price cockwarming fic is up. took a while and is late bc i have a LOT going on rn. trying my best :â(
anyways gaz is next i think because he doesnât get enough love and i refuse to even think about könig unless i have produced gaz content bc iâm petty. after that will be the ghost x ftm!reader fic. that might open floodgates for lots of trans masc content (including more ftm!johnny bc i love him)
also reminder i have a side blog @s4turnfr1ss0n for random thots. follow me there too for more of my shorter ideas that i might build on later.
poll winner is here! when you started dating an older man you thought his libido would be a problem. turns out, he might not be able to go multiple rounds, but he still has military grade self control and can keep himself from cumming for a long time. he decides itâs time to teach you just how good sitting on that edge feels.
Warnings: +18 NSFW, established relationship, afab but gn!reader (mention of cervix, clit, but no impreg talk), dom!price, lowk mean!price, but heâs also sososo sweet tho, old man price, age gap, edging (p to r), orgasm denial (p to r but neither of u finish so both?), gentle/loving sex with very light manhandling, emotional sex, size kink, dumbification, dacryphillia, cockwarming (duh), temp kink? price is a big guy and heâs got you pinned in prone bone so youâre not pleasantly cool, iâm a trans masc who loves a bear
The heat was what was making this so much more intense. The heat and the kindness. When he had suggested going this slow, you were almost ready to laugh. But you were curious, and he had purred sickly sweet words into your ears as he guided you to lay face down in the bed. He promised you this would be exactly what you needed. He was loving when he stripped you and spread you apart to gaze at your wetness. He was sweet when he first nudged into you hours ago, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your hips. And now he was all you could feel, his weight pressing you down, the hair on his stomach scratching your back, and the thickness of him buried deep in your soaked heat. Holy shit, he was like a furnace against you, in you, and it was so suffocatingly good.
âYou alright, love?â His voice is deep and rough, but it doesnât carry the harshness of a captain. Instead, his words blooming comfort in your chest.
You whimper and nod, trying to find words. Heâs already so deep and your brain is scrambling to process the overwhelming fullness he provides,âPlease⊠ah!â
He slides (somehow) deeper, dragging along your oversensitive walls as your body takes him all the way. Heâs balls deep in the wet mess between your thighs now, the head of his dick nestled in that little nerve dense pocket just below your cervix. You groan, head snapping up and hands clawing at the sheets.
âOh,â John rumbles, âis that where you need me?â
You nod frantically, body jerking away from the sensation, confused but desperately wanting more.
Your hole spasms uselessly when he tuts, âOh, poor thing, just relax and take it for me, love.â
He starts grinding slowly into you, and pleasure shoots through your legs and into your curling toes. What normally feels like rolling waves is now simply molten lava at your chore, aching and desperate and building but never seeming to peak.
Itâs not enough. As good as this feels, you canât finish from it. Thereâs nothing on your clit, thereâs not enough movement. And he knows this. Hes just making sure all your focus is on that slow, burning pleasure pooling through your lower body until your brain leaks out around his dick.
âNo.â
âWhy?â You whine.
âDo you feel good?â His voice is gentle, breath hot against your neck.
Itâs not even a thought, âYes.â
âThank me for making you feel good.â His voice is less kind. Oh god, did you piss him off? He doesnât like when you whine. You peek behind you the best you can, straining. Heâs closer than you thought, blue eyes staring back at you. Their coldness takes you off guard. Youâve failed to respond at this point, and he stops grinding inside of you. Instead, he drops even more of his weight onto your hips. The added pressure makes you yelp, immediately responding to his demand.
âThank you for making me feel good! Thank you so so much! Please donât stop- Pleasepleaseplease!â You stare at him desperately, head scrambling for more ways to beg but coming up short.
He smiles again, âWell, since you told me to.â
He starts grinding into you again and your head stutters, neck trying to give up but body too distracted to relax. He takes care of the problem for you, of course. A large, warm hand comes up to cup the back of your head and buries it in the pillows again.
âJust relax, love. Just take it.â
You twitch under him, the absolutely melting heat in your gut is back and spreading faster than ever. The feeling is consuming, all encompassing, your world is completely overtaken by your fullness, all you can sense is him. Itâs so, so good and suddenly youâre crying. Tears leak onto the pillow, seeping in and you panic. Why the fuck were you crying?
Immediately, the hand on your head moves to gently brush your sweaty hair from your forhead. He kisses gently from your temple to the corner of your eye, tasting your tears.
âShh⊠youâre okay. Youâre gonna be fine.â Johnâs mouth drops to your ear, his whole body caging you in, âThereeeee you go.â
You feel kisses spatter along your neck, a nibble on your ear.
He eases the anxiety out of you, your slight turmoil giving way to the pleasure coursing through your body like a pulse. Itâs amazing, itâs freeing, and you start to give in and move your hips in rhythm with his.
Thereâs enough movement between your hips now that you can hear the wetness leaking from you. Itâs nasty, and it only makes your face get impossibly more warm. You had never felt anything like this before, and your muscles softened into mush.
