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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Can I have some dilf Jake & younger reader (ofc over 18 tho!!!! , maybe like 10 years difference idk )

maybe reader being jakes best friends daughter and them hooking up 😩🔫

also Jake being lowkey mean abt it 😏…

like yk “my slut” or “what would your dad say if he saw you like that - mouth stuffed with my cock” 🕴🏻

NO BECAUSE THE WAY I LOVE THIS IDEA OMGGGG

my vibrator's gonna run outta battery from all these spicy ass asks 🤭🤭😩😩😩😩

You had always had a crush on Jake Sully. He was old enough to be your dad—seeing how he was almost your dad's age and your dad's best friend. You just never thought it would turn into what it did.

You found yourself more often than not envisioning him fucking you. His naked body, all on display, his thick hands caressing your thighs, his being controlling yours.

Every day, every night—always, you were daydreaming of him. Daydreaming of what he would say, how he would feel inside you, how we would touch you...

You imagined being used by him, and the feeling was too much.

You couldn't even look at him without getting all flustered, your ears folding against your head, tail swishing anxiously, cunt growing moist.

And it was almost like he knew. He'd smirk at you, wink at you, give you little pats on the thigh, caress your lower back, smile at you. He'd call you girl, and sweet, and once or twice, baby. But, you assumed those were all signs of endearment. What else could they be?

You were torn between hell and heaven when your parents announced having to take a trip to one of the neighboring clans, something or another about old friends, acquaintances—whatever. You didn't care about that. You only cared about who they were leaving you with.

Jake.

“But, Father,” you'd complained, “I'm twenty! I can stay on my own.” It was a futile attempt at a) trying to hide the excitement coursing through your veins; and b) at hoping you wouldn't have to remain under Jake's care, in his home, for an entire week.

A whole week, just the two of you.

“It's not about whether or not you're old enough,” your father replied. “You're responsible enough, you know your mother and I trust you, but in case anything happens, it would be good to know Jake can be there to help.”

No matter what arguments you presented, your parents brushed them away. And that's how you found yourself, days later, living under Jake's roof.

It was awkward the first two days. You'd sort of try to avoid him, you would refuse to look into his eyes, and you'd be terrified of daydreaming. Every time you thought of sex with Jake, he would ask, “What's on your mind, sweet?” and he'd have this look in his eyes...this thick, heavy look that made you shudder.

Eventually, you settled down a little, growing more comfortable around him.

Really comfortable, actually.

On a particular morning, just as dawn washes over the land, you wake up, sweating and panting, from a dream—no, another dream where Jake fucked you, his mouth on yours, his hands all over your body, his cock buried deep, deep in your body.

Judging by the time, you assume Jake's already out hunting. Still dazed with sleep and lust filling your veins, you sneak a hand between your thighs, softly caressing your already-wet pussy.

You sigh softly as relief fills you.

Jake's gotta be gone already, you think to yourself, fingers circling your pulsing clit. There's no way he's still here. He always leads the morning hunts.

You remove your loincloth, bending your legs and spreading them, one hand focused on your clit as the other one pushes a finger into your aching entrance.

You mewl softly, hips rolling against your hands, and you close your eyes.

The dream had been so vivid, so fucking real...You can still feel Jake, as if everything had truly happened. You can feel his cock inside you, his mouth on yours, that stupid smirk plastered across his lips.

“Fuck,” you hiss out quietly, curling the finger inside you upwards, touching your g-spot while your other hand pinches your clit. “Oh, fuck.”

As your body starts bucking with the pleasure, you imagine it's Jake's hand, his fingers on your pussy, his voice calling you baby and girl and sweet.

You're flustered, cheeks bright with your blush, body quaking. Fuck, what you'd give for Jake to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. Fuck.

The vivid image of Jake's eyes, amber and predatory, always sharp and cunning, sends a sudden jolt of pleasure through you.

“Ah!” you cry, a little louder than you would've liked to, but the sound is already out, and followed by a whimper of, “Jake.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jake sleeps not far from you, only a bedroom away, and when he hears you gasp, he sits up, alarmed.

He'd asked Tsu'tey to take over his shift for him, deciding he'd stay here in case you needed anything. The sound of your voice sends fear through him at first.

Something's wrong, he thinks, rising off his bed, quickly walking towards your bedroom.

But as he approaches, hand out, ready to push the flap of your tent open, he hears you again.

“Fuck.”

And Jake knows that sound. He knows it's not terror, it's not pain, it's not a call for aid. It's pleasure.

As he quietly steps closer to your bedroom, a whiff of your scent reaches his nose, intoxicating and thick. Your arousal is strong, it makes his cock twitch, his pupils dilate.

Jake shakes his head, pushing his cock down in an attempt to brush off the arousal.

What's wrong with me? Listening to the poor thing touch herself in there...as if I had any right.

Still, he doesn't walk away. He's about to, though, when another of your gasps reaches his ears.

“Fuck! Jake.”

At this, he freezes, ears perking, entire body going rigid. His cock springs to attention, lust beginning to sear through his veins.

Last he'd checked, you didn't know any other Jake but him...could it be that you were touching yourself to him?

“Yes, fuck,” you whine lowly, the sound of your soaked pussy growing louder, squelching as you fuck yourself.

And goddamn, Jake can't help himself.

He carefully pushes the flap of your tent open, peeking in, only to find you, legs spread wide, pussy on display, your hands touching yourself. He licks over his lips, his cock aching, as your scent grows stronger. He rubs his hand over the erection poking through his loincloth, yearning to fuck you.

He watches you for a moment, studies the way you touch yourself, the way your back arches, the way you throw your head back. Your pretty eyes are shut tight, your limbs quivering, and you poor fucking thing, he can't not help you when you're clearly in so much distress.

