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°•♡really wanna be a maid since I like cleaning, but wanting to serve a rich prevy mommy who'll make me wear a remote controlled vibrator, so she can walk in and see the mess I made on the marble floor. My punishment being to make her cum or else I'll have to lick my mess from the floor. I don't wanna leave because of how good the pay is but if I don't complete a order i'll be fired. Being trained to be the best slutty maid who sucks mommys tits when asked, being paid extra to make her friends cum as well when they're over. Licking her grool is apart of cleaning she says, so she'll make me lap at her cunt for hours until she says it's clean enough. Need a mommy who'll force me with money to be a slutty little maid for her entertainment ♡•°
I've got a request 😄
Car sex with Natty when you're both stranded on the middle of nowhere because of heavy rain
Pairing: GP!Dom!Natasha Romanoff x Sub!Fem!Reader
Synopsis: (the request)
Warnings: 18+, car sex, vaginal penetration (r receiving), oral sex (r giving), fingering (r receiving), vibrator torture, dry humping, r watching nat masturbate, degradation, praise, pain kink, mommy kink (n)
a/n: Need some nat smut on here fr
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You and Nat decided to go for a drive. Nowhere in particular, it was just one of those days. It was gloomy and you had warned Natasha about the forecasted heavy rains. She ignored you, wanting to be out with you so bad. Eventually the rains got so bad that she pulled to the side of the road in a rural area.
"See, Natty, I told you so!" you boasted, "I was right!"
Natasha looked over at you. You knew she hated being proven wrong, so the look she shot you radiated pure need to punish you. She climbed over the console, straddling your lap. She reclined the seat and you felt the bulge against your heated cunt. Fuck she made you so wet with just one look.
"Mmmm, getting cocky, are we, kotenok?"
You stared up at the redhead topping you and whimpered pathetically.
"That's what I fucking thought, brat."
She began sucking and kissing your neck, knowing what spots made you moan and arch your back. She pulls you onto her lap. You start to grind on her thigh, rolling your hips to get friction from her jeans in your soaked and pantiless pussy.
Natasha began to trail her hands under your shirt, teasing your nipple under the fabric, delighted that you weren't wearing a bra. She removes your shirt, watching your tits fall free. She leans down and sucks one of your nipples, biting and marking the left one before moving to the left one, hickeys forming. She removes her mouth, your tits glistening with saliva as she kisses up your neck, then your lips. You two make out, and as she slips her tongue in your mouth she thrusts two fingers into your pussy, making you moan and inhale sharply. She finger fucks you, adding a third finger.
"F-fuck Natty, want your dick right now," You moan between kisses, groping stupidly toward her pants. Nat pulls out of you.
"Did you get permission you needy little whore?" Natasha asks, not waiting for an answer. You shake your head, but she's not looking. She turns back to you, holding a black vibrator wand. Of course Natasha would have one, fully charged, in her car. She moves your seat back to give her more room and a better view. She turns the vibrator on, and as she presses it on your pussy, you automatically being whimpering and trying to hump the vibrator like you had just done with her thigh. she laughs at your pathetic attempts and slaps your pussy, drawing a moan from your mouth. Nat smirks, remembering your pain kink. She moves the vibrator to your tits, moaning when she sees how they move with the vibrations while her other had pinches your clit. the single pinch almost causes you to cum right then and there.
"fuck mommy, I'm gonna cum! Please- please-" you cry, Natasha still pinching your clit. She makes a noise, acknowledging she heard you, while she turns off the vibrator off and gives your clit a final pinch.
"Good girl, telling mommy you were gonna cum. But mommy's not done yet." Natasha says, before stripping herself. Her tits drop from her bra, and her cock springs from her boxers. You almost start drooling at the sight. Natasha has decided to make you watch her masturbate so you cum. She spits on her hand so she can start stroking her dick, base to tip. You whine and grind on the seat, wishing it was you making Nat moan and her dick twitch. She turns the vibrator to her own tits, letting out a groan. She continues stroking her cock in front of you.
"Fuck y/n wish this was your pretty mouth on my dick."
You whine loudly at the comment, still grinding, this time on your fingers which you've stuck inside yourself. As she quickens her pace, so do you, fucking yourselves faster and faster until you both cum at the same time. Natasha groans for you to come clean her up. You crawl over and begin to suck her dick clean of cum. but why stop there? you continued to suck on her till she came all over again, this time in your mouth. She was encouraging you the whole time.
You sucked up the cum and released her tip from your mouth, kitten licking it a couple of times. she praised you, and noticing that the rain had cleared, began to re-dress, kissing you before starting on the drive home.
sugar mommy!carol danvers x reader
summary: you let your sugar mommy dress you in a maid outfit and have her way with you
warnings: groping, fingering (r receiving), strap-on use (r receiving), oral (r giving (implied) and receiving), spanking, there's one pussy smack, carol in a sweatpants, captain kink, heavy use of petnames, orgasm denial, maid outfit, praise, carol is very condescending, smut 18+ only
warnings clearly stated, please don't report
what if theoretically you wrote bratty sub Miguel smut, with a masc reader, and Miguel is being like all whiney and bratty so reader stops touching him and then he literally BEGS to be touched again, THEORETICALLY 👀
my digital footprint is so silly 🥰
haha yk ive always liked science, so lets test that theory out shall we?
(i have never written smut please forgive me.)
what if theoretically, after miles joins spiderman inc. (that was a bad joke) he gets really bitchy and bratty and starts trying to take control everywhere else he can, for example, at home. its starts with small things like grumbling softly when you pick him up. but gets increasingly more annoying. like bitching about every last speck of dust. and you get annoyed. really annoyed. so one day you just pin him to the door the moment he gets home and fucking growl at him before he can even say a thing. he flinches a little bit but growls back because he still wants to be in charge. you kinda expected this soooo... you fucking manhandle him all the way upstairs to your bedroom. him growling and snarling at you like a fucking dog. so, of course you treat him like one, muzzling him and restraining him. he doesnt get the hint. he just keeps acting bratty and feral. so you get out some lube and slick up your fingers, sticking two in him from the get go. hes loose. you ask him why hes loose and he still has the audacity to go 'not like i need to tell you, if you werent enough for me whys that my fault hm?' this fucking brat. you curl your fingers, hitting his prostate dead on as he gasps pathetically. you take the muzzle off and shove a ball gag into his mouth. you finger him roughly until he's on the edge of ecstasy. you pull away at that moment, causing him to whine loudly, trying to shout at you for more. he hasn't learned his lesson hm? oh well. you decide to leave the room, with him tied up and whining, but not before roughly shoving a vibrator into him, edging him from the living room. you come back two hours later and hes crying, begging incoherently when he sees you. hes made such a mess with tears, drool and pre. you fake a disgusted expression as you remove the shackles from his legs. hes crying even harder, begging you for something, anything. you sit down in a chair and watch as he half crawls to you, his knees aching. as he kneels before you you ask him 'have you learned your lesson?' before removing his ball gag. a slurred together series of 'yes yes yes' and 'im sorry sir, ill be better' and also 'please! im so so so sorry just touch me please!!!' comes out. you put your foot on his crotch and he moans at the feeling. 'disgusting. how pathetic.' you say, causing him to cry harder, pathetically humping your foot for some friction.
hoping you werent bored by this,
prince
p.s. want a part two?
p.s.p.s beware of digital footprint guys! stay silly!! (it is 1am. i dont know what im saying.)
here’s ftm bucky content that no one asks for :) mdni 18+. not proof read. credit goes to @luvrbucks bc they gave me the inspo for this
it had been a long day for bucky. a stressful one especially. between still getting a grasp with overcoming things while he was the winter soldier and learning to become part of civilization again. it was undoubted hard.
oh and the arm wasn’t making it any easier.
bucky walked into the apartment you guys shared, kicking his shoes of and handing his jacket up. you were lying on the couch waiting on him to get home.
