#BITE ME SIR PLEASEEEE

[emocafe247]

[jujutsusimp]

jjk talking yn through it 🙈

🔞 Edging and sex phone with Toji

Thanks Anon from the kinktober prompt. I don't know if it's what you had in mind but I hope you enjoys it <3

Content: smut 🔞, fem reader, edging, masturbation, dirty talk.

You were panting heavily, gripping the phone in one hand, eyes half closed, half in pleasure, half in desperation, your other hand diligently teasing your nipples, caressing, twisting, pinching the hard bud under your shirt.

"Toji" you groan with rising impatience, your legs rubbing together looking for those little sparks of pleasure you were craving. “You are not being fair.”

“Am I now? You sure you want to complain right now, babygirl?" he retorts, not trying to hide how deeply he was enjoying the situation.

You groan again, he had a point, you were not in a position to make demand, all you could do right now was sweet talk him. “Pleaseeee”, you mewl with your most submissive voice, the one who never failed to make him hard. “Please let me touch my clit, I have been so good” you insist, still rubbing desperately your thighs together, spreading the dampness of your panties on your skin.

“Hmmm, that’s more like it... but I don’t know... I was really enjoying that dream, you know” he says, voluntarily dragging the words. He was loving every second of your heavy, bothered breath. 

You roll your eyes knowing he couldn’t see you being insolent, you already apologized so many times for forgetting about the timezone and waking him up at 3 AM because you were horny. How long was he going to make you pay for this with his little twisted game? Why were you even playing along? He wouldn’t know if you slipped a finger between your legs right now to soothe the ache that was building for a while now.

“Please, I’m sorry, I was missing you so much..." you whine with your sweetest voice despite your rising frustration, apologizing once more.

“I’m gone for two days, and you’re already missing my big dick so much, huh?”, he chuckles with a hint of pride, your cunt clenching at his dirty words. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Alright go ahead then, touch that needy clit, but over your panties”

You whimper in relief as your free hand finally lets go of your nipple and slips between your legs, stroking at your erect clit through the damp cloth with a new moan of pleasure.

“Stop biting your lip” he commands with a stern voice, and you immediately relax your jaw, wondering for a second if he could actually see you or if he was just so used to fucking you he could tell from the way you moaned. Either way, you were too busy rubbing your soaked pussy to care more than a couple of second about his unexpected talent, letting the sweet groans flow freely from your swollen lips as you close your eyes, hearing his own breathing speed up.

“Faster” he instructs with a passionate voice, losing a bit of the stern edge he was using so far to talk you through it.

“Yes Sir”, you whimper obediently as you gladly speed up your wrist movements, pressing more firmly to feel your finger better despite your messy panties presence. The inconvenience was not enough to stop you from feeling raw pleasure spreading down your core, your sex clenching more and more often while your breath grows sharper and your moans more high pitched.

“Stop.” Toji breathes, and you don’t. Not for a couple of seconds, too enthralled in your own bliss to process his words before your hand reluctantly still with a grunt of despair.

“Why?!” you whine, feeling so frustrated while your clit throbs angrily from the sudden lack of attention. You were so close. So fucking close.

“Because you don’t get to cum before me today, beautiful” he adds with a shaky voice, and your eyes widen as you recognize the fleshy sound of his hands jerking himself off, making your mouth instantly more dry as you picture the scene.

“Panties off” he says, his tone now hot and bothered, going straight to your core, articulating more difficultly “I want to hear... How fucking wet... you are for me.”

You don’t even protest, pulling out your drench underwear just enough to free your cunt, and plunge two fingers in effortlessly from how wet you are. During a second, you are torn between keeping the phone to your ear to hear his heavy grunt of pleasure or bring it lower to give him a better sample of the lewd, sloppy sounds your digits were making at each thrust. Ultimately you lower the phone, whimpering at how good your hand felt on your frustrated clit when you were rubbing the palm on it while your fingers were playing a symphony of lustful squelching sounds.

“Toji...”, you whine, feeling the pleasure rising again, making your eyelashes flutter.

“You are so fucking hot baby girl, keep going” he instructs, the sound of his hands on his cock getting more hurried. You bite your lip again, breathing deeply the pleasure and need growing imperative.

“Toji…”, you repeat more urgently between your moans, your sex clenching so deliciously around your fingers you were accelerating despite yourself.

“Hold it off, I am almost here”, he pants. It was more a plea than a command, and you whine, letting your head fall back on the pillow with a frustrated sigh while you force yourself to slow down your thrust to edge your needy cunt, mewling desperately at the sensation. Your hand grips the phone harder to anchor yourself, which cuts the sound off for a second before you hastily lower your strength and bring it closer to your ear once more.

“Toji, please…”

Your begging is rewarded by a heavy guttural “fuck” and several groans from the other side of the phone, making your whole body jolt in arousal as you clearly picture his throbbing cock covering his hand in thick sperm and the way he keeps stroking lazily after to drag his orgasm a bit longer like he always does. Your own hand goes faster now, rubbing hastily as you raise your hips and arch your back for the best angle to feel the palm on your clit, closing your eyes to hear the last instruction of the night

“Cum for me”

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

can you pleaseeee do dom mean jeongin punishing you for catching you jerking off >.<!

GENDER: GN (AMAB) + You/Your Pronouns

GENRE(S): Explicit

SEPARATE WARNING(S):

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ READER:

role(s): bottom, submissive

genital(s): Dick

name(s): Baby, Slut, Brat

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ JEONGIN:

role(s): top, dominant

genital: Dick

name(s): Sir (I DESPISE daddy kink y'all..)

OVERALL WARNING(S): You being called a slut, degradation kink with a few praises but not as much, probably humiliation kink, biting kink (reader receiving), hair pulling kink (reader receiving), overestimation (reader receiving), reader crying (not in a very bad way), probably breeding kink (???), mentions of marks/bruise (sexual way), the reader has consented to this! Jeongin is something.

MR.OFF: Thank you for requesting! I never thought I get requested with mostly explicit stories, so I hope I did well into your expectations, I am not very good at writing smut (I don't have any confidence). I actually grammar-checked this!

Please like, comment, or/and reblog! Thank you!

"PUNISHMENT" - JEONGIN

All you wanted to do was do a quick "quickie," wanting a full release plus, but you wanted to be good to Jeongin, so you did. He left you feeling needy; the way he kissed you and his hands roamed, touching every part of your body; he even had you sucking him off made you want more until it was cut off by the fact that he was busy today with an interview with his members.

You pouted, begging him to stay, but he pushed you away, smirking at you. “You can be good, right? Don’t touch yourself until I get home; you got that?” He grips your hair, looking at you sharply as you whimper, letting a weak ‘yes” as he lets go of your hair, grabs his thing, and walks out of the bedroom to the front door to leave.

You didn’t know how long the interview was; just thinking about how long it took makes you even more impatient. Your dick is throbbing, aching to get touched. You bit your lip as you hesitantly grabbed your dick, facing your whole body away from the door.

He isn’t here, so it's not like he will know; I’ll just quickly wipe it out. You said this in your head as you quickly started jerking off, feeling the familiar pleasure hitting your body and sending vibrations that made you moan almost loudly.

You quickly bit your lip again as you continued jerking off, trying to moan as quietly as possible, but it was too good, plus he wasn’t here, right?

You moaned even louder, feeling yourself getting closer and closer until you felt your arms get snatched away from your dick, gripping hard and almost leaving a bruise. Your dick was throbbing again, aching with the pain of no release.

You whined as you looked up at Jeongin, looking at you angrily.

“You fuckin slut, you couldn’t wait a few more hours for some interview I had, huh?” He continues gripping your arm as his eyes linger on your dick. “You choose to be a bitchy brat and just not listen... I thought you could be good for me, baby; what happened to be good?” His voice was sharp, scolding you and making you tear up, looking away from him.

He quickly lets go of your arm as his hands grip your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eye. “Oh, no, no, no, don’t look away, baby. You did this to yourself. I even thought about you being such a good slut for me; I even thought about giving you a gift; it seems the fuck not.” He harshly lets go of your chin, making your face look in a different direction.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby, until you can’t anymore, you hear me? You better not fucking touch yourself when I fuck you. If you touch yourself and if you cum without my permission, I’ll fuck you again until you are good for me, baby."His voice was sweet yet sour, making you shiver even more.

“Jeongin, please, I’m sorry! I will be good, I promise…” You begged; however, Jeongin ignored you, except for the part when you called by his name.

