The room was dark, lit only by the faint red glow of a bedside lamp. König lay on his back across the bed, his massive frame taking up most of it. Even relaxed, he was enormous — broad chest rising and falling, thick thighs already trembling with anticipation.
He was so wet.
His tactical pants were long gone, legs spread wide and bent at the knees, revealing his slick, puffy pussy. The fat outer lips glistened with arousal, inner folds shiny and flushed, clit swollen and peeking out. A thin string of slick slowly dripped down toward the sheets.
König’s eyes watched you from behind the sniper hood he still wore, breathing heavy. Without a word, he reached down with both big hands and spread himself open wider for you, presenting that dripping cunt like an offering.
You crawled between his thighs and rubbed the head of your cock up and down his slit, coating yourself in his slick. The fat tip bumped his clit over and over, teasing the sensitive bundle until his hips twitched and a low, needy sound rumbled in his chest.
“Please…” he whispered, voice rough and thick with accent. His massive hands stayed holding himself open, fingers digging into his own thighs.You pushed in.
The first inch stretched him open, his tight, velvety walls gripping you like a vice. König’s head fell back against the pillow with a deep groan, thighs shaking as you slowly fed him every inch. He was so fucking wet that you bottomed out easily, your hips flush against his ass, balls pressed against his soaked skin.
“Fuck… so full,” he breathed, eyes fluttering.
You started moving — slow, deep rolls of your hips that dragged your cock along every sensitive spot inside him. His pussy clenched greedily around you with every thrust, creamy slick coating your shaft and dripping down to soak the sheets.
The size difference made it even filthier: his huge body laid out beneath you, taking every inch like he was made for it.
König’s hands moved to grip the sheets instead, knuckles white. “Harder,” he begged softly, trying so hard to be good for you. “Please… I can take it.”
You gave it to him. Your pace picked up, hips snapping forward, pounding into his sloppy cunt with wet, obscene sounds. Every thrust made his thick thighs jiggle and his heavy chest bounce. He moaned loud and unrestrained now, deep voice cracking as you railed him.
“You want my cum?” you growled, leaning down to bite his neck.
“Yes—fuck—yes,” he gasped immediately, legs wrapping around your waist, heels digging into your back. “Fill me. Breed me. I want it so deep.”
You fucked him harder, the bed creaking under his weight as you drove into that perfect, dripping pussy again and again. His walls fluttered and pulsed around you, getting wetter with every thrust. You could feel him getting close, his cunt squeezing tighter, clit grinding against your pelvis.
When he came, it was beautiful. König’s entire massive body tensed, a broken moan tearing from his throat as his pussy spasmed wildly around your cock, gushing slick all over you. He kept his legs locked tight around you, holding you deep while he rode it out.
But you didn’t stop.You kept pounding him through his orgasm, chasing your own release. His eyes were glassy, mouth open, soft desperate sounds spilling out with every thrust.
“Cum inside me,” he pleaded, voice hoarse and needy. “Please—give it to me. I want to feel it leaking out.”
That finally pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding his greedy pussy. König moaned long and low, his walls milking you for every drop like he was trying to keep it all inside.
You stayed buried deep, slowly grinding as the last spurts filled him. His pussy fluttered around you, still twitching from the intensity.König’s big hands came up to pull you down against his chest, holding you there while he caught his breath. His voice was barely a whisper against your hair.
He knew it the second the last card hit the table. No money in his pocket, no way to pay up. He leaned back in his chair, scarred lips curling into that cocky smirk of his.
“Can’t I pay you back another way?” he asked, voice low and rough.
You didn’t even have to answer. The look in your eyes said everything.
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Toji was bent over the rickety table in the back room of the bar, pants shoved down around his ankles, shirt pulled up and clenched between his teeth. He was standing on his tiptoes, thick muscular thighs trembling as you fucked his tight hole with deep, punishing strokes.
The wet, filthy sound of your cock slamming into his ass filled the small room. Toji’s powerful body jolted forward with every brutal thrust, his heavy balls swinging between his spread legs. He was biting down hard on his own shirt, muffling the deep, guttural groans that tried to escape him.
You gripped his narrow waist with both hands, fingers digging into scarred skin as you railed him without mercy. His ass was perfect — thick, firm, and rippling with every impact of your hips.
The way his hole stretched around your thick cock was obscene, greedy, sucking you back in with every pull.
“Fuck— you’re tight,” you growled, slamming into him harder. Toji’s toes curled against the floor, trying to keep his balance as you pounded him deeper.
His cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs, swinging with every thrust, dripping steadily onto the dirty floor. He was rock hard despite the rough treatment, clearly getting off on being used like this after losing the bet.
You reached around and wrapped your hand around his thick cock, stroking him fast and rough while you kept fucking his ass. Toji let out a muffled, broken sound into his shirt, hips jerking between your hand and your cock.
The table creaked dangerously under the force of your thrusts. You were giving it to him hard — long, deep strokes that made his plump ass bounce and jiggle.
Every time you bottomed out, his hole clenched tightly around you, hot and velvety, milking your cock like it never wanted you to leave.
Toji’s legs were shaking, standing on his tiptoes to take you deeper. Sweat rolled down his muscular back, the shirt between his teeth soaked with drool as he tried to keep quiet. But the sounds he was making were still loud — deep, animalistic groans that vibrated through the fabric.
You leaned over him, chest pressed to his back, and bit down on his shoulder as you fucked him even harder. Your hand never stopped stroking his cock, thumb pressing over the leaking head on every upstroke.
Toji came first with a muffled, broken roar. His hole spasmed violently around your cock as thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, painting the floor and your fingers. His entire body trembled, ass clenching rhythmically as the orgasm tore through him.
You didn’t stop.
You kept fucking him through it, using his spasming hole until you buried yourself deep and came hard, flooding his insides with thick, pulsing loads. You ground against him, making sure every drop stayed inside his wrecked ass.
When you finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum leaked from his stretched hole, dripping down his thighs. Toji was still standing on his tiptoes, legs shaking, shirt falling from his mouth as he panted heavily.
He looked completely ruined — flushedsweaty, covered in marks, cum leaking from is ass.And the smirk on his face said he didn’t regret losing the bet one bit.
Summary: You were told not to go upstairs. That's how the game starts. You were told not to go upstairs cause he's waiting for you with that fucking belt. But now the Grabber is asleep, and the sight of him waiting for you is too good to walk away from.
A/N: Listen, the reader isn't given an age but y'all know the kinds of people the Grabber likes to nab.
Contains: MDNI m|m (reader is AMAB), dry humping, concerning sexual relationship, who am I kidding - minor x adult content, coming in pants, beginnings of Stockholm Syndrome even though that's super fake I'm still totally going to use it, younger!aggressor
The boy on the phone - Billy, wasn't it? - told you not to go upstairs. He warned you about the trick and the belt. Hell, with the flashes of dead boys that appear in your dreams, you knew that it wasn't a beating you'd likely end up being able to live through easily.
So, you didn't go.
Every time the Grabber came down with food or to try and antagonise you in one way or another, you made sure your behaviour was exemplary. You could tell it was annoying him but something in that twisted brain of his couldn't act without cause.
Then came Griffin's call.
The initial upset at hearing such a young boy on the phone, the code on the wall, and...
"He's not been sleeping"
"You said that" you replied as you gripped the phone tightly, pressing it against your ear to hear him better. He was so quiet.
"Yeah, well he is now"
You paused, breath fogging slightly in the cold air. You could go. You could leave right now and never look back. The basement, the creepy fucking masks, the sickeningly nice smell of his cologne and aftershave...
You'd be a hero for turning in the Grabber and you would be bringing justice to all the boys that were trying to help you escape - all the boys that had been through hell and back because of him.
Thanking Griffin, you hung up the phone and despite your legs feeling like they were weighed down by lead, you managed to get to the door. Stomach tightening, you couldn't tell if you were excited for an opportunity to leave or absolutely terrified that if you opened up that door, he would be standing on the other side of it waiting for you.
Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you pulled slowly, the heavy door creaking slightly as it opened - the same tell-tale sound it made every time he came to visit you.
You took each step slowly, praying your legs wouldn't give out before you got to the top. The staircase smelled like him. The room. His scent lingered in the closed off space and it unconsciously made you start breathing it deeper. You'd been in that basement for an insane amount of time - months probably - and somehow in that time, the smell of him had become a comfort. Only due to him being your only form of human interaction, surely.
As you got to the top of the steps, you held your breath, turning the handle of the next door.
As it opened, your entire body lurched before tensing, freezing in place.
He was right. there.
Seated in the middle of the damn kitchen with his blue patterned sweater unbuttoned, showing the steady rise and fall of his firm torso. You'd never realised how built he was. Sure, he seemed to be able to lug you over his shoulder with ease to carry you into the basement and he once pulled you up off the ground with one arm... but shit.