“stressful day baby?” you asked. you’d always been able to read bucky. his tells always gave him away. tense shoulder and jaw. the deep sighs he would let out. you knew how stressed he was.
you could also tell by the way that he was rolling his shoulders that his arm was bothering him. you stand up and walk towards him. taking his hand and leading him towards your shared bedroom, “cmon, lemme help you relax.”
once you got him in the bedroom you slowly started peeling his clothes off starting with his shirt, then his pants and underwear in one go. “you’re beautiful baby.” you whisper in his ear. you turn him around to look in the mirror before starting to kiss down his neck. slowly trailing your hand down is naval before gently rubbing circles on his clit.
“f-fuckkk” bucky moans before throwing his head back on your shoulder. “mm-mm baby. watch yourself in the mirror or i stop.” he grinds his hips on your fingers before lifting his head up to watch himself.
you guide two fingers down to his hole. circling the entrance before finally sinking in. “shit baby,” you mutter “so goddamn tight for me hmm?”. bucky’s eyes flutter but determined to keep them open so you don’t stop rubbing that place deep inside him that have him seeing nothing but stars.
your consistent pressure mixed with circles on his clit had bucky cumming faster than he’d like to admit. “you gonna cum for me? i can feel you clenching around me buck. you’re right on the edge.” bucky whines before nodding.
“yes, please can i cum? i need it so fucking bad. please” he begs you. tears in his eyes. legs shaking and pussy making a mess between his thighs. “mmm, only if you tell me that you’re my pretty boy” you utter into his ear grinding against his ass.
buck whines in protest “i can’t it’s too much. i’m so close” you shake your head in faux disappointment. “that’s too ba-” you slowly pull out before he interrupts “fine, fuck, i’ll say it” you slowly slide back in. the squelch of your fingers sliding back into his pussy audible to the both of you. you start up with your thrusts against his g-spot and circles on his clit.
“i-i’m you’re, shit, your pretty bo-“ buckys mouth drops open and a near pornagraphic moan leaves his mouth as he tips over the edge of ecstasy. you help him ride out his orgasm before finally pulling your fingers out and gently placing a kiss on his forehead.
“yeah you’re my pretty boy baby”
Cheering up Stevie
In this story, the subs are the reader and Chrissy, in a four person poly relationship w Steve and Eddie, and they refer to Steve as Sir and Eddie as Daddy. 🥰 Also modern au in which Eddie and Chrissy are all good and everyone is 25 to make things easier
Reupload as there was a few parts I wanted to change
Includes 18+, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, daddy kink, sir kink, poly relationship, reader is female, thigh riding, boot riding. Sub reader Sub Chrissy Dom Eddie Dom Steve
Please remember reblogs are really helpful and comments make my year! :)
Word count 2.3k plus
Warnings: smut, dom!reader, sub!narcissa
You kissed her back, grasped her waist, and pushed her even further up the wall. Your hand went up and down her body to her pelvis, teasing her. Your lips proceeded to her jawline, making sure you didn't miss anything. You then began to kiss and sucking your way down her neck to her sweet spot. Her mouth made a little sound, barely loud enough for you to hear.
You smiled as you went up and kissed her again, then pushed her dark green dress down her body, exposing herself completely. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. With her black velvet heels, she quickly kicked it away. You tutted, "Naughty girl, just begging to be touched, hm?"
When you looked up at her, her dark eyes were already fixed on you. You knew what she wanted: to be fucked like the desperate whore she was.
You quickly fastened your lips onto her nipple, causing her to gasp. You swirled your tongue around it, then lifted your left hand to take the other one into your fingers.
You discarded both and returned to her pelvis, teasing her. "Please..." she whimpered as she looked down at you. "And what would you like me to do, flower?" you chuckled against her skin, making her shudder.
Her cheeks flushed even as she thought about what she wanted you to do to her. "Touch me, plea-" You cut her off, which irritated her greatly. "Hmm, do I really want to do that?" Or do I want to see you squirm?"
She frowned, unsure what to say. But you couldn't say no to this little beauty, so you waited for her to respond. "Please, baby," she whispered as you stepped back up to kiss her.
Because of the nickname, you reddened. Your hand trailed its way down Narcissa's breasts and abdomen, then halted between the older woman's thighs, pushing against her smooth, delicate little cunt, causing a quiet moan from the older woman.
You ran your fingers along her slit, slightly brushing her sensitive spot. A whimper filled the room, turning you on even more. As your fingers circled her clit, your tongue crept into her lips.
"Please," she sobbed, attempting to remain silent, "use your fingers-" You complied by shoving two fingers into her already-soaked cunt. However, you didn't move them. "Merlin, Cissa, you're tight." In response, she groaned and jerked forward into you.
"Such pretty noises," you purred, sinking your head to latch your lips onto Narcissa's delicate neck, causing Narcissa to cry and clutch your waist with her hands. Her hands were so tight around your waist that her knuckles had turned white, and you had hardly started.
"Such a gorgeous girl," you hummed against Narcissa's soft skin. "What a pretty little body. Look how it moves for me." Narcissa was so overcome with pleasure that she couldn't respond.
"So wet," you commented, almost mockingly. "Does your husband even touch you? Cissy, you're starving." Your teeth nibbled at Narcissa's neck, causing her to gasp shallowly and tilt her head back even further. "That man is an idiot. He had you in his bed every night and never touched you?" You made a smirk.
"He never spread your pretty little body across his bed, took you hard and stretched your tiny hole?"
Narcissa shook her head, out of breath. "N-no," she wept. "He never touched me..." You muttered something. "What a fool." You continued to suck and kiss her neck.
"Please move them," she whimpered, indicating to your fingers within her. Your skilful fingers circled Narcissa's clit until the older woman was gasping and writhing, pushing her hips up to seek more, and then abruptly, without warning or saying anything, your two fingers pounded in and out of Narcissa's cunt, prompting a little scream from the woman.
"You truly are starved," you remarked once again, repeatedly plunging your fingers into Narcissa's tight heat until she was almost weeping sliding slowly down the wall. "And tight. You can't even take a good fucking without crying."
As you caught her with your free hand, you grabbed her thigh, touching her ass. You looked at her deep brown eyes. Though her tears didn't fall, they welled up somewhat till her eyes gleamed with them as she struggled to process the incredible pleasure she wasn't used to the feeling, her body demanding for more.
She placed her arms around your neck for support, burying her head there as well. As she bit at your neck, her beautiful moans and screams were almost muffled.
You could hear yourself fucking her. The wet sounds from your fingers thrusting in and out of her, her soft moans filled the room. Her head falls back when you add a third finger, stretching out her tight walls.
When you noticed that she was looking away from you, your motions came to a complete halt. "I want to see your gorgeous little face when I have you cumming all over my fingers as I fuck you. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes! Please don't stop—" When you resume your motions, she is cut off. Your fingers return to her clit, pushing more more firmly.
This time she screams out loud, and her legs tremble violently. Your gaze rises to her hot face, her lips wide and her eyes rolling, her bared, exquisite chest rising and falling so forcefully that her breasts practically bounce. Her legs totally give out, and you can see she's only minutes from from coming undone.
"Y/n, just like that!" She whimpers as your motions get more intense.
She gives out a loud sob as her inner muscles tighten around you almost excruciatingly tightly. Her body trembles from head to toe, her little body sliding down the wall as her muscles fail and she is unable to stand on her own.