“That’s not my name, baby. Why won’t we fix that as well? It seems like you forgot what it is.”

You moaned as he kept slamming into you, his dick hitting your prostate harshly, making you shake. He had you in a mating press while his mouth bit your shoulder, leaving marks around your upper body.

It was too much for you to handle, overstimulating your body until it broke. Your tears fall into the sheets, soaking the bed a bit as you continue moaning in pleasure with a mixture of pain as well.

“S-sir, please! Fuck, I can’t keep holding in. Please, please, please!” You begged as you tried to hold in your cum, wanting to be good for Jeongin.

“Not yet; you can do one more round, right?” He whispers into your ear as he cums inside you again. “Sir, I can’t anymore, please... Let me cum at least! I won’t touch myself, sir. I’ll be good!"

Jeongin keeps on slamming into one more round. You can feel his eyes burning into your back, making you whimper, until you feel his hand start stroking your dick, making your body jerk, almost making you cum.

You groan in pain; your body is shaking and tired.

“Almost there, baby; come on, be good, baby." He slams in more sloppily and quickly, even though he was cumming again.

“Sir, sir, sir, please!” You moaned, your face touching the pillow, giving up, exhausted.

“Hmm, you have been so good, cum for me, baby."

Just like that, you release, feeling the cum splurting everywhere as you sigh in relief, moaning a bit when you feel Jeongin’s semen cumming inside of you again. You felt full and tired.

Your lower body gave up as it spatted down on top of the cum, making a mess on your stomach and thighs, but you didn’t care; you just wanted to sleep. Jeongin just laughs at your sight, his fingers going around your rim, making you whimper as you feel his thick fingers going inside, scooping the cum out.

“You did well for me, baby. Take a nap while I take care of you; you can be a good boy and do that, right?” Jeongin says softly as you feel his fingers away from your rim.

You hummed weakly as you immediately went to sleep. Jeongin grabbed the wipes and wiped you down, giving you a few kisses on your forehead.

“Such a good slut." 

[rebornologist]

Hello, may I request you write some dirty talk headcanons for Reborn, Fon, Lal similar to the ones you did for Giotto, Tsuna, and Yamamoto?

Hiii anon! This was a fun prompt to ponder. I present to you.. thots brought to me by Breathe Carolina ♡♡

♡ Dirty Talk w/ Reborn, Fon, & Lal Mirch ✧ warnings: nsf/t content ahead, gnReader, dirty dirty language, some D/s dynamics, ropes mentioned, biting mentioned, I love women

✧ Reborn is so shameless and absolutely filthy with it. He’s such an asshole and cannot go without being a little mean and sometimes even mocking his partners. He is especially playful after the fact and enjoys teasing his partners in the most subtle ways, perhaps using some buzzwords that they would be familiar with in other contexts while in public. When you give him a look for it, he simply blinks and tilts his head in innocent questioning, knowing that you wouldn’t dare lose your cool outwardly. However, he’s fully aware that you’re reeling on the inside, and perhaps feeling heat pool in your nether regions like some kind of pavlovian response... It’s the best.

“Look at you.. so, beautifully, fucked out.. and drunk on my cock,” “Shhh… squirmy little one, sounds like you want them tighter, huh? No? Pleaseeee noo sir— you sound sooo pathetic,” he pouts, tilting his head as he mocks your tone sadistically. “Fine, but you’re going to thank me for this.” “They shoot well. I’ve shown them the ropes before,” he gestured towards you with a tilt of his head, explaining to your colleague that he’s at least taught you some firearm basics. He reads the lack of reaction on their face before his gaze shifts ever so quickly to you, making eye contact for a split second. You swear you may have imagined the lascivious tilt in the corners of his lips.

✧ Fon is full of flowery words and idioms you’ve never heard of. He’s a poet through and through and doesn’t ever waste a single word when he speaks. Sometimes he’s too quiet and you begin to wonder what’s on his mind. It could be everything and it could be nothing at all, honestly. However, he lets his thoughts be known when you’re making love, of course. There’s probably no better description for it.

“Don’t look away now,” he coos, calloused but gentle hands slipping over the sensitive flesh of your neck to cup your jaw and turn your gaze back to meet his. “Open up for me, my dove..” Everything he says in moments like these are barely above a whisper. Words meant only for your ears, or to be felt as ticklish vibrations against the nape of your neck, the curve of your waist, the plush of your thighs.. or what sits between them. “Absolutely breathtaking,” a wide grin grows on his handsome features, his long hair falling loose over his broad shoulders and sticking slightly to his moist skin. His chest heaves once, twice.. slower this third time, and he exhales a soft giggle with the next breath. You can’t help but notice how his radiant smile reaches his eyes, and he blinks at you a few times, expression almost frozen in this joyful afterglow. You tell him that you want to go again. “Oh, my love.. you know I have no qualms about taking all that you are willing to give me… come here,”

✧ Lal Mirch ashgdsjkhdfsdjf she can dish it but she can’t take it. She generally likes being in charge in the bedroom and takes very good care of her partners, but when you can convince her to let go of control for once, she gives you the most beautiful low groans and eventually melts into a whimpery mess. Another thing: she avoids name-calling because she doesn't like associating her partners with those words in any context, but will drop a few slightly degradation-tinted praises here and there.

“You like that? Oh, of course you do, filthy little thing,” she mumbles, clicking her tongue as you squirm under her searing gaze. Her long lashes fan over her flushed cheeks as a small smirk grows on her gorgeous features. Her calloused fingers ghost over the sensitive flesh inside your thigh, and you whine as she firmly grabs at the meat of your thigh. “Ah ah, no squirming, or I’ll stop,” she warns. And you heed that warning, knowing just how much she sticks to her word.

Subby Lal is such an achievement to unlock pleaseeee tuck her hair behind her ears and call her your woman, one and only, love of your life, gorgeous goddess, yeahhh….

“Wh-what-?!” Her lips, swollen from kissing you, press together firmly into a pout at the sound of your praises, and her face is beet red. She rolls her hips once again, pressing her wetness into your thigh. You chuckle and coo at her, letting another sweet praise fall from your lips. She grumbles in embarrassment and grips the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging softly for you to expose your throat to her. “Shut up..” she bites down and you yelp. You were in for a looong power struggle tonight.

[delulu-for-norman]

THE TEETH SIR PLEASEEEE BITE ME

Can't believe I gotta pay 9$ just to watch Ride with Norman Reedus, and I can't even screenshot it or screen record >:(

I had to take a video of my computer screen because this little snipet made me lose my mind.

Mad at AMC+

[lemon-boy-stan]

CHOI BEOMGYU I WANNA BITE YOUR NECK

[xtinyaurora]

Ateez reaction: Them getting jealous {Rated}

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➼ requested:no

➼ genre:smut

➼ gender neutral + Ateez / gnxateez

➼ Word-count: 1371 (1,3k)

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, a tiny bit of spanking, jealousy

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N / Auroras Note: Sorry for all writing mistakes. Please request something.😭 Request are OPEN!

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Park Seonghwa

„Will you you do it again?” growled your boyfriend. You let out a cry after earning a harsh slap on your butt. You still didn’t answer him, you were too embarrassed. Well, maybe you shouldn’t have flirted with one of his best friends and kiss him on the cheek. Yeah, dumb idea... „I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it.” Ouh yeah, he’s pissed. „I, I, I-I’m sorry, Haw.“. Your boyfriend’s let’s out a low chuckle „Oh, you are? Really?! Dumb pet, whoring around to get my attention. Tsk, no no baby not this time, I won’t let you get away with this again. Hah! You really think I didn’t notice before, how funny. Oh baby, we will have so much fun tonight, well, at least I will.”

Kim Hongjoong

He watched you with his prying dark eyes while you were laughing and and touching one of the staff members, constantly complimenting him on his looks. You just smirked to yourself once you realized how your boyfriend was actually feeling, but that’s what he gets for ignoring you earlier. Once you started stoking through his hair and kept laughing at his... not so funny jokes, Hongjoong lost it. He got up, grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room. Once he reached a quiet palace, he started; „You think this is funny?! Had your fun, yeah? Good, because I will get that dirty smirk of yours out of that pretty face and leave tears all over it instead. Would you like that, huh?! Me fucking you so hard until it hurts? Don’t worry baby, I will do this in no time.”