“You know, sweet, if you woulda told me you wanted me, I would've just helped you already,” he says, stepping into your bedroom, allowing the flap of the tent to close behind him.

You jerk, opening your eyes, quickly seeing him standing before you and removing your hands from your cunt, sitting up.

“Jake,” you stutter, voice breathless, cheeks growing darker with your blush. “I-I thought you'd—”

“Left for morning hunt?” he finishes for you, smirking. “Tsu'tey's leading today, baby.” His eyes scan over your pussy, gaze turning dark. “And thank fuck he did, huh?”

Deeply embarrassed, you croak out, “'m sorry, I...I, uh...I was just...” You trail off, at a loss for words. What could you possibly say to mend this?

“Touching yourself to me?” he questions, approaching your cot, crawling onto it.

You divert your gaze from him and press your thighs together, hiding your pussy from him.

“Oh, don't try to be all innocent and sweet now, girl,” he says, scoffing. “Spread your legs. Let me see how bad you need it.”

You refuse to meet his eyes, just as you refuse to open your thighs. So, Jake uses his huge, rough hands to force your thighs apart. You close your eyes, ashamed, goosebumps prickling over your skin.

His eyes drink in the sight of your soaked pussy, puffy from your ministrations, your slick dripping onto the thin mattress below.

Jake clicks his tongue. “You poor thing,” he says. “You were close, huh? And I interrupted you?”

You don't reply, only offer a tiny nod before murmuring, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” he echoes, as if confirming the notion, licking his lower lip. “Will you let me make up for that, sweet?”

At this, your eyes snap open, meeting his famished gaze. “How-how do you mean?”

Jake smirks. “I'd prefer to show you. Will you let me?”

You consider it for a second. The opportunity of a lifetime...you're not gonna just let it slip past you...right?

“But you—What about my father? My mother?” you ask, voice quivering, and Jake can hear you don't give a fuck about that. You're just trying to be the good girl you always are, always trying to follow the rules and meet the expectations.

“Forget about them,” he replies. “They're not here to stop us, hm?”

You stare into his eyes for one, two, three seconds before nodding. “Okay,” you say quietly. “Show me.”

Jake smirks, his cock fidgets under his loincloth, and he removes the item of clothing. Your eyes fall to his cock, pupils growing wide at the sight.

Overcome with lust, you rise to your knees, asking, “Can-can I touch it?”

Jake groans at the request, throwing his head back. “Fuck,” he gasps. “'f course you can, sweet. You see how hard it is? It's for you, baby.”

You shyly reach for him, hand a little unsure as it wraps around his cock. The moment you touch him, Jake grunts softly, and you jerk him slowly, gently, glancing up at his face as he stares down at you.

Your big doe eyes find his predatory gaze. His lips are parted, little breaths leaving his mouth as you inch yourself closer. You place a kiss on the tip and Jake hisses. He wants to push you on your back and just fuck you, but he doesn't want to scare you off.

You lick his underside experimentally, keeping your eyes on his cock, and he watches, enthralled, as you play with him. The look of curiosity and amazement across your face makes him harder, precum dripping from his thick head.

You glance back up at him and timidly question, “You'll put it inside?”

Jake smiles at you, a cocky, seductive smile. “Inside that pretty pussy, if you'll let me,” he replies.

You nod slowly, understanding, before lying yourself on your back and spreading your legs. “I want you to.”

And Jake swears he's dead, he swears he's done for, swears his entire being is about to go haywire.

He remains kneeling on the bed, grabbing your hips in his large hands and pulling them up so your ass rests on his thighs. Your eyes are wide, excited, heart beating out of your chest.

“Watch,” he orders as he positions his cock against your entrance and then pushes into you, slowly, carefully.

Your eyes flutter a little as he enters you, but you don't gaze away from where your bodies meet. When the thick head meets your cervix, you gasp softly, body jerking, and Jake groans.

This is so much better than dreaming, you decide, clenching around him, making him grunt.

“So fuckin' tight,” he gasps, starting out with slow thrusts to see how you'll take it, and then increasing his speed, his eyes locking onto your breasts as they bounce with his pounds.

“Fuck!” you gasp, hands digging into the mattress below, legs shaking. You can't believe how deep inside you he is, how he stretches you out. It's so much better than your hands. So, so much better.

“Look at you,” Jake says, moving his gaze to where your pussy swallows his cock whole. “Takin' me so well, sweet. Is it good?”

“'s so good!” you reply, moaning, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You didn't think it could be this fucking amazing. “So good.”

Jake chuckles softly, watching you, and he figures he might as well force a confession from your lips while he's at it.

“Was this the first time you touched yourself to me?” he questions, one of his hands moving to your clit and drawing circles on it.

“N-no,” you reply, gasping and shaking.

“No?” Jake repeats, amused. “How many times have you done it?”

“Every-every—” You gasp, back arching, as he pinches your clit. “Ev'ry night.”

“Every night, huh?” he says, smirking. “And why didn't you ever tell me?”

“'cause you-you're dad's best friend,” you reply, whining as he angles his hips upwards, allowing his cock to press against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Ah, I see,” he chuckles. “You were afraid of your dad finding out, hm? Afraid he'd see how much of a slut you are for me?”

That makes you clench around Jake, and he groans, biting his lower lip. “'m a slut,” you echo, nodding. “A slut.”

“No,” Jake says, thrusting into your harder, deeper. “You're my slut.”

At this, you cry out, pussy dripping. “Your slut,” you agree, nodding. “'m your slut, Jake.”

“Yeah, you fuckin' are, aren't ya?” He smirks, his eyes watching your stuffed cunt. “Jesus, kid, what would your dad say if he saw you like this, hm? With your cunt full of my cock?”