âIâm so proud of you, yâknow. You gave in so easily.â
He bites lightly at your neck then sucks the sting away.
âNow letâs see how long you can last.â
Authors Note: my dad is being an issue to my mental health again so we got old man price praise that is once again COMPLETELY self indulgent. sorry for the wait. love yall :((((
a/n: no nat for this one bc i usually write her as a lesbian, but in my heart she doesnât gaf about gender and labels. at the end of the day youâre still hers as much as she is yours <3
ALL of these fics will be published soon, the price fic will just be first. however, thatâs the one i have the least written for already. so, the price one might take a day or 2, but the others should come pretty quickly after that :)
as an avid habit enjoyer, iâm sorry babe, heâs fucking disgusting. if youâve got a phobia, heâs exploiting that shit to the MAX. god forbid youâve got emetophobia, because iâm sorry but thatâs def his favorite đđ itâs just too easy to send you into a panic attack by fake gagging behind you, and he absolutely delights in how freaked out and on edge you get every time he does it.
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Warnings: +18 NSFW, established relationship, gn!reader, switch!soap, switch!reader, brat!reader, soap is hairy, oral fixation, detailed kissing and making out, detailed tdick sucking and messy pussy eating (r to s), fingering (r to s), biting (both), manhandling (both), he gets wet af, he cums hard, various words used for johnnys genitalia (author is trans masc uses words like cunt, hole, tdick, dick), purely self indulgent
You knew that HRT had hit Johnny hard, I mean it was obvious. He was tall and thick, dense with muscle and hair. He passed in the military for gods sake! Countless transphobes not only looked up to him, they respected him, they followed his every command. But you had never gotten to see how all that testosterone affected his dick. You had seen bottom growth before, so you had an idea in your mind of what he looked like. Months into your relationship with him you still hadnât actually seen it, however.
See, sex with Johnny for the first few months is a whirlwind of pleasure. You learn quickly that he loves nothing more than to give, the furthest he had let you go with him was sucking aching bruises onto his lower stomach. Other than that, his mouth and hands never seemed to leave your body.
The first time you saw him naked was a complete surprise.
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His tongue slides slowly over yours, licking deep into your mouth and you groan. Youâre in his lap on the couch, his shirt is off, and heâs kissing you like heâs never wanted anyone else. His hand gropes slowly down your side, cupping your ass and pulling you to grind down against him.
âThere you go, love, just like that,â he pulls away from your mouth with a slight wet noise to speak and you whine, dipping down to suck on his neck. He groans as your hand comes up to dig your nails into his chest and your lips work against his throat.
You pull away from his neck, wanting another kiss, but a large hand on the back of your head pulls you back down.
Then down further.
You let him guide you down his chest, past the scratches you left with your nails and further still to the dense patch of hair on his lower stomach. You lick and suck as you go, slipping to the floor as you descend further down. You get comfortable between his thick, splayed thighs, and start to nip and lick at his hip bones. When you finally sit back, you realize that he had unbuttoned his jeans and was working on his zipper.
You look up at him, suprised, and he only grins wolfishly.
âGo on. Youâve been wanting this havenât you?â
You nod, not trusting your voice, and hook your fingers in the waistband of his jeans, helping him slide them down and off his body.
His revealed boxers are sticky against his thighs and cunt as he spreads his legs, and for a second you can make out the full outline of his swollen hole. And, more notably, a tdick big enough to easily fill your mouth. You groan and rub your finger along the slick fabric, gathering up his wetness before bring it to your mouth. You suck on your finger, moaning as your tongue licks up his arousal.
He lets out a shuddering breath at the sight.
âOh fuck, you like that?â He lifts his hips, sliding his underwear off too, before returning to his original position with his legs spread.
His cunt was gorgeous. Swollen and flushed, his hole pulsing subtly as slick dripped from it slowly. You knew his dick was big, but now you could see that it was heavy too. Johnny reached causally down to stroke it between his thumb and forefingers. His hole clenched and his dick throbbed in response, even more wetness leaking down to the couch.
You stare between his legs as your mouth waters, âGo on,â He rasps, âGet a real taste.â
You immediately dive in to slurp at his winking hole, gathering the slightly tangy cream up into your mouth before letting it drip onto his tdick. You watch for a moment, letting the slick accumulate into a delicious drop at his tip before taking the whole thing in your mouth. He tenses for a moment, trembling, before slowly relaxing. You smile as you feel him go lax under you and begin sucking at his dick in long, slow movements, letting the weight of him sit perfectly in the sliding curve of your tongue. His head falls back and his breath hitches as his hips start rolling slighting with the rhythm of your mouth. You work at him, letting the taste of his cunt overwhelm your senses. Just as his staggering breaths grow more stable, you switch to sucking his whole dick deep into your mouth. His hand shoots to grab at your head, and in response you start to lap at the underside of his dick in quick, firm movements. His head snaps up to meet your eyes.
âI donât want to cum yet, slow down.â he growls.
