy snarled, his breath coming in harsh pants. Ego swelling to new heights everytime you called out his name. His cheeks as red as his ears, heart pounding against his ribs in anticipation. Sweat dripped down his chest and back from exertion, making his skin glisten in the dim light. He could feel his heavy balls tightening, his release fast approaching.

"GUY- I LOVE GUY-!" You practically screeched, high pitched and voice cracking. Your tummy unbearably tight as your orgasm grew closer and closer.

Your face was so hot you were melting. Tears of pleasure building beneath your lashes as your legs twitched in his hold.

Guy let out a roar of triumph as you screamed out your love. A giddy loud moan spilling from his lips in a mix of disbelief and pure pleasure at your admission. "Fuck yeah, you love me, baby! You fuckin' love me!" he bellowed, slamming into you with wild abandon. The bed screamed beneath you two as if I warn It'll give out under the force of his thrusts.

He could feel your warm walls starting to quiver and clench around his pistoning cock, your body tensing as your climax approached. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on my cock. I wanna feel you fuckin' explode on my dick," Guy growled, his voice a low, lustful rumble.

His body was coated in a new sheen of sweat, and twice as rewarded than any training he did today. his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust. The room was filled with the erotic symphony of your moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and the creaking of the overtaxed bed.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna pump you full of my hot fuckin' spunk. Gonna cum so deep in ya you'll be tasting me-" Guy snarled, his eyes wild and fevered with lust as watched your body squirm ontop of him. His hips jerked erratically as he teetered on the brink.

Your whole body seized. Gasping sharply as your body was strung taut. A curse leaving you as with one final smack to your clit, your orgasm crashed over you. A rush of liquid shooting out, walls spasming around his cock as you squirted. The clear liquid spraying at the edges of where your sexes meet, misting the air and edge of the bed.

Guy let out a guttural moan as he felt your pussy clamp down on him like a vice, your release gushing out around his him. The sensation of your slick walls rippling and milking his shaft pushed him over the edge. "FUCK! Take it all, baby! Fuckin' take my load!" he roared.

With one last powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he started to cum. Thick, hot ropes of his seed erupted from the tip, painting your insides white. He grunted and shuddered through each spurt, filling you up just like he promised.

"Unngh, so fuckin' good... Love you so much, sweetheart," Guy panted, his hips giving shallow little thrusts as the last of his release dribbled out.

Pulling you down to lay ontop of him, grunting as his cock slipped out of your sloppy sex as he nuzzled against the side of your head. Finally able to see your reflection once more. Letting your legs hang on his arms, no longer in the air as he felt the you slump against his chest. The sight of his thick cum oozing out of your gaping, well-used hole made his spent cock twitch and jump

“Looks like I really gave this pussy a workout, huh?” he teased, kissing along the side of your head to your cheek. "Look at you, all stuffed with my cream." He gripped at your thigh, showing off your puffy hole to you in the mirror. "Got my own personal eclair."

His chest heaved as he caught his breath, a sheen of sweat and a dazed grin on his face. He looked down at you with a mix of satisfaction and adoration, taking in your wrecked and blissed-out expression. He let out a low, appreciative whistle as another glob of his seed dripped out of your puffy, stretched-out sex.

Bliss fades to exasperation as you groaned at his comparison. "Don't ruin it-" you whined as your back pressed to his sweaty chest.

Guy chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest pressed against your back. "Aww, whaddya mean ruin it, sweetheart? I'm just sayin' you look fuckin' sexy as hell with my load leakin' outta ya," he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. His hands roamed over your curves possessively, one sliding up to cup and squeeze your breast.

"Can't help myself 'round you, doll. You just do somethin' to me," Guy said, voice husky and low. He pressed a trail of kisses along your shoulder blade, teeth grazing at the skin. "Tell me you didn't like it. Tell me you didn't fuckin' love havin' me inside ya, fillin' ya up," he challenged, giving your earlobe a nip.

His other hand drifted down your belly, skimming through the mess between your thighs. Smearing it a long your well fucked hole. scooping up some of the cum that had leaked out and pushing it back inside your fluttering hole. He pumped two thick fingers in and out of your sensitive entrance, feeling it clench and squeeze around the invading digits.

“Gotta keep all my cream inside this sweet cunt, don’t we?” Guy purred, scissoring his fingers and rubbing against your inner walls. “Can’t let a single drop go to waste."

You melted, cooing at the sensitivity he felt in his poor sex. “Guy-“ you whined, still trying to come down from you shared orgasm. “I need to get cleaned up.”

Guy’s fingers stilled their movements as he heard the need in your voice. He pressed a lingering kiss to your neck before gently easing you off his lap and onto the bed. Guy stood up, his muscular frame on full display, completely naked and not a hint of shame. He scooped you up into his strong arms, cradling him against his broad chest.

As the steam began to fill the bathroom, Guy knelt down in front of you. "You do what ya need to, I'll be waitin' for your fine ass in the shower, Kay?"

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can take a little nap, yeah?” Guy said with a pleased huff, carrying you towards the bathroom. He set you down gently on the open toilet seat and turned on the shower, letting the water warm up.

Hi gang 🧍

So...yeah 💕 @gilverrwrites posts and their anons yapping about Guy Gardner Being sweaty and fucking in full Nelson, I took it upon myself to write for him. I am also posting this so I am forced to finish this.

Tackling writers block one bit of peer pressure at a time / HJ

Edit: fic is out. Link

Regency? Royal? Fancy au? Idk, time periods are unimportant. Big bear men are what's important here

Mentions of mild feederism + breeding kink. Perhaps implied dubious consent? Implied age gap too

i developed brainworms at work

Duke who has been hardened with war. Lost good men in a noble fight for his king. Gifted a title grander than his status as a commoner born for his fight. For his leadership. A payment for the blood staining his calloused palms and bruised knuckles.

Perhaps he's widowed. Maybe he's got daddy issues. His possiblity for flavour is endless

Gifted a bride too. 'What an honor it would be!' they cried, insisting to marry off their unsociable child. The youngest. Getting to an age where they are deemed undesirable and whispers rise as still no ring sits on their finger.

Was it an honor when he now has a bride who squeaks when their eyes meet? Swallowing hard like cornered prey but then, oh then he finds it. The fight. The way your words spit out, high pitched and pinned in your throat. Words of protest. Refusal to do something. Accusing him of purposefully trying to frighten you.

When he moves too forward, acting as a commoner not as a Duke, to his new bride. Scandalized when he undresses so dully Infront of you as you bathe. He asked no permission to enter. It was his home after all.

A bunny with sharp teeth. A precious doe with sharpened horns. How precious. He'd find a way to file down those pointy edges of yours to get to the soft tender flesh beneath.

He wanted to provide. To give. He was a husband and man, after all. He grew restless without battle and no amount of labour around his own manor soothed that ache to be useful. How could he honour such a darling thing like his little bride without anything to claim, to conquer? To show how good of a life he can give.

I think what really gets him is when a maid comes to his office. Requesting a fund to get his bride new clothes - he, of course, asks why and he has to bite back a groan as the maid explains his little bride has gained weight. Explained it's obvious. Your clothes sit too flush to your belly now. Things must be adjusted or completely changed.

He chubs immediately under his desk. Almost delirious as he imagined the extra pudge now on your form. How good he's looked after you - so good that you've gained weight? He can only imagine just how plump you'd get once he successfully breeds his bride.

Horny ramble for Logan..don't look at me

Just- let me sit in my corner of shame.

I want Logan to hold me down by pressing my stomach to the bed as he eats me out, calling me pup. I wanna be the lady to his tramp. The domestic dog to his feral wolf. |And I want my slick to be covering his face and in his facial hair. I want him to suck on the folds and gently nib around. Want him to make sure I don't shave beforehand coz he likes it natural.

I want Logan to hold me under my chest, my legs pressed over his thighs, spread and having to be held by the back of my thighs to keep them up in the air as he fucks me. Using me like a sex toy. I need him to rip my underwear from the band trim from the gusset, fabric moved to the side whilst he's clutching the ripped trim for security, to pull my hips closer as he fucks deep into me, already pushing atleast 3 loads of cums back in, using his other hand to smear his cum on my clit.

Need Logan's balls slapping against me as he puts me in a mating press and grunts and growls. Need him to rest his cock on my face and push my head to nuzzle against his balls and telling me to kiss them and say thank you as he smokes a cigar because without em I wouldn't get the rounds of cum he has. NEED HIM GOING "ATTA BOY" WHEN HE DOES!!!!!!!

Just....I need Logan

Rundown

Warning: dubcon/noncon themes in part one, dirty talk, scummy Price, implied age gap, babysitter! Reader, Wife is named, cheating, Price has a chronic need for a wife that makes him happy, nsft, brief breeding kink, one usage of daddy, p in v, no protection

Original prompt by ceilidho

Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated!

Part 1 | part 2

"Mr Price- I tried to-" You were stammering, a whole new tremor running through you. As you started with big watery eyes. "I tried to tell you..."

But you gasped as you felt another roll of his hips stutter forward. John guided your frozen body to twist around, pressing your back to the mattress as you hiccuped. Apologizing over and over as your eyes recoiled from his unwavering gaze. Pressing his cock back into your tight heat with a deep groan from his chest. His eyes glazed over as he stared down at your meak form.

Another rut made you preen. Blinking through thick tears as your lips parted. Hands reaching up and tugging on his shirt. "Please- I can't-"

"ssh." He silenced, squeezing your cheeks so your lips smooshed together. Forced to pucker as you sniffed. "Quite pet."

He was thinking with his dick. He knew. Months upon months of nothing but his hand and itchy pillows. Not even twenty men could pry him from the clench of your sobbing pussy. He wasn't lying; you felt like heaven. John leaned down as he pressed his nose to your cheek. "Feel good?" He whispered, adjusting his grip on your face.