His head was tilted back more but you could still see the frown on the mask he wore - the same mask that he used to try and catch you in a lie. He still gripped the belt he planned to use on you in one hand, keeping it at the ready.
Why weren't you running?
You were scared. Probably. Yeah, that seemed right - you were terrified of him and...
Now you were moving. He seemed strangely vulnerable while he was asleep. No less terrifying of course, but now as you stopped right in front of him, you couldn't stop your hand from gently moving over his chest.
The Grabber didn't stir. You felt each breath in and out, your own chest starting to move in sync with his. Eyes flicking to his mask, you wondered if the punishment would be worse for taking his mask off to see his face and he woke up...
You just wanted to see who he was. For the police of course.
You couldn't quite get the angle at his head that you wanted, so of course you moved in closer.
And closer.
Until your body stopped listening to you, and you found yourself on his lap, your hands moving slowly to reach up and touch his hair first. It was just as soft as you imagined. And his body - god, he was so warm. After being in the basement for so long, you craved that warmth. The touch of another person. Something to make you feel less alone...
You pressed your body to his, your hips rolling forward to get more comfortable on him. You were out of your mind - something was definitely wrong with you for sticking around instead of darting into the night, leaving this behind.
Nestling your face into the crook of his neck, you breathed in his scent, making your hips twitch. He smelled remarkably better than you did, or that basement, for that matter. You couldn't get over how warm he was, either, your hands moving over his stomach and his chest, slipping under his sweater to feel more of him.
A small shudder left you - a little whimper from your barely parted lips as your body continued to move itself, spurred on by the sensation of grinding against your captor. One hand grabbed at his sweater and the other clamped onto his shoulder, fingers just barely touching his hair. You could feel yourself hardening against him now, the sensation of your cock rubbing against the material between the two of you making you forget all about the code for the lock on the door.
Until you felt tight hands grip the back of your thighs.
Your head snapped up to meet the gaze of the Grabber, his blue eyes staring straight into yours. He looked surprised, behind his mask - a little confused maybe, like he wasn't sure they was actually happening. You opened your mouth to say something. To defend your actions. Maybe apologize.
Instead, as his grip tightened on your thighs, your cock dragging against your pants and his once more, what came out instead was a pathetic moan, your forehead dropping onto his shoulder with a thud. The man had dropped the belt without you noticing, his hold on you shifting to your ass. It fit perfectly in his hands and you tensed up, your stomach tightening as he started to rock you against him more.
"Oh god~" you whined in response, starting to feel him getting hard underneath you as well. The sensation of rocking against him made you dizzy with desire. You could already feel how fucking huge he was compared to you, your ass squeezing with each thrust forward.
You finally forced yourself to look up at him again, tears welling in your eyes as you felt just how wonderful it was to grind against him. You reached up with a hand, fingers grazing his mask.
"Off-- off please... please, sir..." you begged him. You can't believe you were begging him. It was pathetic of you and you couldn't stop yourself from giving him the most wide-eyed, innocent look. His reaction to it was just a brief pause on moving your hips, his head tilting slightly before he shook it. No.
"Mm--" you whimpered softly in frustration, "just the bottom." You touched it again, fingers briefly curling under the bottom of the mask as you continued to grind against him. His low growl skittered down your spine, tearing a shudder from you. Fuck. You were so close. You continued to peel at the mask.
From the way his own hips drove against you, you could tell he was enjoying himself a little too much to stop you, at least not if you just wanted half the mask on. You sat up a little more and tugged it off his face.
His lips captured yours in a hungry kiss. You weren't experienced enough for it, but he wasn't letting you escape. The bubbling desire in your stomach built and built until your fingernails dug into his skin where you held him--
You came with a cry, the feeling of him biting your bottom lip hard, made hot tears fall down your cheeks. He was quick to finish after you, the grip on your hips now bruising as you slumped against him. Breathing hard, the two of you just sat there. Waiting.
Imagine the hat rule with cowgirl emma, rogue and storm
Rogue has been making puppy eyes at you for the longest time but is too anxious to act on her feelings, meanwhile storm finds herself captived by you despite knowing her friends obvious crush so she holds back out of respect and then there's emma who after reading both aforementioned womens minds didn't get the hype until actually meeting you and now she's looking to stir the pot and how does she do that? By putting her hat on your head right infront of both of them while also slipping you a key to her room leaving you confused while Jubilee and morph tease you
Anna seeing this finally and catching emmas smug smirk steps up and also puts her hat on your head before telling you she'll meet you in Emma's room and follows the telepathic blonde to give her a peace of her mind
And all the while poor you is so flabbergasted and confused thats when ororo steps forward and gently puts her hat on your head as well and simply smiles at you before following emma and anna
So now your triple confused, getting teased by EVERYONE even Logan until you finally drum up the courage to go to emmas room where all 3 women have decided to just take turns riding you all night till you can't think, see or walk straight
Storm should've gotten a cowboy skin i don't care about pick rate!
NOOO DW I LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING TO DO RN LMAO I'm glad u found my rambling coherent enough though 😭 and tbh it depends on what u want to go for regarding bitching, it's not something Common BUT not unheard of either. Sometimes writers have bitching be only possible if u take certain meds/injections (think hormone therapy) so maybe bruce started taking them when he started looking up with and well.... a few months in and reader suddenly can't stop licking at bruce's scent and tasting his sweet scent 😋
Oh ok then if you're all good with it
holy shit that sounds really fucking hot
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it's been a few months since Bruce invited himself to your place, and a couple more since you first fucked him.
You didn't expect an alpha like him to be so insatiable, to want- beg you to fuck him. It's not like you minded it- in fact, him being an alpha and still somehow so slutty was part of the reason you wanted him.
It was so strange, seeing someone of his stature, of his demeanor, his radiating energy wanting to be beneath you. You weren't complaining- it was quite the sight to see all of that crumble beneath you. He was around your size, but when you're fucking him-
He didn't seem like Bruce Wayne anymore. More like a pretty submissive omega for the taking. And boy, take you did.
You loved pressing his neck into the mattress, fucking him rough and harsh from behind. And his scent was pleasant to you. Dipping in to enclose him beneath you was becoming a habit of yours, to take a little sniff. He smelled like rain and fog. Another alpha’s scent wouldn't normally be pleasing to yourself, with your own alpha nature and all, but you grew to like it.
He sounded nothing like an alpha either- his sounds were so sweet. High sobs and whines and moaning- so loud. It made you want to keep him there forever. But it was Bruce Wayne you were talking about- you had no power to do what you wanted with him. Honestly, after that first fuck, you expected to never see the guy again. That it’ll remain, hopefully, as a good memory for the both of you and that you’ll both move on with your lives.
Now, he’s become your… whatever it is. He somehow found your address, keeps showing up at your place. Wasn’t long before he suggested you regularly having sex with him. Maybe to deal with ruts, or simply for pleasure, out of boredom- you weren’t really listening, you were just shocked and so excited- you agreed immediately.
You always dressed nicely for him, whenever he came over. He was the richest man you knew- you had to have some sort of formality. You only continued because you could see the subtle glint of hunger in his eyes as he peeled the nice clothes off of you.
You were fucking him into the mattress as usual, having him face you. Both of you were panting into the air, not exhausted even after multiple rounds. His hands bent back to grab the headboard and pillow, and his eyes trained on you. The filthy sounds of squelches echoed in the air and you wonder why it sounds so wet. Surely the lube was already half dried.
You hear him moan out, and finally those eyes close, neck arching back. You nibble at his shoulder, coaxing him to cum. He squeezes you tight as he does, toes curling when he releases. You go still, letting him grind against you.
A whiff of something incredibly addicting passes your nose, then disappears. You freeze. What was that? It was on the tip of your tongue, but you’ve already forgotten what happened. Your nose trails to where Bruce’s neck meets his shoulders, nosing there. You take a deep inhale. His scent was a lot stronger, heavier- but it had an added dewiness to it. You gently bite at his neck as you shallowly thrust to chase your own orgasm. You grunt as you cum, staying still for a few seconds.
He groans of overstimulation as he feels you stretch inside of him, and you comfort him until it goes down. You pull out, removing the condom and tossing it, already focusing on another round.
You’d change back into the clothes you’re comfortable in once morning arrives. Were these the boxers you put on last night? You shrug, getting up to dress. You scratch your head as you look for the shirt you were wearing before Bruce came over. You could’ve sworn it was on top of your chair. You hear a disgruntled greeting behind you, and you turn. Again, that sweet smell appears before disappearing.
The scent only elevated from there. You’d smell it randomly and only when Bruce is over. It was sweet but faint, and never stayed too long. You were too confused to wonder anything logical, and thought maybe he was using a cologne or something. Maybe to make you more comfortable? Maybe a thing he thought you liked, like how you put on nice clothes for him? You didn’t know.