“Ah!” you moan, the mere reminder of how wrong, how off limits Jake's supposed to be making you more aroused. The idea of breaking the rules for Jake makes your pussy throb, your legs quake.

“I'm not gonna lie to you, darlin',” he says, groaning. “I've jacked off to you every now and then, too. You and those pretty eyes, and those perfect tits, and that sweet ass. Goddamn. It's fucking impossible for me not to be hard around you.”

You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as you try to meet Jake's thrusts with the desperate bucking of your hips.

“Fuck, this is fuckin' amazing,” he grunts. “You have any idea how much I've wanted for you to suck my cock? How many times I've wanted to eat your pussy? How many times I've wanted to fuck you for hours until you're crying and begging me to stop?”

You whimper, entire body clad in a thin layer of sweat, your cunt fluttering around Jake's cock.

“One of these days, girl, imma make you squirt, yeah? You want me t'teach you that neat trick?”

You nod. “Please! Teach me whatever you want! Yes!”

Jake can feel your body tensing, your pussy growing tighter around him. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna coat my cock with your cum?”

“Mhmm!” you reply, whining, mind too lost in pleasure to formulate words.

Jake increases his speed, his hips ramming into yours, fingers pinching your clit, making you jerk and squeal in delight.

“Come for me, girl,” he encourages, his voice thick and rough with his approaching orgasm. “Come all over my cock so I can fill your pussy with my load, yeah?”

“Mhmm!” you repeat, nodding desperately, body thrashing wildly as Jake pounds you.

The pleasure becomes a harsh wave that crashes against the walls of your womb, threatening to fill you to the brim and then some more. You mewl, back arching, your eyes shut tight and your mouth open. You're gasping, shaking, cunt clenching around Jake with so much force, he drags against your insides almost painfully.

And then your orgasm claws its way out of you, breaking free, making your body shudder as you cry, “Jake! Jake!”

“I know, girl,” Jake replies, his own orgasm so near. “I know.”

As you begin recovering from your high, your pussy softens around Jake and he pounds into you, making you squeal and gasp, before he finally comes, spilling into you. His cum is hot and thick, sticky as it fills your cunt, dribbling out from how full you are.

Jake hasn't pulled out of you yet when he says, “When your parents come back, don't get nervous 'bout anything, kid. If they ask what we did, you just say you had a little bonding session with your dad's best friend.”

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multifandomenjoyerr · 8 months

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🍳 Sanji Vinsmoke Agere Headcanons 🍯

🍯 | I like how the agere community who enjoy One piece agrees that Sanji is an age regressor and I'm here for it (he is so baby coded)

🍳 | One piece: Vinsmoke Sanji 🧩

👒 | Ft: Zoro + Luffy

⚠️ | smoking (brief HC)

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; quiet little, doesn't like loud noises! So when he's regressed you'll always find him in the kitchen

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; he has a onesie that matches his old one he had as a baby. He always sleeps with it on!

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; speaking of onesies, he still has the old one with him at all times. He always ends up crying when he can't put it on:(

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; infant to toddler regressor (15m-4years old). The most common age he sticks with is around 2-3!

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; ADORES petnames. Luffy called him "his little chef" once and it became his forever favorite thing to be called

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; Zoro is the fun uncle to Sanji. Zoro is the type of person to walk past you but not before ruffling your hair

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; despite their rivalry type relationship when Sanji is big, when little he idolizes Zoro and enjoys his company more than the rest of the strawhats (I just have a feeling that he would honestly-)

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; he isn't trusted around ovens anymore when little. He almost burned down the ship after being left unintended. However when nobody is around Luffy let's him into the kitchen despite what the other crew members say

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; poor boy is yet to have a pacifier of his own:[ he only owns two little gears which being: a sippy cup and one stuffie

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; very sweet little! He listens to adults and often cuddles up to them to take a nap. He adores playmates and sibs to the very end! Since he's out on the water a lot he often doesn't get to spend time on land. So it gets lonely for little Sanji

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; Luffy is his sibby AND his playmate so it's not all that bad.

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; Sanji is quiet when regressed, it's hard to ever actually see him interacting with anyone besides Luffy and Zoro. But once Luffy is regressed and so is Sanji, OH BOY— someone's hat is gonna catch on fire. They're a very chaotic duo and Luffy is the only person who manages to bring that side of Sanji out and active

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; calls everyone "mama/dadda" and calls Luffy his "bubby/baba"! He once called Zoro "unkie zozo" and he forever called him that

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; loves to cook, but it becomes a challenge when little. so he gets chopper or Nami to help him mostly! He made everyone vanilla milkshakes and it's really the only thing he can make (he just puts milk in a cup and a LOAD of sugar in it. But hey he's trying)

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; ⚠️ he still smokes when he's regressed. He often feels bad and insecure about it, but after alot of comfort and just in general getting comfortable in his age regression, he doesn't feel bad about it anymore

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; autistic little, needs some form of music to keep him calm when he's upset. If not that the second best option is giving him his stuffie which works 90% of the time

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; he regresses to cope. He regressed for as long as he remembered. But it didn't become more obvious until after they left the island, in which he started to look more into it

(ᴗ ᴗ ) ; has a sweetooth. He might've stolen like a full bag of candy in which he keeps it under his bed for him and Luffy to devour over time

BONUS MOODBOARD (messy)

I tried to make the Moodboard match the Headcanons I stated (and what I generally believe Sanji would be when regressed I suppose). In conclusion: Sanji is best boy and he honestly makes my caregiver instincts kick in /pos

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 1 year

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Does anyone feel like chatting in my inbox??

I'm super bored lol!

Any and all topics are welcome!!