You hesitantly nod. Because it did. If felt amazing. Felt wicked. It was. This whole thing was wrong yet nothing has felt more right.

With that, Price let out a huff as he nodded your head for you. "Yeah?"

"ah huh.." was all you could breath out as you laid there. Hands grasping at his arms, nails scratching along the hair that covered them.

And your eyes rolled back as his hips picked up pace once again. His fingers threaded between yours as the press of his wedding band burned against you. Missing the way way his fingers pinched at your ring finger.

-- -- --

Neither of you talked about it. It was like it never happened at all. As it should have been. It should have never happened. You knew that and you were sure John knew that. It felt wrong to look at Colleen knowing that you left their house with John's cum drenching your underwear and threatening to roll down your legs. The peddle back home was agonizing as you felt the the squelch of your combined juices with each shift against the bike seat.

You considered quitting. It would be the right thing to do. It should be what you're doing instead of entering their house with a smile on your face and baby James gifted back into your arms. Accepting paychecks from manicured fingers as if the scent of her husband's sweaty cock hasn't stained your palm. How he's come home early, spotting you and asking in a hushed voice if the 'other misses' was home.

You should be sick with yourself. Disturbed how easily you fell down this rabbit hole. So willingly. Yet some part of you felt justified. They were miserable together and clearly only stayed for the baby. But even then, with how often Colleen left the house and called you up to do her duty as a mother you were beginning to doubt James was going to be their glue for much longer.

Did she know? Was she able to smell her perfume on your neck. The scent of her husband's cock on your breath. Did she see the missed specs of cum still in your hair? Did she care?

So many questions that gnawed at you more than any guilt did.

-- -- --

John's stubbornness was a double-edged sword. Once fixated on finally repairing his failing marriage now became an unbreakable wall to rip it to shreds. Not telling you about obvious signs of what remained of your debauchery, cooing to James late at night how his new mommy was going to be just so sweet for them both. Grinning at his son's small hands grabbing at you whenever you came over. The kid knew what he wanted just like his father.

It was a pride thing. He knew deep down. He's stopped enjoying the touch of his wife years ago. But he was a man of his word; he was committed to her happiness. Through sickness and in health. It's why he let her speak so coldly to him when her mood soured like a ripe lime. Why he kept his ring on her finger despite her tantrums and wails. He wouldn't stand for the mockery his men would snide at him being unable to keep his bird in check. Unable to keep her tucked under his arm.

But now, with you in the picture, that stubbornness could be shifted to a new track. He knew he was in trouble the minute he saw you. You weren't the most overly qualified, and your face had a glow that could have melted even hardened men such as him. He wouldn't doubt even Simon would relent to that shine in your pretty eyes.

James loved you. He seemed to crave your nurturing more than his own birth mother. And who was he to deny his son? His world.

So when Colleen was having another one of her fits; the only way you could tell James was even hers. So similar to the two, John had to cover his mouth as a smirk threatened to quirk on his lips. She slammed down the divorce papers and dared him with that glare of hers to finally give her up.

He just uncrossed his arms, nodding as he leaned forward, elbows perched on the table as he held out his hand. "Got a pen?"

"what-?!" She barked. Colleens eyes wide with shock.

"pen, love, do you have one?"

His wife knew when he wasn't joking. She's been with him long enough to see the signs. He wasn't calling her bluff this time. Her lips trembled for a moment before forcing themselves into a firm line as she slapped a pen down into his hand. Watching as how easily he wrote his signature and checked through each page.

As soon it was done she snatched the papers from him, thrusting her ring down up on the table with a noisy clatter. "I hope you enjoy that little skank of yours." Was all she could hiss before turning on her heel and storming out. Grabbing her purse and jacket and fumbling for her phone.

-- -- --

You got a call to return for another day on the job sooner than you expected. When you knocked on the door you were greeted with John's build looming over you. Expectant of your arrival. Grinning beneath his bushy mustache as he guided you into the home.

"where's Jammy?" You coo out, awaiting to be greeted by the baby but John just shook his head.

"just us, hon, she's taken him out today."

"then why-"

But he didn't let you question, cupping your jaw as he tilted your head up. And you knew instantly what you were here for. Swallowing as he led you to the couch, taking you right there. Pinning your soft body beneath his as your ankles dangled at his ears. His cock plunged ruthlessly into your needy core, heavy balls smacking against your ass as he grunted.

"gimme your hand, sweetheart." He coaxed, prying your hand from gripping his forearm as he pulled the ring from his pocket, his trousers hanging around his meaty thighs, slipping his ring around your finger and immediately letting out an almost pained coo. "Don't worry, we'll get it fitted. Looks so pretty on you."

But you were barely even able to moan from the air being punched out of your lungs with the way his cock was barging straight into your womb. Too fucked out to fully process what he was saying as your brain was replaced with cotton.

"my pretty little wife, gonna give me another one, ain't ya? Give your son a little brother, hm?"

You could only dumbly nod, probably agree to anything he said like this. Something he was going to keep a note of. Your pussy twitching at just the thought. The coil grew tighter and tighter. Your walls choking his cock making him groan.

"that's it, mama. Come for daddy-"

Rundown

Babysitter reader accidentally falling asleep in Price’s bed only to wake up to a big man crawling up behind her and shoving her legs apart while murmuring his wife’s name :\\ too bad she can’t correct him because the pillow keeps muffling her screams. - prompt by ceilidho

Warning: dubcon/noncon themes (reader doesn't verbally agree to sex but has wanted to fuck John secretly), somno kink, dirty talk, drunk! Price, implied age gap, babysitter! Reader, Wife is named, cheating, p in v sex, no protection, John's a nasty dog, Price is sloshed and can barely hold off his orgasm

Did i write this instead of sleeping? Yes. Do I have regrets? Many. I just couldn't stop thinking about this and knew I had to atleast try my hand.

Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated! Part two is available!

Part 1 | part 2

You've been babysitting for the price family for almost a month now. A small bundle of joy surprisingly docile in your arms after the wailinig for the baby boy would have cradled in her embrace. You hated the glare Colleen would snap your way as soon as her son shushed. You weren't sure why, at first you chalked it up to coincidence. Just the baby being well- a baby. But then you let yourself linger in her presence and found yourself curling away from the sting in your nostrils from the strength of her perfume. A lovely brand you had no way to afford, truely she was a woman to envy. Even in her years she's aged like wine; Rosé to be exact. She was primped and refined. A polished diamond with every sharp edge pointed in your direction. The many necklaces she adorned on her neck were chunky and sparkled with real gems that surely John has gifted to her over their marriage. Though, it made an uncomfortable resting spot for the babe.

But little James had much to protest about the way his mother's nails were too long and dug into his soft skin. To cry and scream when her perfume was just too much. When her makeup smeared against his chubby cheek and the new texture roused him into another fit. Only soothed once back in the arms clad in soft cardigans and sweaters, the smell of gentle floral soap and smooth skin against his own.

You've heard Colleen before bark at John to find a new sitter making small comments about how her baby clearly hates her. How neither of the men in her life seem to want her presence always resulting in a heavy sigh from John, firm words of curt comfort but she'd just bare her teeth and curl her painted lips. Not taking his words as anything more than another spew of thoughtless support. Not stopping her cries of woe until John has enough and grit words of defence through his grinding teeth.

You tried not to listen in; it wasn't your business after all but you couldn't help but feel pity. Some days it was for Colleen, clearly stressed and trying to latch onto something she can't quite grasp. But other days you felt a deep pity for John; peering in with little James bouncing in your hold as he sat at the dining room table with his head in his hands. Shoulders sagging down with the weight of the world digging into them.

Poor little James having to hear all this. Often, you tried to keep him distracted with the jingle of your keys or read out of a storybook to drown out their thunderous voices.

There's been a time Johns found you like that, huddled up by the crib shushing and slowly rocking the baby to sleep. A storybook in your lap and a relieved slumped as you stare at James' sleeping face. And so, to avoid waking up his son, he'd get close to your ear, ruffling your hair and giving your shoulder a firm squeeze as he muttered, 'Good girl. Such a sweet girl for keeping him happy' and 'sorry you had to hear all that, love' as he insisted on slipping you another small stack of pound notes for the extra stress. No matter how many times you've tried to decline.

Just as many times you've tried to convince yourself you didn't touch yourself that night because of his words. You definitely didn't imagine him mumbling sweet nothing's of how good you are, so perfect and sweet for him. He was a married man, for God's sake!

A soon-to-be divorced one if things continued to persist the way they were.

You didn't dare let these feelings show; for fear of losing your job and the possible disdain that would cloud over his aged features that you'd have the audacity to think of him that way. Unable to bring yourself to even consider baring the thought of his disapproval. It was too much. It made your stomach twist in ways stressful university exams never did.

-- -- --

RIIIIING

You rose from your afternoon nap, a startled sound ripped from your throat. textbook and laptop discarded clumsily at the table. The sofa creaking as you pulled yourself up, eyes squinting as you tried to find your phone in the darkness. Eyes already aching from staring at your laptop screen for hours even when it grew dark. Took engrossed in finishing your assignment to care that you were in pitch black. Only napping to soothe the sting.

You plucked your phone from the floor and saw it was Colleen calling you. Your eyes widened as you hastily answered. "Mrs Price! Is everything okay?"

"I need you to come over as soon as possible, Im already running late to meet with the girls and I need someone to watch James."

Your brows pinched in confusion. Checking the time and saw it was 10 o'clock. Surely there had to be someone more local.

"where's John-?"

"being useless as always, drinking and leaving me to do all his shit for him."