You lower her down inch by inch, continuously hammering her with your fingers and circling her clitoris while she grips you tighter and tighter, whimpers following her convulsions. "Let it all out, Princess. Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my fingers."
"F-f-uuuuck," she shrieks as she plunges headfirst into an earth-shattering climax. Her facial expression was enough to get you off right there. A warm liquid coats your fingertips, and you watch it fall to the floor, almost fascinated.
You unhook your thumb from her intimate centre and lower your knee beneath her as she collapses the rest of the way down the wall. You take care not to let her frail and defenceless body fall exposed on the floor.
Her trembling thighs clamp around yours as your fingers assist her through the last of her climax. She bucks a bit, her sweaty face buried against your neck and her fists balled into your chest, clenched around what she can get hold of of your bra, which is drooping over your shoulders.
She was gasping for air. When she appears to become too sensitive to the continued simulations, with a faint wince flashing across her face and through her hips, you withdraw your fingers completely and instead circle your arms around her curled body to pull her more snugly against you as you soothe circles into her shoulders with one thumb.
She continues to carefully rub herself on your leg, and you can feel your skin getting moist with her cum. She lets out one more little sob of ecstasy before fully stilling, lovingly nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. You can't stop the adoring smile from spreading over your face as you embrace her still-shivering body.
She raises her head to look at you after a while. "Thank you," she says. "For what, flower?" you ask, perplexed. She doesn't respond, instead, snuggles back into your neck. You sigh and smile to yourself,
"Come on Cissa, let's get you cleaned up.”
I always want to make friends but at the same time I want those friends to casually joke about how they would use me. I want to be hanging out and have them suddenly tell me how kissable my lips are or how much they want to suck on my tits. I want them to comment on how short my skirts are and "jokingly" run their fingers over my clothed pussy and laugh at how wet I am.
I want them to invite me over for a sleepover then accidentally spill soda all over my nightshirt, and make me sit in my panties while we watch a movie. They'll casually stroke my nipples and make me moan, while they simultaneously tell me to quiet down. We'll lay down in their bed for the night and they'll spoon me from behind so they can reach into my panties and rub my clit. I'll whine and buck against them as they tell me how much of a whore I am for letting them use me like this. They'll blame me for being so sexy, they just had to see what it was like to fuck me. I'd cum all over their fingers and they'd make me suck it off while I gag around them.
Then they'd kiss me on the forehead and whisper against my ear, "Goodnight, bestie."
How could you possibly resist? A highly trained, skilled hypnotist decides They want to wash away your freewill and turn you into Their obedient plaything; and they have all of Their previously brainwashed toys trained and focused on your submission.
Each one programmed to want to recruit you, to want to see you placed permanently in a deep hypnotic trance and taught to comply, just as they were before. Each utterly focused on helping their Owner befriend, enchant and seduce you. Each conditioned to want to watch you submit, conditioned to feel pleasure at the sight of your blank, hypnotised eyes.
As your recruitment begins you have no idea how much attention is focused on you. Only later, as you kneel before your new Owner and have your collar fastened around your throat do you realise your Owners power. And now, with a clever new compliant toy brainwashed to do Their bidding, They are more powerful still.
cw, top!ellie, bottom!reader, jealous!ellie strap on usage (r receiving), dirty talk, public sex, bathroom sex, petnames (sweet girl, baby, etc)
summary: college!ellie and u go to dinner with some friends, one of which ellie is incredibly jealous of, so jealous bathroom sex! who cheered? i know i did.
if u enjoy this like and reblog please!! love u.
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you and ellie had been going out for about a year now, everyone in your friend group knew from the moment ellie had laid eyes on you that you were completely and utterly hers. and you were more than okay with that. ellie has always been jealous when it came to you, so everybody knew not to get too touchy with you. well, besides the new girl in the group, cassie.
according to ellie, cassie was always gawking at your ass, or staring at you for a second too long. you hadn’t noticed, and neither did any of your other friends. ellie made the conscious decision to never let you hang out with her without ellie being with you. you thought it was cute how protective she was over you, always defending you, always there to back you up.
when you told ellie you guys were invited to a dinner with your friends she politely declined, as she normally does, ellie’s not really into the whole socializing thing. but, when you mentioned cassie would be there, suddenly she was all about this dinner.
the second you guys walked into the restaurant ellie’s arm wrapped around your waist and she kept you close, you knew this was all out of jealousy, but it also was extremely hot to you. to watch her get so possessive.
you made your way to the table, ellie sitting directly beside you and cassie and dina sitting across from you guys. jesse was running late, as always. “we missed you guys,” you beam and ellie nods her head as her hand finds its way to your thigh. she loved when you wore this black dress, it rode up on your thighs when you sat and she thought it was making room for her hand.
“god we missed you, you’ve been like a little hermit crab all cooped up in your apartment.” cassie says and you laugh, but ellie does not. she gives a cocky smile and mutters, “we’ve been busy fucking.” which nobody heard besides you but it still made your cheeks feel hot. ellie grinned seeing you get all flustered, she rubbed her thumb back and forth over your thigh.
“well, how’ve you been?” you ask the table and dina fills you in on the latest about her and jesse’s on and off relationship, and cassie tells you she about her day to day, nerding out about classes and whatnot. and as she talked ellie’s hand slid further and further up your dress. “anyway, how’s life been for you?” as cassie asks you feel ellie’s finger slowly run up your clothed cunt.
“uh,” you struggle to think for a moment as ellie slowly tortures you with a slow up and down motion of her fingertip. “it’s been so good,” you give a short answer and ellie grins beside you. “why don’t you tell them about the art museum we went to last weekend baby?”
you stare at her with a pissed smile as she pulls your underwear to the side, “i’d love to hear about it.” cassie beams and you nod your head. “yeah, um we saw so many… uh,” you lose train of thought as ellie slowly circles her fingers over your clit. “so many what?” ellie teases and you gently push your hips against her fingers, “so many gorgeous paintings,”
dina looks between the two of you and furrows her brows, “you alright?” she asks you and you nod quickly, “i’m okay.” you answer quickly. ellie grins as she teases your entrance with her fingers. “she’s just kinda foggy today, she didn’t get much sleep. we were up late.” she tells them while somehow making it abundantly obvious exactly why you two were up so late.
you bite your lip to stop a soft whimper from coming out, “i’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” you say suddenly and ellie looks at you. almost a silent confirmation that you want her to meet you in there.
you slide out from the booth, quickly walking to the bathroom. you squeeze your thighs together as you lean up against the wall, waiting for ellie.
she comes in a couple moments later, and as soon as you see her you pull her close. you grab the waistband of her pants and pull her to you, smashing her lips against yours. her hands find your waist and grip at your hips, as she pushes you up against the wall. she kisses down your jaw, lightly nipping as she does. “i can’t stand the way she looks at you,” she whispers as she leaves dark hickeys all down your neck.
you whimper softly as you lean your head against the tile of the bathroom. anybody could walk in and see this dirty sight but you couldn’t care less. ellie’s hand pushes your dress up past your hips, thrusting her hips up against yours. making you feel the silicon beneath her jeans. she pulls your dress off your shoulders, laying sloppy kisses on the tops of your boobs and on your shoulders.
you quickly start undoing her jeans and she grins against your neck, “someone’s needy.” she teases and you eagerly tug down her jeans, revealing her strap. ellie pushes your underwear to the side as she gently circles her fingers over your clit. you wrap your legs around her waist and pull her close.
you grab her strap and align it with you as she thrusts into you. a moan leaves your lips and your hands bury themselves in her short hair. “you always take me so well, sweet girl.” she murmurs into your neck and you whine softly. “faster,” you beg and she thrusts into you faster and deeper. you claw at her shoulders and bury your head in her neck.