You keep eye contact and suck ever so slightly harder. You watch something dark flash across his eyes before her spits out, âOh you fucking-â
His leg hooks over your shoulder, calf pressing into your back, âIf you wanna play that game, then go aheadâ he grunts, hand reaching down to massage the base of your skull almost painfully, âShow me how good you can make me cum.â
Your thumb comes up to prod gently against his slick hole and he groans at the sensation of you teasing his entrance. You dip in slowly, gently, easing up on your sucking to relax his muscles a little. Your thumb slips in slowly with a wet shlick and he gasps, hips trying to jolt away from the stimulation. You sit there, prodding just barely in and out of his desperate hole. Once you feel his opening relax and leak profusely against your probing thumb, you pull it out and let your tongue start taking broader, heavy strokes from his throbbing hole up along the underside of his dick.
He decides to stop protesting, melting into the couch as the burning pleasure builds hot in his gut. The noises heâs making are incredible, deep and desperate and thick with lust and scottish mumbling. His eyes are hazy and still fixed on you but his eyebrows twitch and his mouth is left slack and open.
You watch closely as you slide your pointer finger down to the knuckle in his wet heat. Johnny curses, back arching as he fights to maintain eye contact and not let his eyes roll. You take his dick back into your mouth and go back to sucking on it rhythmically, curling your finger up slightly and pressing as you slide it slowly out of him. You immediately sink your middle finger in instead, reaching deeper than before.
âHoly shit. Holy shit,â He gasps. His eyes are getting more and more pathetic by the second, his pupils blown and lips chewed and swollen.
His leg twitched next to your head, thighs trying in vain to close. The soldier inside of him was fighting hard to maintain self control, but he could only do so much when after only a few pumps of your middle finger in his fluttering cunt, you slipped your ring finger in along with it. The sounds were obscene, the wet shlickshlick of your fingers embarrassingly loud.
He whined, legs now trembling. His hole was more than ready for it, in fact, it had been begging for it. It was like your middle fingers (which were now stroking along the roof of his cunt, searching for sensitive spots) were scratching an itch heâd had since you sat down on the couch together. Just about two digits in, your finger tips found that sweet spongey area inside him and began to stroke it in firm, pressing movements.
âOh! Yes!â
He gasped, eyes finally fluttering closed and head tilting back as his thoughts leaked out around your fingers. The couch was ruined at this point, but you didnât care as you hooked his other leg over your shoulder and pressed his legs to his chest. He lets out a noise somewhere between a cry and a groan as you suck him hard down to the base and begin to once again lap at the underside of his aching dick.
âOh my God. God. Please! Please I need-â His chest is heaving, and your fingers start to reach deeper inside of him again, slowly creeping further and further. You groan against his dick, feeling his molten walls open for you.
His legs lock around your head and you know heâs about to cum. It just would take a little more, just a slight adjustment, maybe if you crooked your fingers just there-
He clenches down hard as his back curves and pleasure pours through his body. He stays here quaking for one, two, three, four. his mouth opens in a silent âohâ as his orgasm melts down to spasming shocks. You continued to milk him as he clenches down on you, body protesting your persistent fingers. Cum slips between your fingers and out his hole with a squelch and aids in the growing mess between his thighs.
You pull away for just a moment, finding your voice, âThere you go, let it all out for me baby,â then you return once more to suck and lap firmly at his dick.
He whimpers as the full body twitches gave way to a fluttering heat that burned nearly painful where your fingers toyed inside him. You keep going until these flutters reduce to occasional twitches, then pull away and admire your work.
Johnnyâs hole is somehow more swollen than it was before, flushed a deep red and decorated with webs of thick fluids that made a mess in his thick hair and left his ass shiny and slippery with slick. His dick twitches with sensitivity in the cool air. He looks beautiful, and you smile.
Hands on your face tug you to face him. A few tears had escaped from his shining eyes and rolled down his temples. Other than that, his lips were spit slicked and his skin shone red with need.
He yanks you into a kiss, groaning deep into your mouth as he tastes his own arousal on your tongue. He licks along your teeth, then baits you to do the same by pulling away before sucking your tongue harshly. You moan and pull away, feeling his lips desperately trying to pull you back in. He stares at you with dark eyes and you grin. Your head cocks.
âWas that ok?â You ask with a smile.
He sucks his teeth then smiles slowly, âCâmere.â
You climb on top of him again, reaching to wrap an arm around his head to kiss him one more. Before you can, he flips you so youâre flat on your back on the couch and you feel the mess he left behind under your right hip. A big hand cups your chin and tilts your head to the side, exposing the column of your throat. He sinks his weight down, and his hot mouth starts lapping at your pulse point. His leg slots between yours and he forces your hips down.
He licks up to the sweet spot behind your ear and sucks a hickey there, biting harshly for a second before he retreating with an audible pop. Then, in the deep rough accented voice of his he purrs, âYou were fuckin fantastic.â
Yaaay I finished it. They look goofy, I can't take them seriously. I hope you like it, next are some close ups and the speedpaint if you care. The file says it was like 10 hrs of progress.
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