But the obvious and sudden obsession with his neck and scent was clear to both of you. You could be sitting in the wonderful afterglow of sex, and all of a sudden you’re licking his neck. He always, always wordlessly makes more room for you as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.
In the morning and you’re letting him use your shower? Well, your feet take you to stand behind him, kissing his neck and gently nibbling it. Sweet. It tasted sweet. When he entered through the door? You were already there, at his neck, arms going around his massive frame.
Soon, you just accepted it as a normal thing, that maybe your senses grew more fond of his smell. Well, addicted would be the word for it. You couldn’t bare having him leave while you were enjoying drowning in his neck. he liked it that way.
It was another mystery to add among the others. If only you weren’t dull enough to realize that they all started after Bruce decided to keep you around.
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something like that? idk never read or written abo before honestly just learned about and searched half the stuff you've been sending me
but some things i tried to hint at: bruce producing slick (idk what that is had to search it up) during sex there
nesting, cause he was stealing reader’s clothes (something omegas do? taking clothes with nice scents and nice material and piling them?)
Bruce Banner x Male reader with explosive power. More specifically,Reader's blood is mixed with an extremely powerful,and very,very and I mean VERY unstable explosive,and he can release it trought his skin and his skin's heat will make it blow up. So reader can barely control his powers because of how powerful and unstable the explosive is,and he tends to explode in small ways at any strong emotion. Bad news? Goodbye couch,you have been burnt. Got too excited? Oooops,guess we need a new kitchen...and so on. So reader has to act mostly emotionless,but one thing is clear: he hates himself,his powers and how dangerous he is,and so he can PERFECTLY understand how Bruce feels about the Hulk,because he fells the same about his powers,and so they really get eachoter because of it. Also,Bruce is the obly one reader can't accidentally hurt thanks to the big green guy,and thanks to his powers,the big green guy can't really kill reader before Bruce can regaib control,so they don't have to be scared of accidentally hurting eachoter all the time!!!!!
WHY WOULD I BE SCARED OF YOU?
bruce banner x male reader
authors note: I like Bruce (even if it's not easily seen from my blog.) To me he's just a huge sweetheart whose self hatred is at an all high, so he keeps his distance from others but cares from afar. Do I explain myself? So, while writing this, I made it kinda indulgent to what I would like to hear if I was in the readers shoes. Hope you enjoy!
The first time you met Bruce, it was because you’d nearly taken out the east wall of the communal kitchen.
It wasn't your fault. Not really. A surprise announcement from Tony about a week-long, all expenses paid vacation had sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated excitement through you. Feeling the air shimmer with heat around you, you'd thrown your hands up, a useless gesture to stop what occurred next.
At least it wasn't a big explosion, not by your standards. Just enough to scorch the countertop and send the refrigerator skidding three feet to the left, its door hanging open like a silent scream.
You stood there in the smoldering quiet, the acrid smell of burnt plastic and ozone filling your lungs. Your skin tingled, flushed with a residual heat that would take an hour to fade. You hated this. You hated the volatile chemical cocktail that had replaced your blood, the curse that lived under your skin, waiting for any crack in your emotional armor to escape and destroy everything you touched.
That’s when Bruce walked in. He saw the scorch marks, the open refrigerator, and then he looked at you. “Rough morning?”
You just nodded, unable to speak past the lump of shame in your throat.
Bruce walked over, carefully picked up a cup that had miraculously survived the blast, and poured you water from the tap. He handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours. You flinched, expecting the contact to trigger another reaction, but nothing happened.
“Tony’s announcements can be a lot,” he said, leaning against the scorched island. “I once broke a lab bench because he told me he’d managed to replicate super soldier serum in a toaster.” A huff of laughter escaped you, a rusty, unused sound.
That was the beginning.
You’d sit in his lab while he worked, a comfortable silence falling over you. And that's why you liked hanging out with Bruce. You didn't have to pretend with him. You didn't have to force the emptiness in your expression, because he understood; saw the monster you were so afraid of and didn't flinch.
“You know,” Bruce said one day, not looking up from a microscope, “the other guy, he’s not just anger. He’s fear. He’s everything I’m not strong enough to feel on my own.”
You knew exactly what he meant. Your explosive power wasn't just about anger. It was joy, it was sorrow, it was fear, it was love. It was every emotion, amplified to a destructive degree.
“I get it,” you said quietly. “One time, I watched a movie. A really sad one. Cried so hard I blew a hole through my bedroom floor. My landlord was not thrilled.”
He finally looked up, a small, sad smile on his face. “I turned a whole city block into rubble because I got spooked by a helicopter.”
It was a strange, twisted form of bonding. You were two sides of the same coin, cursed with power you never asked for, terrified of the person you became when you lost control.
The true test came during a mission. Heavy fire kept you and Bruce trapped behind a crumbling wall of concrete. You could feel the panic rising, a cold dread that made your skin prickle with dangerous heat. This was it. You were going to lose it, and you were going to take Bruce with you.
“Hey, look at me,” Bruce grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to meet his eyes. “It’s okay. Let it go.”
“What?” you gasped, your vision blurring. “I’ll kill you!”
“No, you won’t,” You could see it now, the flicker of green in his eyes and the strain in his jaw. “He won’t let you. And you…you can’t hurt him. So just let go. Give ‘em hell.”
His trust was a lifeline. You stopped fighting and surrendered to your emotions. Yet, you didn't explode in a chaotic, uncontrollable burst of destruction. This time you aimed. A torrent of explosive energy erupted from you, obliterating the enemy's position.
When the dust settled, you were on your knees, your clothes smoking as the Hulk stood in front of you, completely unharmed. He looked down at you, then at the smoldering crater where the bad guys used to be. He let out a low grunt, then gently, so gently, patted you on the back with a hand the size of a car door.
It was enough to knock the wind out of you, but it didn’t trigger a thing. His skin was too dense, his biology too alien to be affected by the heat of your body.
Later, when Bruce was back, bruised but himself, he found you sitting on the roof, staring at the city lights. “You didn’t lose control completely.
“You told me I could,” your voice was hoarse. “You weren’t scared.”
“Why would I be?” he bumped his shoulder against yours. “You’re the only person on this planet I don’t have to be afraid of accidentally hurting. And I’m the only person you don’t have to be afraid of, either.”
Hihi! Can I request something with natasha x male reader? Perhaps some size difference with reader being bigger size? (Taller and chubby/fat) and kinda fluffy smut with breeding kink and overstim?👉🏻👈🏻
HOPE THIS ISN'T TOO MUCH 😭
𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠
Natasha Romanoff x Chubby! Male Reader
content fluffy lovey smut, size difference, body positivity, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, tiny bit of a plot line if you squint, mutual praise, lotta love,
context sex can be great, but sex with someone you love is always so much better
comments I’m so sorry this took me so long, there also ain’t a whole lot of dialogue so I hope it’s okay.
You stood in the bathroom staring at your reflection, no real thoughts in your head just admiring how you looked. How your body had taken shape over the years, and how you were happy with yourself, and happy that you had found someone who loved all of you.
Sure your stomach hung over your boxers and your arms weren’t toned, and you had the faint reminders of stretch marks on your thighs but as those two arms wrapped around your body from behind none of that mattered.
Natasha rested her head on your back, her arms wrapped around your body and her hands squeezing at your chest. A sign leaves your lips, enjoying the rare moment of quiet you got to share.
Turning around to face her, she moves her arms up and around your neck. Her chest squished against your upper stomach, and her hands tangled in your hair scratching at your scalp as you stared at one another.
No words were needed, you could see it in her eyes. The love, the desire, the need. The way her eyes sparkled when she looked at you made your stomach flutter, you couldn’t believe that anyone could love you as much as she did.
You take her face in your hands, leaning down to her level you press your lips against hers in a soft kiss. One hand stays on the side of her face as the other run down the side of her arm to her waists to pull her closer to you, her own hands gripping your hair to deepen the kiss.
The hand that was on her waist dipped down to her ass, taking it in your hand you gave it a rough squeeze. A moan slipped past her lips, the noise vibrating your own lips which made you moan back at her.
Her hands gripped your shoulders, and having done this dance before your hands grip her upper thigh and lift her up. Natasha’s legs wrapped round your waist, arms around your neck as she continued to deepen the kiss.
Her tongue swiped your lower lip, begging for entrance you gave it her. Her soft tongue made contact with your own, pressing against one another you fought for dominance, but in the end you let her win.
She loved the feeling of being able to explore your mouth with her own, the taste of you on her tongue drove her crazy and the way she made quick work sent a electric buzz through your body and straight to your groin.
Through the soft moans and deep breaths Natasha managed to say, “Bedroom.” Her legs locked behind your back, allowing you to use your hands to open the door and turn off the lights before heading to your bedroom.