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Lance Tucker X reader:

Lance is readers new trainer and thinks she needs a special lesson in flexibility (18+)

I’m so weak for Lance tucker tbh

He’s an total asshole and a dick but I’d do anything and everything for him 🧎🏻‍♀️

Stretching you (out)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: lance tucker (he’s a fucking warning ⚠️😩), slightly forced stretching (trust me, it’s gonna be good👀), fingering, oral [ m&f receiving -> 69], p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, pain kink(but not a lot), dirty talk, let me know if I missed smth

Let’s thank @jamneuromain for the split part👀

Moodboard for this one shot here

18 +

Walking into the gym, you looked around. There were no people around anymore, since you had booked a session with a personal trainer- Lance Tucker himself- and wanted to work on yourself a bit. It’s not that you weren’t happy with yourself- you just wanted to try it out. Maybe going to the gym would become your hobby? Maybe you’d like to come here?

Ha, you’d definitely like to come but you didn’t know that yet.

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush, feeling his gaze on you. It felt like he was trying to stare into your soul… or making out the outline of your nipples under your shirt and sports bra.

Lance laid out a mat on the floor while you put your beg aside and followed him, not being able to stop looking at his ass- fuck, he had such a- “I can feel you staring” said the man without needing to turn around. Once again you felt your blush deepen.

Quickly you looked away- even though your gaze fell on him again when he took off his jacket, throwing it aside. His shoulders stretched out the material of his white t-shirt and you could actually see his nipples perk up, feeling the chilly air hit his arms.

Fuck, his arms.

You couldn’t stop looking at his biceps while he put up some equipment. He could tell you were still looking at him. Good.

“Haven’t I told you to stretch?” he said, folding his arms, knowing it would drive you crazy… and surprise, surprise, you looked down at his pecs, swallowing once, twice.

You slowly nodded, putting your leg forward and leaning forward, touching your toes. The last time you stretched was probably in highschool- you didn’t remember any of the exercises besides this one.

Watching you, Lance chuckled, stepping closer, and stopping purposely right in front of you, with his crotch close to your face. Automatically you lifted your head up, staring for a moment at the curve in his pants but quickly averting your gaze away from his, well, dick.

Your cheeks were burning, while he seemed pretty smug, looking at you exuding power and sex appeal, enough to make your knees wobble.

He showed you a few other exercises to stretch your legs and arms… and watching him stretch his arms made you want to be choked with that biceps.

But what nearly brought you to your knees was the split he did. A fucking split.

At this point you knew you were drenched.

“I can’t do that” you said immediately when he looked up at you, waiting for you to do the same. He chuckled quietly- and even his damn chuckling made your pussy throb- standing back up and stopping right in front of you.

He jerked his head to the floor, signalizing you to get down -you weren’t sure if he meant the split or on your knees but you’d be happier about the second. “I’ll help you, sweetheart, promise. I’ll hold you” he mumbled into your ear before putting his hands on your waist and stepping behind you.

With his other hand he tapped your thigh, indicating you to push your leg forward. “Lance, I-“ he didn’t let you complain, pushing it forward himself while his leg stopped your other leg from moving.

While you slowly slid down you felt a tug in your legs, making you whine quietly- and yet Lance pushed you harder. “Fuck, Lance-“ you gasped which sounded more like a moan.

You felt Lance grin against your neck, while he pressed himself a bit closer against you. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll give you a gold medal to hold, huh? Yeah, I’ll give you the gold..” he mumbled, already feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

His hands slid to the inside of your thighs, slowly coming closer to your core. “I think I need a better hold on you”.his words made you shudder while he pressed you a bit lower- your legs trembled but you couldn’t tell if it was from the exercise or of how close his hand was to your throbbing pussy.

At first you thought you imagined his hand being this close to your pussy but you gasped quietly feeling it even closer. His hand cupped your core, rubbing his fingers over your hot cunt and you clenched around nothing.

“I can feel you throbbing, sweetheart… such a hungry pussy for a good cock… maybe that’s what you need, huh? Could you make a split for me, if I’d let you sit on my cock?” he mumbled into your hair before pushing his fingers against your hole through your leggings. A quiet, surprised moan escaped your lips.

Before you could answer or really savor the feeling, his hand disappeared and he pulled you up on your feet.

He smirked at you for a moment before grabbing your arm and pulling you with him on the mat.

“Now lay down on your stomach“ the authority and dominance in his voice made your knees wobble. You did as he told, laying down on your stomach.

Shortly after, Lance stepped over you with you between his legs. He kneeled over you and you could feel his cock against your lower back, while his hands slid over your thighs, pushing them apart.

Then he leaned forward, grabbing your ankle and pulling it up. You felt the stretch in your thigh but you didn’t mind the pain. If you had to be honest the sting felt pretty nice. You could even say it relaxed you. And turned you on.

He played your body like an instrument. Like he knew exactly how you felt- that you liked everything he did.

Lance looked at your ass in these tight leggings, trying to make out the outline of your slip. But he looked, and he looked…he even learned a bit down but…

“That can’t be right…” he mumbled more to himself than you while his free hand slipped into your leggings, only to feel what he had already expected. “So no panties, huh?” His fingers drove right into your cunt, stretching you with two of his long and thick digits, just leaving them in you, feeling how you squeezed him.

Fuck, he wanted to feel you squeeze around his cock.

But he had other plans before.

You moaned when he curled his fingers and rubbed over the sensitive spot in you, that you always had problems to reach yourself. “Fuck” you moaned, especially when Lance still pulled at your leg.

He started thrusting his fingers deep into your cunt, in and out, in and out… you didn’t know if you were shaking from the feeling of his fingers fucking into you or from the sting in your thigh.

Lance could feel how much you clenched around his digits the more he pulled on your leg, letting you feel even more pain.