“fuck els—“ you whine softly and she grins, “i know baby, your doing so good for me, taking it like a good girl.” she praises and you moan into her neck.
she grips your thighs tight, nails digging into them, “wish cassie could see us right now, see how much of a complete and utterly useless slut you are for me, wish she could watch me fuck you dumb.” she mumbles and you toss your head back against the tile, “oh my god—“ you whimper as ellie hits that spongy spot deep inside of you.
“just like that, god, don’t stop.” you moan quietly and ellie watches as your eyes roll back, the way your body completely relaxes as she fucks into you. “nobody else can fuck you like this, nobody else can make you feel this good, isn’t that right?” ellie murmurs in your ear and you nod.
“say it.” she urges and you whine softly, “nobody else fucks me like this— god,” you whine as ellie hits that spot again, “only you can make me feel this good— fuck i’m so close” you moan loudly and a cocky grin spreads over her face, “that’s right, sweet girl.”
ellie watches as your body completely collapses against hers as you cum, profanities leave your lips along with ellie’s name.
ellie kisses your forehead and gently pulls out of you. “did so good for me baby.” she hums as she zips her pants back up. you tug your dress back down as your legs shake slightly. “how am i gonna cover these up, els?” you groan as you see the red marks down your neck. “don’t.” she grins.
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I would have taken you with me to my friend's party in revealing clothes. My friends know me and the moment they see you, they know you are daddy's good girl. They all drool while shaking hands and exchanging formality. But in reality, they were thinking about how I fucked you last night. They know how twisted and messy I am. They might check your walk, to see if I have ruined your ass or if is there a plug inside you. They might wanna touch your ass to see if you are feeling uncomfortable with all the spanks I have inflicted on you. They will praise your smile and wonder if you kept it on while I choked and fucked your throat. They admire your body, but inside they know, I have turned you into a bimbo slut who only cares for her look. They might wanna ask you something to see if there is any brain left in you or if you are just a silly little fucktoy.
They might see you as a slut, whore, fucktoy but they will respect you. Because you are holding my hand and my cumm inside your belly and that matter. Isnt it?
Could you do BrattyBottom!Larissa x Top!Fem!Tall!Reader where she pushes reader to get fucked all day but has no clue how much she's in for until the reader fucks Larissa till she can't form a single coherent word, nothing but moans, screams and whimpers, with aftercare of Larissa getting doted on like she whole heartedly deserves?
Heyyyyy anon!!! Yeaaaa, this was so much fun to write! We love some Sub!’Rissa content 🥰💖
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, bratting, d!ck riding, desk fucking, spanking, pet names, pet name kink, bratting kink, praise kink, degrading kink, spanking kink, overstimulation, aftercare, etc.
Enjoy (;
It was no surprise to anyone at the school when they found out about you and Larissa. You were both professional, well mannered women. You both were logical and even keeled (although Larissa did a have a slight temper at times). You were both outcasts within outcasts. Her being a shapeshifter and you being a telepath.
Although, Larissa had to admit, it did bother her just how even keeled and balanced you seemed to be… She appreciated and loved you and your qualities but there was just no knocking you off your game…
That little bratty side of Larissa nagged her constantly about this fact. And on one particular day, Larissa gave into her temptations. She had to see. See how far she could push you. When you would crack. If you would crack.
Larissa started simple, she wore a slightly too revealing dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage. But as you walked into her office that morning, all she got from you was a mere glance to her tits and a “nice dress, is it new?”.
Larissa huffed as you left her office. Fine. She would just have to up her game.
Throughout the day, Larissa made sure to push all her comments and words to you in her (usually only used in the bedroom) bratty tone. She whined and pouted. She whispered scandalous things into your ear in the dining hall. And much more… Many sinful things more…
But she elicited not a single reaction from you. It was beginning to frustrate Larissa. So she stepped it up yet again.
Now it came from lingering touches to actively scandalous physical displays. She dance her fingers around any body part of yours she could access. She ran her fingers through your hair. She wrapped her arm around your torso. She even smacked your ass at one point outside her office.
And you did nothing?! Larissa didn’t even get a single blush from you. By the end of the day, all that was left was a staff meeting. This was Larissa’s last chance. And she was going to go out swinging.
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You found the staff meeting to be particularly boring, but you still listened as each teacher ran through their quarterly reports. That was until you caught a very interesting thought of the blonde sitting across from you…
God, can’t this meeting just end… I’d much rather be fucking you on the table, darling…
You glanced over to Larissa to see her sitting there pretending to listen but with a small smirk on her face. She knew you had caught her thought. You took a breath and turned your attention back to Marilyn, who was currently presenting.
I’d fuck you in front of everyone here… Let them know how much I own you…
You decided to just ignore Larissa. That’s what you had been doing with all her antics today. But you bet your ass that she was going to pay for ever antic later… She just didn’t know it yet…
Do you think our colleagues would get turned on as I fucked you on this table…? I bet you’d love for me to whore you out to some of them… Marilyn perhaps…?
You were drinking from your glass of water when you heard that one, and it took everything in you not to spurt the water out all over the table. You glanced back over to Larissa to find her eyes twinkling with mischief and lust.
If I had it my way, I’d tie you to the table and let everyone take turns with you… God, I’d bet you’d love that… And I’d sit right here and watch the entire time…
You took another deep breath. You had lasted from her bratting all day and you weren’t about to break now…
Fuck, it’s turning me on just thinking about it… I’m already touching myself to simply the thought of it…
She must be bluffing. She had to be bluffing. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself without your permission. You let your eyes wander over to her figure, and sure enough… You could tell from her face… She was most definitely pleasuring herself.
Fuuuck, I’d love if you slammed me onto this table and fucked me in front of everyone… Your so strong and tall, I’m sure you could manage it… Ohhhh God, I’m… I’m close…
You swore you could smell her arousal, and Larissa face was scrunching up like it always did when she was on edge. She better not cum…
OhHhhH shit, baby fuuuuuck…!
She fucking came. That bratty bitch. You sat there simply stunned. You didn’t even look at her. You could tell simply from her thoughts. You were fuming. You had fucking had it.
The meeting ended soon after Larissa’s stunt, and you packed up your things and went directly to Larissa’s office. Luckily, you had beaten Larissa to her office. You threw your things aside and took of your heels. You threw off your shirt and took off your belt, leaving you in your bra and trousers
She needed to be taught a lesson and no, it couldn’t wait.
You then sat yourself in Larissa’s chair and waited for your lover to return. And pretty soon, the tall blonde entered her office, only to find her lover leaning back in her chair, top off and with a belt in hand. Larissa’s eyes lit up in anticipation that her plan had actually worked. You tilted your head and wickedly smirked at the blonde. And the look in your eyes made Larissa’s stomache drop.
“Hello love…” you purred with a sharp edge to your tone.
“Darling…” Larissa purred with the same bratty tone she’s been using all day and with the same bratty twinkle in her eyes, “May I ask what you are doing in my chair?”
You chuckled at her playing coy, but you were done with her games.
“Shut the door.”
“Darling, I have a parent call in 20 minutes…”
“Shut. The. Door. And don’t you dare think about locking it…” you gritted out.
Larissa gulped. She shut the door, before coming back over to you, towering over your sitting form.
You stood up to face her, “I’d call you a good girl, but you’ve been anything but.” your tone stoic and dominating.
Shivers went through Larissa’s spine as you met her height even with your heels off. Your height made her knees weak.
“You’ve come under the wrong impression that you get to tell everyone how much of a slut you are. But if that’s what you want, then we’ll properly show the school how much of a whore you are…” you sneered, “Take that slutty dress off.”