Once in the bedroom you kicked the door closed and walked to the bed, once your shins lit the baseboards you lower the two of you down. Natasha kissed along your shoulder and down your neck, you crawled to the top of the bed before she let herself drop to the mattress.
Deep breathing filled the silence, the two of you just laid staring at one another for a moment, letting the air settle before making your next move.
Your hands were firmly planted beside her head, your knees were between her legs and your body hovered just above. She looked so small beneath you, so vulnerable and exposed even while wearing her clothes.
Her hands moved to her blouse, tearing open the buttons one at a time as you sat back on your feet. You just watched as she undressed, watching her huff when she missed a button or struggled so much it made her hands slip off the little things.
You could see she was getting frustrated and took over, your large hands covering hers and you easily opened the blouse. She sat up as you pushed it over her shoulders, taking it from her arms you threw it to the floor.
She pushed her chest forward, a subtle sign she wanted you to take control. A smile danced on your lips as you kissed her neck.
Soft feathery kisses as your hands wrap around her body to unclasp her bra, a stunning red lace thing that cupped her breast beautifully was also thrown to the floor as she laid back down under you.
Her hair fanned out around her, taking your breath away as she stared up at you. A smile played on her lips as she looked at you, a hand came up and stoked soft circles on your thigh.
“You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna show me a good time?”
“Both.”
Tugging open the button of her jeans you pulled harshly at the denim fabric, pulling her down the bed at the same time making her squeal and grab ahold of your thighs.
She laughed at you as you fought with the stupid fabric, eventually getting them off you discarded them over your shoulder and ripped her matching panties in half and threw them towards the bin.
“They were my favourite.” She pouted, arms crossed over her chest as she sulked.
You lent down to her, kissing all over her face as your hands slid up her sides and over her arms. “I’ll buy you all the pretty underwear you want baby,” You promised.
You lent back again, standing off the bed to shake off your own pant and briefs before climbing back between her legs. Her eyes raked over every inch of your body, a certain sparkle in her eyes as she did.
You felt arousal pool in your stomach, your own gaze had taken in her nude form. How she laid there with no care in the world, open for only you to see, and you didn’t take that for advantage.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” You said it like it wasn’t up for debate, it was a fact. Her cheeks and neck flushed red, her hands flinching to cover herself out of embarrassment.
Smiling go yourself you lowered your body, playing on your stomach as you opened her legs. She peeked at you, the red of her cheeks lit up her eyes as you stared at her. Your tongue darted out, licking a bold stipe from her pussy, through her folds and over her clit.
She took in a sharp breath, eyes wide as you wrapped your lips around her clit. The small bud throbbed in your mouth, you made quick work of your tongue. Flicking back and forth over her clit she let out soft hums and huffs as her hands roamed her body.
Pinching her nipples and lifting her hips to meet your mouth, you grabbed her hips and held her in place as you ravaged her cunt. Mouth wide and your tongue exploring every inch of her thoroughly, your teeth nipped at the inside of her thigh.
You let go of one of her hips, bringing your hand down to run a finger over her slick hole. Her soft hums had turned into quiet moans and deep breaths.
Her body squirmed as your finger slid inside her soft opening, she was already soaking before but now her cunt was leaking. Her sweet juices coated your face, as you explored her insides with one finger you lapped at her pussy drinking in her flavour.
You moaned when you felt her hands in your hair, the vibration send a shiver up her spin. Her hands gripping your hair, trying to get you closer than physically possible.
“More.” She begged. She had spread her legs wider, hoping that would get you closer to her.
You look up at her, watching her come apart as you slide a second finger into her. Slowly scissoring them open you felt her shudder, your lips wrapped around her clit as your tongue assaulted the small thing over and over. Switching from sucking and flicking back and forth, you felt her arousal coat your hand.
“Always been a such a creamer for me, haven’t you love?” It was rhetorical, but she’s tried to reply but all that came out was a squeak as your fingers found her G spot.
You abused the soft spot, fucking your fingers inside her in quick motions. The curl of your fingers and the vigorous way you ate her out had her legs quivering and her stomach in nots, the first indicators she was close.
One of her fists balled up in your hair, while the other went back to her breasts. Her nimble fingers pinching and rolling the pointed bud, she could feel the coil tightening in her stomach but you didn’t let up.
When her hips started to buck you removed your fingers and grabbed ahold of her hips again, using your bigger and stronger frame as an advantage you pinned her to the mattress and thrust your face into her pussy with all you had.
You were practically making out with her cunt at this point, deep breathing and low moans coming from deep in your chest when she tried to pull you away. Her grip was impressive but you were a man on a mission, you needed to make her come undone on your tongue.
Her body shook with pleasure as the coil tightened more, her mouth was hung open and her eyes were clamped shut as her body arched off the bed and the ball of nerve in her stomach exploded.
Fireworks shot bright every part of her body, her mind was fuzzing and ever her toes had a tingle to them but you weren’t done. You kept sucking and licking, moving your whole head and not just your tongue you wanted to make her come undone again.
“Too much,” She whimpered.
You shook your head, braking away for only a second. “Not too much baby, I know you can come for me again pretty girl.”
Natasha’s eyes rolled back when your mouth met her clit again, the sparks still fluttered around her body at your assault. Her hand left your hair and gripped the bed sheets, trying to stable herself somehow.
It wasn’t long until she was squeaking again, another orgasm rippling through her body. This one stronger than the last, her body thrashed as you manipulated you tongue is ways that would make the devil blush.
Her body froze midair when she came, it was like someone had lit a flame in her body she was so hot. She lay on the bed, chest heaving as she sucked in some much needed air. You let up after that, softly kissing her thighs and rubbing soothing circles on her hips.
You placed one final kiss on her clit, sending a jolt through her as she glared at you. You sat up on your knees, only now allowing yourself to feel the tug of your own arousal.
Hard cock bouncing as you knelt between her still shaky legs, Natasha looked at you through hooded eyes. “Always so good to me.”
You towered over her, holding yourself up you lent down to meet her lips. Her arousal still soaking your face she kissed back, always loving the taste of herself on your tongue you moaned into each other’s mouths.
While you were making out Natasha shook her hand between you, softly gripping your leaking cock she lead you towards her slick entrance. You positioned yourself so your knees were under her thighs, allowing her to guide your bare shaft into her let her control the pace.
She teased the tip of your dick against her clit, you could tell the vibrations of her orgasm still lingered when she bit your lip. You tried so hard not to thrust your hips, but her hand was so soft it was driving you crazy.
“Come on baby, don’t tease me now.”
She giggled into your mouth, moving her head to look between you. You lean up so you can both watch as she slid the head of your cock thought her slick lips and down to her cunt. You slid in so easily, her hand moving from you and to herself, she parted her lips and watched as you sunk in.
You were balls deep inside her in no time, her legs wrapping around your hips as she held out her arms. You may your body over hers, resting your head on her shoulder you the thrust yourself out and then back inside slowly at first.
You both knew you weren’t going to last long, your laboured breathing and the overwhelming feeling of her pussy wrapped around your cock was immense.
Your hips slapped against the back of her thighs as she pulled her legs to her chest. You used the opportunity to use her legs to move her body, fucking her on your cock as you thrust at the same time.
“Not gonna last,” You pant out.
She nods quickly. “Breed me,” She begged. “Want you to fill me up, please.”
Your eyes meet hers, her mouth dropped open as your hands met her clit. Rubbing harsh circles that match your thrust you both moan loudly, your body tingled with the first signs of your orgasm. Her clenching hole wrapped around you pushed you further to the edge, when you felt the last barrier break you lay your body over her.
Wrapping yourself around her body and gripping her ass, you pulled her closer to you. Fucking yourself as deep as you could as the first streak of cum shit from your tip, filling her cunt with your load. You felt your balls draw up to your body and the pulsing of your cock as thick rope after rope left you.
You worked our hand over her clit as you came, determined to make her cum too. Her eyes scrunched closed as her body froze, her pussy clenched around you as the first wave came over her. Your hand a blur as you worked her up, her body shaking and shivering as you stayed plugged inside her.
“One more time baby, one more.”
She whimpered as tears filled her eyes, her head thrashing side to side as her hands gripped the bed sheet again. Her legs shaking violently at your sides, and your hips thrusting slightly to continue the stimulation.
A moment later she came again with a loud moan, a sound that vibrated through her body and towards her core. Her cunt leaking a mix of yours and her cum around your cock, her mind going blank at the overstimulation.
When she opened her eye again it was when you were pulling away, letting your softening cocking slip from her well fucked hole you climbed off the bed and walked naked to the bathroom to collect a wet rang and cup of water for her.
When you came back she was still laid in the same spot, you walked over and helped her sit up. Having over the water you made quick work of washing between her legs, both of you silent as you worked.
