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⌈ Secret Post #2059 ⌋
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Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 045 secrets from Secret Submission Post #294.
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-23 12:30 am (UTC)(link)The idea is: post your smut! For, you know...kicks...
IN BEGINS IN 5, 4, 3, 2
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-23 12:44 am (UTC)(link)Kidd doesn’t get Law. The other captain is crazy, he thinks--what rational person wants this kinda shit? Kidd doesn’t mind, precisely, because seeing his marks on Law’s skin turns him on something fierce, but he doesn’t get it.
Four months after Shabondy, after Marineford, Law had turned up on the same island as Kidd, furious about something he wouldn’t explain and hornier than a three-beri-whore.
Now, as Kidd bites Law’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood, pins Law’s legs up around his shoulders, twists Law’s nipple like he’s trying to rip it off--the muted snarl Law makes isn’t enough. Kidd’s a curious man by nature, a violent one by inclination.
“Why?” Kidd asks, easing up a bit, allowing Law to breathe enough to answer. He’s got four fingers up Law’s ass and is thinking about shoving the rest of his hand up there if Law is good. See how much the mad doctor can take. “Why do ya want this?”
“Does it matter?” Law replies, and his body tightens around Kidd’s knuckles when Kidd pushes in deeper, testing. Kidd might need to use more lube than just spit for this. “You get what you want, I get what I want. It’s a win win situation.”
It’s kind of annoying, how Law still manages to talk like some kind of scholar when Kidd’s working his thumb into Law’s hole. It’s dry and too tight, and Kidd should probably grab lotion or something, but Law isn’t stopping him. In fact, Law’s spreading his legs wider, grabbing his knees and holding them wide for Kidd.
“What you want is weird,” Kidd told Law. The tip of his thumb was in, and there was a smear of blood on his knuckles. Kidd spat on the stretched out edge of Law’s ass, because pushing harder was getting him nowhere, and rubbed it along the tight ring of muscle that was twitching around his hand.
Law made a noise--a hurting noise, Kidd thought, but Law’s cock twitched a bit, white jizz welling from the tip. “I’ve never met a whore who’d let me do this to them,” Kidd added, mostly to see if Law would react.
Law’s eyes cracked open, and he eyed Kidd with tired amusement that belied the flush in his cheeks and his stiff cock, twitching between spread-wide thighs like he was about to come without Kidd even touching him. “Somehow I’m not surprised that you haven’t met a whore who’d let you touch her.”
He shoves forward, and Law’s body swallows his hand, even as Law shouts and arches his back, squirming like a fish on Kidd’s hook. By the time Law catches his breath, there are tears in his eyes, his eyelashes spiking together. Hot. Kidd turned his hand slowly, sliding his other hand under Law’s cock, pressing against his belly to see if he could feel himself inside Law.
“Can you feel yourself moving under my skin?” Law asks, and finally his voice is unsteady, eyes bright with tears and lust.
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-23 01:54 am (UTC)(link)He leaned against the doorjamb, watching her; she was wearing only stockings and heels, per his command. She did not react or deviate from her work, though she was keenly aware of his gaze, and of the growing bulge in his trousers. When he came up behind her, she continued to pretend to ignore him. The heat of his body washed over her; her exposed nipples grew hard and a familiar thrill ran through her stomach and snaked down between her legs, but she did not let her excitement show. He reached out and grabbed her hips, lightly stroking her flesh, then pushed his groin against her ass. He ground into her, and she went still, waiting for instructions.
"Keep cooking," he rasped in her ear before licking it. He reached around to rub her clit. She swallowed her desire, stirred the rice, peppered the vegetables. He inserted two fingers into her hole and pumped them slowly; she lifted the lid on the frying pan and checked the chicken.
"You're quite wet, Kristie," he breathed. "Is there something you want?"
There was only one correct answer: "I want what you ask of me."
"Good." He kissed her neck, then pinched one of her nipples with his free hand. "When will dinner be ready?"
She was already reaching down to turn off the stove. "Now, Sir."
He abruptly pulled away. "Excellent." She did not dare turn to watch him, but she heard his dining chair scrape across the floor. "Serve me. I'm hungry."