Jeong Yunho

„Thank you! Hihihi.“. It was San who was currently giggling over your compliments about his dancing skills. You gave him a sweet smile through the mirror of the dance studio. You could feel that your boyfriend was getting all moody aka. jealous over your friendly flirting with his teammate. „So tell me San, how can you look so sexy throughout the whole time? I don’t think I ever saw someone as good as you!“ were your last words, before your giant boyfriend pulled you out of the dance studio. „What is your fucking problem?!“ oh god, someone’s mad. „What are you talking about Yuyu? I was just being friendly“. He let out a scoff „Oh yeah, being friendly? I thought you were planning on giving him a blowjob next.“. Ouch. „Excuse me?! Ok, I get that you are jealous but you don’t have to be so rude, men.” Like, you really didn’t mean to flirt with him like that... „MEN?! Did you loose your fucking mind?! You know what, I think I should fuck some sense into your stupid brain since you clearly forgot your place, little one.”

Kang Yeosang

He was waiting for you to finish your drink so you two could finally go home, cuddle and watch movies. As you were finishing your drink, the waitress came up to you, giving you a little smile. „Exuse me, miss / sir? May I ask you for your number before you leave?“. You sat there, looking at him in shock. Did he not realize that Yeosang was your boyfriend? „Uhm, I-I’m sorry but I have a boyfriend.”. Then, you turned to your boyfriend who clearly didn’t appreciate the question you were asked a few seconds ago. „Ah, I see. Of course someone as pretty as you is already taken. Good evening, hope to see you again.” Was the last thing he said before leaving you two alone. You looked back to Yeosang, who was starting at you. „What?”. He stared at you for a few more seconds before standing up, reaching out for you and pulling you into an intense kiss. You were shocked to say the least, you boyfriend wasn’t someone who liked PDA or something. „We are going home, don’t come back to this place EVER again or I promise I will make you regret it.”

Choi San

„And if I do, what are you going to do about it?!” you screamed at him. You two were currently in a heated argument, you being accused of loving all the attention the other males at the party gave you. „Oh, you really wanna know what I’m going to do to you, pet?”. No, you actually didn’t wanted to find out to be completely honest because you knew what kind of a beast you boyfriend can be once he heats up. You loved San with all your heat, no question, but sometimes his unnecessary jealously annoyed the shit out of you. „No answer? Okay, I will make you scream talk, baby. Let’s go”. He harshly grabbed your wrists, pulling you all the way into his car. Once the door was locked, he ripped all of your clothes apart, then started kissing and biting your neck. „San, stop!”. He looked up, then grabbed your neck while adding more and more pressure on it. „Oh no, you don’t get to tell me what to do. Shut up and take it, just like you deserve it.”

Song Mingi

„Baby, stop looking at me like that it scares me.” Your boyfriend and you were currently sitting on the couch, him ignoring and staring at you the whole time, making you uncomfortable. „Please, I told you it was an accident!”. It was tho, you weren’t planning to walk straight into their leader and fall into his bed, laying on top of him. Of course your boyfriend stormed into the room just two seconds later, all hyped up for the movie night with you. „Mingi-ah, pleaseeee. How may times do I have to expl-” „Shut the fuck up.” Damn, that was harsh but hot. You always loved his deep voice but you didn’t expected him to say this. „You wanna make up for it? Then get on your knees, baby. Show me how sorry you are and maybe, just maybe I will forgive you.”

Jung Wooyoung

„Don’t fucking touch me!” yelled your boyfriend, as you were trying to stop him from leaving. „Wooyoung, listen to me, please! How may times do I have to tell you that I’m not interested in him?!” did you yell back. Honestly, your boyfriend is being a pain in the ass right now. While you were in the shower, Wooyoung got annoyed by all the messenges you were getting. So, he took your phone, saw who it was and went all crazy. It was a good friend of you, him interested in you but you not interested in him. Since Wooyoung knew about his crush on you, he tried to cut the contact between you two telling you to block his number. Well, you said you did but... whups. That’s why he got mad and accused you of cheating, you know he didn’t mean to say it but it still wasn’t fair. „Why did you lie to me, huh? You like getting his attention? Like being a slut, HUH?! You know what, let’s film a video of me fucking you while you scream my name, maybe then he will get that you are already mine, and mine only.”

Choi Jongho

He was sitting across from you, blankly staring at you. You were currently on the phone, talking with one of your best male friends, Jongho not liking the way you were talking to him. „Hahaha, I know right! I still remember this day like it was yesterday. I really miss you. Visit my soon, okay pretty boy?” Ah, you two always called each other these names, not really meaning any of it, at least not in the flirty way. You both said your goodbyes and ended the call. „What?” did you ask you boyfriend who was still not moving an inch. He didn’t felt like answering, so you got up end went into the kitchen to cook some dinner. After about three minutes you felt his strong arms around your waist, him slowly pulling you to himself and kissing your neck. „Whoever that was, you will not talk to them, or anyone who’s not me like that ever again, okay?” you only nodded, his deep voice making you shiver, arms holding you stronger. „Good, and now torn the stove off. We have something more important to do.”

[mrssnivellussnape]

Not my GIF, creds to original owner

A Lesson in Jealousy

Requested by Anon: ‘omg I loved your lucius and snape x reader smut one and i’m begging for another pleaseeee!!! maybe this one the reader is a student (of age) and has a secret thing with Snape and lucius comes to the school and is drawn to the reader and more jealous snape (bc he’s just so sexy 😩😩) and then wherever it goes from that is up to you because I honestly love everything you write!!’

AN: Thank you for your nice words 🥰 enjoy!

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, teacher x student (legal), teasing, explicit language, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, spanking, penetration

“But I’m not even failing your class!” You argued.

Severus stood in front of you, rolling his eyes and brushing you off, “That doesn’t mean you can’t study.”

“That’s so unnecessary,” you protested. “I’m doing just enough to pass, I shouldn’t have to study more than I already am.”

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, “‘Just enough’ isn’t good enough, Y/n.” You mumbled a response, leaving him in his classroom and walking to the Dining Hall.

On your way there, you noticed a blond haired, blue eyed man standing in the hall. He didn’t seem to notice you and you wanted to know if he needed help, “You seem a bit lost, could I help you with anything?” You asked upon reaching him.

The man looked down at you, ready to complain about being spoken to, but when he glanced over your appearance, his face softened. “Forgive me, but who are you?”

“Oh, I’m Y/n.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake it, mindful of the many books in one of your arms. “I’m one of the 7th years.” He accepted it and kept holding your hand far longer than what he should’ve, but oddly enough, you hadn’t minded.

He was extremely attractive if you were being honest and his confident demeanor pulled you closer to him. His eyes were like crystal pools of blue water, looking murky and inviting the more you stared at him. His tight, black frock coat clung to his frame and his long cane that he’d been leaning on aided in making him look even more appealing.

"I'm not lost at all... Y/n,” his voice dripped like liquid gold. “I just needed some help finding the Headmaster’s office. Would you mind helping me?" He smiled. "It's important I speak with him soon."

You nodded, “It’s in the west tower, left of the gryffindor house. If you go that way, you should—” you were cut off by him suddenly bumping into you. He’d knocked over you books, effectively spilling them all over the floor.

You bent down to pick them up and felt him stoop down too. His eyes looked up at you, his sharp gaze penetrating you, making your face heat up and spread to your neck. You both moved to quickly gather your splayed out books and when your hands touched, you jumped back, biting your lip at the smooth yet calloused feeling.

While you were moving to stand up, his hand grabbed your shoulder - for what, you didn’t know - but it made you shudder. He’d accidentally pulled your shirt, making it lower just enough to show your cleavage, and you saw his eyes peer down to admire them. You cleared your throat, “Thank you, sir.” You sighed. “It was nice having a strong man such as yourself helping me. If you need anything else, let me know.”

He’d heard the way your voice purred and his eyes lowered in lust, “Anything I need, you say?”

You nodded, leaning to whisper in his ear, “Anything you may want or have an idea of.” You’d seen Severus out of the corner of your eye and knew that he was seething, you could feel his anger from where you and the man were standing. So, you winked at him, before moving away, leaving both men to watch your ass as you walked away.

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You weren’t able to make it to dinner before you felt Severus walk up behind you and grab your arm. He pinned you against the wall, sliding his hand under your shorter than acceptable skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit, rubbing slowly. "What do you think you're doing?" He towered over you, looking down into your eyes. You could see that burning, see how badly he wanted to bend you over his lap there and now.

"Doing? What... What do you mean?" You asked, smiling, struggling to keep your legs steady as your clit tingled.