You three the rag to the bottom of the bed and sat beside her, rubbing her leg as she took sips of the water and caught her breath.
Soap who doesn't really function like most people. It was something he tore himself to pieces over in confessional, something he kept a tight lid on when he joined the ranks.
But as he's gotten older he's learned to...adjust to it. Shame is a shoebox under his bed he only visits once a month, and to him that's life. Nowadays he's proud about his love of all things sexual and his total indifference to the romantic.
Which, of course, means he's more than willing to help a friend out when you find your toys just aren't cutting it tonight.
Has you moaning and writhing on just his fingers and mouth by the end of it, makes sure to lick up the cum because he knows it makes your stomach twist for another round you don't have the energy for. He's always such a tease.
Afterwards, when you coo at him to come and cuddle, he gladly does so and doesn't feel the fear of a whispered confession between bodies.
Soap doesn't love you, at least not like that, and you accept him anyways. You curl into soap and say he's a damn good friend.
With you, with the team, soap can truly relax. No fear of hidden feelings or supplemented words. When you say friend you mean it.
Hihi hello! Apologies if this request isn't clear or coherent much, but can I request something for a male reader who is touch averse (obviously) I'll provide some things below, I hope it's not too much!
Reader has a very traumatic past involving the murder of his younger siblings at the hands of his father, and he was the only survivor. His father was eventually placed on trial and sentenced to life in prison.
Reader is now in his early 20s (21-24), he's only just now starting to go to university (you can choose what you think suits him best, but I think he'll want to study/major in something that will provide him financial security), he loves knitting, embroidery and sewing in general. And loves/is most comfortable wearing soft and pretty "feminine" clothing even though he is a very tall dude. Has a severe sweet tooth and bakes all the time. Loves reading, watching and playing anything related to horror of any type. He's soft spoken and is really introverted -but not necessarily shy- and isn't really close to anyone or has anyone he'd consider a friend. He works a part time job as a house cleaner as well
Okay uhhhh I'll stop here bc I feel like rambling 😭 not exactly sure what type of scene I'm thinking of.... maybe just a day in his life? Ohhh maybe something with him building some sort of nest/pillow fort?:o
Had a nice time. Kept the trauma implied. Thank you for the first.
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Today was.. a day.
He didn’t really think it was.. appropriate to put an adjective to this Saturday morning yet, considering the shitty dream (nightmare. He was trying to be better at the whole ‘taking your issues seriously’ thing) that he’d woken from. Flashes of a face he never wanted to see.
Flashes of faces he always..
..Never mind.
His morning routine didn’t help much. Shower, soft scents, trying to focus his thoughts, skincare. Zero want to put on anything 'too fancy too much' today, and he knew that was already a sign of things.. getting to him.
Which was fine, he tried to reason with himself. He had a lot going on.
Finance was.. rough for everyone, right? Uni is a step up.
But he knew the fidget of his fingers as he sat down to try and work that it wasn’t just the usual struggles with numbers (he’d wanted something stable. More formal? And a finance course had seemed perfect at the time, but right now it was too much).
He’d tried some of the stats homework due Tuesday. That did not go well.
A bang to the hip while getting up. He needed that too-small table replaced.
A tension that slowly yet somehow swiftly traced up his arms and spine and shoulders at the sight of the mug tipping.
Not the edge I just started. Please. No-
His hands were late. The hot chocolate went everywhere.
The tears were pretty much automatic.
And near-immediate was the firm words in his mind, heading off to get a rag and change.
Schedule cancelled.
Today was about going out.
.
He could feel his shoulders lowering and breathing getting better, chest expanding with deeper breaths as he took in the fresh air, the sounds and scents of the city, the.... free-ness?
He managed a quiet laugh to himself at that.
Before feeling a heat rise in his cheeks at a wayward, quizzical glance in his direction at the sound and walking a little bit quicker to his destination.
After avoiding a few too-close strangers passing by, he could feel his entire being relax at the scents of the bakery.
Thank god.
The little jingle of the bell was calming to his ears, and the wave of fresh, sweet, whole baked goodness was so heady he could cry in relief from it. Significantly better than whatever day he’d initially planned – no sour, depressed, heavy mope in bed. Just.
✨ Options. ✨
He went with a hefty, moist and delicious-looking cinnamon bun, a slice of indulgent thick chocolate cake, and a sizeable glass of mixed fruit smoothie. Decadent, but he made sure to apologise mildly to his dentist in his head.
He looked around while eating in a small corner – his corner, at this point, to most of the staff that knew him by now. Thankfully, they weren’t pushy, didn’t care about his skirts or soft sleeves, and he’d been able to very neatly avoid any contact thus far, so the place – plush seating, soft lights and fresh windows – was just.. pleasant.
Cozy almost.
The window view of the city moving on about its day was always nice, and just.
Relaxed.
Slow, normal breaths, eyes watching the people go by.
Idly appreciating the taste of the goodies.
Quiet talk, sounds of cars swishing past.
Honestly, even the traffic honks were distant and unbothering.
He could try cinnamon buns next time, he mused – he was getting good at baking breads in general lately.
Maybe a cinnamon brownie bun version, like he’d seen online once? I should check what I have in the cupboard-
A brush too close to his table, someone talking to another person and turning round without looking at him. He lurched back a bit with a souring note, tension jolting through again.
..Maybe I should just take this to go.
.
He kept walking – having finished his drink and the cake before gripping the bun in a napkin – munching slowly while sticking to the building walls. He’d appreciated the technique of the guy wiping down the table as he left. Vague things you notice when now with a part-time cleaner job.
At the very least, the awnings were pretty nice – different colors fluttering overhead, sometimes a quiet, dull glow of the shades under his feet as he passed below, breeze bracing. Occasionally, a diversion in steps to the curbs to avoid people stepping out of stores, but otherwise, things seemed to be quiet this Saturday. People probably sleeping off hangovers from Friday night.
He spied a new arts and crafts shop near the book and game stores he frequented, that seemed to have opened across the street. He considered it, but it looked small. And despite the pretty banner and nice-looking atmosphere, that was a potential for.. cramped space.
He saved the potential for a later date in his mind – hopefully it was nice anyway.
.
By the time he’d got back to his apartment, he felt a certain.. not exhaustion, but the certain quiet numbness that one gets when you haven’t really.. confronted what started it all. And the room felt dim enough that he almost didn’t want to.. try.
Try to process, try to face the feelings bubbled under everything, the tiredness of just.. existing.
But at the sight of a corner of his blanket on the couch where he’d dropped last night, he figured:
Y’know what? Pillow fort.
It took some time. Rug down, blanket over it, laptop down, snacks within reach, pillows bolstering everywhere, two chairs tugged by either side of the couch to create a masking, huge canopy with the back of it and a thick comforter, and by then he could enter his soft, cloud palace and curl up in the pillow nest, his favourite cheesy horror flick on that he’d watched a billion times.
Was he skipping lunch and an actual plan? Was he ignoring work? Was he processing through the occasional tear and sniffle while nibbling candy and chips?
Was he okay?
Yes.
And he was going to be okay as well.
In the midst of soft, gentle, comfort and warmth, the familiarity of a thing he loved and the last of it leaving his mind in an exhale, sinking into the pillows, eyes blurred mildly while watching the colors onscreen, the adjective slid in place.
Hihi! I was wondering if I could request something with a touch averse, aroace, chubby male reader?:o something with maybe like,,,, reader and his queerplatonic partner? Who is a bit older than reader (Both are adults ofc) whom people tend to think is reader's sugar daddy bc he's always taking reader shopping for pretty clothes n stuffXD
— Note
900 words. M!Reader. Slightly Suggestive. Crack Taken Seriously. Mild angst/Comfort. Mild reference to some stores not having better sizing.
I know you didn’t ask for a genuine moment per se, but I did think about how there might be some discomfort in the assumption, hence adding one. Hope this suffices.
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He’s not exactly sure when this.. image came about, but once it happened the first time he started noticing it more often.
A couple odd looks when browsing stores together, his partner towering a bit while musing about what he’d look good in. Some zeroed-in stares from staff from the front desk when his partner insisted on getting something custom made ‘if they weren’t going to bother keeping better sizes’ in a loud drawl so they could hear their lack of options. A raised eyebrow at the black card his partner paid with (it was not an actual black card – it was a debit card he got a custom black design for as a joke).
.
People assumed his partner was his sugar daddy.
.
Now.
This, of course, to those uninitiated in calm mediation between personal and public life, was mortifying to learn.
He balked at it the first time, double-taking with a panicked look at the bored cashier at the high-end mall they frequented, who seemed clearly just biding time at 6PM and had posed the honest question to his partner like nothing doing.
‘Are you like.. his benefactor or something?
Like.. sugar daddy or..?’