Larissa’s breath hitched at your change in tone and she was quick to follow your instructions. As she stripped, you sat back down on her chair. Larissa was now standing in front of you, completely naked.
“Bend over on my lap, you pathetic little brat.”
“Yes Ma’am…” Larissa whimpered, bending over your lap and sticking her ass up to you instinctually.
Larissa mentally prepared herself for you hand, but she was met with something else…
Smack!
Larissa whimpered out in pain and a hint of pleasure as your belt had made contact with her soft and supple ass.
“Count. And each spank, you’re going to tell me just how bratty you’ve been today.” you commanded the blonde.
“Yes Ma’am…” Larissa gasped out.
Crack!
“One, Ma’am…!” She mewled, “I’m sorry for wearing that dress…!!”
“Ah yes, such a slutty dress…” you tauntingly purred.
Whack!
“Two Ma’am!” She whimpered, “I’m sorry for all the things I said…!”
“And with such a bratty tone…” you tutted.
Smack!
~~~
By fifteen spankings, Larissa’s eyes were watery and her wetness was glistening down her thighs.
“Such a good girl in taking your punishments…” you purred, caressing her reddened ass with your hand.
Larissa whimpered in response to you sooothing her sensitive ass.
“But you were such a brat…” you tutted.
You then moved Larissa to straddle your waist, in which Larissa spent no time in grinding against your trousers. But her eyes widened when she felt a certain bulge.
“Your packing…?” She whispered.
A devilish glint twinkled in your eye, “Yes my love, I’m packing…”
Larissa gulped. You never wore your dick ahead of time unless Larissa was in trouble.
“Sit on the edge of the desk.” You told the blonde.
As Larissa did so, you removed your trousers and underwear to reveal the largest strap you owned. Larissa’s eyes widened even more and her throat went dry.
“Let’s see if we can fuck that brattyness out of you, hmm??” You tauntingly purred, “Come ride my dick, sweet slut…”
Larissa gulped and nodded slightly. She straddled you on the chair and lined up her soaked entrance to your dick. But she hesitated and looked up to you.
“I… Ma’am…? I don’t think… I can fit…” Larissa practically whispered, her face turning red in embarrassment.
“Oh baby…” you slid into Larissa as you spoke, “We’ll make you fit…”
Larissa’s breath hitched and her whole body exploded with sparks as she sunk down on you.
“It’s… Its so much… Ma’am please…” Larissa whimpered.
“Shhhh, relax sweet slut… take what your given like a good girl…” you purred into the blondes ear, as you began thrusting up into Larissa.
Larissa immediately reacted by meeting your thrusts and spewing out whimpers and mewls in response. You placed your hands on her hips and guided Larissa up and down your length at an even quicker pace.
“OhHhHHh Fuck Ma’am… feels so good don’t stop please… so full…” Larissa moaned out.
“Oh my, my poor slut can’t even make sentences even more…?” you taunted.
~~~
You continued to thrust into the blonde, quickly turning your thrusts into thorough pounding. By now, Larissa was crying and screaming out in pleasure. She’d already cum twice and you weren’t letting up.
“FUCK please too much!! Oh GOD YES…!!” Larissa screamed as she was quickly approaching her third climax.
But suddenly the desk phone rang…
Larissa’s eyes widened as she realized about the parent conference. She tried to stop and grab the phone but you continued to pound into her.
“Nun uh… You’re going to stay right here, bouncing on my cock, while you talk to those innocent parents… on speaker.” you wickedly purred.
Larissa whimpered as she reached to grab the phone which was still ringing. She clicked the answer button as well as the speaker. But before she could say anything, you had latched your lips into one of her nipples.
“Uh… yes hello this is… this is Larissa Weems…” Larissa chocked out, trying to contain her moans and cries of pleasure.
“Hi there principal weems, this is Mrs. Sinclair! I was calling for the quarterly parent conference about Enid.” The phone on the voice spoke.
You had found a new angle in which to pound into the blonde, which made it even harder for Larissa to think coherently, let alone respond.
“AhHh, yes. Miss Sinclair! Well… fuck… what would you like… to know…?” Larissa groaned.
Larissa quickly hit the mute button and met your gaze.
“I’m close please M’mmm gonna cum please can I please…??” Larissa cried out, as you continued to pound into her.
“Unmute yourself and you may cum…” you purred.
Larissa bit her lip nervously and unmuted the phone. She came and quickly muffled her screams in your neck, as her walls clenched around your dick for the third time.
In doing so, Larissa had missed everything what Mrs. Sinclair had said. This is when you stepped in.
“I’m sorry, but can Ms. Weems call you back? Thank you so much for understanding.” You said before hanging up the phone.
You then quickly took Larissa off your dick, making her whimper from the sensitivity. You turned her around and guided her to lean over her desk.
“Ma’am…?” Larissa pled, “Ma’am please… too much I’m sorry please…” as her ass wiggled in anticipation.
“Color, ‘Rissa?”
“Green…” she whimpered.
“good girl…” you purred, before sliding into her sensitive cunt yet again.
But you didn’t move. Not yet.
“Tell me what you what, sweet slut…” you purred.
“GOD fuck me please fuck me!!” She screamed.
And you happily obliged…
~~~
You’d fucked Larissa so thoroughly that once you’d finally pulled out of the blonde, she was nothing but moans, whimpers, and screams. She had collapsed on the desk while you removed your strap, and then came back over to your lover.
“Hey baby, you ok…?” You caringly purred, cupping her cheek.
Larissa hummed and nodded lightly. You chuckled at how fucked out she was.
“I’ll be right back, ok baby?” You cooed, leaving the room and going to grab a warm washcloth.
When you got back, Larissa was still in the same position and trembling slightly.
“Can I clean you up, love…?”
Larissa nodded.
“I didn’t go too far did I? How about a bath after this?”
Larissa smiled lightly and nodded again.
Once you had cleaned the majority of her thighs and legs, you carried the blonde into her private bathroom, and drew a bath for the two of you.
You carefully placed Larissa in the warm water, when Larissa lightly grabbed you causing you to fall in the bath with her with your undergarments still on.
You both laughed at Larissa’s efforts to have you join her. Larissa immediately snuggled into your arms with a slight smirk on her face.
“Maybe I didn’t fuck the brattyness completely out of you, hmmm?” you teased.
Larissa shrugged lightly before dozing off in your arms.
Hi hi! I love your work it’s honestly some of my favorite! Your recent Larissa x reader was 🔥🔥 I saw your prompt list and thought 60 and 62 sounded a little fun🤭 for maybe another Larissa x reader?
Heyyyy anon! Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed my Larissa fics 🫶🏻 I’d be honored to write this for you (it was so much fun)!! I heard a song which inspired me a bit🤭
#60. “You broke the rules…”
#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, masturbation, orgasm denial, edging, edging kink, mommy kink, praise kink, bratting, brat kink, bondage kink…?, etc.
Enjoy (;
Larissa sat by her fireplace, shoes kicked off, with a glass of wine in her hand.
It had been one hell of a week…
She sighed and took a sip of her wine.
She heard a creak of the door as you walked in.
“Hey Ris’.” You exhaled, also tired from all the grading you had done today.
“Hey, love.” She sighed back.
You fell into a chair next to her with a huff and began to fiddle with your fingers.
After minutes of silence, Larissa looked up at you with skepticism.
“What is it, Darling?”
“Sorry?” You were drawn out from your fantasies by Larissa’s words.
“What do you want? You never give me this pouty puppy act unless you want something.” She chuckled lightly.
You blushed furiously and looked down sheepishly.
“Fuck me?” You murmered.
Larissa hummed in approval of having been right and having read you so accurately.
“So my baby’s horny?” She teased lightly.