He pushed you harder into the wall, "Did you really... think I wouldn't see you flirting... with... him?” He questioned. “You have that short, little skirt with this indecently unbuttoned shirt on just to be noticed. I wonder how many of my male students here would look and see the wet spot in your panties, see your juices running down your legs.” He whispered against your ear, rubbing your clit hard.

"Oh, that," you bit your lip as you smiled. "Well I was just trying to help the poor man find Dumbledore’s office. I was being nice, that's all."

He saw through your lie, he always did, “Nice, you say? Care to try another lie?" He asked, smacking against your cunt. "Because I’m more than positive that Malfoy saw your breasts as you bent forward, and he undoubtedly saw your exposed backside when you walked away. That's a bit more than being nice."

He got you there, you knew he saw you, you enjoyed him seeing you flirt with another man; spiking his jealousy was something you did far too often. “I, um, he, well..." You stammered when he rubbed harder, making your legs shake. You couldn’t think about anything other than how badly you wanted his cock inside of you. You looked around for an empty classroom, a closet, any where for him to fuck you.

"Your cunt belongs to me. I say who, and when, and where it gets pleasured.” His words sounded dark. “Are... we... clear?" He watched, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, "We're... clear," You managed to respond, half moaning as you tried to not cum.

"Good girl." he said. He kissed you deeply as he slid a finger inside of your pussy, fingering you furiously. You dug your nails into his arm, pressing yourself against him and biting his lip to muffle the moan as your cum started to run down your leg. "You really are a slut. Cumming all over your panties from just a little flirting. You'd probably drop to your knees with as little as a smack on your ass, wouldn't you?" He taunted.

“Why don’t you find out and see for yourself?” You pressed, hoping he’d take the challenge. You smirked before turning to walk away. ‘Well if that wasn't testing him enough, Y/n,’ you thought to yourself, ‘Then I’ll just keep messing with him.’ Slowly, you walked down another hallway, making sure to stay where he could see you misbehaving.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but the same man from earlier had now been back in front of you. He’d came around the corner, nearly bumping into you again, but you’d been quicker. "I forgot to thank you.” He flashed his perfect set of teeth.

"Oh, you’re more than welcome.” You grinned back, glancing around to make sure Severus saw him come back for another round of flirting. "I'm so sorry, I didn't get your name, sir?" Your voice was coy as you put your hand on his arm. You couldn’t see Severus, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.

You remembered he was a Malfoy, from the surname Severus referred to him as a second ago, and since he obviously wasn’t Draco, you could only assume, “Lucius, Lucius Malfoy.” He answered. Ah, of course.

“I should’ve known a man like you could be none other, you and Draco favor each other.” You moved your hair behind your ear, showing the column of your smooth neck. “Well, thank you for being so kind to show your gratitude, it means a lot. You’re very attentive to how you make a woman feel, I see.” You giggled.

"The real power of a man is in the size of the smile on his woman's face." He winked.

You bit your lip, “Is it? Well, I'd love to find out just how powerful you really are, Lucius." You teased, running a finger down his chest to his covered waist. You looked up and saw hunger in his eyes, and smiled when he rested his hand on your hip.

“Miss L/n, shouldn’t you be heading to dinner?” Severus all but growled. Lucius looked at you confused. You smiled and waved a flirty goodbye to him as your lover half dragged you down the hall. You did your best to not giggle, but you couldn’t manage to hide the mischievous smile on your face. "What the fuck?" He demanded after dragging you into an empty room and slamming the door.

"What?” You asked in a faux innocent voice. “I was just having a little fun. The man was coming to thank me for my kind services." You protested, leaning against the door.

You reached down to rub his cock. You could feel his shaft throbbing against his trousers, begging to be released. And you were happy to oblige. You unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free of his prison of clothes, and stroking him slowly. He glared at you. His eyes gave away his anger, his jealousy, his lust.

He spun you around, shoving you harder into the door, pinning both of your wrists over your head and pulling your skirt up, spanking you. "You... little... whore." Each word was followed by a spank on your ass. "Fucking... wench." He spanked you harder.

Your legs were shaking, you could barely breathe from trying not to scream, trying not to moan. You knew he’d stop as soon as he saw how much you were enjoying your punishment. He spanked you harder and harder until your knees grew weak and you moaned, your juices making a mess of you and your panties. Your legs were soaked.

He let go of of your wrists, "Panties off." He ordered. You looked at him confused. He spanked you hard enough that you yelped in pain. "Panties off. Now!" He commanded.

You bent over, letting him watch your ass as you slipped your lace thong down and off, handing him your panties before spreading your legs wider. He spanked your clit, making you cum and gush all over his hand.

He thrusted himself into you, knocking you into the front of the door. He pulled your hair, bringing your ear close to his mouth, "Your cunt belongs to me," he bit. “I’ll be the only one to ever know how tight you are, feel how snug you fit against me.” You moaned as he thrusted into you harder and harder, banging the door as he impaled you, his hands squeezing your hips tighter. You felt your legs soaked in your juices, felt the electricity under his touch. He squeezed your hips tighter when your juices ran down his cock.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you. You knew he was aching to cum, he needed to fill your pussy, to claim you as his. But he stopped, putting his cock back inside the confine that was his clothes. "Get out and go eat.” He ordered, walking around your side to leave before you. You looked at him confused, and then followed.

"But... I just... and we... but..." You couldn’t complete your thoughts. You needed more, you needed his cock throbbing inside of you, his cum mixing with yours. You needed to feel his hands on you, feel him remind you that you were his. You reached in front of you to stroke him, but he smacked your hand. You slid your hand down, trying to slowly rub your snatch, which was already dripping wet.

"I’ll tell you when and where your cunt gets pleasured." He reminded you.

You reached for his hand, pulling it to your throbbing heat, "Please?" You begged. But he ignored you and opened the door - no teasing, no spanking. "Ugh, if you're not going to do anything, can I at least put my panties back on?" You pouted now, crossing your arms as you stepped out of the room and into the seemingly empty hall.

You hadn’t seen Lucius standing by the door, nor had you heard him previously listening in on you and Severus. The raven haired man looked at you then to the wide eyed eavesdropper. He threw your soiled panties to Lucius, watching as the man eagerly caught them, “No can do, darling. Lucius now has them.” He smirked. “He couldn’t help but listen to us, and I decided that after how wet you’d gotten from flirting with him, that he deserved to see how soaked your panties were."

Severus walked off, leaving your jaw on the floor as you hurried to follow behind him, sparing Lucius a quick glance before you sped up.

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Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine @lizlil @snapefiction

[ficsforeren]

I am,,, officially a simp for vampire Eren,, like yes pls sir you can drink me dry if you want you can also just have me as ur bloodbag and nothing else idc just lemme feel those fangs on my skin at least once please sir im begging you😩💦

Also I really wanna hug him :(( idk why but i just,,, really wanna give him a big hug :((((( also he’s the best cuddler isnt he? Why the hell do you have to go and just,,, make eren the perfect being ever?? (except mafia eren, hes the only exception cuz hes just horrible but ngl I also secretly simp for that asshole) As if i dont lust for this guy enough, you have to go and feed my addiction shdjdjdhdjjfbd

Anyway thank you for giving us another eren to simp for 🤤💖🥰

ALSDKFJAKLDJF AAAAHHHH BABY THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! Yes vampire ren is hot isn't he??? i want him to bite me too 😩😩😩 suck my blood dry daddy pleaseeee

he deserves a lot of hug, yes! he's been struggling with technology all his life, please give him a pat on the head for being such a good boi LOL

personally I think my himbo rens are the best cuddlers but only because they're so huge and warm while vampire has icy cold skin so it might not be that comfy? but if you're okay with it, he would LOVE to cuddle with you for eternity

LMAOOOOO I'm glad you love vampire eren too! and yes, don't simp for mafia ren he's an asshole

thank you so much for reading, baby ❤️❤️❤️

[simplyholl]

The picture had me itching to read this all day!

“Perhaps I should fuck him more often.” Girl, you really should. You been missing out.

“Not even an hour ago it was you who was full of… it.” SIR!

“Would you prefer to ride on me, little one?” This line right here, put it on my headstone. It hit my kinks and i spontaneously combusted. 🥵

“I’ve yet to meet anything I can’t handle.”

“Would you rather be clinging to my front, Agent?” DESPERATELY!

“Count your blessings, darling - at least you had the best fuck of your life before your imminent demise…” i looove this Loki so much omg.

I love Motley Crue! I am so happy you added that in there.

The jaw drop in reaction to his new look is a mood.

The scars on his face pleaseeee

The CHAOS tattoo I’m S(creaming)!!