Your eyes practically bulged out of your skull; sure you've heard her be nasty but this was the first time you've ever heard her be so brazen with her dislike for her husband. Her voice oozing with venomous spit as each word punched out from her throat.

You thought it would be for the best not to say anything. Swallowing what words of defence you had for John, you slid off your couch. "I'll- uh- I'll be on my way."

You slipped on your shoes and your warmest coat, thankful your keys already sat in its pocket. You rushed out of your door, having to cycle your way over. Usually you'd catch the bus and then cycle the rest of the way but night buses weren't running where you needed to go.

Never have you peddled so quickly. Your legs were on fire by the time you arrived and Colleen was hissing at you as she scurried out the door for how late you were making her. Muttering the whole time she got in her car and was driving off into the night. You stumbled into the house and immediately went upstairs to check on James and thankfully he was still sleeping.

Hours you spent waiting for John to return home or even Collen. Anyone to bid you off so you could go back home and sink into the plush of your bed. Sleeping on the sofa and then all that peddling has strung your body until you were nothing but knots. Sitting down almost the entire time as your legs protested to any further usage.

You only went into the bedroom to grab the spare baby monitor to check if it was still working, but you got nosey. Peeking around and finding colleens vanity, staring at the unflattering reflection. Your hair was a mess, and your clothes were screwed on your body. You could smell your sweat and it wasn't even hot. With great hesitance, you picked and sniffed at the collection of perfume that sat there. All were much too strong for your tastes until you found a bottle tucked into the very corner. It looked like it hadn't been touched for a while, not even half empty, but it wasn't old. The brand's logo was chipped at the edges, and the bottle was sealed the wrong way. You couldn't resist giving it a small sniff and were pleasantly surprised to find such a kind smell. It was vanilla and rose water; with a small bit to your lip and against all your better judgment. You sprayed a shy spritz on your neck and dabbed it into either side. Already feeling like a grander woman.

But your curiosity died as the king-sized bed seemed to be calling your name. Sheets are neatly folded, and pillows are fluffed. With James back asleep after some fuss and a diaper change you slinked into the covers with mumbled apologies.

Sleep claiming you faster than you ever expected, slumped heavily against the mattress as your nose was filled with John's scent. A heady mix of both his natural order and the shampoo he used. Your nose sinking into the pillow even in your dreams as you inhaled deeply. Happy hums filling the empty room before soft snores took their place.

-- -- --

John on the other hand was not so lovingly dozed off. He wasn't partying with friends and running his mouth about all his stresses. No he was haggard as he just barely pulled himself away from the sticky counter. The bartender muttering something along the lines of him getting back to the misses.

His misses.

He was nothing but a stubborn bastard. That was his ring on her finger and he couldn't swallow the uncomfortable bitter pill that was his reality. He's been finding his ring 'mistakenly' left on the bathroom counter. She was already bringing up divorce whenever he glared at her a second too long.

He couldn't have it. What kind of man would he be if he stood by and let her go prancing off. That was his wife. His.

His fist hit the counter with a determined sneer and he shoved himself away. Wobbling for a moment before he was able to muster his legs into a familiar march. His footsteps were unsteady but persistent in their journey. The bar was within walking distance and what was a little fresh air to help sober him up so he can face his woman how he should. Steel in his composure and fire burning in his eyes as he was going to-

To-

Fuck. There are so many things he's been wanting to do. It's been too long. Much too long without being in between her legs. The heat of a welcoming cunt was now foreign as he had to rub himself with the rough callouses of his hand. No amount of spit could replace the heavenly slick of a woman's arousal. Didn't sound the same when he fucked his fist. Didn't smell the same. Didn't feel the same.

She was truly a cruel woman. He could withstand her sneers and moaning, but to deprive him of the luxury of a husband was the devil's work. His own personal torment after so many years of bloodshed and muddled honors.

Perhaps if that walk was as sobering as he told himself it was, he would have noticed the car that was missing. The bike parked in its place. The tranquil quite of his home shattered, 2 am in the morning, as he heaved himself through the door and winced at the thud of the door. Pausing to hear any cries of his son or the pissed off yell of disappointment but he was met with nothing.

He lumbered through his house after kicking off his boots. His coat was thrown somewhere in the darkness as he crept up the stairs and shuffled into his bedroom. There, he saw the lump of a figure in his bed, and his brain clicked into gear. Licking his dry lips, he dusted his hands off his jeans, already undoing his belt as he stepped out of the fabric as soon as it pooled down to his ankles. Crawling onto the bed as he stared at the sleeping miss in his bed, eyes beyond blurred and too blinded by his determination, maybe he would have noticed the obvious differences between you and his wife.

He presses sloppy open mouth kisses to your shoulder. "Col- Colly, He slurred out as each kiss grew higher and higher. The untrimmed scruff of his mutton chops scratching against your cheek ear as he babbled in gruff murmurs. "Wake up, honey."

But he had no patience for his 'wife' to rise from her slumber. Your stirring only egged him on as he caged your slumbering body in with hands on either side of your shoulders. Moving the blanket down to reveal your covered form. He huffed in disapproval. "Tuckered out? Didn't even undress." He scolded but there was no heat to his words as he began to undo the buttons of your jeans and eased them down your legs. Shifting your shirt as high as he could before grunting as your unconscious form was no help.

"this why..you need me." His chest pressed heavily down onto your back as his large hands wandered along your curves. Pinching at the chub he didn't remember Colleen having but it's been so long he just dismissed it. "Keep ya nice and warm."

John couldn't wait any longer. Pushing your underwear to the side and his fingers curled against the fabric as he rutted against your silky folds through the fabric of his briefs. Like a dog in heat his hips grinded hard against your sex. His nose burying in your neck as he huffed the smell of perfume - he got her that for their anniversary. He knew she was still missing him. All that bullshit of insisting she'd never wear one of his gifts again. Throwing out jewelry that was now deemed tacky, all because he bought it, and clothes she just shunned as old news.

With a growl he yanked his boxers down as he grabbed his already half hard cock. Rubbing it through your glistening sex, already so wet for him. Perfect little wife. He didn't take long for him to chub to full mass as he huffed at the floral scent on your neck. "Gonna fix it- gonna fix everything-"

As soon as his cock pressed into your entrance you were startled awake. The sudden sting making your eyes pry open. Your breathing hitched as you heard John's voice mumbling something into your skin as you opened your mouth but he just shushed you. "None of that. Don't start, just need you tonight." He presses his hips frimer to your ass as the fat head of his cock speared your cunt. He groaned deeply with a curse knocked out of him. "So fucking tight-"

Your cheeks burned as you tried to squirm away from the blistering heat of your poor fluttering walls being pried apart by his sheer girth. Gasping into the pillow. With a huff John yanked you further down with a sharp tug on your underwear, his free hand pressing down on the back of your neck to keep you nice and arched. Any words you tried to squeak out immediately muffled.

"that's it, just open up for me, Coll." He cooed, the stretch of alcohol thick on his breath as he squeezed your neck. Feeling the way your pussy betrayed you, crying all over his big dick as you heard each grunt and groan rattle in your ears. Just able to hear it over the sound of your own heart thumping so loudly you thought for a moment it lodged itself into your skull. "Atta girl."

As soon as your ass was flush to his pelvis you let out a whimper. Clutching at the bedding your eyes squeezed shut. The pain faded into a dull numbness before the tug of a vein rubbing against your walls had you softly moaning. So full. You could barely breathe with how far it was pressed to your stomach. Surely shoving your organs up and lodging them into your throat. A knot tight in it as your eyes fluttered open.

Unable a moment to breathe as he guided you back onto his cock with every thrust that sent you jolting forward. The stitches of your underwear screamed as he set his pace. sloppy but reaching deep within. Kissing your cervix with each thrust as you trembled. Blinking you didn't even notice the tears that poured down your heated cheeks as you kept shaking your head. Any attempt of protest cut off by your own traitorous moan.

Fuck it feels good. Why must if feel so good. You've imagined what his cock would feel like but you never imagined this. Never thought you'd actually be feel it drill into your poor cunt as you sniffled and sobbed.

John could barely restrain himself. When did her pussy ever feel this good? So tight and clamping down on his cock as if it were the first time. Has it really been so long that her body became as foreign to him as it he was to her. That made his teeth grit as he panted. "Shit- gonna- fuuck-"

He didn't need to say if for you to know. Your stomach clenched as your thighs tried to squeeze tight together like that would stop anything. Not with his thick thighs spreading your legs wide and welcoming for him. "J-John-" you hiccuped.

Voice so strained it became high pitched. Needy. It made his head spin or maybe that was just the alcohol catching up to him. Groaning deep from within his chest as he flooded your tight hole with hot ropes of cum. Rolling his hips lazily with each squirt. "Sorry...been too long-" he kissed your shoulder and your cheek. "You feel like heaven, love."

But John was never a selfish lover. He let go of your underwear as he remained snugly slotted into your warmth. Relishing in its slick heat. Thick fingers finding your clit with startling ease as he rubbed in circles. Fast and his rhythm broken but with how your clit was already throbbing needily it didn't deter your body from singing out. Hands clawing at the pillow your face was buried against as you bucked into the friction. Shaking your head as you tried to fight off how good it felt.

Whines spilling out of you as you chanted pleas and curses but it all fell on deaf ears. "Ohh- oh!" You pulsed around him as your own orgasm tightened in your lower belly. No matter how much you tried to deter it, John was insistent of your pleasure.

"c'mon on, Coll, make a mess on my cock." He cooed as he pressed more of his weight down into your back to keep you from squirming too much. "Know you miss it."

You cried out as it crashed over you. Stars filling your already blurry vision as stray droplets of tears fell down. The cover of the pillow damp with your tears and specks of drool you desperately tried to swallow down.