She dished out his portion, then covered the pans; she wouldn't be able to eat until he'd given her permission. She walked over to him, back straight, hips swaying, accentuating her ass and tits as well as she was able. When she placed the plate in front of him, he lightly trailed his fingers up and down her side.
"Sit on my lap while I eat," he said. She obeyed, sitting on his thighs and then allowing him to arrange her to his liking. She wound up straddling one of his legs, her hands braced on the side of the table. "Grind my leg," he commanded. She gyrated her hips, fully aware that she was soaking his pant-leg. She hoped that he wouldn't later decide he minded. He ate while she twisted, occasionally rubbing her back and squeezing her thighs. Then, he pushed his plate away and tapped the fork against the side; she immediately rose and took it to the sink. He followed her, and after she'd rinsed the plate, he turned her around and pushed her forcefully up against the counter. He ran his fingers in teasing circles over her breasts, then grabbed both of her nipples at once and twisted, hard. Pain and pleasure shot through her in equal measure; she allowed neither to show on her face.
"On your knees." He backed up a few inches and she complied. He undid his belt, slid his trousers and briefs over his hips. His cock was thick and hard, and the tip glistened. She took it into her mouth with genuine enthusiasm. She licked and sucked along the entire length of the shaft, then rubbed the tip against the roof of her mouth. After a minute or so, he cupped the back of her head and thrust into her, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She took it in stride, having long ago learned to suppress her gag reflex. He moaned in between thrusts; she put one hand on the floor to brace herself and used the other to massage his balls. Right when she thought he couldn't last any longer, when she was certain that he was on the brink of orgasm, he pulled his cock free and looked down at her, threading his fingers through her hair. He grinned savagely and pushed her to the side. She fell, catching herself with her elbow, and then immediately positioned herself on her hands and knees. She'd been in his household long enough to read most of his signals, and even if she were wrong in this case, he'd be pleased with how she'd recovered herself.
He laughed, and she heard the rustle of his pants being pulled completely off. "That's very good, Kristie." He knelt behind her and rhythmically rubbed his cock along the length of her slit, using the tip to tease her hole. "Very, very good." Two fingers caught her clit and gently squeezed. Pleasure streaked through her; she had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper. He leaned forward, his tie dragging across her back, the silk cool and soft against skin flushed with arousal. His breath was warm and hot on her ear. "I want you to want me." He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down. Gratefully, she cried out, and bucked back against him. He rubbed her clit and rotated his hips. "Do you want me inside of you? Answer honestly."
"Yes, Sir!" she replied breathlessly. He bit her neck, and then her shoulder. She shuddered.
"Of course you do," he whispered. "Of course." He pushed the head of his cock into her, just barely. She moaned and tensed, ready to take him fully, desperate to feel him in his entirety...and then, abruptly, he pulled away, ending all physical contact, and stood. "But that's not what I want right now." Her mind reeled. How could he not? He was so hard, and she had brought him so close! But he was as much a master of restraint as she. She heard him pull his pants back up. "Eat your dinner," he said, then walked from the room.
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Anyway, I liked this. Thanks for sharing.
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I wrote half a RPS fic. It doesn't have any actually sex.
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"Tom, I don't..."
Ben's objections were cut short when Tom yanked him roughly forward by his collar into a searing kiss.
Ben half-heartedly continued to try to voice his disagreement to this stupid idea, despite having another man's tongue in his mouth. But, Ben sighed and gave in when Tom enthusiastically sucked swollen his lower lip.
Tom ended the kiss with a little nibble (oh, he was a biter, was he?) and pulled back just enough to ask, "Is the camera on?"
Ben's legs felt like jelly and and his brain had seemed to cease all function save for sending all his blood straight to his swelling cock.
"I, uh. I." He stammered.
Tom took pity on him. He untangled his fist from Ben's shirt and stepped back, giving Ben a once-over and an encouraging smile as he moved to check the camera.
Tom fiddled with the camera and tripod for a few seconds before declaring that everything was good to go.
Ben had turned to watch him and Tom glanced up from the viewfinder, looking impishly delighted.
"You know," he said," you look utterly debauched and we've barely started."
Ben quirked his lip in amusement, but he was rather impatient for Tom to hurry back. He felt a bit ridiculous standing there in full Sherlock garb sporting a raging hard-on.
"Which do you think will excite them more?" Tom had moved on to the selection of "props" for their little show.
