#Electrical Stimulation for swallow

[rafesbimbo]

Hi my love, could you do a gynecologist!rafe but with sex toys??

warnings: pt.2, age gap, medical kink, doctor/patient power dynamic, vibrator use, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, orgasm control, creampie, praise + degradation, explicit language, breeding talk, not proofread!

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

you don’t even ask why the room looks different today.

there’s no paper sheet this time, no stirrups either. just a soft leather bench—low, cushioned—and a warm towel already laid out for you to sit on.

rafe closes the door gently behind you, locks it, then turns.

“i’m trying a new setup,” he says casually, like it’s nothing. “just you and me. and a few pieces of equipment.”

you blink at the black cloth he’s unfolding. laid out inside: a sleek silver bullet vibrator, a thicker pink wand, a long toy that curves upward, and… a pair of wireless earbuds?

your mouth opens. “what’s that for?”

he smiles, calm and professional. “this is a focused stimulation protocol. we’ll be testing internal and external response patterns. i’ll be tracking your body’s reactions—tightness, temperature, muscle tension, vocalization. if you follow direction, we’ll finish with penetration.”

you swallow hard. “oh—okay.."

he helps you out of your clothes slowly. he deliberately folds them, setting them aside.

he has you lie back, legs open, hands relaxed at your sides.

“deep breath for me,” he says, voice low as he clicks the wand on. “and keep your eyes on me.”

the wand touches your clit and your hips jerk. it’s too much—you��re already sensitive from just being there, bare and watched under his gaze.

he hums in approval.

“good. you're very responsive. now don’t move.”

he keeps it there. doesn’t push, doesn’t thrust, just holds it steady while his other hand gently strokes your inner thigh. you’re panting, thighs already shaking. when you moan, he shushes you softly.

“quiet. you’ll distract the data.”

your orgasm hits like a wave—slow, rolling, overwhelming. you cry out without meaning to, clutching at the edge of the bench.

“mhm,” he says, making a little note in the tablet beside him. “that’s one.”

you barely recover before he’s sliding the curved toy inside you—warm, lube-slicked, angled perfectly—and turning that on too.

you feel it immediately, deep pressure that makes your toes curl.

rafe watches your face closely. “g-spot stimulation,” he murmurs. “let’s see if it triggers another release.”

you whimper, eyes glassy. “dr. cameron—feels so full—”

“you’re doing so well,” he murmurs, pressing the wand back to your clit at the same time. “just one more.”

you scream into your arm as you come again, harder this time.

wetter.

you don’t even realize you’re crying until his thumb wipes your cheek.

“beautiful baby. perfect reactions.” his voice is quieter now. “you’re ready.”

he sets the toys aside, wipes you down with something warm and gentle. then unbuckles his belt.

his cock is thick, flushed, leaking at the tip as he strokes it once.

“last part of the exam,” he says, voice rough.

“i need to feel you around me. just to confirm everything’s working the way it should.”

you nod, dazed. “yes… please. i want it.”

he sinks into you slow—slow enough to feel every inch.

you moan, eyes rolling back.

“fuck,” he groans. “tightest little cunt i’ve ever felt. all that prep and you’re still squeezing me."

you are, though. you’re so ready it hurts.

he moves with purpose. slow and deep, hitting the same spot the toy had touched. your whole body is electric—every nerve edge-sharp.

“you gonna come on my cock now?” he pants.

“gonna let me fuck another one out of you?”

you nod desperately, nails digging into the bench. “yes—yes, i’m coming—!”

he doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it, keeps going until your moans fall apart and your thighs shake uncontrollably.

“gonna fill this little pussy up,” he grits, breath stuttering. “need to see how your body reacts to cum. medical necessity, baby.”

you cry out as he finishes inside you, hips pressed deep, holding you full.

he stays there for a long moment. breathing with you. keeping you close.

“we’ll run a follow-up in seventy-two hours. i’ll want another sample then.”