You nodded.
“Let me finish my wine, darling, and then I will fuck you, alright?”
“But I want you now…” you whined.
Larissa cocked an eyebrow at you.
“You can wait.”
“But what if I can’t?”
“Oh for Gods sake Y/N! Do not test me right now.” Larissa huffed.
“But Larissa…” you whined, making Larissa look over to you, preparing to give you a death stare to intimidate you.
But she found something else entirely…
You had swung your legs around each side of the chair and you were leaning against the back of the chair with your soaked cunt on full display…
“I need you…” you whined, as your fingers ghosted over your clit.
“Don’t. You. Dare.” Larissa growled.
“Then come help me…!” You huffed.
“No. Stop being a brat and maybe I’ll reward you after my wine.”
You huffed in response.
Larissa thought you were going to listen, but then she heard you moan.
Her eyes widened and her mouth stood agape as she watched you actually disobey her…
You had never been this bratty…
Never bratty enough to be fucking yourself in front of her when she had clearly told you no.
Larissa was stunned.
Lust and fire exploded in her veins…
She watched intensely as you thrusted your own fingers into your aching core, moaning away.
With every thrust, her blood began to boil more and more…
She waited until you were on the very edge which you needed so badly.
You were crying out desperately at this point.
“Fuck Rissa’! Im gonna cum!”
Larissa was fuming at this point, “Don’t you dare cum.” She sternly said.
“Or what?” You wiggled your eyebrows at her with hooded eyes.
“Or I might do something I’ll regret… Darling…” she stared you down with lustful intent.
You met her stare as you slipped another finger into your heat, letting out a pornographic moan while quickly approaching your edge.
But before you could go over edge, Larissa had lunged over to you and ripped your hand away.
“Oh do you have my attention now, Darling…” Larissa chuckled darkly.
~~~
She had been edging you for hours now.
And you were a tear stained, sex puddle.
Tied up to all four of her bedposts…
Vibrator relentlessly edging your clit…
Her skilled fingers rutting into you bringing you to the edge, only for her to whisk them away at a moments notice…
“No no no I’m so so sorry mommy please I’ll be so good please please let me cum..!!” You cried out, your voice strained from all the cries and begging you had done in the past few hours.
“No, only good girls get to cum…” Larissa tutted you, turning the vibrator back on.
“No no please please no more!!” You screamed, sensitive from all the overstimulation, “I’ll be good so good mommy please I promise please…!!!”
“Darling…” Larissa warned, “You broke the rules…”
Before rutting her fingers back into your dripping, puffy cunt.
“Be a good girl and take what you are given.”
You whimpered in response, “Yes mommy…”
Sub Neville with mommy kink smut? Only if you’re comfortable Ofc!!
Thanks for this request!!! I’ve have thoughts about him having a mommy kink too so…thanks for giving me a reason to write about it :))))
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☆ you pounding him from the back, spanking him every once in a while, and his face pressed into the pillow and in between moans he begging his mommy to have mercy on his poor ass, and by the time you’re done with him he’s almost passed out he’s so tried on the bed while you grab a warm rag and clean him up and you kiss his red sore ass while you praise him for being your best boy🤭🤭🤭😩😍
☆ You coming home to him jerking himself off with a pair of your pretty silky panties and by the time he sees you he's already cum and you tell him 'don't stop the show on account of me' and 'keep going for mommy sweetheart' while you tuck your hand into your waistband and play with th yourself while he begs for his mommy to come help him jerk his pretty dumb little cock off 😩😘😘🤭🤭
☆ Him in the green house working on plants when you come in after a long day and ask him 'baby will you get an your knees and eat your pretty mommy out baby?' and of course little the good baby his is he gets on his knees and eats you out there and then without hesitation ;))) 😋
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That’s all for now! But I have fucking hearts eye for this boy and him being an obedient baby and not asking just being a service bottom!!!
Can I ask for 19 and 39 to be Narcissa Malfoy? And Dom!Narcissa and Sub!Fem!Reader? And for it to be smut? I know there away another request for this and it was me I didn't get done typing it out. So please and thank you!
Hey there anon! Ofc, thx for the request!! I love writing for the one and only Cissy, my heart and soul 💕💕💕
#19. “Really? You want to try that?? Go ahead, be my guest. Find out what happens…”
#39. “Kiss my ass. I’m not kidding, get down and fucking kiss my ass.”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, ass eating, eating out, pussy eating, mommy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, etc.
Medium Length Fic
Enjoy (;
You had been needy and desperate all day.
Teaching your students was an afterthought.
Your mind was clouded by one thing the entire week: Narcissa.
So, when she came to meet you for the weekend as usual, you were extra pouty and needy.
You just wanted to be close to her so badly.
You wanted her.
You needed her.
You were both in your private quarters connected to your classroom.
You were both cuddled up, enjoying each others company.
“Mommy?” You asked, need and pout lacing your voice.
Narcissa knew that voice… you were horny.
“What is it, Baby? What can mommy do for you, hmmm?” She purred.
“Touch me? Fuck me, please?” You whimpered.
“Aw, but you haven’t earned it, darling…” she purred, rubbing your cheek gently yet sternly.
You whimpered at this.
“Well then maybe I’ll just do it myself…” you grumbled.
Cissy chuckled at this, “Really? You want to try that?? Go ahead, be my guest. Find out what happens…”
You pouted even more, resolved to just help yourself now.
You spread your legs open across the bed and began teasing yourself along your clit.
You gasped and mewled at the stimulation.
“Don’t. You. Dare.” Narcissa gritted out, as you were about to slip your fingers inside your aching cunt.
You did so anyway.
Narcissa got up from the bed, came to the edge, and grabbed your neck, pulling you up to your knees.
“And what do you think your doing?” Cissy taunted, “Did mommy say you could touch yourself?”
“Kiss my ass.” You jeered, tired of being in such a desperate state.
Narcissa darkly chuckled at that.
“Kiss my ass.” She jeered, “I’m not kidding, get down and fucking kiss my ass.”
With that, she let go of her chokehold she had on you.
You gulped and followed her instruction.
You got off the bed and went behind her. You lightly began to kiss Cissys covered ass.
You whimpered.
“What is it, my needy little slut?”
“Your clothes…” you murmured, through kisses.
She chuckled, “Well then take them off…”
You stopped kissing her clothed ass to look up at Narcissa, meeting her lustful, fiery eyes.
You got up and slowly unzipped her dress, helping her step out of the garment.
You then went back down to your knees and began kissing her fucking stunning bare ass.
“That’s a Good girl…” Cissy purred.
She grabbed onto the bedposts, and continued, “Now be good for mommy and eat my ass out like a good slut… Can you do that for mommy?”
You hummed and murmured in response, “Yes Mommy…”
You followed her instructions like a good girl, earning many praises and moans from Narcissa’s beautiful, red lips.
“Oh, OHhhHh yes… right there, good girl…” she praised you.
You ate her ass out on your knees like it was your last fucking meal.
Soon enough, Cissy was cumming with your name on her perfect, silky lips.
“You’ve been such a good girl for mommy.” Cissy purred, lifting you up to meet her, “How about you let Mommy return the favor…?”
You desperately nodded.
“On the bed for me, love.”
You immediately followed.
“Hmmm, see… you can be a really good girl…” she purred, approaching you on the bed.
She spread your legs.
“That clothes really need to go…” Cissy tutted.
With a wave of her hand, your clothes had magically aparated onto the nearby chair.
You bucked your hips up in needy anticipation.
“So desperate, aren’t you…?” Cissy purred.
You nodded eagerly.
“And your so wet for me…” Cissy said, eyeing your throbbing pussy hungrily.