Before you could even really think about what was happening, you felt a g-spot orgasm rush over you. “Lance!” you gasped, balling your hands into fists, trying to grab something- the mat- anything. Fuck. Around two of his fingers, nestled thick and deep inside your warmth, you felt your body twitch and pussy clench.

He chuckled confidently, thrusting his fingers once again back into your cunt and rubbing on your spot, not giving you a moment to breathe. You tried to squirm away but he didn’t let you, sitting on you and caging you with his weight. “What are you doing sweetheart? I haven’t stretched your other leg yet?”

You whined, shaking your head when he pressed even harder on your spot. “No- it’s- it's too much- Lance” you whispered, but he didn’t let you move away. “You can take it.” With that he lowered your leg and already grabbed the other one, pulling it back. As soon as he started feeling the slight resistance, he also felt your cunt clench even harder. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Letting me stretch you out so well.”

You really didn’t know if he meant your legs.

As soon as you felt a third finger pressing into your wet heat, you knew the answer to that.

“Fuck- Lance- I can’t-“ you whined not sounding like you meant it, moaning as soon as he started thrusting.

All three thick digits.

You felt hot and sweaty, not sure if it was from all the stretching before or from… the stretching now.

Lance grinded his dick against the curve of your ass. Hard and heavy.

You whined, not being able to say anything or make any other sound than pathetically whining and moaning into the mat. “Mhmm… come on baby, give me another one. I know you can do it” he mumbled, pulling your leg harder once again.

The pain in your leg added to the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers and in the next second you felt your orgasm being ripped from you, your thighs tensing while you sobbed into the mat.

Lance gave you a gentle kiss on your ankle before lowering your leg and pulling his fingers out of your abused cunt.

You felt so empty without his fingers filling you up. You couldn’t stop the quiet whine that escaped your open mouth.

Before you even opened your eyes, Lance had turned you around so you laid on your back, lifting your head. You wanted to ask what he was doing only to look at his back when he then turned the two of you around, making you sit over his chest.

He pushed you down to his crotch, pressing you closer to his hard cock, already peaking over the waistband of his sweatpants. So he didn’t wear any underwear either. “Come on, let’s stretch that pretty throat of yours…” Lance pressed your face into his crotch, letting you know what to do.

You suckled on his head, pulling his pants down and looking down at his thick dick. You stopped for a moment. Just looking and wanting.

His mushroom head was red and leaking pre-cum while his girth was covered in heavy veins that you just wanted to trace with your tongue.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Licking around him, flattening your tongue against his slit, making Lance moan quietly. He grabbed your leggings with both hands, ripping them along the seam, burying his face between your glistening folds.

You gasped, not only because of the cold air hitting your core but also because of his tongue attacking your sensitive clit, sucking on it. “Fuck, please Lance-“

He pushed three of his fingers into your heat, already imagining how you’d feel around his dick, squeezing and milking him.

Moaning against his tip, he used the moment to push his hips forward, sliding past your gag reflex right into your throat. You gagged but started bobbing your head till you were able to take his full length into your throat.

Getting his dick into your mouth made your jaw twinge slightly but you enjoyed the feeling of his thickness. The fact that he was so big it nearly was painful to let him slide into your throat, made your clench around his digits. “Yeah, that’s what you like, huh? A big cock filling your holes…” he mumbled, fucking into your mouth.

Within minutes he pulled two orgasm out of you, even though you felt like you could burn from all the pleasure he gave you.

It was so much.

So, so much…

Too much.

And yet you wanted more.

Lance moaned into your core, grabbing your thigh strongly enough to leave bruises but it didn’t matter. You liked the pain.

When he felt himself coming closer to the edge, he pulled you off of his dick and manhandled you on the mat, laying over you.

He pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, guiding his tongue into your mouth, easily winning the fight for dominance. You could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan into his mouth. And he kissed so, so good.

His dick pushed against your folds but not sinking into you. Just as you wanted to grab him and guide him into you he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them over your head. “Leave ‘em there” he growled into your ear before sitting up, looking down at you and quickly taking off his shirt.

There was a very confident smirk on his lips.

Your gaze slid over his muscular body, stopping at the medal tattoo above his dick.

Gold medal.

You had no idea where to look at- his god-like body, the tattoo or his leaking cock that you wanted to feel so badly in your cunt.

“We’re still not done with your legs, baby” Lance's voice made you look up at his face watching his satisfied smirk while you just seemed confused.

Especially when he grabbed your leg and started pressing it to your chest. “Lance what-“ “I told you I’d stretch your legs, sweetheart.” With that he leaned over you- and you felt his tip sliding along your folds, still not thrusting into you.

When his tip brushed over your clit, a moan escaped your lips while he pushed against your legs before sitting back on his knees- and repeating everything over and over again.

You could feel your own juices and his pre-cum coating your folds, even leaking out of you and on the mat. You’ve never been so turned on because of something- or someone.

You felt drunk on him, even though he still hasn’t fucked you yet. “Please Lance- you’ve already stretched both of my legs- please, please-“ you whined with both of your legs pressed to your chest while his dick rubbed along your pussy lips- he was so close to push into you.

“Please what, baby?” he grinned against your lips, letting his tip sink a bit into your core before pulling away. “Tell me what you want.” Of course he knew exactly what you wanted but he enjoyed your squirming and begging. If he would’ve been so bothered himself, he’d probably tease you for another hour.

“Fuck me, Lance- fuck me hard. I want to feel it for da-“ before you could finish your sentence, he starts plowing into you, fucking you so hard your eyes roll back, feeling like he could literally break you any moment.

One of his hands glides between your body’s, rubbing over your swollen, sensitive clit, ripping the next orgasm right out of you before you could even realize how close you were.

And he doesn’t stop.