Said man in question paused. Staring back at the cashier, having just taken back his card.
Before that damn, cocky, insufferable grin came over his face.
While he was older than him, he was also childish first thing.
And he knew he had to cut him off quickly before he said something utterly ridiculous.
“Oh, why ye-”
“NO, we are NOT. THANK YOU.”
He rushed to take the bags and quickly walked out, his partner trailing – all-too-smug – behind him. Grin plastered like he’d found something greatly interesting to pass the time now. Catching up with a few strides and barely hiding his smirk.
“We are not talking about this.”
“Oh come now, can’t daddy buy a few things for his b-”
“OH MY GOD STOP.”
The resultant laughter rang in his burning-red ears.
This was not something he’d live down.
.
And he really wouldn’t, apparently, because as it turned out – pretty much everyone had thought that of them before they got to know them fully.
Frantic texts ensued.
[ WTF DO YOU MEAN U THOUHT I WAS HIS SUGAR BABY
His friend replied after a minute.
>> Dawg. Like. Pretty sure everryone kinda thought that – he’s always buying you stuff
[ THAT”S HIS LOVE LANGUAGE
>> Okay well. That’s also a sugar daddy love language
[ Ohhhhhhhmygodddddddddd
>> Lmao it’s fine man, not that big of adeal
[ YES IT IS, EW
[ DID YOU THINK IWAS LIKE,,,, DOING STUFF IN EXCHANGE????!?!? OHMYOGD
>> I mwan yeah kinda?? Till the house invite and seeing he has a regular ass apartment lmao
>> and u said u were ace so i figured it was like.. idfk, payment in baking maybe. Pictures??
[ are you deadass rn u thought i ws like. Discount onlyfands for him. r u serious.
>> Ok well not discount, since he’d be paying u probably the same amount
[ II AM NOT DISCUSSING LOGISTICS RN>.
>> lol
>> but seriously though, it’s fine. For the most part ppl mind their business anyway, that cashier was wild.
[ Ok but wtf do i do to stop it
>> uhhhhhhhhhhh idk man pay for yourself next time lol, but he does just kinda give those vibes
[ WHAT VIBESS OHYMOFDG
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His partner was of no help of course. A grin at every opportunity. He didn’t tend to get grossed out or feel like shit too hard about the idea of sex, it just wasn’t his cup of tea. Now or ever. But he did always cringe at the idea of any of that together. Which his very-immature partner was capitalising on at the moment.
“Soooo..”
“No.”
“I didn’t even-”
“You thought it. Shut up.”
“I can’t help being ruggedly handsome.”
“Yes you can. You’re shaving next time.”
“Aw, but I like the mild fuzz. Also, I doubt that’ll stop the idea.”
“Do SOMETHING about this, oh my god.”
“Babe.”
He looked up at him finally. His partner – wonderful, still-caring-deep-down guy that he was – just giving him a simple smile, chin in palm, watching him stress about this.
Saying honestly for once.
“It’s okay, you know. I can say no next time, if it comes up again. You don’t have to listen to it.”
He looked away, exhaling.
It was uncomfortable at worst. They weren’t like that together.
That wasn’t what they were, and despite the fact that he was sure there were probably decent sugar.. couples? Cubes? – out there in the world, he didn’t personally like the idea that others were.. seeing the two of them as just transactional.
Temporary.
He got enough of that before they made it official. Heck, even after.
He felt his eyes on him more than heard his next, quieter, calming words.
“Hey.”
He looked up again, eventually. Eyes slowly locking with his.
“I can just get a tailor you know. I do still like buying you stuff – you look gorgeous every time.
And quite frankly, it’s never anyone’s business what we are. That’s always been true. Yeah?”
A smaller smile, eyes always just on him.
“It’s just us.”
And for some reason – or maybe, the most understandable reason in the world – he felt something inside finally relax.
It really was just the two of them.
.
“..You know my friend thought I was doing some sort of OnlyFans situation in exchange for your money though.”
“You’re so noisy.” You thrust harshly again and he lets out a pathetic whimper, yet you don’t let up. Hands trail from his waist to his chest, pulling him close to you while fondling his pecs. Thumbs go to his nipples and lightly circle them before flicking quickly, ending with a pinch and pull that makes the captain arch his head up and let out a groan. “You really like it, hm?” You’re really the one most into it, but he’s loving it too. “Already big, would be full of milk once I knock you up.” Shanks’s head is spinning. This dumb breeding kink between you two despite him being male. You give them another firm squeeze and he cums hard, your hands fondling through his orgasm. White covers his abdomen before leaking onto the bedsheets, letting out another weak spurt from you letting out your own seed.
Once Shanks’s head focuses enough to be coherent he notices you still fondling his chest.
“Jeez, give the things a break, will you?” You pinch one of his nipples and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “You’re harsh to them, hun.”
“Just appreciating them. The massaging is good for milk production, right?”
“Pervert.” You scoff.
“Says the man who was riding me a week ago begging for a baby.” Shanks also gets way too lost in the moment.
“Ahh,” He snaps his fingers. “touché.” You pull out of him and he shivers at the feeling of liquid leaking from his ass. “You’re still the one always talking about it.”
“Yet you don’t stop me.” He gives you a cheeky smile and you both kiss.
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Shanks itches at his chest through his shirt, it’s been feeling strange lately.
“What’re you doing?” Lucky Roux asks, setting down oatmeal in front of Shanks in the kitchen. The captain makes a displeased face. “You wanted something sweet and easy and now you’re staring at me like that.”
“Reminds me of when we had to really budget for food.” He grumbles, taking a bite of the oatmeal expecting the worst; but eyes twinkle. It’s chocolatey.
“(Y/n) told me to add it along with the almonds.” The redhead has always been partial to chocolate, eating bars of it with big bites in his childhood til his stomach hurt; yet never tiring of it. “Answer my question from before, Captain.”
“Hm.” He takes another bite. “It’s nothing much, my chest has been feeling weird lately.”
“…Your heart?” The large man looks nervous but his captain shakes his head.
“No, the flesh, not inside.” The chef relaxes, he won’t have to make a new diet for heartburn. “I think—nevermind.” He can’t tell Lucky that he thinks it’s because you’ve been massaging them too hard during sex. The chef slides the bowl of oatmeal away from Shanks. “Okay! It’s from the bedroom.”
“Oh.” He slides it back. “I don’t want to know anymore. Why’d you tell me?” Shanks almost falls for the bait but chooses to scarf down the oatmeal instead.
“I should tell you something else.” Lucky tilts his head. “I actually… no nevermind.” The captain turns around and leaves a laughing Lucky.
He stops outside of the door and presses at one of his pecs, he’ll let his mind wander to the chocolate oatmeal instead. It would’ve been nice to savor it more. While lost in the sadness of quick eating he feels a sudden squeeze to his chest. There’s only one pervert on this ship who would do this to a grown man. “Hello to you too.”
“I was going to say hi but you looked so out of it that I wanted to tease you a little.” You kiss your lover on the cheek and he chuckles. “How are you feeling? Was the chocolate good?”
“It was. If I wasn’t tired of oatmeal I might ask for that everyday.” Alas, his dislike for oatmeal has won over chocolate. Why would he care anyway? He could just have the chocolate alone.
“As long as you’re happy.” You rub your cheek against his and he rubs back, flinching when you squeeze his pec. You immediately pull away. “What happened!? Don’t tell me you’re hiding an injury-“
“No, no, I’m not. My chest has just been feeling weird lately.” You go to his front and tug down his shirt to examine both pecs. No bruises, irritation, or lumps. The fact that you fret over him like this makes him happy but he doesn’t like seeing you distressed. He pats your back. “I’m alright~ You’re worrying over nothing. They’re just sensitive from the ‘massage’ yesterday. It doesn’t hurt, just feels a little odd, that’s all.” You’re still worried but it really seems like everything is okay. Your experience in feeling your boyfriend’s chest would alert you to anything out of the ordinary.
“I guess I should lay off for a while.” The thought of not being able to touch your lover’s beautiful pecs is depressing, especially when he likes the contact. You can tell by his hesitant expression that he’ll find a way to be touchy-feely with you anyway. As you expected, Shanks gets closer to you and gently presses his body against your side.
“I’ll make up for it.” This might be torture. One hand goes to his waist and the other to his ass. Well.. “Hmm~” he’s got plenty of other parts to squeeze. The redhead smiles happily and rubs his face against you, he really enjoys any sort of touch.
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However, it’s getting to be too much. You two have had sex a few times after that conversation, and it’s been great, but his pecs are feeling more and more off; bloated. He’s starting to get worried that he popped some sort of blood vessel but it doesn’t hurt, just very tender. It hasn’t gotten less tender with time either, just more sensitive.
Shanks sits on his bed, putting on a shirt that rubs against his nipples. He twitches from the contact.