She dove right in with no warning, eliciting a cry from your own lips.
Her tongue skillfully tongued through your folds and into your heated core.
You moaned and mewled and cried in delight.
And Cissy just kept eating you out. Like a talented motherfucker.
She had you on the edge within minutes.
“Oh shit! Fuck… mommy! I’m… I’m gonna cum…!!” You cried, your hand grasping onto her hair.
“You wanna cum for mommy?” Cissy moaned.
“Yes, GOD YES!” You cried out.
“Cum for me, baby.” Cissy purred.
You came screaming her name and with a white heat enveloping you.
Your legs trembling, your breath shaky, your hand clenching the bed and Cissys hair…
“Such a good girl…” Cissy purred.
Are you comfortable with teacher!Morticia and student!r? I’d love for reader to wear her uniform but her skirt is a little short, so it drives Morticia absolutely crazy, so at the end of class Morticia keeps reader back and orders reader to sit on her lap? (With smut also please?)
(Mistress kink please 😩☺️)
Hiii anon, thanks for the request! (: I am absolutely comfortable with that. Always could use more Morticia fics!
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, age gap (all legal), spanking, degrading kink, praise kink, mistress kink, thigh riding, etc.
Enjoy (;
At first you thought it would be just an innocent little thing to do for your mistress.
That she’d find it attractive.
Maybe even reward you…
But you were ohhhhh so wrong.
Whack!
Morticia slapped your bent over behind once again.
“Fuck! Nine! Please mistress I’m sorry…!” You whimpered, as you were bent over her lap, squirming in pain and pleasure.
“My little slut should have thought about this before coming to my class asking for it.” Morticia jeered, before smacking your ass again.
Smack!
“Shit ten please please I’m sorry…!” You cried out.
“Take your punishment like a good slut. After all, you’ve been driving me crazy all day acting like one.”
Crack!
“Eleven, mistress…!!”
“You just had to wear that skirt didn’t you??”
Whack!
“Twelve Ohh GOD!”
“You just had to tease your mistress all day, hmmmmm??”
Smack!
“SHIT Thirteen!!”
“Well if you act like a slut, then your mistress will treat you like one.” Morticia purred.
Crack!
“Fourteen please…!” You cried out.
“Have you learned your lesson, slut?” She taunted.
Smack!
“Fifteen Yes God yes please Mistress I’ll be good promise I’ll be good!!” You screamed.
Then she stopped.
You looked up with teary eyes and a quivering lip.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered.
Morticia cupped your face, “If you wanted to get fucked, next time just ask, Mon amour?”
You nodded.
“Words, slut.”
“Yes, mistress please fuck me.” You whimpered.
Morticia chuckled.
“No no, mon amour. Today, you get something else.” She purred.
As she said this, she moved your tense body to straddle her thigh.
“If you want to cum today, mon amour… your going to rut against your mistresses thigh…” Morticia purred into your ear.
You whimpered in response, looking at her.
“Go on, slut…”
Desperate for any kind of friction, you rolled your hips against her thighs with airy moans.
Your rolls turned into jerks which turned into full on rutting into Morticia’s thigh.
“That’s it. Rut against your Mistresses thigh like a bitch in heat, my little slut.”
You mewled in response, having lost your coherence.
“Please.. mistress… mmm cum…!” You mewled.
“Go ahead. Cum on mistresses thigh…”
You came with a strangled cry.
Morticia helped you down from your high.
“Good Girl…” She purred.
prompt: someone discovering they’re a feeder as their feedee partner gets bigger
Sometimes you’re both in bed, distracted and ignoring each other on your phones or laptops, when you notice. Your eyes lift from your phone and notice your partner’s relaxed belly, rising and lowering with calm breath, stretching the fabric of their shirt. Really stretching it now, not just with every inhale, but by default. Not just pushing the seams a little with chubbier hips, but forcing the cotton to bow out close to its limit, forcing the stitching to cave into a belly button deeper and softer-looking than you remember. And your eyes inevitably take in the rest: thicker thighs, more shapely chest, less defined arms, softer jawline.
You’re aware that your partner’s gained a little weight. More than a little, but it’s fine. Probably thirty or so pounds, not a big deal, and you absolutely don’t judge them for it. Have they mentioned it at all? No, they just keep tugging at their shirts and pants. And underwear. Their underwear is getting too small for them, with weight gain making them a bit of a pear and all, but you don’t say anything. You don’t say they need bigger underwear. You don’t tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they need it. As long as they stay mum on the subject of their weight and the fit of their clothes, so will you; that’s your rule.
Sometimes you’re both in bed, watching TV, and they’re eating their way to the bottom of a quart of appallingly flavored ice cream (super-caramel-quadruple chocolate-chunk type stuff), and you keep sneaking glances. Because you’re amazed they’re comfortable enough around you to eat freely like this—or so you tell yourself. Their eyes are so glazed with distracted pleasure that maybe it didn’t even occur to them not to gorge themselves tonight, right in front of you.
Not gorging themselves like some kind of pig—no, it’s just, you both ordered a lot of takeout just a couple hours ago, and then they snacked on chips for a while, and then there was that candy bar they ate on a whim while you took out the trash, and now it’s a whole quart of ice cream. A whole quart. The more glances you sneak at them, the more you notice how their budding second chin peeks out when they chew. The more you notice that their bites seem hasty, as if tinged by some kind of distant, unconscious desperation.
You lean against them as if too tired to stay upright, reaching over them casually, letting one arm rest against their belly. It’s soft. It’s bigger. Not a big deal at all, you tell yourself for the millionth time.
And yet, you ponder their weight more. You’ve been pondering it incessantly. You can’t stop thinking about how they went to the mall two weeks ago without telling you, bought clothes a size up, and already were uncomfortably tugging and pulling on on every tight band and seam again. You can’t stop your thoughts from wandering to the idea of them sizing up again any more than your partner can stop their hands from opening another package of cookies.
“Ugh, this stuff is so good,” they mutter, swallowing the last bite, then closing the lid on the carton and setting it aside.
“Mm. I’ll buy more then,” you say without thinking. It’s fine if they size up again, after all. You’ll love them no matter their body type. Their happiness comes first. “I’m going to the grocery store anyway.”
Holding mikasas legs open so Sasha can eat her cunt out.
Séance
Bless you.
Pairings: Sasha x F!Reader [established relationship] + Mikasa x Sasha x F!Reader
Type: NSFW Fic ; 1,3k words
Warnings: Cunnilingus + fingering + mild corruption + sub!Mikasa + dom!Sasha + dom!F!Reader.
Chubby! Tony Stark x Male! Reader
⚠️ Warning ⚠️: The following mentions exotic dancing, daddy kink, sugar daddy, and young runaway.
Anything italicized is referring to the past.
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You were preparing for your shift at the Velvet Club, finishing up on your glittering blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner before you went out of the dressing room. You fixed your low cut shimmering blue vinyl boxer briefs along with the harness you saw in the lost and found.
You were scheduled for a private performance in room eight, a more high end luxury room that only the elite customers ever get. Your hands grew clammy and your boots thudded as you walked upstairs and down towards the end of the left hallway. You took a deep breath, moving your neck from side to side and rolling your shoulders to straighten your back. You pulled open the curtains and slowly walked in, taking in the presence of the billionaire engineer.
His eyes were not immediately drawn to you, he was tipsy, teetering to drunk. He then glanced up at you and quirked an eyebrow. He’s been here before, at least seven times since opening back in 1997.
“Well good evening to you.” He slurred, sitting up straight on the velvet purple couch.
“To what do I owe you this evening?.” You asked as you walked over to the built in tablet in the wall.