Lance pounds roughly into your overstimulated cunt like you were just a toy to him. Just a hole to fill,- to fuck.

And that’s what you were at this moment.

And you loved every second of it.

When he finally spills into your cunt with a loud growl, filling you up, you can’t even tell how many orgasms you’ve reached- or even if you had stopped orgasming after he had started hitting right into your g-spot. Your whole body was shaking, trembling in his arms while he slowly put down your legs- never pulling out of your cunt.

He slowly laid down over your body, moving his hips lazily, enjoying how your pussy milked his cock all this time. “Lance- I- I can’t” you whined, feeling the pain from overstimulation rush over your body. “Yeah, I know, I know” he gave you a peck on the lips, slowly pulling out of you with a wet squelch.

You felt your cheeks redden when he looked down at your puffy cunt, filled and leaking with your mixed juices. He scooped some of it up with his fingers, before pushing back into you. You whined quietly when you felt him thrust his fingers for a moment before pulling back out.

It was weird to not have him in you. You felt so empty without his thick cock.

“Open up, baby” with your eyes closed you felt his fingers press against your lips. Obediently you opened your mouth, letting him feed you your mixed releases.

Your whole body twitched when you felt his tongue lick over your drenched folds, before he slowly came up to you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and kissing you hotly. Making the both of you moan against each others lips.

The kiss turned gentler and he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“We should do this again…” he grinned against your lips.

You nodded. Yeah, definitely. But you couldn’t find your voice to answer verbally.

“Are you free tomorrow? Seven? I pick you up and we can get some dinner…go back to my place after…”

Well….who needs a cold shower?

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flowylightwitch · 1 year

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Creepypastas in real life

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Pls request more Creepypastas who are easy to do in artbreeder, I enjoyed creating these but trust me It takes a lot of time 😭

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Imagine if people spammed my dms with cute vtuber clips and furry porn~ that would be a neet bois dream

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Here to show off my lock screen regarding my latest obsession. Feel free to use it as your own. If you have any requests or want to be part of a potential Taglist let me know! Also, if you simply want to rant abt the show spam that shit.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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age gap and daddy kink with jake?! maybe human scientist and jake becomes obsessed with how small she is and he has her call him daddy all the time, even in front of others 🤭🫣

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The reason Jake had initially been drawn to you was because of how much you reminded him of Earth. Sure, he had many unpleasant memories about the place, but he also had some pretty amazing ones. And you, with your young, soft human body, less than half his size, almost fifteen years younger, your pretty little ribbons in your hair, the little skirts you wore—it drove him insane.

Part of him was just allured to you. He couldn't stay away.

He made his every intention very clear, with his every visit to the lab, his flirtatious touches on your back, your face, your thighs. He liked to flirt with you, like to make you blush, liked to toss in a dirty joke every now and then just so he could see you get all flustered over it.

It was pretty obvious you were into him as well. No surprise there, he'd pulled every trick in the book in hopes to catch your attention. And it had payed off.

Not a month after you two meet, Jake decides to visit you at the lab one night. He's surprised to find you all alone in your bedroom, curled up on the bed as you read, wearing a thin tank top and a pair of tiny shorts for pajamas.

He smirks at himself as he playfully knocks on the doorframe. You glance up, smiling softly when you see him.

“Jake,” you say, surprised. He can hear your heart begin to race, it makes him grin a cocky, sleek grin. “I wasn't expecting you.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles, his eyes studying your body, your thighs bare beneath your shorts, your nipples poking against your top. He doesn't even bother to hide it; he makes a show out of looking you up and down, his cock twitching when you blush and squirm under his gaze.

You stand from your bed, arranging your hair, licking your lips nervously before asking, “Do you need anything?”

Jake shakes his head, stepping into your room, towering way over you, his eyes still staring at you. “Just wanted to see ya, kid.”

Your blush deepens, obviously flattered and flustered. “Oh?”

Jake closes the bedroom door and walks past you, moving to sit on the bed, and he just studies your bedroom. Everything smells of you, everything is just so you...it makes something inside of him grow warm and also...a tad predatory, feral with the need to make you his.

“I been thinkin' 'bout you lately,” he admits, meeting your curious gaze. “Kinda hard to get a pretty thing like you outta my mind.”

You laugh, bashful, eyes darting to the floor, as you question, “What do you mean?”

Jake smiles, reaching for you, his huge hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You swallow, eyes growing wide, your breath hitching.

“Jake?” you question, pretty doe eyes fluttering down to his lips for a split second before you meet his gaze again.

His smirk grows. “C'mon, kid,” he chuckles. “Y'know I want ya. I've made it real fuckin' obvious, hm?” He leans closer to you, his breath fanning across your face. “The only question is if you'll have me.”

You raise an eyebrow, coy. “You're not wondering whether or not I want you?”

Jake laughs softly. “I know you want me, darlin'. I can smell it. I've been smelling it for weeks now.”

You look surprised for a split second before your expression turns embarrassed, and you smile at him gently. “Touché.”

Jake's eyes are having a hard time staying on your face. Your lips are just so close, so ready for him to kiss...

“Well?” he asks. “Are you going to stop me?”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him nervously. One of his enormous fingers taps you under your chin to make you glance up at him. “Hm?” he insists.

You shake your head. Breathlessly, you say, “I'm not gonna stop you.”

Jake smirks as he effortlessly picks you up and places you on his lap, his humongous thigh rubbing against your pussy through your shorts.

You gasp softly, placing your little hands on his shoulders. Jake's hands splay over your hips, rocking you front and back against the hard muscle of his thigh. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes widened as you watch him.

Jake licks your jaw and then kisses down your neck. He loves how tiny you are compared to him, how he's a whole lot fucking taller, a whole lot fucking stronger, a whole lot fucking bigger.