"This?" He thwaped a crop harshly across the palm of his hand.
"Or, this?" He held up a shiny black ball gag.
Ben considered the options for a moment. "Why not both? For double the pleasure?"
"No, no," countered Tom. "We can't give them everything the first time around. Simplicity, this time." He glanced at the options again and Ben mentally urged him to just choose.
"Well, crop it is." He finally decided, and he eyed Ben with a devilish grin.
"Okay, let's put on show the fangirls won't forget."
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And that is all for now. I know some have you have seen this. But, I don't think you guys really want to read my non-con anthro horse/alien horror-ish story.
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-23 02:24 am (UTC)(link)I...think I do. I think I really, really do.
But this (Tom Hiddleston and Ben Cumberbatch, right?) is pretty fun in and of itself, particularly the implication that it's at least partially in the name of fan-service.
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Yes. Yes I do.
But if you're shy, you could save it for the shit stream.
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http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=1296895729
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All of it was his. All of it was Ace’s body. He grinned up at the uncaring sky, and laughed again, more than a bit giddy. He and FreeBoat were free.
He scanned the horizon, then flopped back down as ungraceful as he could make it, no one watching but the moon. Ace spread his legs wider, his dick warm and whole and growing hard in his hand, and closed his eyes to dream.
Marco--Marco would be warm and gentle and kind. He probably let Ace curl up on the sheets beside him--on a bed, with Marco there would definitely be a bed--and suck his dick. Marco would probably even return the favor.
Ace rolled onto his side and buried his face against the nets, inhaling the scent of seaweed and fish, and gripped one of his nipples between two fingers, pinching it hard enough that he could feel the skin around the piercing hole spread and stretch.
Jozu was hung, though. Not that Marco was small or anything, but Jozu was damn big--thick and long. Ace had thought it was too big to fit in anyone’s body, first time he’d seen Jozu naked. Now he knew it wasn’t. Jozu was...respectful. He’d be careful of Ace. It’d make the slow slide of that big dick into Ace sweeter.
Ace would be tight around his dick, and Jozu would like it. He’d stroke Ace’s sides and let him suck on his fingers, and when he’d come deep inside Ace, he’d let Ace rub against his chest until Ace came too.
And Ace would lie there, Jozu’s come trickling out of his ass, and Jozu would play with it, slipping those thick fingers in and out of Ace...
Ace shuddered, biting his lip and arching into his hand. He stopped moving, held still until the rising current of pleasure backed down. He didn’t want this to end too soon.
Vista--Ace bit his lip to keep from laughing, and went on with the fantasy. With Vista, it’d be romantic. Rose petals. LOTS of rose petals. Vista’d probably fill an entire beach with them and take him there. And there’d be fancy wines and weird cheeses, and he’d be too drunk to get it up, and then Vista would take him home, tell everyone he was a magnificent lover, and put him to bed.
Day-dreaming about Vista rarely worked out. Blamenco even more so. Ace skipped him a trifle guiltily, but he was entirely unattracted to the sixth division commander. The neck thing was too weird. Rakuyou, on the other hand...Ace stuck his first two fingers into his mouth, sucking off the the sea salt and sweat and grime of not having been washed in two days.
Rakuyou would go down on him, not the other way around, and suck Ace’s dick so deep that tip pressed against the back of his throat. Ace would fuck his mouth, careful not to gag him, and when he was on the edge of coming, Rakuyou would pull off and slide a couple of fingers up Ace’s ass, hitting the spot that made Ace want to beg like a good whore--
Ace blinked, his heart pounding and his stomach aching with want. Maybe not Rakuyou.
Namur. Namur who was gentle, Namur who was kind, Namur who had never let Ace drown, Namur who had taken Ace swimming by the reefs so he could see the brilliant fishes.
Fuck it. Clearly his ability to fantasize had dwindled due to lack of practice. Ace hissed a frustrated breath, and rolled up onto his hands and knees.
It’d be natural. Pops would ask, and Ace would say yes. Pops’ huge hands would touch him, direct him, set him on his hands and knees on top something tall enough that Pops’ dick could slide between Ace’s thighs, slick with oil, long enough that the tip reached his sternum, wide enough that both of Ace’s hands couldn’t wrap around the shaft.