“The thought of you walking around with my seed smeared down your thighs beyond those little shorts was quite enticing.” Actual footage of me letting that drip down my legs knowing he liked it 😅🤣

“Things I ride have a tendency to be loud, Agent.” The lip bite right after he says this!!!

When he grabs you off the bike and slams you into something omggggg

“There are certain proclivities associated with this brand of myself that I look forward to introducing you to, Agent.” I don’t know what you have in store, but I can already tell you that I am without a doubt going to love every word of it.

The urge to quote this whole thing is real! I LOVE it sooo much. My new obsession. You have outdone yourself! All hail the queen!

Full Throttle

[Avenger!/Biker! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

A link to my Masterlist is HERE

Summary: (3) Wetsuit! Loki decides a change of travel arrangements requires a change of outfit, and other things. (w/c 3.1k)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smuttish. Dirty talk. Biker!Loki themes. Dangerous driving. Mild Satchel! cringe.

“She’s gubbed, fellas.” Steve dusted his hands against his wetsuit, pretty face scrunched in dismay. “Comms, engine, satellite, everything.”

“Can’t Laufeyson do something...you know” Barton wiggled his fingers and leant backwards. The sight made you snort as Loki scoffed beside you.

“I keep telling you ignorant rubes that magic doesn’t work like that.” He folded his arms, peering suspiciously down the open ramp into the empty clearing.

Steve threw his hands in the air. “Then we’re jimmied.” he grimaced. “We’re...pardon my language ma’am, up crap creek without a pad-”

He stopped, eyes falling on something tucked behind the storage hold. On two some-things, in fact.

“Jeepers, how could I forget?!” he exclaimed, making you jump. “The Harley Davidsons, I was gonna…” he trailed off again, “-get 'em re-fuelled.”

Barton shot an expectant look at Loki, who shook his head. Clint rolled his eyes. “In that case, next town is three miles over. We’ll need to walk em’ there.” Everyone groaned.

Rogers walked ahead with Barton, deep in conversation over the seat of the motorbike. The endless landscape of unfamiliar foreign soil stretched before you, uneven dirt scattered in patches of green. Steve had insisted that they didn’t change back into uniform, ‘too conspicuous’ he’d said.

The damp wetsuit clinging to your body had now been a constant companion for several hours. A layer of sweat hung beneath the fabric, the warm scent wafting from your lowered zip.

Loki’s cum still clung to the insides of your thighs; fresh memories hammering into your brain with every drying, sticky step.

You could ask him to freshen you up a bit, at least make the suit less damp...but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. And besides, if you were honest; you kind of liked it.

You and Loki hung back from your companions, the Harley between you gliding upright placidly of it’s own accord.

“You could do this with theirs too, right?” you muttered, shooting a look at the god beside you who stared ahead at the beleaguered men with a playful smirk. “Indeed. But alas, Agent, they never asked.”

You could get used to this. Loki wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t being a petulant, arrogant pain in the arse constantly. At least, not to you. Perhaps I should fuck him more often, you thought; pushing the thought to the back of your mind as he cleared his throat.

“So Agent” he purred, “Are you looking forward to our little road trip? Barton seems to be under the impression that once we’ve refuelled, we should make it somewhere with communication capabilities in around an hour.”

Loki ran a hand absent-mindedly over his torso, straightening the neoprene. Your gaze hovered where his fingers rested on the hip harness, thumbs tucked into the tight cords pressed against his thick thighs as he swaggered forward. “Although it seems you may be pre-occupied with the past, rather than the future...Agent.”

His knowing words pulled your ogling eyes upward, meeting his gaze; sparkling with mischief. “You are so full of it.” you mumbled, resting an unnecessary hand on the handlebars. “Au contraire, Agent. Not even an hour ago it was you who was full of...it.”

You sighed deeply, teeth clenched as you pursed your lips. “As if I’ll be riding with you” you snorted.

Loki chuckled, “Would you prefer to ride on me, little one? Is that the source of your discontent?” he said, a bit too loudly for comfort.

“Shhhh” you hissed, eyeing your bulky teammates rolling forward up a coming steep hill. They had begun to bicker, Steve trying to wrestle the handlebars from Barton.

“You started it.” the god beside you mumbled coyly, lips stretching with barely-contained mirth.

“Can you even handle one of these things anyway? Might be a bit more complex than a horse.” you sneered, feeling familiar venomous adrenaline beginning to sizzle in your bloodstream.

Loki shot you a sideways glance, his brows lifting as he measured the weight of your audacious slight. He chuckled again. “Believe me, darling; I’ve yet to meet anything I can’t handle. Mare or otherwise.”

You grimaced, staring forward. “Well, regardless of your misplaced confidence- I’m driving.”

It was Loki’s turn to grimace. “I think not, Agent. Loki of Asgard will not be seen posturing like one of your screen maidens on the back of this contraption-”

“-and I’m not going to be spending the final minutes of my life clinging to your back as you kill us both with your arrogance, Loki.” you spat, walking faster to outrun his inevitable retort.

“Would you rather be clinging to my front, Agent?” he called innocently. His velvet tones were tinged with laughter as you stared resolutely ahead, trying to catch up to Clint and Steve.

“Count your blessings, darling – at least you had the best fuck of your life before your imminent demise...” he cooed after you, making you throw a silencing look over your shoulder.

That damn wetsuit still hung on him like a desperate lover; tightening against every decadent curve of muscle with each long stride. He ran a hand through his long hair, a smug look plastered on that devious face as he bit his lip through a smile.

Fuck, he’s insufferable; you thought, cursing the pool of re-warming arousal growing between your aching legs.

The grey-haired man’s sceptical brow furrowed in a scowl as he sucked a cigarette. He leant forward, increasingly spellbound under Loki’s honeyed words. Rogers held up two cannisters of petrol, the deep lines of the manager’s forehead softening as he nodded in agreement to the god’s proposal.

The ramshackle dot on the horizon had grown closer, a rickety tavern and make-shift gas station providing an oasis in an otherwise sparse landscape.

“This is the town?” you muttered to Barton. He nodded silently, gesturing to several shaky looking houses dotted further up the hill. Loki was currently occupied with another seduction, this time involving the middle-aged owner of the establishment.

“Cap should really get us some company credit cards or something, this is ridiculous…” you mumbled, making Barton chuckled beside you.

“Thank you so much, you shall be repaid...handsomely. This I swear.” Loki purred, giving a curt bow to the bemused manager as he retreated.

“You gotta tell me how you do that one day.” Clint said, eyeing the glass bottles lined up behind the smokey bar longingly. Loki grinned, pleased with himself. “Oh, Barton; would that I could. The truth is, I am simply gifted in the art of getting what I want.” He winked towards you, turning back towards Rogers with a satisfied smirk.

Over the next few minutes, you watched Steve and Clint awkwardly re-fuel the Harley Davidsons through the grimy window, swivelling back and forth on a creaking barstool. You looked over your shoulder, realising that the person who you had been very actively trying to ignore wasn’t even there.

A sigh built in your chest, the damp neoprene making your skin itch. ‘We should make it somewhere with reception in around an hour’.

With sudden clarity, you realised there was still time to make sure you didn’t end up on the same motorbike as Loki. Odds were if you went and sat on one, Barton or Rogers would join you first.

You jumped up from the barstool to make a hasty exit, turning just as the door at the back of the dingy bar swung forward; revealing a shadow-clad figure.

The dusty jukebox sprang to life, the familiar revving opening bars of Motley Crue shaking the small space as the manager dropped a glass, swearing loudly.

Your jaw dropped, the smokey haze clearing as the figure rested his elbow against the doorframe, looking up over a pair of vintage Ray-Bans.

Gone was the wetsuit.

Loki’s long legs were silhouetted in straight black jeans, his hip tilted as he tucked a thumb inside the strap of a sinfully low slung studded leather belt.

Fuuuuck, you thought; your stomach flipping. You’d lost count of the amount of times your pussy had shivered with need at the sight of this irritating man today.

What’s one more, you conceded; eyebrows scrunching together as you drank in his newest ridiculously theatrical display with a gulp.

He tilted his chin upwards, the sharp angle of his jawline devastatingly erotic in the hazy air. Long tendrils of hair skated over his shoulders, completely wild. He ran a hand through it, edging the bottom of his dirtied white t-shirt upward.

Hip muscles that had so eagerly pressed against your ass in the cave as he’d mounted you flashed into view; the grooves that lined in his taut skin making as violent shiver roll up your spine.