Both of you just laying there for awhile. You were stiff as a rock and he was slowly rolling his hips. Fucking his cum deeper into you with more kisses to your sticky skin. His hand weaving up to your hair as he tugged your head from the pillow. Blinking sluggishly as he expected to be greeted with the face of his wife but instead he was met with his babysitter. Cheeks streaked with tears and your lips parted with a small gloss of drool. Sniffling as your eyes latched to his dumb stare. Just looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"you're not my wife."

Daisy's are frequently associated with purity, childbirth, new beginnings, and cheerfulness. Daisy petals symbolize innocence and are commonly associated with childhood memories of collecting wildflower bouquets.

Pairing: Marcus Perez (oc) x AFAB! reader

(general) Warning: age gap (he's 50, reader is in mid/late twenties), virgin reader, inexperienced reader, daddy issues™, marcus is a dilf, daddy kink, angst, lots of food/baking, size difference, reader is not overly described but is implied to be skinny & small breasted, able bodied reader, hair length is not defined but will be mentioned, reader is feminine and AFAB but gender is undefined, Marcus drinks and smokes, eventual smut, slow burn-ish, series fic

Authors note: as always do not trust old men who wanna get in your pants! Keep sex safe and always consensual. This is purely fictional and just an expression of sexual fantasy. This chapter is just the beginning so it'll just be establishing the setting and what's going on.

I hope y'all enjoy! Idk when I'll be posting updates as this kinda me trying to grit through writer's block so I'm sorry if chapters are not consistent! Kinda just shouting into the void with this if I'm being honest 🙈 comments, reblogs and likes will always be appreciated!

Moodboard |Part 1 |

For years, Marcus lived in an empty nest, a single man trapped in an unchanging routine. Marcus quits his small-town life and heads to the city, but it's certainly no glamorous ride. Movies painted an enticing picture of freedom—packing up one's life and leaving behind the shackles of monotony, as if shaking off cobwebs layered over dusty memories. Yet, for Marcus, the reality felt more like swallowing cotton balls, each memory sheathed in layers of bubble wrap and tape, heavy boxes straining his weary back as he huffed and grunted. His work buddies rallied around him, lending their arms to help load the cramped pickup truck, but the weight of the moment lingered in his chest.

Though everyone urged him to seize this fresh start, he couldn't abandon that itch to remain in his cycle. He was set in his ways, hesitant to dip his boot-clad feet into new waters, yearning for a life with a touch of difference without completely overhauling the comfort of his past. A constant contradiction of wanting more but unable to muster the greed to take it with unyielding hands. After much contemplation, he settled into a modest apartment above a bakery, cheesily named "Whisk Me Away." Nestled not too far from the city's sprawling park, a purposeful spot he sought out. Marcneededing to venture beyond the habit of staying indoors—something he had lately become all too familiar with. Tucking himself in his solitude, waiting at the phone or rotting his mind with uninteresting TV. Exhausted from work and devoid of friends outside his occasional drink, he dreaded the thought of spending yet another night in the stench of stale beer and listening to another pointless argument or the screams of grown adults outraged by the favorite team losing.

Despite the insistence of his friends that this was his chance to step into retirement, he found it laughable. He never planned to retire. He couldn't. What would he do with himself? After a week of steady toil with boxes, however, he marched into a part-time handyman role for the bakery’s owner. They struck up a friendship, the connection based on the similarities of two middle-aged men sharing dry laughter and nostril-stuffed grunts about sports games that Marcus had little interest in. Or a comment here and there about the youth of today.

Yet, amidst the bustling streets and the chaos of the city, what truly captured his attention wasn’t the sprawling skyline or the rigorous life around him; it was something sweeter, far more delicate. As if biting into a tender sponge of a cupcake. Icing much too sweet for his aged pallet but the rush reminded him of his youth. How he ached to drag his tongue along the creamy sugar that coated this pretty treat. Curling his tongue until he lapped every last bit and got to the true flavor beneath. Untainted and heavenly.

A temptation that should have never crossed his mind at his age. He often scoffed at the very idea of a fling with someone so much younger, dismissing the notion with fierce disapproval. His friends had joked about having a young, pretty thing latched to their hip, and Marcus had rolled his eyes. Perhaps given a pal or two a smack around the head. He considered himself wiser than that—better than that. Or so he thought.

The change within him began quietly. Invading defenses the day he settled into his new life. The difference between him and his little truck and city-slinging people. It lacked the polish of the sleek vehicles roaming the city. The contrast between his humble truck and the flashing, modern cars of the city just screamed ‘fresh meat’ to the scowling, slimmer city living was looking for a bakery with a big fancy bay window - or Italia, Nate as his buddy said. Whatever the fuck that meant wasn'tsn't like he had to Google what it was, s and it wasn't like he was drifting along the busy road, phone propped up on the dashboard, threatening to fall over if he didn't grumble and keep it still, peering between the image and the buildings around him.

He parked awkwardly, the truck’s tire nudging the curb more than he would have liked, but he'd been edging back, and forth, forth trying to spot any space to park, and this was the only one that seemed to work. Cars blaring their raging horns at him. Taking a moment, he stared at the building, suddenly aware of the labor that lay ahead: unloading his entire life into a narrow s; this time, there was no team of buddies at his side.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he pressed his forehead against his palm, feeling the weight of fatigue and apprehension tug at him as if the city itself conspired against him. He glanced at his watch—still an hour until the moving crew arrived—and silently cursed. Always early to everything. That's how his parents raised him to be. But now and again it bit him in the ass just like now. His truck couldn’t possibly contain everything he owned, but he had clung onto those precious few keepsakes he couldn't bear to part with. The sheer price of it all ate into what spare funds he had on the side, meaning he'd be behind a while on groceries and emergency money. The tho ht hung in his mind like a fleeting shadow, provoking a frustrated click of his tongue.

Finally mustering the resolve to abandon the vehicle, Marcus trudged around to the back of his truck, retrieving a few boxes one by one, only to falter when he searched for an alternative entrance—be it a back or side door—anything but the front. But there was none in sight, and he didn't trust leaving his truck unattended in a new place. He's heard all the stories of what kind of hooligans we're skulking around in cities like these. With a resigned grunt, he slammed the truck door shut, trudged towards the bakery, and pushed open the front door, the chime announcing his arrival. Another curse leaving him.

He saw photos of the bakery and its interior but entering the space was a whole experience on its own. Greeted by a large square dining space with tables rowed at the walls most having four wooden chairs snuggly tucked in. All the chairs have a cushion on the seat with ruffles framing them. The tables were light wood and circular with a doily cover draped over it. Two menus in small stands on either side of each one. In the middle were small glass vases filled with daisies and baby's breath, pale yellow ribbons tied into bows at the neck of each vase. The floor creaked, covered In wooden panels. However, it was fake as it didn't have the same squeak he's used to hearing. At the windows there were white lace curtains and shutter blinds rolled and tucked out of view to let the sunlight pour in and soak the building in its natural warmth.

The rays of light bounced against the hanging ceiling lights; each one glass with various flowers engraved on a petal-like base. A turned-off bulb perched in the middle. At the edge of the dining space was a curved counter with a cash register, and a glass display case filled with various baked goods such as pastries, bread, and cakes, though it seemed to be half empty still. Behind the counter, there are shelves stocked with more baked items and different types of porcelain plates with flowers printed on them. A door sealed shut between the many cupboards and shelves.

To his relief, the bakery was empty—until a man appeared from behind the counter, wiping his hands on a faded, threadbare rag, surprise flickering across his face, soon giving way to a light-hearted chuckle. With a playful shake of his head, he approached Marcus.

“Let me help you with that! I didn’t expect to see anyone for a while,” he said, his voice laden with an unexpected warmth.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, skepticism lacing his voice as he shifted his grip on the precariously balanced boxes. “You’re the owner, right?” He knew he shouldn't be so stereotypical, but the man before him didn't seem like the type to enjoy a much…dainty interior.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m Randal,” he replied as he took a step closer. “And you must be the new neighbor. If you had texted ahead, I could have given you better directions.”

That just made Marcus grunt. Shrugging one of his shoulders. Randal effortlessly plucked one of the heavy boxes from Marcus's arms, letting out a small grunt as he did, a look of approval crossing his features as he assessed Marcus's strong arms. A flicker of respect for a man able to keep his strength up.

“There’s an alley behind the building. If you don’t mind, I can drive around back and help you out. It’ll save you from getting honked at all day,” Randal suggested, his eyes twinkling with knowing. He's been listening to the chorus of honks since the other man's arrival.

With another sigh, Marcus hesitated but nodded. He tightened his grip on the boxes. “That would be helpful. My keys are right here,” he replied, albeit with a lingering twinge of wariness. Yet, considering Randal’s age there was a certain level of reliability. He was put in some faith another man his age would be true to his word, especially considering he'd be living above his business. With a slight pop of his hip, he revealed the keys dangling from his belt loop, which Randal deftly took after putting the box he had taken onto a nearby table.

“Oi! Honey, mind being helpful? The neighbor’s here!” Randal hollered out suddenly, narrowing his eyes as he peered expectantly at the back door, as if willing it to swing open.

A moment of stillness hung in the air, broken only by a muffled voice drifting through the closed door. At last, it swung open with a loud creak, held wide by a stout stopper. You stepped into view, cradling a tray overflowing with an array of delectable treats, the faint scent of fresh-baked pastries wafting through the air. A displeased huff escaped your lips as you expertly slid the tray into the display case at the cashier, a light dusting of flour still lingering on your fingertips.

As you looked up, your eyes finally met those of your new neighbor. A radiant smile broke across your soft features as you hurried around the desk, eager to assist him with the heavy box he was struggling with.