You feel like a rag doll in his grip, something he could just toss around and use, something so fragile and delicate in his rough, calloused hands.

Something he shouldn't have. Something too young and innocent and sweet for him. And yet, there's nothing stopping him from ruining you. So, he plans to do just that.

Ruin you. Make you his. His, his, his.

The mere idea has his cock hardening under his loincloth. It pokes against your thigh, and the feel of it—so large, so fucking enormous—makes you gasp.

Jake chuckles at your surprise, rubbing his massive hands on your thighs to soothe you. “It's okay. Relax, kid,” he says. “Nothing has to happen, alright?”

You meet your eyes with his, your gaze dark and sultry. “You're not gonna put it inside?” you question, sounding disappointed.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I don't think it'll fit in you, hon,” he tells you, fingers squeezing your thighs.

“But I want it inside,” you complain, making pretty puppy eyes at him. “Please?”

You're 22, Jake can't help himself. It's the fact that you're so young, that you can be so naive, that you're giving him the chance to corrupt you...He smirks. “'f you call me daddy, I might consider it, sweet.”

You blush softly, heart racing, but obey nonetheless. “Please, Daddy,” you say, and Jake's eyes flutter shut at the way the word leaves your pretty mouth.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bouncing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp quietly. “Yeah, 'm definitely going to put it inside.”

He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored the chance to fuck you and have you call him daddy.

He lifts you from his lap and places you on the bed. He undresses you, revealing your tits as he pulls your top off, then exposing your pretty pussy as he tugs your shorts away. He's delighted to find you're wearing a pair of pretty pink lace panties, tiny and soft, and his cock twitches at the sight.

“You got lube 'round here, darlin'?” he asks you as he curls his hands around your thighs, pushing them open before he leans his face into your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent.

You arch your back, gasping softly, and say, “In the—in the third drawer.”

Jake kisses your lower stomach, smirking, before he gets off the bed, moving to your desk. He opens the drawer and finds not only a bottle of lube, but also a pretty rabbit vibrator.

He can feel his body aching with lust. He chuckles, grabbing both the bottle and the toy, before turning to you.

You're on the bed, legs planted against the mattress, thighs spread, as you watch him. When you see what he has in his hand, your eyes widen.

“I-I forgot I left that in there,” you admit, your gaze locked on the vibrator.

Jake's grin grows cocky, spreading over his gorgeous face, making you drip even more. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he says, “Have you ever used this while thinkin' of me, angel?”

You swallow, a blush spreading across your face and neck, as you nod slowly. “Yes,” you reply.

Jake slaps your thigh sharply, making you gasp. “Yes, what?”

You correct, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better,” he allows, studying the vibrator for a moment before turning it on. As the toy rumbles quietly in your room, you clench your thighs together, doe eyes locked on his famished gaze. He pushes your legs open and places the toy against your pussy, the vibrations purring against you through your thin panties.

You groan, biting your lower lip, and Jake watches your pretty face. He hooks a finger around the edge of your panties and pulls them off, leaving your soaked pussy bare.

He then slides the toy between your folds, making you shudder, before he slides it in, the shaft slipping into you with ease, the little ear pressing against your clit.

“Wanna make you come 'fore I stick my cock in you, girl,” he hums, thrusting the toy in and out, the vibrations muffled by your soaked pussy.

You mewl, hands digging into the bed sheets below, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Why?” you complain. “Jus' fuck me.”

Jake chuckles, simply fucking you with the toy, knowing he has to get you all nice and open if he plans on filling you up. “Trust me, hm? Trust daddy, baby.”

You nod. “I-I trust you,” you promise. “But I want your cock, Daddy. I just need you.”

“Shh,” Jake coos, kissing your calf. “I'll make it worth your while, kid.”

You nod again, allowing him to fuck you with the toy. Your pussy clenches tight around the object, your slick dripping down your thighs to the bed.

The vibrations are quick to make you weak, easily causing your pleasure to grow at a merciless rate. It has you gasping and moaning, the toy making the ecstasy coil low in your stomach.

Jake's predatory eyes are locked on your cunt, on how the toy slips inside you with ease, how your slick drips out slowly, the scent thick.

You glance down. When you see the look in Jake's eyes, a shudder slides up your body, making you moan.

He smirks at himself, placing soft, wet kisses across your thighs, licking your skin. He revels in the way you jerk at his touch, in the way you roll your hips against the toy.

“Daddy,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Daddy!”

You start to tremble, the pleasure making your body quiver. Your pussy is so wet, the toy causes it to squelch as Jake fucks you with the vibrator. He drags his canines over the skin of your thigh, making you mewl.

“Fuck!” you cry, gasping. “Daddy! Please!” you beg.

“I know, girl,” Jake says, gently biting your inner thigh, making you squeal. “I know. Come for me, angel. Come for daddy.”

You whimper, back arching as the pleasure rattles your every nerve. It grows within you, stretching out all over your body, and then your orgasm crashes over you, making you mewl. You gasp, writhing, as Jake drags your pleasure out, helping you ride out your high on the toy.

You're so sensitive, and Jake just keeps the toy inside you, still turned on, which makes you cry. “No! 's too much, Daddy. Please.”

Jake chuckles softly as he pulls the toy out of you. He turns it off and then licks it, tasting your arousal.

His cock is impossibly hard, balls aching with the need to spill their load inside your pretty, tiny pussy.

He removes his loincloth which is sticky with the precum that drips from the tip of his cock. Your eyes are quick to fall to his naked body, eyes widening at his width, and his length.

You're a little nervous about it fitting, a little nervous about it hurting, but the sight of it, the knowledge of how much bigger Jake is than you makes you excited, your body already growing aroused again.