The t-shirt was tight. Flush against his chiselled abs dark streaks ran down the front like he’d rubbed oiled hands down it unthinkingly. A pendant hung against the v-neck at his chest, dull silver glinting in the low light between fine, dark chest hair smattered below his collarbone.

Loki’s lips curled in a smile below the dark glasses, the edges making his cheekbones sharpen.

He stepped forward, swinging a scuffed leather jacket over his shoulder. The thud of heavy boots stung the wooden floorboards, buckles clanking erotically with every purposeful step toward you.

“You look ridiculous.” you sniped, resting back on the barstool as Loki swaggered closer.

“Ridiculously handsome, perhaps.” he purred, “I’ve made a few physical alterations for the occasion, why don’t you see if you can spot them while we wait.”

You cast your eyes out to Steve and Clint finishing up with the bikes, before turning back to Loki now resting casually against the bar. He had pushed the Ray-Bans up, framing his perfect side profile. Christ, he looked so hot.

His finger hooked into the collar of the jacket resting on one broad shoulder, the leather worn with age. You reached out and stroked it. Still soft, though…- “Agent?” he murmured, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes snapped up to meet his, before you frowned. “Jesus, Loki...what happened to your face?”

Automatically your palm cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb over a deep scar which ran down his cheekbone. There was another running through his eyebrow. The skin was raised, even paler than his already fair complexion. It made him look...dangerous.

That’s ridiculous, you thought; realising you were stroking the skin. He’s already the most dangerous man you’ve ever met.

Loki chuckled, tilting his head to the side and capturing your thumb between his lips.

You felt his firm tongue press up the underside, catching the nail as he sucked backward. A small whimper escaped you at the sudden thought of that tongue suckling against your clit, those piercing eyes staring intensely from between your open thighs. The sight of your digit nestled in the warm heat of his mouth was almost too much to bear.

Loki’s eyes narrowed mischievously as he released your thumb with a soft pop. “Just a bit of fun, love.” he whispered mockingly with a smirk. “Call it, a...character study.”

You saw Loki’s fingers drum against the bar, feeling a cool wave like menthol roll over your body. Tattoos adorned his knuckles, the black ink of each letter slightly faded into his fair skin.

You squinted, mouthing the letters; C.H.A.O.S. It made you wonder if he’d added body art anywhere else.

Looking down, you were met with an unfamiliar t-shirt hanging loose; the top of a lacey bra just visible below the neckline. Black denim shorts hung low on your hips; a pair of heavy combat boots feeling solid against the wooden floor.

You raised your eyes to his, pursing your lips. “Easy Riders, Asgard…?” you said through gritted teeth, reciting the writing adorning your baggy tank top.

“I can change it back to the wetsuit, if you like?” he said innocently, making you roll your eyes.

“I cleaned you up a bit as well, darling. I hope that’s alright. Although the thought of you walking around with my seed smeared down your thighs beyond those little shorts was quite enticing.”

You smacked his arm, hard; the draped leather of the jacket providing a convenient cushion for the blow. It wouldn’t have hurt him either way, but it felt damn good regardless.

“Let’s not pretend you didn’t enjoy that.” he chuckled, as you turned to leave for the makeshift forecourt. “I did, actually.” you hissed, as the bell above the door tinkled.

“I wasn’t talking about your futile attempt at a punch, darling.” he purred, pushing off the bar and swirling the jacket around his head as he followed you, his arms gracefully finding their place.

The bright sunlight hit your face, making you screw up your eyes. Steve shouted over, beckoning you with one large wave of his arm. He swung a neoprene-clad leg over the red Harley, shuffling up to let Barton hop on the back. Shit.

“Well don’t you two look cute.” Clint drawled, chuckling to himself as he positioned himself behind Rogers.

You folded your arms, seeing Loki’s long shadow crawl into view on the broken tarmac in front of you. “You’re just jealous, Barton.” Loki hummed casually, sweeping his shaggy hair back where it had fallen over his shades.

“Dude, I wore that shit the first time around. I don’t think I could pull it off these days.” Clint smirked, running his eyes over Loki as his hands crossed around Steve’s stomach.

Loki drew a finger over the long handlebars of the empty green motorbike, circling around the front. “I was alluding to our riding partners, but I certainly agree with your assessment, Barton.” he quipped, before raising a leg deftly over the saddle.

He touched down in a manner that was entirely too sexual to be coincidental, hips thrusting forward as he settled against the leather seat.

“Think you can whip up some jeans and a t-shirt for us, Laufeyson?” Steve said hopefully, as the motorbike growled to life. Loki shook his head, “I’m afraid it-”

“-doesn’t work like that...got it.” Steve huffed. “We’ll rendezvous at the police station in the next town.” Loki rolled his eyes as his teammates’ bike wheels caught traction, carrying Rogers and Barton away in a swirling haze of dust.

The god slid up the long saddle, his spread thighs aching sexy encased in dark denim. Creases of fabric were raised at his hips, the bulge of his crotch outlined tightly against the jeans as he flexed his fingers around the handlebars. Rays of low afternoon light glinted on his glasses, messy curls falling around his face as a smile tugged his lips.

“Hop on, Agent.” he purred, kicking up the side-stand.

You sighed, accepting the inevitability of the situation. “Front or back?” you said mockingly, ambling over to the god straddled like a model atop the vintage bike.

Loki crossed his thick forearms over the handlebars, “Are you flirting with me again, love?” he goaded.

He smirked, watching your face harden with growing amusement.

You gripped the shoulder of his leather jacket, swinging your leg over the back of the bike. The curved seat fit perfectly to the space between your legs, pressing fiendishly against your throbbing clit.

How does he do this to me, you thought; rubbing needily against the hard leather between your legs for some temporary relief, suddenly realising Loki hadn’t manifested you any panties.

Loki straightened, one knee rising as he stomped down on the kick-starter to the side. The engine roared to life beneath his touch, the hum searing up your channel; sizzling every nerve.

He revved the engine; long tattooed fingers clasped tight around the throttle.

It felt fucking incredible.

“It’s so loud…” you yelled, feeling Loki’s back vibrate with laughter; his bladed jawline slicing into view as he threw a look over his shoulder.

“Things I ride have a tendency to be loud, Agent.” he bit his lip, eyes narrowing momentarily as you slid your hands around his waist. “You of all people should know that.”

Before you could think of a response, he revved the throttle again; louder this time, drowning out your gasp of surprise. Your fingertips dug into the leather tight on his torso, squeezing against the solid mass of muscle beneath the jacket as he pulled onto the open road.

Your thighs squeezed against the cool metal sides, pressing forward into the backs of Loki’s knees as you accepted your imminent demise. The engine growled louder as the god sped up, sporadic traffic beginning to appear in passing as you edged closer to civilisation.

“Agent…” Loki murmured warily, clear as day over white noise. The wandering hand slid over the curve of one thigh, squeezing firmly.

“Watch out!” you screamed, bracing forward against his hard body as the motorbike swung to the left. You heard the low rumble of laughter through his back, pressing your forehead between his shoulder-blades.

“I was quite a figure on the drag-racing rally circuit in the 1960’s within this realm.” Loki said, his voice inexplicably clear in your ears as trees blurred at the side of the road. “You’re right. It is rather different to equestrian pursuits.”

Adrenaline soared, new confidence rising at the thought of that this was not, in fact, Loki’s first time. Of course it isn’t, you thought; raising your head to peer around his shoulder.

A car whipped past, making you jump as your hair whipped across your eyes. “Fuck!” you screamed, bursting into a peal of raucous laughter against the wind. Loki swerved again, tilting the Harley to the left as you clung on for dear life.

A wave rose in your stomach as a horn blared at his audacity, the roar of the petrol engine deafening you as he tore up the single carriageway. Huge potholes littered the unkept tarmac, every one dodged by the expert gliding movements of your Asgardian pilot.

His buffeting hair caught between your lips, making you rub your mouth against his jacket to free it.

“Loki, look…” you yelled, peering around his shoulder as your crossed hands tightened against his stomach. Cap and Barton came into view, trundling along at a very conscientious 30mph.

“Go faster, Loki!” you murmured against his shoulder, the leather moist under the condensation from your breath. “I can’t hear you, Agent.” Loki coyed, his voice breaking with mirth.

“Go faster…” you said, squeezing your legs on either side of the motorcycle like a stallion; nudging your breasts repeatedly against his back as Loki leant forward.

“Louder, Agent.” Loki yelled, the gravel in his deep voice catching as he commanded you.