“Grab the one on the table,” your father commanded from behind you, his voice firm, almost dismissive he retreated further into the back.

Your arms fell, swerving around to grab the box, and let out a noise of surprise at the heavyweight. Another huff escaped you. Of course. You looked back at Marcus, and the smile returned to your features. “Let's get these up.” adjusting the box in your grasp as you began to walk to the corner of the bakery where a staircase was tucked away. You already began trudging up as the matching wooden steps became less cared for and rustic compared to the dreamy softness of the bakery.

Marcus followed behind you, his heavy footsteps echoing through the bakery as he lugged the boxes. He couldn't help but notice the way your hips swayed as you climbed the stairs. He didn't mean to stare at your ass but it was right in front of him. Nicely rounded and snug in pale blue jeans. Or at least, that was his excuse until he pried his eyes away to watch his step. Though with the two boxes clutched to his chest, it wasn't the easiest task.

"I really wish they had an elevator." You joked, hoping to clear the stiff silence between you two.

"Yeah, I bet. It would definitely make this a lot easier," he replied, his voice gruff but tinged with amusement. He shifted the box in his arms, feeling its weight pressing against his chest. After a few steps, he spoke again, glancing back toward the dim light of the building that faded into the shadows of the staircase walls.

"So, your pops owns this place?"

"Yeah," you said, your voice trailing off slightly as you nodded. "He handles the numbers and works the cash register, but the bakery is meant to be mine. It just helps to have him manage the stuff I'm not so good at." You shrugged your shoulder as you forced yourself up a few more steps with a large stretch of your leg. The box was already making your arms ache, but that could also be due to hours of mixing and the grocery crates you had hauled in that morning.

"Ah, right. Makes sense with all the—" He cut himself off and cleared his throat. "He just doesn’t seem the type," Marcus muttered hastily as he tried to maintain the good manners that had been drilled into him since he learned to talk.

Following your lead, he hurried up a bit, knowing he still had plenty more boxes to carry. These stairs were going to be well acquainted.

He couldn't help but feel a twist at the bottom of his belly. He worked as a maintenance technician before coming here. I always get calls and texts for even the smallest of issues, like a slow coffee machine. Not exactly a business his Eliana was ever interested in. God knows she wasn't even interested in staying in town once college hit.

“good that you two can do something like that together.” he tried to put a smile in his voice but each word was like a bitter tar coating his tongue.

"yeah!" You agreed but there was a strain to your voice. Finally reaching the top, there was a narrow hallway with two doors on either side and another staircase leading to the people just above. You put the box down outside his door, which was on the right. You patted around your pockets and let out a surprised noise as you felt the bulk of keys in your front one.

"Dad gave me the keys to hold onto, wasn't sure if I still had them." You breathed out, pulling them out and unlocked the front door to his apartment. A singular small window illuminated the hall.

"Thanks, kid," he muttered, stepping into the apartment. The space was small, but it was clean and well-maintained. Though he could tell it was recently gutted of most of what furniture was in it from the streaks on the floor here and there. The walls were a soft beige, and the floors were covered in a worn but comfortable-looking carpet. A small kitchenette was tucked into the corner, and a narrow hallway led to what he assumed was the bedroom and bathroom.

He set the boxes down on the floor, stretching his arms above his head. His muscles ached from the exertion, but he welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that he was still alive, still capable of hard work. He didn't like to laze about for too long. Just the drive to the city made him itch to just do something. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth down the unruly strands that had come loose during the move. His heart was racing in his chest, and he couldn't quite figure out why. Maybe it was just the exertion from carrying the heavy boxes up the stairs, or maybe it was something else entirely. The daunting loom of this was it. He was really starting fresh.

You handed him the keys, a bit surprised by the rough scrape of his palm against your fingers. The hands of heavy labor were worn and built with a protective shield. You quickly retreated your hand back to your side, mouth opening to say something but then a call from downstairs echoed through.

"Hon! You up there still? C'mon! Am I doing all this lifting myself?" Your dad yelled with the sound of something heavy being smacked into.

"Shit- you get yourself sorted, we'll help you with the boxes." You were already making your way out of the apartment, switching between turning to him and the staircase. Another call from your dad made you spin back around and trot down the stairs with thunderous steps. "Yeah I'm coming-!"

Marcus watched as you hurried down the stairs, your footsteps fading away as you disappeared from view. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at your abrupt departure. Your presence would have been a nice distraction to the acid threatening to burn at his throat. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. But he just shook his head. He was being ridiculous. Empty nest syndrome or whatever they called it, that's all. Just wanting to cling to anything familiar. Anything that reminded him of who he once was.

He marched down the stairs not long after you. "My boxes, your handling, can't have you doing all the work." He called back and heard a chuckle from your father. A mutter of ‘I like this one' just caught in his ear as he marched down the steps.

And that was his day; at some point, he had to take over completely as the bakery opened u,p, and both of you had to turn your attention back to your business. The moving guys arrived 30 minutes late and well, they made up for it by their speedy rush and getting his furniture set up. And then, he was alone one more. He turned back to the boxes, unpacking them methodically. He had a system, one that he had perfected over the years. First, he would unpack the essentials - toiletries, a change of clothes, his coffee maker. Then he would move on to the more sentimental items - photos, mementos, his wife's old perfume bottle. Lastly, he would tackle the miscellaneous items - books, tools, knick-knacks. It was a process that he found comforting and familiar. It grounded him and reminded him of who he was and where he came from.

Everything was new, unfamiliar. Even the smell of the apartment was different - instead of the comforting scent of his over-burnt wood and spice candles, there was a faint whiff of vanilla and cinnamon, a remnant of the bakery below. It was disorienting, unsettling. He felt like a stranger in his own skin.

He paused, leaning against the wall as he caught his breath. His heart was pounding, his palms sweaty. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. He had done this for a reason, he reminded himself. He needed a change, a fresh start. He couldn't keep living in the past, couldn't keep clinging to memories that only brought him pain. He had to move on. He couldn't take staring at those empty seats at the dining room table.

He looked at the inner pocket of his jacket and sighed. Unable to bring himself to have the energy to attempt to scold himself. The nasty habit he was unable to kick. Lighting up the cigarette with practiced ease and placing the stick between his lips. Inhaling slowly as he slumped against the wall. What a fucking day.

Pairing: Marcus Perez (oc) x AFAB! reader

(general) Warning: age gap (he's 50, reader is in mid/late twenties), virgin reader, inexperienced reader, daddy issues™, marcus is a dilf, daddy kink, angst, lots of food/baking, size difference, reader is not overly described but is implied to be skinny & small breasted, able bodied reader, hair length is not defined but will be mentioned, reader is feminine and AFAB but gender is undefined, Marcus drinks and smokes, eventual smut, slow burn-ish, series fic

Plot: Marcus seeks out a fresh start living the city life, renting an apartment above a small business bakery. That's where he met you. His sweet temptation.

Note: update schedule currently unknown.

Sunshine and whiskey:

Part 1 | ??? | ??? | ???

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Crédits artist @Lysbx1031

MHM MHM!!

“You attract what you fear”

Oooh nooo whimpering and moaning audios… I’m terrified…. Please no not them moaning my name

Nghhh abs mmmmmm I wanna grind on this man's stomach SOOOO BYADD.

Another ask game because m boreddddddd!!! I will say I'd prefer it if you keep it to max three number and ask, but you can always send in multiple asks if ur really curious!!

🥀Kinky Ask Game🥀

Saw this on @wanders-in-wonderland’s blog and wanted to try it out (I even added a couple questions too). Send any number(s) you want answered to my inbox and I’ll send my responses. If you want answers for any questions that aren’t on the list, I’ll answer so long as they’re within my limits :)

1. Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? If so, what are they?

2. Are piercings sexy?

3. Are tattoos sexy?

4. Are there any sex toys you want to try?

5. Are you more of a dominant, submissive, or switch?

6. Are you rough or romantic?

7. Are you the jealous type?

8. Are you vocal during sex?

9. Do you have a gag reflex?

10. Do you kiss on the first date?

11. Do you like being blindfolded?

12. Do you like dirty talk?

13. Do you like hair-pulling?

14. Do you like it rough or romantic?

15. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

16. Do you like name-calling in bed?

17. Do you like seeing the evidence (bruises, bite marks, hickies)?

18. Do you like teasing or being teased?

19. Do you like to cuddle?

20. Do you like to swallow?

21. Do you like watching or being watched?

22. Do you prefer having foreplay or getting right to it?

23. Do you prefer long hair or short hair?

24. Do you prefer to give or receive when it comes to sex?

25. Do you watch porn?

26. Do you listen to nsft audios?

27. Do you read erotica?

28. Have you ever cried during sex?

29. Have you ever faked an orgasm?

30. Have you ever had a one-night stand?

31. Have you ever had sex in a public place?

32. Have you ever had sex in the shower?

33. Have you ever had to use your safe word?

34. Have you ever spanked or been spanked in the bedroom?

35. Have you/would you have a threesome?

36. Have you/would you participate in an orgy?

37. Have/would you ever have sex outside?

38. How do you feel about public displays of affection?

39. Is it good sex even if you don't cum?

40. Tongue or no tongue while kissing?

41. What are your BDSM test results?

41. What is your most taboo kink?

42. What are your thoughts on friends with benefits?

43. What do you like and dislike about oral sex?

44. What do you think about toys in the bedroom?

45. What do you wear to bed?

46. What do you wear when you want to feel attractive?

47. What is something that never fails to make you horny?

48. What is the first thing that draws your attention when you meet someone new?

49. What is your biggest turn-off?

50. What is your favorite color to wear?

51. What is your favorite kind of foreplay?

52. What is your favorite kink and why?

53. What is your favorite part of your body?

54. What is your favorite pet name?

55. What is your favorite position in the bedroom?

56. What is your favorite type of non-sexual contact?

57. What is your newest kink?

58. What is your safe word?

59. What is your top sexual fantasy?

60. Which part of your body do you consider the most sexy?

61. Would you have sex on the first date?

62. Would you rather be handcuffed or blindfolded?

63. Would you rather make out or cuddle?

𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸.

haiiii!! im bonnie, im farely new to the kink community, im very very curious and I honestly have no clue what m doing :((. im ofc looking for attention from icky men but also friends, i would like to try to make more friends, girls and guys!! my new years resolution this year was to push myself out of my comfort zone and hopefully lose my virginity!!

𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮.

i'm 9teen!! my birthday is january 19th. im pursuing a career in forensic pathology. i like scary movies and cartoons a lot!!

𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼.

ddlg, intox, impact play, age gap, praise, degrading, cnc, praise, degrading, +more to come

𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝔂.

anal, fauxcest, bondage, public play

𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓼.

necro, vomit, scat, race play, beastiality.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼.

#bonbon - rambles

#bonnienclyde - boys!!

#bonniesasks - asks/anons

#bonniesmedia - me!!

Rafe : JJ sucks

Pope: mhm

Pope: he swallows too

Rafe: *absolutely horrified*

​sorry to my like five regular followers who might see this horny ahh repost and nonsensical rant

I whole heartedly agree it’s genuinely annoying and honestly stems from some sort of societal sexism Yk all that good shit 🙄 it also sucks because like mentioned it becomes all about the one w the dick (and I’m a sucker for smut w feelings) but by that point there’s NOTHING!!!! Not even any foreplsy no pussy acknowledgment Jusr pussy neglect and dick 😡. AND IF IM READING EOMSN WOMSN ITS FOR WOMAN ITS FOR THE PUSSY!!!!! LIKE YOU CANT JUST GIVR THEM A DIVK AND EXPECT ME TO BE OLAY WITH THAT!!!!

why do fanfiction writers always tend to make the already rare female werewolf character have a cock 💔 it's just so hard to find one fanfiction that doesn't do this...and they do it like it's part of the transformation too? like it doesn't matter if the non transformed version of the character has a pussy, when they transform they must have a cock apparently 💔 this has absolutely nothing to do with the character being trans or not because they also do this when they write the character as a cis woman 💔 what does the world have against werewolf pussy? WHY NO PUSSY???? IM SO fucking TIRED OF COCKS AND KNOTS!!!!!!!! WHY THE KNOT??? WOLF JUNK IS NASTY AS FUCK IT LITERALLY LOOKS SO UGLY?? I've seen car crashes less nasty than wolf dick so WHY WOULD YOU RUIN A PERFECTLY GOOD PUSSY FOR THAT?? I don't get it. i understand that part of the internet is into that, furries and stuff, BUT STILL stop giving KNOTS TO THE FEMALE WEREWOLVES PLEASE !!!!! just let them have pussies please 💔💔

im so sorry for lashing out this is not who i am but this is a tendency I noticed and it frustrated the shit out of me last night 💔 id post this on my main but id look unhinged

i nedd you to understbs that everytime i wrote soemthing complaining about abo tbid was in my mind the entire time but i didnt say it becwyse i thoight it might be too specific ot a proboem but YEAH !!! I DONT LIKE COCK !! I JATE DICKS I JATE READING ABOUT IT I HATE EVERYRHING ABOUT IT AND I LOVE PUSSY AND READING ABOUT PUSSH !!! and it just feels so weird to me like im guessing its becayde dicks have the ability tonget hard so its easiee to show horniness theouth thst wsy snd put the characters into a situstion, im guessing its becwuse peopoe who weite abo sre also udually really into cum and huge monster cocks but i sctuslly despise ir !!! i am reading fanfiction between teo cis women and suddenly its hest time ot some fucking shit and BOOM one of then gets a dick. its so lazy in my opinion, it comes across to me as not being able to weite like sex without a dick, especslly since theres never sny fingering or foreolay involved after the girl gains a dick. its just full on alwsys dick insode oussy, thrusr, cum s few times, and thats it. in my opinion, its lazy.

also we do just need more werewolf pussy like actually give me s girl wirh a bush you get me ? give me a wereeolf girl with a pussy that squirts or some fuckong shit, its like vaginss can also show horniness youknow !!! and it just feels so boring because then the giel gets a dick becsudeo heat or whatever fucking bullshit abo does and she gets s dick snd then ALL that the author focuses on is the dick, when ig gets hard abd starts twitching abd precun and thats it. there is zero focus on tbe pussy, especially in a smut story where rheyre BOTH horny apparenlty, but its never shoen for thr girls with the pussy ? it actually just feels lazy to me i cant tell you how lazy it feels its so boring to read like oh look at that another abo where all that happens is the girl thrusrs inside her a fee times and cums snd thats it, no foreplsy or nothing.

AND !! I DONT LIKE DICK !! HAVE TO MAKE THAT CLEAE !!! i dont like sex that involves dick, strap ons ? yeah !! lets fucking go love that !! dildos too whatever because theyre nor dick !! so when im searchinh for a girl x girl relataionship, who both girls are cis, then i dont want to see a dick suddenly becwyse its fucking abo. its fucking stupid, make the pussy horny !! describe thr thumping feeling, the wetneess !! holding her thighs together !! fingering !!! please !!! we need moee pussy in smut !!

also, fuck knots. fuck wereeolf dicks. i hate them all with a burning passion like genuinly its so annoying and stupid !!! and its not even hot !! there are SO MANY shios that involve a character rhat has a dick, they coukd choose to weite about them maybe. and i understabd that peope can wrirr ehatever they want, im all for that ! if thats what yoire into then go for it im not going to be kn the comments like fuck you becayse its not my business, but when this happens for EVERY SINGLE SHIP WITH A WEREOLF IN MOST FANFICS AND EVEN FANARTS, it gets really annoying. 0/10 abo sucks

I can't take the whole discourse around people going "forcefem is better than forcemasc because it's subversive! People who like forced masculinization are just STEALING from forcefem!" seriously because of these 4 points:

1. Forcefem started with cis men who enjoy being feminized as a form of humiliation, and they make up the majority of practitioners today. Yes, it's also really important to the transfem kink community and it brings many people gender euphoria, so that's great! But... you really can't steal a kink. There's no kink plagiarism. You're not getting kicked out of Kink University for enjoying similar themes.

2. It's not your business what other trans adults do in the bedroom/kink spaces. What causes dysphoria for you might make someone else euphoric. Don't yuck my yum or whatever. Just block the tag if you don't like it, we're all grownups here. I have both tags blocked bc they make me dysphoric, but you don't see me throwing a tantrum about it.

3. Imagine doing this with any other kink.

"Spanking is better than waxplay because it's subversive! You candle-lovers are doing painplay all wrong!"

"Bondage with handcuffs is way better than bondage with ropes, because when you use handcuffs you're RECLAIMING that from cops! Rope bunnies are just coping because their kink doesn't mean anything!"

4. The people who spend all their time arguing online about kink discourse probably aren't getting laid anyway.

So it's really not as pertinent to their lives as they think it is.

Any big mutts wanna sink their teeth into some tboy flesh 🥺 Need to wake up with a set of pearly whites locked into my neck while I get used...

I need this please…..

I think I may have a voice kink, someone talk me though it??….

soft doms talking you through your orgasm.

them holding your hands while slowly fucking into your wet and warm hole in missionary. them smiling down at you as your eyes are full of tears.

“you’re doing so good, angel. i know, baby, i know. i’m here.” they say as they pick up the pace, holding your hands tighter as you clench down on their cock, “soo pretty for me, aren’t you? you’re so pretty.”

them softly chuckling while looking at your fucked out expression as their hand leave yours to grope your body, moving down between your bodies to touch your clit messily.

and when your eyes roll back and you can’t control your whimpers and moans anymore, they hide their faces in the crook of your neck, biting and kissing your skin, “doing such a good job f’me, bunny. let it all out, let me feel you. there you go, such an obedient thing you are.”

not me getting notifs that you rbed our thread thinking i was getting more tojisugu content........

Worry not I will make tojisugu real even if it's the last thing I do before collapsing on the floor, geto will get his birthday death today @inverteds

❛ you've broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜ sherliam

“then don’t think.”

voice lulls the despairing pleas that came in between their pressed mouths, seeking each other’s warmth, hungry for a taste of the other. sherlock’s finger traces a line across the fine curve of william’s cheekbones, down his jawline, committing to memory every little detail. it’s not nearly enough, he thinks.

haunting william’s every thought is the beginning - breaking him is beyond his intentions, but creation doesn’t love stagnancy, nothing is created from the static. for there to be something to change, a body has to be broken beforehand, split into smaller components, rearranged and treasured, and who else is better at dismantling layers upon layers of facade than a detective smitten by the temptation of mystery? shrouded in these lies, william’s become something even sweeter, addictive like no other.

sherlock’s mind wanders, blue sapphire meeting ruby-tinted eyes. “ well - can’t say it bothers me, having every bit of you, including your thoughts. would love to listen what’s inside that head of yours. is it something you can give me, liam? ”

to purposefully goad him into something harsher feels like a poor call, and still, the gnawing feeling in his chest doesn’t fade away. instead, the pace quickens, his stomach shrinks with something akin to desire, the kind that leaves a man hovering close to the edge, stalked by the abyss. he wants to take the leap, give it all in, to be engulfed by nothing else but the depths of william’s thoughts. a selfish parts wants it to belong only to him. he lets it spill all at once: his mouth returns to its previous position, sucking at william’s lower lip, hands occupied with unfastening william’s belt, then his own.

he takes both their sensitive points in a grip.

it’s quick, insistent. he’s got none of the care and patience that distinguishes william’s gait, the way he crafts his plans; sherlock is aware of the chaos, the force that makes the house of cards crumble. william gasps beneath him, their bodies finding the perfect rhythm between fluid riding and heavy pressure as he pushes william further down into the mattress. the sun’s all set now, leaving only darkness in its absence. the night gives them privacy, bad deeds done in secret but there’s nothing sacrilegious about this. william is the closest thing to heaven sherlock’s ever had, if there was a God at all.