Pops would be gentle, but firm, holding Ace in place and using his body to jack off, Ace’s pleasure a happy side effect rather than the purpose, until Pops' voice deepened and he pulled away. Hot, thick come would paint Ace’s back and thighs, claiming him and marking him as Whitebeard’s.
Pleasure bright as an electric shock poured up Ace’s spine, pulling his skin tight, his hair standing on end, sparks falling from his mouth and eyes like falling stars. His stomach ached, tight with wanting, and his dick twitched in his hand, come striping his palm and wrist.
Ace gasped, shaking and a little shocked at the depth of his response--his knees were tingling. “Fuck,” he whispered, flopping onto his side and scanning the horizon, making sure he was still alone.
He was a goddamn pervert, Ace realized with a mix of self-recrimination and smug pleasure.He wasn’t Master’s inexperienced virgin anymore--never had been. He was Portgas D. Ace, pirate, pervert, and, at the very least, master of his hands and body.
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That last paragraph was just delicious. :D
WHAT TIME IS IT? FETISHES I ACTUALLY DON'T LIKE TIME!
Lumpy space princess was first. Bubblegum realized that since she felt like a shit, shoving her up her ass would just be like taking a shit, only in reverse. Lumpy space princess had time to squeal out a "OH MY GAWDD" Before her head was all the way up Bubblegum's rectum. Clenching the powerful ass muscles born of bubblegum dna, LSP was quickly sucked inside. Bubblegum felt more royal than ever before, with double the princess density in one body. She knew immediately that she needed more.
Hotdog princess had been invited over for tea. Princess Bubblegum realized she looked vaguely like a gigantic penis. So naturally, she shoved her up her loose, gummy vagina. LSP squealed in protest as her already cramped new home became even more cramped. Hotdog princess waved her stubbly little legs, trying to save herself, but Princess Bubblegum, thinking of giant penis inside her, had an orgasm, squirting inca cola from her hole as her contracting sex sucked the sexy wiener inside her.
Her back swelled with lumps as LSP body pushed out against her. Her front end acquired a huge bulge as the hotdog pushed against the other end. She could make out Hot Dog princess' face screaming in horror, and came again.
Slime princess, of course, looked delicious, so she was eaten. Slime princess unicellular brain was gigantic, but ultimately could not hold sentience and visual spatial recognition. She didn't realize there was anything wrong with Princess Bubblegum until she was picked up. While she would reform in Bubblegum's stomach, as Bubblegum ate her bite by bite, she felt every bit ripped off of her, her membrane thinning as she tried to contain her shrinking form. Her death screams were the sexiest sound Bubblegum had heard all day. The fact she'd quickly revive made Bubblegum consider vomiting her up to eat her again, but the additional swelling of her belly was not something she wanted to take back.
Everything up until now had been soft. Though her Princess power had never been fuller, Bubblegum realized that she couldn't go soft now. Otherwise all the violated princesses would claw their way out! She needed hard princess power before she took any more inside her bubblegum body!
It was thus that she had to seek out Green Emerald princess. There'd be no way to take her bit by bit as she had Slime Princess. Her cunt, wet and dripping with the power of four princesses, was well lubricated however, so Princess Bubblegum had ambushed GEP from the ceiling of her bedroom, legs spread open, to shove the hard, jagged emerald girl inside her with the momentum. GEP's hat tore jagged gashes inside her as it went into her most sensitive of areas, squashing against poor hottdog princess. Emerald Princess' skin was far less smooth then it looked, and tiny lacerations dragged anywhere her flesh touched Bubblegums most sensitive and whorish areas. Bubblegum's hideous distended midsection became jagged and sharp, and inside the morphing of her body was cutting into all of the other princesses save Slime Princess, who did not feel any more discomfort but nonetheless endlessly burned in bubblegum flavored stomach juices.
Bubblegum could barely move now, her once agile body now a swollen, middleheavy waddling mess. Every step cut her open on the inside, resulting in orgasm every 30 steps or so. Still, she knew it was not enough. She wasn't yet perfect.
Ragdoll princess was as soft as they came, but her crown was a jagged piece of glass, as hard and sharp as Green Emerald's crown. So she went up Bubblegums ass, to ensure that she cut up both of her hungry holes at all Times. She lent little volume to the omniprincess Bubblegum was slowly becoming, but her crown tore into LSP, causing her to squirm delightfully and giving the princess' back the appearance of a gigantic tumor trying to break free.
