#filthy friday

[aust-een]

I want to chew that filthy chain off his neck

[cheekykitsune]

Heat of the Moment

Hello, hello,

Welcome to another Filthy Friday! Today, we have some new Fatgum deliciousness to feast upon. Fresh off the press yesterday about noonish.

Hope you enjoy it!

  You hadn’t expected his rut to hit that hard.

  Taishiro had always been a force—massive, warm, steady—but in bed, he was usually patient. Attentive.

  Even when you were dripping and writhing beneath him, desperate to be touched; Taishiro had never lost control. Never let his instincts take the reins—until now.

  You had no idea what had changed. Maybe it had been the fact that he had been overworked leading up to this rut. Maybe it had been the way your scent sweetened the moment you saw him. Maybe you had just hit the right kind of nerve with him. Either way, when his rut hit this time; it took both of you down with it.

  His knot was already locked inside you—thick, hot, pulsing rhythmically as he filled you; his hips twitching with each shallow thrust he couldn’t help but give. You were panting beneath him, legs still trembling, chest heaving, and your nails half-buried in his shoulders as you tried to process the overwhelming fullness and the ferocity of which he had fucked his knot into you with.

  Every inch of you was claimed, wrecked, and aching in that delicious, stretched-out way.

  Taishiro, still giving those small, instinctual thrusts; leaned over you more. His bulk pressing heavier into your body, covering you completely—sheltering, smothering; owning you.

  You gasped out, already overstimulated, nerves shot from the stretch and fullness. His hips started moving with more force, grinding his throbbing knot deeper; each jerk of his hips causing it to tug against your entrance—sending electricity racing up along your spine—pressure building all over again despite the earlier orgasm he’d already wrung from your shaking body.

  Every thrust carried a sharp edge to it now. Possessive. Demanding. His cock pulsed deep inside you and you could feel every twitch, every throb, every subtle grind of his hips that said he wasn’t satisfied yet. His hands gripped your waist tightly, thumbs digging into your hips like he could press you down harder; like he needed to get deeper even when he was already locked in as far as he could go.

  Your toes curled. You whimpered out his name.

  And then he groaned. Rough, primal, so deep in his chest that it vibrated through your bones.

  “Gonna fill you up…” He growled; his voice barely above a ragged snarl of need. “Gonna breed you, Sweetheart. Put my babies in you…”

  You froze. Your entire body locked beneath him—every nerve going silent, every muscle tensing as your mind tried to catch up with what he had just said.

  Taishiro’s hips jerked forward again, this time slower, grinding instead of thrusting; like even his instincts wanted to savour the moment—needing you to feel every thick, swollen inch that kept you pinned open and claimed.

  “You’ll look so pretty round and full—” He rasped, his words cut off by a deep groan in his throat. “Stuffed with my knot, leaking my cum while you’re carrying my babies like a good little Omega…”

  Your breath hitched. You could barely think.

  Because Taishiro—sweet, considerate, gentle giant Taishiro—was rutting into you like his life depended on it; voice heavy with need and heat, spewing filth into your ear while he bred you as if it was all he’d been made for.

  And it wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment fantasy. You could hear it in the way his voice cracked—could feel it in the trembling restraint he clung to even now, muscles tight with the need to take more, give more.

  He meant every word of it.

  The realisation had your heart pounding even harder. Your mind scrambling to process, to react, to breathe. But all you could do was stare up at him—at the flush on his cheeks, the sweat glistening down his temples, the raw hunger blazing in his honey-gold eyes as he watched your expression flicker beneath him.

  And then the panic hit him.

  You saw the moment it hit. The flicker of uncertainty. The hitch in his rhythm. His grip faltered, just for a second, and his brows pulled together as if he’d only just realised what he had said out loud.

  “Wait—shit.” He muttered, panting heavily now. “I didn’t mean—I mean, I did, but not like—fuck, I didn’t mean to say it like that. I wasn’t trying to freak you out, Sweetheart. I swear—”

  His words stumbled over themselves, half-gasped between breaths, and you could feel the tremble in him—not from his rut, or pleasure—but from sheer, wide-eyed fear. Like he’d broken something sacred between you.