[velaenam]

courtside sins

basketball player!caleb x cheerleader!nonmc reader tags: NSFW (18+) RAW. NASTY. SMUT!!! creampie, penetration (p to v), clit stimulation, groping, swearing, smut w/ sorta plot we just tryna bang caleb ngl — reblogs comments & likes are appreciated.

the gym is electric! stomping feet, whistles, screaming fans packed tight into the stands– but all you can hear is your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. caleb’s got the ball. shot clock ticking down. sweat glistens down his neck as he dribbles past the last defender, eyes locked on the hoop. you’re front and center on the sideline in your cheer uniform, pom-poms gripped right in your hands, “let’s go, number 5!” you shout louder than anyone else. 

it cuts through the noise!

his eyes flicked to you– just for a second– and that is all it takes. you see it in his face; he heard you! that cocky smirk flickers across his lips right before he takes a leap, muscles coiling as he sinks the shot– buzzer screaming!

the crowd erupts– screaming echos off the gym walls, and you can barely hear your own damn voice as you chant along with your squad, launching into your celebratory routine. you flip, kick, throw your arms in the air, adrenaline high and cheeks flushed. state champions. the win tastes sweet, but nothing compared to the way he’s looking at you across the court. 

caleb shoves past his teammates, brushing off the pat on his back, and makes a beeline for you. your pom-poms hit the floor just in time for him to grab you by the waist, lift you off the ground, and spin you in a tight circle, sweat drenched and grinning wide.

“thank you. did that for you.” he breathes into your ear, voice rough, chest heaving. his hands linger a little too long on your hips, and you don’t stop him. 

before you can respond, he’s pulled away– swallowed by the swam of teammates, reporters, and coaches flooding the court. everybody wants a piece of him. cameras were flashing, arms were wrapping around him. someone shoves a towel at his chest and another hand grasps his shoulder. but even as he talks, nods, and plays the part of the mvp, his eyes would drift back to you.

he manages to break away for half a second, weaving through the chaos just long enough to lean in close for you to be the only one to hear him;

“locker room. 30 minutes. i need you.” his voice is low, rough and urgent. it wasn’t a request– it was a promise– a demand.

your knees buckle, and your lips part to grasp.  your pulse is already pounding for a completely different reason.

then he’s gone again, smiling for the crowd.

.

you don’t wait the full 30 minutes. 

the noise of the celebration fades behind you as you slip through the back hallway, cheer uniform brushing your thighs, every step echoing on the waxed floor. the locker room door is ahead- slightly ajar, the overhead lights humming softly inside. your hearts thudding so hard you swear it might rip out your chest.

you push the door open, slowly, letting it creak just enough to announce you. it was empty. warm. the air smelled of sweat, victory, and… axe?

you walk past the lockers one by one, fingers grazing cool metal, until you reach the row where his things always are. your back presses against one of the doors as you wait, stomach tight with heat and anticipation. you can still feel his hands on your hips from the court, still hear that growl in your ear– i need you.

you’re not sure what’s going to happen when he walks through that door. 

.

the door clicks shut behind you– and then it opens again.

you don’t even have time to speak before caleb steps through. the moment his eyes find you the tension snaps. he’s still in his uniform, jersey peeled off the slung over his shoulder, skin slick with sweat and flushed from adrenaline. that look in his eyes? it’s not the cocky grin he gives reporters. it’s darker. hungrier. just for you.

“you waited.” he says, voice low and rough, like gravel smoothed by heat.

“i always do..” you answer, barely above a whisper.

in two strides he’s in front of you, one hand braced on the locker beside your head, the other already gripping your waist, pulling you in. “you don’t know what you do to me out there,” he mutters, breath brushing your lips, “the way you scream my name..” he groans, head tipping back slightly like he’s trying to restrain himself, but he can’t– not tonight. “the way you move in that skirt.”

then he kisses you– hard. no hesitation, no warm up. just heat and teeth and weeks of tension finally breaking open in the dark.

the kiss turns frantic fast– his mouth claiming yours like it’s owed, like the win wasn’t complete until he had you like this. your back slams softly against the locker, the cool metal contrast the heat flooding your body. caleb’s hands are everywhere– one tangled in your hair, the other sliding down, rough palm catching the hem of your skirt.