“Faster, Loki!” you screamed, your face turning to the sky as he twisted the throttle all the way. You gasped as the earth whipped away from you, velocity pulling you backward as everything inside you tightened.

Exhilaration flooded your bloodstream, catching a glimpse of Barton’s utterly bored face turning to bemusement as you and Loki tore past at the speed of light.

A feeling of weightlessness filled you, the warning tones of Rogers whining voice passing as mere droplets on the tunnelled air; letting your arms fall to the side and be raised on the wind.

A primal roar erupted from Loki's throat, reminding you of the way he had lost himself inside you pressed against the wet limestone. He shook his head, curls flying backward out of his eyes.

Your palms were outstretched, fingers tracing the outline of every gust as your head fell back; hair buffeting wildly. Loki's victorious glee turned to something else as you felt him straighten at the loss of your touch.

“Agent...be careful.” Loki growled, one hand clasping like iron to your bare thigh.

His fingertips sank into the skin beneath the hem of your shorts as you laughed wildly, a whoop of freedom escaping your throat as you relished the turning of the tide.

“What happened to your ‘character study’?” you yelled, returning your hands around his waist, “I thought you were a badass, now.”

“I am, how you say...a bad ass.” he grumbled, pressing one large palm against your re-clasped hands. You pressed your forehead to his leather jacket as your body shook with laughter, tears pricking your eyes.

The engine hummed as miles flew by. Loki had slowed, slightly; and you found your attention wandering from the landscape at the side of the road to the one beneath your fingertips.

Your hands had fallen to rest on his hips, fingers sliding to gain purchase on the denim wrapped around those muscular legs.

“Patience, darling.” he purred, “Let’s see how you and this particular side of me get along on a more intimate level, shall we?”

“Agent.” he growled, the menacing velvet rumbling through heavy breaths beneath the leather as he upped the speed once more. He swerved a deep crack in the tarmac, roaring forward into the path of an oncoming truck.

Palming against the rough denim, you felt the outline of his cock hardening furiously beneath your touch as he thrust upward involuntarily.

Fire sizzled through your core, feeling the thick meat of his manhood grow, inflating to fill the space of your flat grip. You moaned against the nape of his neck. Loki’s shoulders rolled back, a small judder shaking him as his breaths grew short.

A deep horn blared as Loki swerved sharply, feeling the rush of air sweep over you both as the truck thundered past inches away. You burst out in a screaming laugh against his back, giving his straining cock a squeeze.

There was a screech of tires as the god made another turn, braking harshly making the back of the Harley swing in a semi circle. Sharp gravel flew against your bare legs, dust filling the air; coating you both in a thin sheen of grey.

Loki swung a leg over the bike, twisting sharply and bunching your t-shirt in a fist. He hoisted you from the back of the bike, a flat surface slamming against your back before you had time to think.

“Chaos, Agent. Is that what you desire now?” he growled, tightening his grip. Your eyes flickered down to the fist clutching your tank top, the tattooed knuckles turning white as his gaze smouldered with rage.

“Doesn’t it make you feel alive?” you keened mockingly, echoing his earlier words of seduction in the cave. “I guess your ‘character study’ inspired me.” you quipped, making the furious god release you with a theatrical shove and a grunt.

“You think this funny?” he spat, towering over you with his hands on his hips. You shook your head, biting your lip. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but judging by the warm juices seeping from your pussy underneath his venomous words; you liked it.

“I think you need some time to cool off, Agent.” he said, enunciating every word. He slammed a palm beside your head against ageing wood, the heavy scent of leather filling your flaring nostrils as breath caught in your lungs.

You stared up at him, his pupils blown wide. A cracked sign swung above your head, the force of his theatrics making it sway – alkohol I hotel, it read.

“You seem thirsty, Agent” Loki murmured, lowering his lips to your ear as you trembled with desire; fingers clenching and unclenching as you attempted to stop yourself reaching for his body.

His jeans were fighting a losing battle against his furious cock…long, thick and tempting against the line of his hip. “I shall pick up a key, and I shall meet you in the bar. Yes?”

You nodded, pulling at the pendant dangling from his neck. The dirtied t-shirt stuck to the thin sheen of sweat coating his abdominals. God, how you wanted to rip it off.

Your fingers drew down to rest on the studded belt, pulling his hips towards you with a pathetic whimper.

“W-hat do you mean?” you stuttered breathlessly, as Loki’s eyes narrowed.

“Let’s say that there are certain proclivities associated with this brand of myself that I look forward to introducing you to, Agent.” he smirked, thrusting the hard column in his jeans into your waiting palm.

Full Throttle: Motel coming soon

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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hhhhhh I'm dying. Overstim is my shit™. If your requests are still open, could you maybe do a similar overstim thing with a character from "D:BH" and a reader? Preferably where the reader is the one making the 'poor' character 'suffer'?😏 -green mamba🐍

@mamba-after-midnight sorry for the wait but I finally finished it! ——————————————————————Systems overload ——————————————————————Connor was on a mission somewhere and there wasn’t much space so he had to slide along the wall to get though. But there was some sort of friction with him and the wall he wasn’t sure what it was but it made him feel… something. He tried to move faster along the wall so he could get out of there, but that only made the feeling intensifie, he wanted more, more of what though. After the mission was over he returned home to you, his owner. “Hello y/n I’m back from my mission, is there anything I can help you with.” He came up to you in the kitchen, you looked up to him but was slightly startled at the blush on his face. “You can tell me what’s got you all blushy?”, you continued working on dinner but you saw his led switch to yellow at your question. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.” Even as he talked his cheeks got a smidge redder. You put down what you were doing and fully turned to him “Connor you are clearly blushing, I didn’t even know your model could blush. So, what’s got you all flustered.” He almost looked like he was frozen before he finally spoke “I was on my mission today and there wasn’t much room to move around so I had to slide across the wall to get out, but when I did that… I felt something y/n… it was rubbing against my pants, and it felt… good? I’m not sure but I felt something, something that I’ve never felt before, but I wanted more y/n.” You couldn’t help but to think about how cute he would be under you begging for you to touch him, a smirk formed with out even thinking you said “you know Connor, I can give you more if you want. Touch you in places you never have, make you feel good again. I could see how sensitive you sensors really are.” You got closer to him laying your hands on his chest and rubbing “please y/n” the androids led turned from blue to yellow back and forth not sure what to do or to think. Your hand went down to his pants lightly palming over the fabric your other hand going over to his neck feeling his collarbone “was it like this Connor or do I feel better?” You leaned up to nibble his neck a bit as you felt his breath catch in his throat you bit down harder making him moan just from that “I don’t know what I’m feeling, how can I even make those sounds?” He whimpered out as you continued to bite his neck “be quiet. Don’t speak unless spoken to.” You worked on undoing his pants “yes ma’am/sir, but perhaps we could move to the bedroom, that is where most activities like this happen, right?” His led was flickering from yellow to red as he awaited your response. You turned around without a word and headed for the bedroom motioning for him to follow you, and so he did, he followed you like a poodle and stopped when he sat on the bed “pants off.” You ordered him as he blushed. He sat quietly on the side of the bed watching you approach him and push him down on the bed. As you crawled on top of him you started rubbing against him with your own sex. Hearing him whine a whimper under you just like you did in your head before. He started to mess with your shirt too, you looked back down at him “hm do you want this off?” You ask innocently. “Yes y/n i want to feel you, please.” You obliged and took off your shirt and throwing it aside and then took his off as well tossing it off the bed. His hands rested at your sides tightly gripping them you run your hands over his stomach and chest watching his face intently. You gave small kisses along his chest watching his breath hitch with each touch. He could feel something building up in his core, he felt so warm just form these kisses, he opened his mouth to say something but only a moan came out, he hadn’t even noticed that you moved down to the waistband of his short kissing along there until now. His led flashed yellow as he saw you removing his shorts “pleaseeee” he couldn’t help but to squirm around under you as he was now completely exposed “didn’t I instruct you to be quiet?”you asked up to his whimpering face. “Yes ma’am/sir, I’m sorry i just cant control it.” He lightly bucked up his hips to the air looking for some kind of touch “hm since you can’t seem to follow simple instructions I might just see how long you can take it.” You swiped away what was already leaking form him with a smirk “you will not get any release until I tell you to you got that?” You start stroking him painfully slow to a normal human but it seem to set his systems into overdrive as all he could do was yell and moan your name. You chuckled a bit to your self, oh yeah you were gonna drag this out as long as possible.