“Fuck, did I get more sensitive from not getting touched?” He worries, considering you’ve been careful with him. He pokes at the tan skin through his shirt. Squishy. Bloated, tight. He starts to massage one,
Knock knock knock
then quickly pulls his hand away when someone knocks on the door.
“Shanks?” It’s you. “Are you okay? You didn’t come for breakfast immediately.” Oh. He looks at the clock on his wall and sees that he lost track of time. He’ll open the door for you.
“Sorry, I’m alright.” You look down at his chest. “Yeah?”
“They got bigger.” You would know as an expert.
“They did?” He looks down as he trusts your expertise.
“Shanks, maybe you should go to Hongo for this.” He hums in disapproving awkwardness. They really don’t hurt. They also feel really really sensitive, but you’re right here.
“Maybe instead you could help me?” Why would he bother the ship’s doctor with such a need?
“Wha-” He pulls you into his room and locks the door. “You can’t just-” He kisses you and his chest presses against your body, his tongue prying your mouth open to explore. The squish of the pecs you haven’t been able to enjoy, the needy tongue licking around your mouth; you’re giving in.
“I have a perfectly amazing lover to help and he doesn’t want to?” He pouts sadly and your heart stutters. Dammit, he’s distracting you and it’s working. You kiss him, backing him up slowly until he’s sat on the bed. Your hand instinctively goes to his chest and you grope it, he gasps and his back arches.
“Ah! I forgot to…” Your words trail off as you spot a wet patch on his shirt where his nipple is. You undo his shirt and pull it off his body quickly.
“Did you snap? It feels nice actually.” You grope again and a bead of white comes out. Shanks shivers from the sensation. “What are you doing…” It’s his turn for his words to trail off, he sees it.
Milk..?
You pinch gently and another bead comes out. An idea pops into your mind and you put your hand on his stomach.
“I don’t think this is from pregnancy.” He says that but pauses. Anything can happen in the New World.
The both of you quickly dress Shanks and run into the dining hall, you grabbing Hongo and slinging him over your shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Medical emergency.” Shanks states seriously and that switches on doctor mode for the blonde.
He’s placed into the medical office and gets his tools.
“What is it? Is it your chest? I told you something might be off and you chose to ignore me-”
“I might be pregnant.”
….
“what.”
“Ah, I’m.. uh..” Shanks realizes how ridiculous he sounds and gets nervous on how to explain such a thing.
“He’s producing milk.” You answer for him. Good save. Hongo motions for Shanks to sit down.
“You don’t have a womb, Captain.” He pulls out pregnancy tests. “But we can test anyway.” Both of you feel calmer that this is taken seriously.
The redhead lays down and undresses so Hongo can feel for any new organ that may have appeared.
“I don’t feel anything new, nor bumps anywhere else that would suggest a tumor.” He gently squeezes his chest to leak milk, feeling and sniffing. “This is definitely breast milk, though.” A few more tests are done and Hongo takes blood from your lover, then does a urine test. “The blood test will take a day, but the urine test…” He checks the results. “Negative.” The both of you sigh in relief.
Hongo did a few imaging tests, no tumors. Shanks starts itching at his chest again.
“Stop that.” Hongo can hear it without looking.
“It’s uncomfortable.”
“They’re full of milk, I’m not surprised.” The imaging tests also showed a high amount of milk stored in the chest. “My worry is that you’re producing enough to cause discomfort, and it could get clogged..” Hongo mumbles, both you and Shanks getting nervous. “Once I’m done with the blood test I’ll make medicine for you. For now.. you’ll have to empty them yourself.” Shanks glances at you. “You know, the likely cause of this is too much prolactin from excessive stimulation.” Oops. “So don’t use excessive force or stimulation while emptying the-”
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“Hnn~” You massage Shanks’s waist, kissing him deeply while he makes little pants.
“You’re still loud.” It’s like he just loves the action of making noise. You pull him closer to you while undressing him, his own hand tugging off your shirt. “I’m not supposed to be rough with you.”
“No fun.” He winks, pulling away. Having this taken seriously is too stressful for him. “Then go ahead.” He positions his chest outwards and you stare, your hand trembling as you reach out. You gently cup one and he bites his lip, you squeeze harder and he lets out a whine as milk comes out.
‘He’s doing this on purpose.’ You know, and that thought is only solidified when you gently pinch and pull. Milk squirts out more into your hand and Shanks arches his back with a pornographic moan. “Stop.”
“I can’t help that it feels good.” Yeah he may be exaggerating the noises but it does feel good, and it’s honestly very relieving having this come out.
“It looks like it’s coming out properly.” You move to wipe your hand and grab a large container to store it but when you turn back there’s a frown on Shanks’s face. “What?”
“It feels cold having you just put what I’m making in a container, are you going to throw it out? After my body’s effort?”
“Did you expect me to drink it?”
“...Well it’s not like there’s a baby to.” You’re losing control. He actually looks somewhat distressed. The perverted nature of your breeding kink, your love lactating like he’s pregnant, the fact that it feels good, and the sadness he feels over being treated like something gross. You can’t let him stay like this. You lean in and kiss him, gently and lovingly. His hand hovers over your shoulder before resting on it and kissing back. You pull back and your kisses trail down.
“Were you getting insecure?” You gently kiss one of his nipples and Shanks’s breath hitches.
“Slightly, I wouldn’t actually blame you for not wanting to.” You hum and lock your lips around the nub and gently suck. Milk floods into your mouth, pent up from the time stuck inside his chest. Your love shivers above you, grunting in both relief and pleasure. After it stops coming out easily you switch to the other and do the same. You pull back and drink.
“Yum.”
“Pervert.” He mumbles and you kiss him. It feels better, not so bloated anymore. You continue to suck on each one, there’s a lot more than you thought. While this is happening a jolt of pleasure comes from your dick, your boyfriend is grinding against you. “Hey, we’re already here.”
“Was this your plan from the start?”
“No, but it was a possibility.” Shanks undresses himself and lays down, making a small huff when lifting his hips up. “There’s no way you could resist me anyway, right?” He’s begun to pant, not actually sure while using his fingers to spread himself open.
“We’re not supposed to.” You grumble despite undressing with a boner as well. You put the tip to his entrance and he bites his lip, gasping when you thrust inside all at once. Warm, wet, tight but welcoming at the same time. Shanks pants harder but you start to thrust.
“Wait-“ You interrupt him with a harsh thrust.
“Don’t ‘wait’ me when you’ve been seducing me this entire time. If you really want me to wait then push me off, hm?” You lean forward in front of his face, he grips the back of your head into a kiss; then to his chest. They’re softer than usual, warm and full with puffy nipples that are so easy to latch your lips onto. The perfect milk maker, like he’s making more milk the more you drink. Making more with each thrust. “You really would make a perfect mother.” He flinches at your words, pulsing around you. “Why don’t I make you one, right now? You’re already lactating. If I fuck my cum into you over and over then maybe you really will get pregnant.” You bite one of his nipples softly and play with the other to his delight.
“Your words are insane.” Shanks managed to get out, but locks his legs around you with a smile. “Go ahead and breed me then.” You grip his waist tightly and pull him back into your thrusts. His eyes unfocus while widening. “c-cumming, cumming.” The redhead mumbles before letting out a moan, cumming over himself. So pretty, so yours as his lewd walls squeeze your dick in pulses with the throbbing of his own cock letting out cum onto himself. The taste of milk lingers on your tongue, pleasure is building up at the sight. You’re getting him pregnant, your love. Your first attempt for today.
“Here’s your first load then.” You pull him flush against your hips and fill him, feeling the stickiness lightly coat his insides; it’ll be much thicker by the end of this.
You pause for a moment before moving him onto his front, ass up, then plunge into him again. Oops. You’re too turned on to stop right now.
Your boyfriend stuffs his face into the pillow with a groan, in this position you can thrust perfectly onto his prostate, his mind is going numb while he pushes back against you. What’s more, you can glance to see those breasts rubbing against the mattress every time you move. The only reason he hasn’t came again is because he just has. Enjoy the view.
You adjust his hips more lifted to spread his ass open with your palms.
In and out.
Sheath and unsheath.
Watching the way you sink into him over and over. How he takes you so perfectly, how much his body wants to be bred. You grip onto one of his asscheeks, have the hormones made these softer as well? He suddenly shivers and you flinch as his insides tighten around you to cum again. “I haven’t gotten to savor this position yet, love.”
“Sorry.” He muffles into the pillow before flopping onto his side to catch his breath. You notice wet spots where his nipples were.
“What a waste of your milk.” You rub the spots, then gently rub his chest; they feel fuller already. At this point your stomach is going to burst before they can finish producing. You kiss his cheek and put him back onto his back into a mating press, perfect for this. “What a fitting position. My seed can go as deep as possible and stay inside.” You give a few shallow thrusts.