“A damn good time.” Tony said, gazing intensely at your eyes, and winking.
You raised your eyebrows and smirked. “Well, just remember, you can look, but not touch.”
“Let’s just see if you can get me started up,” he said, hiccuping. “I’ve had a shitty day.”
“Uh-huh, and what happened?.” You asked, picking through the list of songs.
“Just some dumb argument with my personal assistant…” he muttered, looking at the empty glass, rattling the ice around.
“Well, maybe I can help get your mind off things.” You said, walking up on the raised circular platform in the center of the room.
Your favorite song came on, your favorite strip music that helps with a good performance. The way your hips moved so fluidly, the overall flexibility in your body was almost too intoxicating for anyone to watch.
Tony just watched in slight amusement.
You stepped down from the platform and began performing a slow sensual lap dance.
This is what really triggered Tony.
He let out a stuttered gasp, his rough calloused hand lingering up the sides of your thighs. You could feel his raging erection, and so you stopped gyrating, but you could not move due to Tony’s hold on you.
“Does strip dancing run in the family?,” he asked. “You’re better than any dancer I’ve ever seen.”
You could not help but smirk. “Uh thanks, I mainly learned from everyone else here.”
“Speaking of family, aren’t you a little young to be doing this?.” Tony asked.
“I just turned eighteen last month.” You said, feeling Tony’s erection grow harder and bigger.
Tony hummed. “And do your parents agree with this?.”
“They’re long gone.” You said.
There was silence for a long moment. Nothing but Tony rubbing his hands over your back, inhaling your scent, letting out low soft groans, and his erection still harder than ever.
“I have a little proposition for you…” He said.
“Okay…?” You said questioningly.
“I have people that help me with a lot of things, and they get paid for doing so…” He said.
“And what exactly is it you want me to do?.” You asked.
“You do any sexual activity with me, I pay you.” He said bluntly.
“So basically I’m your sugar baby?.” You asked.
Tony glanced sideways and thought it over quickly. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“Okay, so what are the rules?.” You asked.
“Not much, just don’t speak of this to anyone else, and that’s about it.” He stated.
“And what happens if we go beyond sugar dating?.” You asked.
“What, you mean fall in love?.” Tony asked.
You nodded.
Tony scoffed. “Good luck, kid.”
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Luck was something you did not need, rather it was how good you were in bed. Ever since you began visiting the Stark Industries Tower, Tony became enthralled by the thought of having you as his dirty little secret. And with Tony being the closeted sexual devil he is, he was also up to anything kinky.
From bondage to ejaculation control, toys to a simple handjob. You name it, he was interested. Until came one day, when you were searching through the internet to find some new kinks to spice things up.
A few things peaked your interest, some appalled you to no extent. However, one managed to stand out over the rest of them, one that seemed almost as out of the box as Tony. Feederism.
You searched through numerous chatrooms, read through every news article that google had to offer, and even watched a few videos to get a grasp on how it really is for some people.
Although, you were very hesitant when it came to introducing new things to Tony. Sometimes he had more positive and straightforward reaction, other times he would flat out say no, going back to building his latest addition to the iron suit. So it would be understandable for you to wait a while rather than tell him upfront.
For a few weeks now, you helped with most of his meals, focusing more on the foods that were high in calories and carbs. Sometimes he would question why you would order so much food, and most of the time you would lie and say that his bad sleep schedule and constant work hours were starting to cause him to loose weight.
The most challenging part was hiding the scale from him. Tony would usually check his weight in the morning, and if he were to go up just one pound, it was total chaos in the kitchen and overkill with the exercises. Thankfully you knew a place where he would have a hard time finding it, the balcony in front of the living room.
Tony grunted as he struggled to button his pants. He was sprawled on the bed, forcing the two sides together before finally buttoning them up. His arms fell to his sides as he laid there huffing for air, you were picking out a shirt for him and you got a glance of how big his stomach looked. No longer flat and semi chiseled, but the beginning of a ball-shaped stomach.
“I think these pants were shrunk on purpose, Tony said, lifting himself off the bed. “Those dry cleaners must have something against me.”
“I’m sure it was an accident, here, perfectly starched.” You said.
Tony scoffed as he took the shirt. “Well let’s see how they like it when their most popular customer stops sending them clothes. They’ll for sure loose more customers.”
“Oh hush and put on that shirt, the meeting’s in thirty minutes.” You said.
“Since when did you start bickering like a husband?.” Tony asked, slipping one semi-thick arm into a sleeve.
“Since you started having a soft spot for me.” You winked.
Tony smirked and went back to focusing on the buttons. He groaned. “Are you kidding me!?.”
“What’s wrong?.” You asked.
“They shrunk my shirts too.” Tony said, attempting to button up the first few buttons.
He sucked in his stomach and quickly buttoned up the shirt. He exhaled, and two buttons came flying off at lighting speed. A sliver of tanned flesh was exposed, and you were left blushing wildly as Tony laid a hand on his stomach, panting.
“Maybe I can find one that’s a in a larger size, and don’t worry, I’ll call that place and tell them that next time-”
“Don’t even bother, I know what’s going on around here.” Tony said bluntly, looking at you straight in the eye.
“Y-You do?.” You said, nervously rubbing your upper arm.
“I know that you’ve been feeding me a lot lately, every meal, even a snack is exaggerated,” Tony said. “And you don’t know this, but Jarvis has a saved search history for anything you ask.”
You tried to swallow that painful lump in your throat, but had a hard time doing so.
Tony sat down on the bed, the button lowest to his stomach popped off. “C’mere.” He said, patting on the side next to him.
You nervously walked over and sat next to him, fearing of what was to happen next, you tried to make yourself smaller by hunching and wrapping your arms around your torso, your heart beating rapidly.
After a few seconds of silence, Tony, surprisingly, pulled you closer to his soft frame.
He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your arm. “I know that I may come off as a little strict or scary, but I’m not just some angry old man opposed to everything, and I want you to be more honest with me from know on. I’m starting to become more fond of you being around in my life, more than Pepper, and I want for us to be able to have an honest relationship rather than you using me for my money.”
“I know, but I was scared.” You said, tears were filing your eyes as you gazed at the floor.
“Scared because I would say no or something a little more harsh than that?.” Tony asked.
You chuckled a little. “Exactly.”
“And does this newfound form,” Tony said, grabbing at his stomach and shaking it. “Turn you on?.”
“More than anything we’ve ever done.” You said.
Tony hummed, gazing up at the ceiling. “Okay,” he said laying down and taking off his shirt. “If I were to tell you that I wanted a blowjob, even with a gut this big,” he said, raising his hand just a foot away from the curve of his stomach. “Would you still do it?.”
“Yes.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I’m big enough?.” He asked, slowly rubbing his stomach.
You immediately caught on to this tactic, but you played along with him. “I think a few more pounds, and I’d be nonstop fucking you.” You said, laying down on your chest, and resting your chin on his belly, gazing up at him seductively.
“Huh, is that so?.” Tony asked.
“Yup, in fact, I have a little trick I’d like to show you.” You said.
You began kissing him, straddling his thickening thighs. Trialing down from his neck to his softening chest, sucking each nipple with tender care. Tony let out a short sigh of ecstasy, his hand on your head.
Next was his belly. You had the most fun at this time, kissing each and every inch, even his bellybutton, swirling your tongue around the outward naval.
This caused Tony to moan loudly and for you to giggle.
“You’re one love hungry man, huh?.” You asked.
Tony moaned. “If it means having more moments like these, then yes, I’m fucking starving.”
“Well, how about we settle this over some lunch after the meeting,” You said, climbing back up to his face, and kissing him. “And maybe some dessert afterwards.” You whispered in his ear.