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The Joker x Reader “How to Make Your Girl Happy”

Once in awhile, the two of you like to go out at night without a special plan in mind and just do whatever you please. Just like tonight. It’s going to be so much fun! Right?…

You hold the broken gold chain in your hand, crying your eyes out while J kisses your other hand, trying to calm you down and drive straight in the same time:

“I’m gonna get you another one, Pumpkin, OK?”

“But you gave this to me for our two year anniversaarrryyyy,” you bawl, upset like never before, looking for a tissue in your purse. “Oh, look, baby, a grenade, “you suddenly stop your mourning, taking it out and showing it to him. “I didn’t even know I had it in here, you think it’s expired?” you wipe your tears, smiling like nothing happened.

“I don’t think they expire, doll,” he winks at you, working his charm on you.

Thank God she got distracted, Mister J thinks, pleased he avoided catastrophe. Must be that…time of the month because you always get really emotional; he really doesn’t want to deal with it but he has no choice.

“Oh, no!” you suddenly gasp, digging in your purse and your bottom lip quivers on the verge of crying again. “Jaaayyyy, I’m out of my gum,” you whimper, staring at him. “I want my gum!”

“Say no more, Daddy will take care of it!” he quickly agrees, really struggling to keep his cool. If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?! He yanks at the steering wheel, going over the curve, hitting two trash cans in the process, almost killing a cat and a pigeon.

He sees the gas station and since it’s so late at night there are no customers. Perfect for what you need. The two of you rush inside with your guns out and the clerk freezes in fear when he recognizes the famous criminals.

“Don’t move or I’ll blow your brains out!” The Joker growls, taking the safety off his purple pistol while you go by the counter and start looking for your gum, and…

“Baaabbby, they don’t have strawberry flavor in the brand I like,” you whine, feeling another wave of imminent tears strolling down your cheeks. “What?! Why don’t you have strawberry?!”  J raises his voice, alarmed.

“W-we run out s-sir,” the clerk stutters, closing his eyes, thinking he’s going to die tonight. “We have strawberry in o-other brands…”

“I only like this brand!” you interrupt, snorting, wiping your nose with your sleeve while scratching your thigh with your gun.

Good gracious, she’s such a classy woman, your boyfriend thinks, suddenly aroused, really wanting to bite you all over.

“She only likes this brand!!!!” The Joker repeats, getting out of his trance, screaming at the poor guy that trembles like a leaf. “Why are you upsetting my girl, hm? Don’t you know you should have that stuff on hand all the time?”

“S-s-sorry s-sir…” The Joker pulls the trigger, shooting the guy in his shoulder and he collapses to the ground on the other side of the counter, yelping in pain. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise you’d be dead now!” J yells, mad as hell, taking your hand and fastly walking back to the car.

“Stop crying, Princess, we’ll get your gum!” he promises, starting to drive again. He feels so aggravated, but if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

After a few miles he notices a small, lonely convenience store and slams the breaks, sharply turning so he can park.

You both run inside and he keeps the terrified owner at gunpoint while you look through their stash and let out a scream when you see what you need. You grab a paper bag and cram in all the strawberry flavored gum you see in the brand you like and grab one last package, wanting to open it when the date gets your attention.

“Jaaaayyyy, this is expired,” you complain, your quivering bottom lip making him lose it.

“Are you trying to kill my girl?!” he snaps at the man, outraged, mostly because he has to deal with you in this state after you leave the store.

“N-no, n-not at all, I-I don’t know how it happened,” the guy gulps, feeling he’s going to faint soon.

“They’re all expired, baaabyyy,” you frantically go through your bag, tossing each little package one after the other.

“Are you trying to kill your customers?! What kind of place is this? You should be reported to authorities! No, Doll, don’t!” J slaps your hand when you try to actually open the last package because you want your gum badly and it makes you more upset when you drop it. “Let’s go, Y/N, this damn city is trying to kill us tonight,” he pants, backing out and you hold on to his green shirt, following him outside like a lost puppy.

“Hold on, baby,” you sniffle and take the grenade out of your purse, heading back inside and tossing it towards the back of the store, shouting at the clerk: “This is for trying to kill people!��� The explosion blows up the back wall and messes up half a store. You start laughing, suddenly happy, heading back to your car. “I don’t want gum anymore, can we drive to our spot?” you sweetly ask, kissing his shoulder as he starts driving again. You forgot to cry.

Shit, J thinks. Why? Because you usually go to your secret spot on top of the hill to have sex. Since you are…not able to for now, it only means one thing: you will want to cuddle and talk. Your boyfriend takes a deep breath, pretending he’s not panicking. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

Once you get there, you crawl on the hood with him, placing yourself in between his legs so he can hold your waist from behind.

“Ahhh, this is so nice, isn’t it baby?” you giggle, putting your hands on top of his. The Joker is tense but doesn’t want to show it. He hates this kind of crap. “Wow, a falling star! Make a wish!” you get all excited, clapping and he sighs, bored. “Did you make a wish? What did you wish for?” you turn your head so you can see him.

“For Goddamm Gotham to have your stupid gum!” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“No way! Me too!” you get on your knees, turning so you can face him. “What were the odds, baby?” You smile so brightly his sassiness goes down a notch. “You really love me, don’t you?” you bite your lip and he feels his left eye twitching.

“Yeap,” his short answer comes and you don’t give up.

“How much?”

“Ummm, a decent amount I guess,” he growls, uncomfortable, wishing you would change the subject.

“Really?!” you kiss him, astounded. “This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me,” you get all teary and sentimental.

“I know,” he agrees, beginning to feel kind of nauseated. The things he has to go through to please you. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“Dadddyyyy,” you trace his Jester tattoo, batting your lashes at him.

Oh, hell no, The Joker thinks. You only call him Daddy in bed (which is not the case here) or when you want something he wouldn’t agree with, which is probably the case. “Yes, Kitten?” he tilts his head, waiting to hear what else it’s going to come out of your mouth next.

“I think we should have a baby, or two or three, but at least two, yes?” you blur out, enthusiastic to the maximum and he starts getting flustered, not expecting such a twist. “I don’t think so, Pumpkin,” The Joker utters with such a determination you start bawling instantly.

“Why, not, babbbyyy?” you wail, sobbing with your face on his neck like he’s been dead for three months or so. “You think I’m ugly?!”

His hands stop caressing your back because he’s trying to soothe you.

“I don’t think you’re ugly, I think you are a pretty Doll,” he debates, trying to sound as sincere as possible on this one. “You look decent, don’t worry,” he pets your hair and you wipe your tears, grinning at him. Man, he absolutely hates this crap. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me, Jaaayyy,” you proudly state, swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling blessed your boyfriend likes you so much. “So let’s have kids then,” you switch to your original plan, hoping for a positive outcome.

“No…I really don’t want to…” he makes a comeback, stubborn and determined not to give in.

You gasp so loud it startles him: “Are you…are you having an affair?”

“Wha’ ?! No, I’m not having an affair,” he immediately defends himself , irked you would think something like that.

“Oh my God, you’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” The crying starts again and you weep on his chest, soiling his favorite Versage shirt with tears and makeup. “Is she prettier, more decent looking than me? You wanna have kids with her and not with me?” you clench your fists on the fabric, heartbroken.

Dammit, why do you have to get like this every month? The Joker thinks, irritated.

“I’m not having an affair, OK?” he lifts your chin up so he can look you in the eyes. All that mascara over your face makes him cringe. “If you don’t stop crying I will really have an affair, got it? I mean it! Stop crying, NOW!!” he requests with a pissed voice and you gulp, suddenly holding your breath so you won’t make a sound because you don’t want him cheating. You feel you need air and he watches quite amused how you struggle to hold your breath, afraid to move. After a few good seconds you give up and start breathing again. “I’m not crying anymore, all right? “you kiss him, and since you don’t have any tissue, you wipe your nose with your sleeve again and he gropes you, purring.

“I love classy girls, Doll, you’re so classy,” he charges at your cleavage, not being able to control himself anymore and not giving a damn about that mascara all over your cheeks.

You snicker, straddling his lap and just have to say it:

“Jaayyy, come on, let’s have a baby, or two or three, pleaseeee,” you pull his hair and scream when he bites your skin. “Unless you really think I’m ugly,” you bottom lip quivers once more, your happiness going downhill as fast as his enthusiasm for the subject. When he sees the tears rolling down your face he has to get it together with all he’s got in order to muster the words:

“Fine, we’ll have a baby,” he bitterly mumbles, distressed.

If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

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