“hurry up then..” His heel gently hits your shoulder. Impatient. You lean down and kiss him, biting his lip from his brattiness. Slow, slow thrusts. “Don’t do this to me.” The redhead complains before trying to lift his hips up to meet yours. You pull away and he throws his head back with a huff.
“I promised to breed you but I can take my time to do it.”
“..Please.”
“Hm?” You give a single hard thrust.
“Fuck me, breed me, please please. I want your babies so- oh~!” You lean down and start to thrust earnestly. “Yes! Like that!♡” He’s cute when he tries to be bratty to keep control, but it’s nice to have him let go. His chest starts to move strongly with each thrust like proper tits. They’re begging to be milked again but you’ll leave them for a while to fuck him properly. You still want to enjoy fucking jizz into his womb. Your cum. That pleasure builds up quicker with the desperation to breed your desperate lover. Fucking him, breeding him. Slamming into his hole over and over before it all comes out.
Filling him again.
Moments pass with your second load adding another layer dripping down deeper into his abdomen. “Feels weird, feels weird.” His body squirms with the feeling and he orgasms with milk dripping from him with each throb.
Huff
Huff
“How much are you gonna end up making!?” You know his body can be lewd, and he’s got tons of stamina and health despite his age; but is he seriously making this much? It could be your fault for telling him over and over you’re getting him pregnant, though… hm. Placebo.
You lift him up onto your lap and rummage around for the container. “Hold this.” He grabs onto the large glass and you hold his breasts with your dick still to the hilt inside of him. You look at his face and he notices, locking eyes with you and giving you a wobbly grin. You massage them lightly and he braces before you grip them and aim into the container, milk going inside.
“I feel a little cow-like, sweetheart.” He says while trembling. You rub the tips of his nipples and shallowly thrust into him.
“What kind of cow is having sex with his boyfriend while getting milked?” His legs spread instinctively, leaning forward and struggling to grip onto the container. “Don’t drop your hard work.” Your shaft is pressed against his sweet spot, teasing it with shallow thrusts; keeping his mind fuzzy while getting emptied. You’re cruel, or maybe just horny, because your fingers go to the tips and tease them every so often; but he’s oh so into it. It’s obvious, the way he occasionally twitches around your cock, the way he lightly bounces onto it. You squeeze and pull, press and flick, it almost feels like you’re done. You’re about to finish too.
Spurt
He suddenly squeezes around you, cumming while letting the last of the milk release from his tits. It filled the gallon, this is really impressive. The sudden squeeze and sight has you shivering, not finishing as hard but it’s not hard to finish with Shanks.
Crack
The container cracks where he’s gripping it.
“Ah, I squeezed it too hard while cumming.” Panic sets in, you pull out to rummage around. There are multiple containers to switch to. They’re supposed to be used to empty his breasts over time but this works too. Milk saved. “You’re really passionate about this.” You hold the container out to him, slowly tilting a little into his mouth. “Mm. Actually pretty good. I’ve got a sweet tooth though so I’m pretty biased along with it being my milk.” Wow he really did not hesitate to try it.
“I drank a lot already so I think I’m gonna be done for today.”
“Y- Dammit.”
“What?”
“I was about to say ‘Yeah and we should save some for the baby.’” Placebo effect. Looks like his milk isn’t gonna go away soon even with the medicine and your “help”. Or is this help going to make it take longer…
First time I've used a non-character image for a banner but I couldn't find any ones that I felt comfortable using like this. I did add little hearts to censor though. Dont know if thats uh, actually enough. I just searched up male lactation on a website and picked an image from a manga while skimming it. Someone tell me if my thing suddenly doesn't get shown in the tags. This was pretty dirty but I still wanted it to be lovey right? I like it when things are lovey.. i have the gentle heart of a maiden. Also I'm trying a bit of a new formatting style.
Thinking about reader exclusively referring to ghost as "the missus"...
Really, it started as a joke. A little teasing jab at ghost for always being so soft with you, more affection than malice when you chose the title.
Offered anonymity, too. When other soldiers were talking about their sweet things at home, you could slip right in with "the missus is the same with me. Clinging to me all the time." Instead of mentioning lieutenant riley and having to explain why you, as a sergeant, are dating ghost.
That doesn't stop the fact ghost blushes bright red when you casually comment "the missus loves it when I'm big spoon. Settles her down right quick." At the breakfast table. Or when you snort at prices usual complaint about his wife and add "my darling gifts me stuff too. It's so cute, her little crafts, keeps the missus occipied."
Ghost should be embarrassed by it. He's a 6 foot fuck-around giant of a man who's killed more people than he cares to count. His skin is rough with callouses and scars and no one would ever describe him as pretty.
Except....except you do. You call ghost your "pretty little missus." And you...mean it?
It makes ghosts stomach flutter in a weird way. He likes being your missus. The idea that he even could be something soft and tucked away from war like all the other soldiers wives are.
Ghost makes eggs for you in the morning the same as he always does, but smiles to himself about acting like your missus. He cuddles you in bed, he tries to bake you cookies. He's domestic and soft and everything simon has never been allowed to be.
When you call him "missus" ghost feels...seen. loved. It's...nice.
Warnings: 18+, some sexual content (but it's asexual friendly)
Okay, let's be honest, this guy's probably internally homophobic (he's insecure about a lot of things), so it might take some convincing for him to actually admit that he likes you.
But once he does, I think he realizes it isn't as bad and scary as he thought and he soon gets over it, even though he still doesn't like being super touchy with you around other people. He usually doesn't like for people to know you two are together.
However, if someone starts getting flirty with you, his jealousy and possessiveness gets the better of him and he can't help but put an arm around you and give the other person a glare that will haunt them for years to come, if not forever.
At first, he's pretty reserved and not super affectionate towards you, but with time, he gets more comfortable and eventually he can't keep himself off you when you're alone. He always wants to touch you in some way, whether you're cuddled up together or just holding hands. He's impossibly nonchalant about it, though, and you giggle at him sometimes, which earns you a glare.
He's hard-headed and it takes forever for you to finally convince him that you actually care about him. At first, you don't realize how insecure he is and you don't expect it because of how confident he acts. Plus, he doesn't really ask for validation, he just sulks, thinking you're playing some game by being with him. Eventually, you realize how insecure he is and from then on you make sure to tell and show him how much you care to prevent him from feeling that way again. Still, there are days where he feels like there's no way you could love him and you have to go to great lengths to assure him that you do.
If you're asexual or abstain from sex for another reason, he's totally okay with that and respects you, but you might have to put in more work to make him feel loved.
Sex is one way that he can really feel connected to you and that he can actually see how much you care about him. However, it's a slippery slope, because sometimes if he feels like you're looking at him too much, he freaks out and feels ugly. You're constantly assuring him that he's crazy hot and the most beautiful demon you've ever seen (even though you've only ever seen one). Sometimes, body worship will set him off like that, but sometimes it actually makes him feel better about himself and gets him going. He absolutely loves praise, but he'll never admit to it. If you're topping and you call him a good boy, he might cum on the spot.
He's terrified of hurting you, which is also something that surprises you at first because of how rough of a friend he was before you two got together (always slapping your back way too hard and bruising your knuckles when he fist-bumped you after a good mission).
Any time you cuddle, you notice that he never touches you with his stone hand, and you tell him that it's okay and that you trust him not to hurt you.
It takes forever to convince him to do anything sexual, not because he didn't want to, but because of how insecure he is and because of how afraid he is that he'll do something to hurt you (especially with that huge cock we all know he has). You definitely have to start out small and work up to bigger things and you have to prove to him that you really do trust him not to harm you. He's afraid of losing control, but you know that he would never really hurt you and maybe you like a little pain (?)
If you're into receiving bdsm, it definitely takes lifetimes to convince him to try it out, but he would probably eventually come to like it. If you like it the other way around, he'd be hesitant, but he would definitely try it and I think he would like it.
If you smoke, you two share a cigar while you're cuddling and he tries to hog it, saying they're not good for you. Of course, you glare at him, snatch the cigar, and say they're not good for him either before taking a puff. He secretly loves seeing you smoke his cigars.
He is so incredibly protective of you no matter what the circumstances. If you go on missions, you will not be leaving his side the whole time. The thought of losing you, or even just you getting hurt absolutely terrifies him and he's doing anything he can to prevent those things. It gets to be a little much sometimes and occasionally you'll have arguments about how you can protect yourself, but you know he'll never stop protecting you no matter what. Plus, even if it annoys you and makes you feel like you're getting princess treatment when you're a perfectly capable guy, you think it's sweet and deep down, you love it.
I might do a second part, what do you think? There's literally no Hellboy content on here (or anywhere), especially for guys. I got y'all, though.