“come on, liam. be good and say my name. you’ve been way too quiet for someone who’s supposedly thinking about nothing else but me. show me. tell me how much you want it.”

@cursedfell

//nudity, ns/w

God bless bisexuals

I finished! This took way longer than it should've tbh considering it isn't very long, but i kept getting distracted by games and other ideas. Sorry for taking so long. Here's the reveal @hurlingdown it's mee!! I'm 👻! I had a nightmare someone else posted something claiming to be 👻 but its me.

How to Breed your Captain

Shanks x Male!Reader. Top reader, omegaverse. 3327 words. 't' thoughts. Shanks has a posay.

You’re sitting down, sipping on some ale, when you realize Shanks hasn’t been back yet. You and Shanks were chatting when he said that he was “gonna take a piss”. However, that was around 10 minutes ago and he still isn’t back. You’re starting to get a little concerned. You know how your captain is when he’s drunk, and you knew he didn’t look all there when he had left, but he hadn’t even drank that much. He’s an experienced drinker, even if he’s known as a drunk he wouldn’t get woozy over what was around a mug and a half of ale. ‘Did he drink earlier without telling me?’ You think to yourself, that being the only option you can think of to why he would look off while leaving or take this long. The thought doesn’t help your anxiety though, I mean he gets clumsy and even more carefree when he’s not all there, what if he slipped and hit his head on the toilet, or threw up hard enough that he passed out? Your leg bounces anxiously, Shanks is a grown man that should be able to handle himself but you know that isn’t always the truth, almost as much as Beckman. “Dammit.” You curse and put your mug of ale down, unable to handle the anxiety anymore. You’ll have to get up to go check up on the idiot, that’s what you thought since when you get to the bathroom it’s empty. “Did he go to his room?” You mumble and walk over to his cabin. He does have a bathroom in there, though it doesn’t make sense he would go all the way over there for it. Maybe he forgot that he was having a conversation with you on the way to the bathroom and went to sleep. When you get to his room you knock on the door, smells kinda off, maybe he’s sick. “Captain!?” You yell out, man if you didn’t care about him this much you would’ve just left him to his devices. ‘Should I just.. open the door..?’ You wonder. Deciding against it you hold your ear to the door, trying to listen for any snores. When you don’t hear any you get concerned, you can tell the light it on. The smell is getting weirder too, did he actually throw up? Your head feels fuzzy too, maybe the ale was stronger than you both thought..

[Earlier]

“fuck…” Shanks mumbles as he walks down the hallway. It’s taking everything he has to keep his pheromones inside his body, using all his experience of holding in pain both physical and mental to help him. Holding things in is making it worse, he’s just making himself emotional faster, but he can’t be spotted like this. His thoughts go to earlier, when you two were drinking. He had already started feeling off around you lately, sometimes he forgets he’s an omega since he takes blockers and doesn’t really pay attention to those specific labels, so he brushed it off as him just taking a liking to you. He fucks because he can, and any parts that are different are just the things given to him. The only times he remembers he’s an omega is when he’s reminded, either during sex or during medical appointments, though sometimes he isn’t paying attention even then.. Well he wishes he was paying attention now. Hongo had always told him that even if he took blockers that he should keep track of when he was supposed to have heats, just in case something ever went wrong during those times; but Shanks being Shanks, pushed that aside. He wouldn’t need to know all that, if anything happened he would just deal with it, Hongo keeps track anyway; so the doctor could just deal with it. Medical stuff isn’t his specialty.

‘I might be the biggest idiot in the world.’ Shanks tells himself as he shoves his door open and falls onto his bedroom floor, kicking it closed with his foot. Why hadn’t he put it together? Liking you, starting to feel off around you recently, feeling hornier than usual… why did it not click? What’s wrong with him? Is he stupid? Shanks lets out a small groan as he presses his thighs together, already feeling the slick between them. He had heard before of something like love activating a heat even if blockers were taken, but it was rare and sounds way too romantic. Plus, Shanks is more than grown now. Healthy, but not a teenager that can’t control their hormones. He slides a hand down to his pants, over his crotch, and presses down. Pleasure shoots through him and he tries to cover his mouth to muffle a moan, forgetting that he doesn’t have another hand to muffle it with. It makes him jolt and he shakily sits up and tries to sense if anyone is near, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel anyone. He manages to get onto his feet, trying to imagine he’s just drunk as he flops onto his bed on his stomach; then rolls onto his back. ‘Should I knock myself out?’ He considers seriously, knowing how it feels to have a heat without a partner. It’s miserable, no matter how many times you cum it keeps feeling like it isn’t enough. What’s worse is you just get depressed too! God he would rather go through a terrible hangover. His crotch is pulsing, fluttering and clenching around nothing as his breath starts to quicken. Shanks slips a hand into his pants and parts his lips, the amount of slick he feels making him flinch. “God what am I this wet for?” He mumbles and his mind immediately goes to you, making his womb throb in response with a whine. He isn’t an insecure man, but you’ve never really shown any genuine interest in him. You’ve flirted with him, maybe even alluded to a fling, but he doesn’t want a fling. Here it goes with the negative thoughts. He likes you, he loves you, even if he shouldn’t. He’s your captain and older than you. An older omega… would he even be able to give pups at this age? The thought rings through him and he tears up with a whine. He’s pushing 40, he isn’t as fertile as he used to be, even if he’s an omega he isn’t good enough. His body isn’t good for pups, he drinks and fights and he’s above his prime. He aged like fine wine appearance wise but what does that matter? Shanks is just a pretty face and a pretty body. His fingers play with his clit as he starts to cry softly, feeling pathetic. When he was younger he cursed the people who told him he would regret not having pups while he was young, he still does now; but when in his heat... he agrees with them. It’s the hormones, this is known, but this pain is real. He keens out for a mate that isn’t there. A dangerous man, a whore, used up and useless. All these things that would never bother him, things that he even sometimes took pridefully, fill his mind and make him miserable. It makes his first orgasm feel like shit, the pleasure doing nothing. ‘Useless useless useless’ his omega mind tells him as he turns his head to the side, unable to even wipe his tears.

[Now]

You sniff the door more, trying to figure out what it is until you catch a whiff of something. It feels erotic at first, like alcohol, which is why you mistook it as maybe your breath from the ale; but you start to realize that it isn’t. You press your nose to the door and sniff again, smelling it stronger. Salty, a stinging like alcohol and the salty sea. It smells like Shanks, but it’s usually softer than this, more calm. This smells more… unstable. Even when he was drunk he didn’t smell like this. The scent turns rotten, more salty and more like wine that wasn’t sealed properly, negative and stressful “Captain?” You call out as you knock on the door again, getting less irritated due to worry. Unknown to you, Shanks hears you, but it only made him feel better for a moment. It’s a whirlpool, he’s happy you’re here, happy you sound worried, but what now? The only good parts of him are the fact that he’s confident, sure of himself. If he isn’t then he would just be some insecure, pathetic, drunk, old omega giving himself away. No, no, he can’t let you see him like this. You get a headache as the scent gets weaker, then stronger as he tries and fails to hold it in. “Captain, are you okay? What’s going on? Should I call someone?”

“No!” He yells out instinctively, startling you slightly.

“Okay.. I will.. not—call someone.” You respond, still hesitant. You’re close to Shanks but not as close as maybe Beckman, another omega. “Are you sure though? I can call Beckman.” Shanks thinks about that, that actually might make him feel a bit better; but Beckman isn’t you. Plus he has a feeling Beckman would just scold him, maybe even tell him to go to you. God he’s pathetic. “Captain, I know we aren’t as close but is there something I can do?”

…

“C..Can you just… stay here?” He mumbles, it’s quiet to the point where you can barely hear it.

‘He wants me to stay!?’ You think to yourself, shocked. You’ve already gotten hard from his pheromones, what if you say something stupid? “Uh are you su-”

“You don’t want to?” Shanks sounds vulnerable, weak, and you shake your head quickly despite him not being able to see it.

“No, no, I’m okay staying here,” ‘God he sounds so cute I wanna see him.’ “I was more worried that you don’t actually want me here.” You say, your mind spinning a little. You’re doing your best to stay calm, unfortunately that’s only making Shanks feel worse since he’s thinking that he’s so unattractive that you’re completely fine despite his pheromones going strong. “I just want to make you feel better.” Caught in a bad spot, the two of you are. Shanks is insecure and feeling worse because you seem completely fine, and you’re doing your best to hold yourself together because Shanks is distressed. This is going nowhere but down. “Are you uhm.. in heat? Did you forget your blockers?”

“Gods, I didn’t. It would make things easier if it were just that.” Shanks says, biting his lip when he slips a finger inside himself.

‘Why is he so emotional, am I doing something wrong? Am I this emotional during a rut?’ Your mind races as you try to think of anything to save this. You try to think of something that you would like to hear during a stressful rut. “..Do you need help?” When you’re met with silence you consider playing it off as a bad joke but then there’s a response.

“What good is helping an old geezer like me?” He says, his voice sad. Your mind goes blank for a moment, what is he saying? He’s completely out of your league asking what good is there? He isn’t even that old!