  His hands loosened their hold, not pulling away, but no longer clutching you like you were the only thing grounding him to earth. He shifted just slightly, trying to ease some of his weight off you even though you were still so intimately locked together.

  “I—I just got caught up. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He uttered, softer this time. “I would never…I wouldn’t push that on you. You know that, right?”

  You did. Gods, you did.

  Even in the middle of his rut, with his knot buried inside you and every primal instinct screaming at him to keep going—he was still trying to protect you from himself. From what he had said. From what he wanted.

  But as the shock began to wear off, you realised that you didn’t hate the idea.

  Your breath slowed, mind clearing enough to piece together how your body had melted under the weight of his words. How your walls had clenched around him. The mental image of yourself—swollen, filled, dripping with his cum and heavy with his babies—set something off inside you.

  Your hand drifted up without thinking, sliding up along the side of his neck. You felt him tense, uncertain, still trying to decipher whether you were comforting him or about to push him away.

  But you kept going. Your fingers threaded into his thick blond hair, curling at the base of his skull; and with a steady pull—you brought his head down to yours and kissed him. A heated, hungry kiss that told him everything your silence couldn’t.

[jedimordsith]

From the Imperial Eugenics Fic:

She lifted her hands to her veil, then stopped. “Do you have a preference?”

“Preference?” He asked dumbly.

“I understand some people wish to see their partners. Others prefer access only to the… necessary orifices.”

Luke’s stomach rolled. What horror stories were going around that he’d missed? Who was propositioning a woman like her with such demeaning offers? The protectiveness was back, stronger this time, and he didn’t attempt to fight it.

“I’d like to see you,” he said softly. “I know this wasn’t your choice, but I can show you a good time, if you’ll let me.”

“You’re a fighter pilot,” she said, something wry in her voice. “I certainly hope so.”

Undoing one hidden clasp and then another, she carefully lifted the headdress and veil away. Curls the color of a Tatooine sunset spilled free, down her back and over her shoulders, framing flawless, creamy skin and a face a Diathim would envy.

Luke sucked in a breath, feeling like he’d been sucker-punched.

Karrinnah glanced at him as she set the fabric down on the small table. “What?”

“I think there’s been a mistake,” Luke said, stepping closer in spite of himself. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers across a curl, as if to test that she was real. “This isn’t a holo, and Outer Rim farm boys don’t get paired with Core World princesses in real life.”

She offered him a faint smile, and he thought there was something almost shy about it. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not a princess.”

“You may as well be,” he told her, watching her unfasten her cloak. “I’m afraid you’re going to be terribly disappointed in return.”

“And here I thought you were going to show me a good time,” she teased, shrugging out of the voluminous cloak and slinging it over one of the chairs.

Luke nearly swallowed his tongue. She wore only a delicate lace chemise underneath that left infinite pale skin and slender curves bare to his gaze. When she stepped closer he could see the dusting of freckles across her chest.

“Do you want me to — ” she gestured at his clothes.

The movement was confident and smooth but Luke had the odd feeling that she was nervous beneath her perfect facade.

“I can do it,” he assured her, already hurrying to undo his buttons. “Why don’t you get in bed?”

[wannabemurdock]

Let’s get a super freaky filthy friday with Venom?

Damn, right off the bat. Going straight for it aren’t we? You damn well know I haven’t written in a while and went in for the kill 😂

His tendrils leave glistening trails across your skin in the dim light of the apartment. The unexpected warmth of him fills you with a sense of comfort as he explores your body. He glides across your skin with minimal effort, amplifying the ache between your thighs. The weight of his body pins you further into the mattress as he tightens his hold on your wrists.

A low growl emanates from his chest as tip of his tongue makes its way along the length of your throat. Separating, he towers over you. His stare leaves you feel like prey, helpless and vulnerable. As if reading your mind, he drags the sharp of his teeth along your body as he slides off the bed to his knees. Your knees shake in anticipation as he disappears from your view. Tendrils replacing the way his hands gripped your wrists.