Jake grabs the bottle of lube in his hand and spills a generous amount on his cock, smearing it all over his shaft. Then he spills some on your pussy, working it around your entrance with his thick fingers.

Your eyes are wide, chest heaving and falling with each heavy breath.

Jake runs the huge head of his cock between your folds before prodding at your entrance. He holds your gaze, saying, “'f you want me t'stop, you tell me right away, kid.”

You nod. “Okay,” you reply, breathless.

And then Jake's sinking into you, his cock forcing you open. Pain rings through your body as he stretches you out. You gasp, mewling softly, little tears forming in the corner of your eyes. And then, the head of his cock pushes inside you, making you jerk, and the pain dissipates.

Jake's ears are flattened against his head, your tiny pussy so fucking tight and warm around him. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, studying your face.

You nod gently, body rolling in search of more friction. “Deeper,” you beg.

Jake chuckles softly before he carefully sinks the rest of his cock into you. At first, you think he really won't fit. But then, slowly, your pussy stretches more, taking him—all of him. Next thing you know, Jake's hips meet yours, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so big, so fucking enormous. He dwarfs you, his body so much larger, his strength outweighing yours by a long shot.

Jake grabs you by the thighs and lifts you until your ass is resting on his lap. Then, he starts thrusting into you, which makes you cry out, tears of pleasure spilling from your pretty eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Oh, you're so good, angel. Look at this pretty pussy, taking me like it was made for me. Goddamn.”

“Daddy,” you cry. “Fuck! 's so good!”

Jake watches you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes shut tight, pretty tears staining down your face. You're so tiny, so small, your pussy barely able to fit him. He loves it.

“You're my good girl, aren't you?” he says, licking his lips. “My pretty girl.”

“Yes!” you gasp, trembling, his cock bruising your insides, your womb almost purring from how stuffed you are. “Yes, Daddy!”

The nickname makes Jake grunt, cock twitching inside of you. It's something about the way you say it, about how beautiful you are, about how your doe eyes don't give away a single drop of this dirty side of yours.

“So fuckin' gorgeous,” he says. The sound of skin on skin loud in your room. His balls slap against your puffy folds, making you squeal. His cock drags against your g-spot with ease, and you squirm under him. “So fuckin' perfect f'r me, kid.”

“'m yours!” you gasp, toes curling. “Daddy, 'm yours!”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I know you are, kid. I know you're mine,” he replies, one of his enormous hands splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. You gasp as you feel even fuller, Jake's cock ready to sink right into your womb.

You tighten around Jake and he groans, digging his fingers into your delicate thighs, surely bruising the flesh. Under the palm of his massive hand, he can feel his cock bulging in your womb, rocking back and forth with every thrust. There's something about how dirty it all is, how you're letting him fuck you when he's almost double your fucking size, that drives him feral.

He bares his teeth, hissing in ecstasy, sharp canines showing. You peek your eyes open to look at him, and it's the way he's so fucking predatory at times, how he looks insanely feral, almost out of control that has you close to the edge.

“Daddy!” you mewl, trembling. “Fuck! Fuck!” Stars are glowing behind your eyelids, your ears are ringing, and every rough thrust of Jake's knocks the air from your lungs.

“Goddamn, 'm so deep in you,” Jake groans, your gummy walls clamping down on him. “So deep in this pretty pussy. Fuck.”

You cry out, sobbing from the bliss. “Please! Need y'to make me come!” you beg, your entire body quaking from the unbearable pleasure. It coils low in your stomach, stretching out, feeling like liquid fire that sears your womb in the best way.

“I know, kid. Imma make you come, alright?” he promises. “You're gonna come all over my cock, 'nd then I'm gonna fill y'up.”

You mewl at his words, pussy growing tighter, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “You like that idea? You want daddy t'fill you up with his cum? Hm?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, tears blurring your vision as you try to meet Jake's gaze. “Daddy! Make me come! Please! 'm so close.”

Jake keeps his thrusts steady, placing his thumb over your clit and giving the little nub some much-deserved attention. You squeal at the sensation, the fire within you spreading all across your skin until you feel like you're going to lose consciousness. And just when you think you can't take anymore, when you feel like you're going to die, you come, squirting all over Jake. Your orgasm wrecks you, leaves you only half-awake, stars dancing behind your eyelids, black crowding at the edges of your vision.

Jake gasps softly as you come, his eyes trained on your slick that drips down his hips from your orgasm. You're so tight around him, so small and warm—

His orgasm crashes over him, making him shudder and grunt, “God fucking damn.” His load spills into you, thick ropes of cum that spurt right into your womb, his balls releasing all of his seed into your eager cunt.

You gasp at the sensation, but are too weak to do anything but lie there and take it.

As you two come down from your highs, Jake pulls out of you gently, watching his cum torrent out of you, dribbling to the bed sheets below.

Jake kisses your body softly, gently, and asks, “You okay, baby?”

You nod, breathing heavily, still too fucked out to talk.

Jake tends to you the rest of the night, massaging your muscles, kissing your skin, cleaning you up.

And ever since then, he can't stay away from you. He just about spends more time in the lab than he does in the forest. He loves taking you with him to the village. He'll hold your tiny hand in his huge one and lead you through the wonders of Pandora.

And what's more, he doesn't respond to any other nickname from you if it's not daddy. At the beginning, he settled for you calling him daddy only in the bedroom. But then, one day, it slipped out of you while you were visiting the village. Ever since, Jake insists on you calling him daddy for anything and everything.

He likes it. Likes how it emphasizes the fact that you're his. That he's the only one who gets to hold you, kiss you, fuck you, love you.

He loves that everyone can tell you're his.

Daddy's little girl.

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Not me frrrr getting carried away affff and writing like 3k words on this 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I just want to call Jake daddy, is that too much to ask?????!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

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