No longer able to stand on her own feet with her spine streatched apart, Bubblegum was regulated to crawl now. And crawl she did, for her mission was far from over. Bubblegum was vomiting her own gum base blood, her intestines being shredded by the foreign objects occupying the same space. Dragging herself along by the stomach wasn't helping. But the princesses were now wedged perfectly together, no matter what else bubblegum lost they couldn't be squeezed out. The blood not escaping from her mouth was causing her body to swell in the few places there wasn't a princess, pinking her skin in bruises and making her veins stand out as her skin struggled to keep everything else form exploding.
Despite her new lack of mobility, the next one was easy. Ghost Princess saw before her the most beautiful thing in her life. Ghost Princess,( who hadn't felt anything since her horrific rape death at Marcellene's hands), actually orgasmed beholding the divine monstrosity before her, farting loudly as she did. She phased into the center of Bubblegums body without so much as being asked, and willed herself solid one last time.The pain was as horrific as it was beautiful for both princesses. Ghost Princess sanity left her, her ectoplasmic form squeezed to tightly to understand anything but the beautiful pain.
Bubblegums feet left the floor at this sacrifice, the power of the Ghost Princess and LSP combined enabled her impossibly large body to float. The ectoplasm additionally expanded her frame, she was now well over 10 feet across at her widest spots, a horrific floating misshapen mass leaking blood.
Now that she could float, she actually had decent speed, so Wild Berry Princess was actually overtaken quite easily. While Bubblegum wanted to swallow her whole, her throat was to swollen to manage it. She had to pick the princess apart piece by piece.
This was dissapointing, as unlike Slime princess she was permanently killing the horrified, screaming Wild Berry. She wouldn't suffer forever as part of the omniprincess. Juice squirted everywhere as she was torn apart, Bubblegum doing her best to keep her alive as long as possible, and swallowing each berry piece whole, though they were squished quickly inside of her. The juice flowed out of the stomach through many abrasions, swelling her further and giving her skin a lovely darker shade of pink.
She was complete now, a floating mass of princess. Now at last, she was ready. Ready to challenge the queen.
Marcellene wasn't sure what to make of the swollen mass approaching her cave home. She didn't recognize what was before her till it was very close. She could hear Bubblegums horrific wheezing, it was the only way to identify her now. The muffled screams of the other princesses made even the psychotic Marcellene cringe in discomfort.
The problem for the Vampire Queen was, as Bubblegum had correctly surmised, she'd never had to fight anything like the omniprincess. There was just too much royal power, even for a queen to counteract. Marcellene found herself kneeling despite her own consider will, and that was all the opening Bubblegum needed to spread her swollen, but now stubby (compared to her body) legs and start to shove the vampire into her twat.
The rotting stink inside was enough to break Marcellene out of her stupor. She began to transform, but already inside the princess, this served only to enlarge Bubblegum all the further. Doubling, then tripling in size, Bubblegum briefly transformed into a perfect circle, becoming the bubble she'd always dreamed of being.
Then she exploded, at last unable to contain everything within her horrific constitution. Pieces of princess scattered everywhere: some lumpy, some meaty, some slimy, some valuable, some in tatters, some ghostly, some juicy, some red, and some bubblegummy.
Over the next three days, Finn would bury what remains were not eaten by various predators. He then would sit in his treehouse, in contemplation of a life in which he was no longer useful for saving others, and discovered there was nothing else left to him.
Finn shed a single tear as he put the gun to his mouth. He thought of Jake, who would weep, with no best friend to take the knot. But even this couldn't keep him from pulling the trigger, Treetrunks death in a breathplay accident gone wrong the month before had jarred lose his repressed memories of the time she had kissed him, and held him down as he begged her to stop kissing him. The older woman had made him bleed until he lied still, and she promised to make him a man. Finn didn’t like being a man.
"Gdmn u tretrnk" he mumbled into the gun, then made the human race extinct.
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YOU DON'T KNOW ADVENTURE TIME?
Fuck...this should not have been anybody's first exposure to that. But how the fuck did you miss it?
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WHY.
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Btw