“Beg.”

[therealslimshakespeare]

https://www.tumblr.com/precious-little-scoundrel/759292764485779456/and-like-someone-else-suggested-and-i-concur-i

ermmm. so as i was stalking the benny and lu tag today. i sort of had a wild thought about this that i’m like lowkey scared to share but. u know how u and the other anons were talking about how she does have fun and casual relationships with some other guys post spencer so she does have sexual experience by the time she’s with benny. but like. she is literally feral for benny because of all the domestic stuff he does for her. so. for the post that i linked above to like happen. benny obv would’ve had to have learned somehow that she hasn’t done that. and the thing is. i am like so in agreement that for survivors, being w someone else can feel easier than being intimate with urself. but like lowkey. what if the first time she like really truly had the instinct to do it was when benny was doing all this domestic stuff for her. like not even when she’s in sexual relationships with other guys but from THIS. and like she doesn’t act on it which is why the events in the linked post happen but like imagine her telling benny that. feel like his masculine brain would literally short circuit. and then result in the events of the linked post occurring.

fingers crossed u match my freak!!

Oh sweet lord yes I’ll match that 100%

Because I espouse the notion she made the first overtly sexual move and I don’t mean to make it sound like he’s leaving her out to dry but he is perhaps a little more guarded at first just out of sheer surprise she’d want him? That he wasn’t imagining it in an insomniatic and celibate haze? And since I also espouse the Yapper Lu when she’s comfy with someone canon and the Benny says what he thinks when he’s turned on, canon- that means at some point soon after the face sucking era starts, she likely tells him she’s been thinking of him so much at night she’s hardly sleeping she’s so very wound up. She’s eyeing her pillows and doorknobs and innocent hairbrush handles in dire need of him and he’s laughing in some shock but asks (all between kisses) if she’s really touched herself to the thought of *this*

And she says, well, no, actually. Was hoping you would.

To which Benny might either inquire or surmise that she just doesn’t do that ever. And he’s a man so his head gets a little fuzzy and his mouth dry and his lips feel to big for his face and he tells her, and the idea of her getting herself off to the idea of him before getting off on him is suddenly so crucial he’s got her fingers to his lips and a kiss before muttering “I think you should try it, if ya want it, you should try it”

[amour-anguis]

filthy friday/smut saturday

when @greenvlvetcouch tags me i simply must comply 🫡🫡

Evan brandished the handcuffs, silver gleaming in the slowly diminishing light of the room. He locked in Barty’s left wrist, ran them through one of the middle bars in the headboard, then clasped it tightly around his right. Barty pulled slightly, just a little test, and nearly moaned at the helpless feeling of the metal cutting into his skin.

This was always so fun.

The blond was back on him in an instant, a hot and heavy pressure against his chest. Tanned hands reached up and under the ripped cutoff he was still wearing, tweaking his pierced nipple harshly, a groan ripping from Barty’s throat.

“How- unfgh, ah- how are you gonna get that off if I’m already cuffed in?” Barty asked, keening into his boyfriend’s touch.

“Hmm, guess you’ll just have to hold it for me,” was the haughty response. Evan pulled the bottom of his shirt up so his chest was on full display, balled it up a bit, and shoved it in Barty’s mouth.

Barty moaned.

i tag whoever wants to be tagged bc i want alllll the smutty goodness on my feed pretty plz <3

[aust-een]

okay daddy.

[cheekykitsune]

Stuffed

Hello! First of all, thank you so much, I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my work! Second of all, I couldn't resist writing up a little blurb using this for Filthy Friday!

I will, at some point, write a PROPER scenario involving oviposition and Naga!Fatgum, but for now, here's an indulgence.

  You didn’t think you could take more—not after the first orgasm wracked your body, and certainly not after his twin cocks stretched you impossibly wide; one pressing snug and steady against your cervix, the other nestled lower. Both locked inside your pussy with swollen knots that pulsed with warmth and pressure.