“Well- uh.. you’re sexy?” You sound a bit unsure, not knowing if you’re doing something good. When you smell him slightly calm you feel slight relief. Shanks may not want just a fling, but hearing the person he loves call him sexy is always a plus. “You’re super hot, and you’re incredibly attractive in all ways both physically and personality wise.” You keep throwing out compliments, flooding them in as your captain’s pheromones seem to be reacting positively. “I know I make fun of your arm jokes but they’re actually funny, even when they’re not they’re funny in an unfunny way; especially since you always look so bright and proud of yourself when you get the perfect opportunity to make one. Your eyes crinkle up happily, it’s super cute.” His sadness is subsiding and turning into a small glee as you continue, his hips bucking into his fingers. You press your hands against the door, “You’re the most desirable person and omega I've ever me-” and fall through it onto Shanks’s bedroom floor. Oh. When the redhead had struggled inside earlier he hadn’t closed it properly, so it opened at the pressure. He stares at your form on the ground, not sure whether to laugh or beam that you’re inside. You get up onto your knees and your brain immediately goes numb from the smell of him, the scent through the door can’t compare to this. It makes your mouth water and you forget about your embarrassment. Shanks is about to ask if you’re okay when you get up onto your feet and look at him, your pupils dilating at the sight. Your captain is laying there, propped up on his elbow. You can see glistening on his fingers, slick. He follows your gaze and gets embarrassed.

“Had to make do, being alone and all.” He mumbles, trying to play it cool. Exceedingly hard when his face is still flushed and his muscles are tensing from trying not to pull you to him. You walk over to him and grab his wrist, making him flinch and gasp when you wrap your lips around his wet fingers, groaning at the taste. His womb throbs and he purrs involuntarily from the action, his body pleased that his alpha is here. “(Y/n) I-”

“Shh, I’m here now.” You pull back and move yourself between his legs, your tent above his clothes weeping cunt. “Fuck, I can almost feel how wet it is just from this.” You grind down on him and he throws his head back with a cry, pleasure shooting through him as his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You can’t help it, you need to fuck him, your hands go to the hem of his pants and pull it all off. He’s wet, it would be so easy to thrust into him, you put your tip at his entrance and pause.

“...?” Shanks props himself up to look at you, you’re sweating and clenching your teeth. You’re holding back, Shanks hasn’t given consent yet and your body is punishing you for daring to stop yourself from breeding an omega in front of you; but you can’t, you can’t do this to your captain if he doesn’t want it just because you couldn’t control yourself. Shanks realizes this and grabs your shirt to pull you down for a kiss, his lips moving against yours passionately until he pulls back. “Fuck me.” He whispers. “Please…” Your eyes fog over and you grab his legs to pull him back onto your cock while thrusting into him, his body adjusting to you immediately as he gasps. So ready for cock and now he’s all yours. He’s already a mess below you, squirming. It’s not long before his walls pulse around you and he wails, his orgasm coming suddenly after being pent up and distressed this whole time. His arm clutches onto the back of your shirt as your hips move, “Breed me please please I need it.” gripping onto it so hard you’re sure it’ll stretch out. It doesn’t matter though, not when his pussy is clenching around you so well as he begs you to give him pups. Him being a powerful pirate or the captain of an important crew doesn’t matter, he just wants to be your omega. Fuck, you’ll keep him pregnant over and over until he can’t think about anything except getting bred and taking care of his pups, your pups. Your knot starts to inflate and Shanks lets out pheromones to give you every sign he wants it, shaking as he reaches his second orgasm. Gummy walls squeeze around you and leak slick as he cries out while you continue to fuck him; painting his insides with your seed. Your knot slowly forces its way inside with your thrusts until it pops inside of him with a squelch. Shanks feels dizzy, happy, he puts his hand on his stomach purring until he remembers how old he is. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you rub your scent glands onto his.

“Pups.. I'm.. it’d be hard for me to get them.” He feels like crying, tearing up while he looks away feeling ashamed. You think for a moment, then pick him up and walk towards the door that’s still open with your dick still inside him, closing it. You won’t need to lock it, everyone will get the hint the moment they even get near the hallway. You plop down onto the bed with him on your lap and thrust up into Shanks, your knot still inside.

“It doesn’t matter. If it’s hard for you to get pups then we can keep trying.” You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll do it over and over until your womb is overflowing with me.” Shanks pants, his eyes glazing over at your romantic(?) words.

“Alpha~” He whines and you pull him in for a kiss, making out with him until your knot unswells enough you can lay him back on the mattress and hook his legs over your shoulders into a mating press. You kiss him one more time before thrusting into his wet cunt, squelching with slick as you fuck your own cum deeper into him. Your mouth goes to his neck, sucking hickeys where you’re planning on biting him once his heat is over. When you can fuck your seed into him and mate him while he’s fully himself. This angle is deeper than before and you feel the tip of your dick kiss his cervix, making his head throw back with pleasure as slick drips down your balls and coats your thighs. His plump chest from his muscles move with each thrust, nipples perked up like they’re already going to lactate. Your hand goes to one and squeezes the flesh there, his heat making them softer than usual. He likes it, cries getting louder since he can’t speak anymore. Your knot swells up for the second time and he cums again, struggling to make more noise that shows he’s yours as his throat goes sore. It doesn’t even matter if he didn’t love you, your dick is too addictive, he’d never be able to have another. You pound into him and his cervix, one hand on his thigh and the other on his breast. You’re a perfect match and as you slam into him the to his cervix shoots your cum directly into his womb as your cock ruins his pussy for the second time.

“My omega.” You mumble and kiss him again as he manages to purr happily, your scents mixing together like you’re already mated.

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Shanks pants, his red hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as you fuck into him. Your clothes around the bed into a nest as soon as you both calmed enough to let him make one. His stomach is swollen with your seed, you’ve been breeding him for days now because of this strong pent up heat and now his brain is numb with nothing but you. You finally slip out of him with a pop and jizz pours from his used hole, loose and bred. His breasts have bites on them and the nipples swollen along with his clit from being played with so many times. You lean over and peck his kiss bitten lips, tears of pleasure staining his cheeks. “Pretty omega, my pretty captain omega~” You continue to kiss his face and he sighs in relief, closing his eyes. This was rough for the both of you to do for so long but you both have good stamina and you’ll learn soon how clingy Shanks can be as your mate.

Us three // Arthur Morgan x Reader x John Marston smut

Summary: Arthur Morgan & John Marston are having some arousing time with Reader.

Warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration

Words: 2471

Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Author: Cass & Rouge

In that split second before the touch every nerve in your body and brain were electrified. It’s the anticipation of being together in a way that’s more than words, in a way that’s so completely tangible.

And you’ve never thought about being in such a situation.

You were their drug. One touch and the intoxication was instant. Just your scent sent them into a heady trance, one that didn’t end until your bodies were still once more, just warm and snuggled in as close as three souls could be.

Your back were leant against cold, stone wall of the bedroom. Arthur was on your left, John on the right.

Czytaj dalej

Fine, okay, look, you've been a perfect little pet for mommy. That's what you wanted to hear right? That you've been a perfect pet? Well you've left a lot to be desired as a fucking roommate. Mommy's getting tired of picking up the slack with the chores we were supposed to split evenly. Good girls do what they're told, right? How about this: good girls pick up the beer cans they left on the coffee table. Good girls refill the dishwasher before they get high and destroy a pot of ramen on the stove. Can good girls refill the fucking ice tray? Please? Come the fuck on stop humping my leg for one second

Reblog cause I'm a whore.

don't fret precious, i'm here

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QUONA ON PATREON | prints | ko-fi | commission

Hello again my darlings. I return to you with more smut.

I've got a piece coming up that required me to ask myself: "what does South Downs era Crowley wear?"

My answer was: "a collar."

But... I can't draw filth for that particular project, so I decided to paint two pieces. This is my smutty South Downs era Aziracrow. Hope you like it.

Detail shots from the high res under the jump!

If you like this piece and wanna see more smut, I just launched my Patreon where I'll be posting Patron-only NSFW smutty exclusives every month!

@goodomensafterdark

TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Ineffable Kinktober Day 2: Virginity

| Curious starmaker discovers a new supernova

@goodomensafterdark

Full version | My ko-fi

don't fret precious, i'm here

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QUONA ON PATREON | prints | ko-fi | commission

Hello again my darlings. I return to you with more smut.

I've got a piece coming up that required me to ask myself: "what does South Downs era Crowley wear?"

My answer was: "a collar."

But... I can't draw filth for that particular project, so I decided to paint two pieces. This is my smutty South Downs era Aziracrow. Hope you like it.

Detail shots from the high res under the jump!

If you like this piece and wanna see more smut, I just launched my Patreon where I'll be posting Patron-only NSFW smutty exclusives every month!

@goodomensafterdark

Snek tattoo in progress

WIP

LOOK AT THIS ART OF ME! LOOK AT IT!

My dear friend @trebol-negro sent this beautiful little portrait of me along with a print of a piece that she painted for our art swap earlier this year -- naga for naga.

Trébol painted this incredible Naga!Crowley (uncensored and VERY NSFW version on AO3, here) for me:

...and I painted this for Trébol (uncensored and ALSO very NSFW version on my Patreon, here):

You can find Trébol on: Tumblr | Instagram | AO3 | Ko-Fi

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BOTH OF THESE PIECES OF ART, TREBOL, ILU.

A DEEPLY NSFT WIP LURKS UNDER THE JUMP

-whisper- its a very subby collared Crowley in exceedingly risqué lingerie and a very Dom Aziraphale holding him by a leash.

Look at his lil fangies tho!

Super hype about this one.