  But despite this, Taishiro held you gently, his coils wrapped in endless loops around your body. Each shift of his thick, powerful tail reminded you of how fully he had you pinned in place. Caged. Protected.

  “Breathe, Sweetheart.” He rumbled; his voice low and sweet. “You’re doing so good for me. Just a little more.”

  You nodded shakily. The stretch of him was already dizzying, and now there was more—something building. A weight in the cock pressed up against your cervix, a shift in the pressure that made your breath hitch.

  “The first one’s coming.” He warned softly; a low groan in his throat. You felt it—really felt it—the thick swell beginning to move down the length of his cock, pulsing with weight and pressure. It was huge, and it was moving slowly, far too slowly.

  The sensation made your breath catch in your throat, a strangled little gasp escaping as your body tensed all over again.

  “Taishi—” You whimpered, unable to even finish saying his name. “It’s too big…it won’t fit. It’s too big!”

  “No it’s not.” He murmured, pressing his lips against the corner of your jaw, his tone so gentle in nearly made you cry. “You can do it, Sweetheart. You’re already doing it, just breathe for me.”

  You tried—you really did—but the pressure was mounting fast. The egg pushed along his cock, making every nerve ending scream. The way it dragged inside him, shifting forward with every slow grind of his hips, was obscene. You could feel it—inside him—pressing against the hot, twitching walls of your pussy from the other side before it even touched you.

  Then it did.

  It pressed into the ring of your cervix with thick, throbbing intent, and your entire body seized. You cried out, legs trembling as you were forced open from the inside, the egg pushing where nothing else had ever dared. It didn’t slip in—it stretched—slow and brutal, edging deeper with every throb of his cock.

  “Easy, Love, easy.” Taishiro cooed, holding you tighter, voice thick with restraint. “You’re doing so good; just a little more. Let it pass.”

  Your eyes rolled back, lips parting in a broken moan. The pressure was maddening. It burned, it pulsed and every inch it sank into you felt like it would split you in half—but still, your body gave. Your cervix, wrapped around his cock, finally stretched around the girth of the egg, and then it slid through—popped through—nestling impossibly deep in your womb with a wet thump.

  You sobbed.

  “I know, I know…” He whispered, smoothing a large hand over the curve of your belly, now slightly distended. “She’s in. First one’s in. You’re taking me so well.”

  You couldn’t speak anymore. You were too busy panting, sweat dripping down your temple, body twitching with aftershocks and the overwhelming sensation of being invaded. Of being filled in a way you’d never imagined—though you barely had time to try and focus on that; already able to feel the second egg shifting forward.

  “Next one’s coming.” He uttered softly, nuzzling into your cheek. “You feel her? How heavy she is? Just breathe like that again for me, okay?”

  You whimpered, barely able to brace as the pressure returned—more intense this time, now that your walls were tender and your womb already full. The second egg dragged hard within his cock as it moved, slow and steady, pressing forward with a wet slickness that made your whole-body clench.

  The moment it reached your entrance; your breath left you. The stretch was sharper now, too raw, too real, and your nails dug into the thick coil beside your hip as you moaned through gritted teeth.

  “She’s coming through…” Taishiro groaned out; his voice breaking. “That’s it, just…just let her in. Let me give you everything.”

  You swore you could hear it—the lewd wet squelch of your pussy forced to accommodate his girth and the egg moving behind it; your cervix stretching again; slower this time, aching. It felt like an eternity before the second egg popped inside with a sickeningly sweet heaviness.

  You choked on your breath, tears leaking down your cheeks uncontrollably; the impossibility of Taishiro filling you with his eggs nearly too much for you to bear.

  “Two down.” He praised, licking the salt from your skin. “Four more. You’re taking all of them, aren’t you?”

  You could only moan in answer, legs limp, belly twitching under the heavy weight of being bred so thoroughly. His knots throbbed harder inside you now, holding you in place; pulsing with the effort of pushing life into you.

  Then, after barely a few seconds to try and regain your composure—you felt the third one begin its descent.