“been thinking about this all game,” he growls against your mouth, voice thick and shaky with need, “you cheering for me like that… jumping around in that damn skirt… do you know what that does to me…” he mumbles hungrily

you gasp when his fingers trail up your thigh, under your skirt now, dragging slow over your skin with purpose. his touch is firm– like he already knows every place that makes you squirm. your legs part for him instinctively, the air between you charged and electric. his breath hitches, his eyes flicking down as he grins darkly. “no shorts underneath?” he murmurs, “bad girl.”

you’d took it off before he came in.

he doesn’t move further. his fingers stay right at the edge, maddeningly close but never quite touching where you need him. instead, he just smirks, like he’s already won twice tonight. once on the court, and now here, with you trembling beneath his hands.

“you came in here like this on purpose, didn’t you?” caleb whispers, mouth brushing along the shell of your ear, “no shorts.. no shame..” he drawls, lips dragging along your neck, slow and lazy, “what were you hoping i’d do? take you right here? make you mine again– while the rest of them think i’m still giving interviews?”

your fingers dig into his shoulders as he drags his hand up your inner thigh again, feather-light. every muscle in your body tightens, aching for him to stop teasing and do something. but he’s enjoying this– watching you squirm, seeing how badly you want him to break.

“you should see yourself right now” he mutters, eyes locked on yours, “so needy.. so fucking pretty when you beg..” 

he pauses, fingers still hovering. your pulse is in your throat. “tell me.. what do you want, baby?”

he doesn’t wait for you to say it. instead, caleb grabs your wrist, spinning you around with dizzying ease, then pulls you down the row of lockers. the sink and mirror come into view, silver and fluorescent lit, as he presses you hard against the counter, your palms catching on the edge.

“look,” he growls, positioning himself behind you. “his hand splays across your lower back, holding you there as he nudges your legs apart with his knee, “you don’t even know what you do to me, do you? look at yourself– watch what you turn me into..” he presses himself on your ass– his dick already hard.

the mirror reflects your flushed cheeks, wide eyes. the way his tall frame towers behind you. all muscle, hunger, and restraint stretches thin. he hikes your skirt up slowly, painfully slowly, exposing you fully in the mirror, his fingers ghosting over your skin.

“this is what I wanted..” he murmurs, dragging his knuckles up your inner thigh, “you.. just like this.. mine..”  he tugs his shorts off, skinagainst your own.

you barely have time to breathe before you feel him press against you even harder. caleb’s grip tightens on your hips as he leans in, his mouth brushes your ear again, voice low and possessive, “keep your eyes up,” he commands, “don’t look away.” 

expert fingers hook onto your panties, tugging them to the side. his dick sliding between your thighs. you were dazed. mind in space. your juices start to coat him as he starts to move slowly, his shaft teasing your folds. your eyes locked onto his gaze, a blush creeping on your face. you were lost for words. 

absolutely fucking lost.

then– he thrusts in– deep and sudden– and the sound rips from your throat is half gasp, half moan. one of his hands clamps over your mouth just in time to muffle it, palm broad and rough, the other anchoring your hips in place as he starts to move– hard and deliberate.

the mirror trembles with every motion. your reflection blurs with every rock of his hips. lashes fluttering as you try– and fail– not to melt under the weight of him. caleb groans behind you, head falling forward against your shoulder, “fuck baby..” he murmurs against your skin, “you feel so fucking good..” he pants, pace picking up, “so tight..” he coos, so lost.

your hands grip the sink for dear life, knuckles white. your eyes keep catching his in the glass– wild, dark, and locked on you like you’re the only thing here right now. “you’re mine..” caleb growls again, “say it..” 

you try to speak– you really do. but all that comes out is a broken whimper, your mouth falling open against his palm as your body rocks with his every thrust. words feel impossible, lost in the haze of heat, and pressure building fast and sharp inside you. your eyes plead through the mirror, and he sees it– of course he does.

“tried to be sweet.” caleb mutters, voice raw and breathless now. “but you don’t need words, do you, baby?”  his hand leaves your mouth, sliding down your front with a slow drag of fingers that find your aching center, circling and taunting, “you’ll tell me with this..” 

“y-you idiot!” you half scream half whisper, “ t-tried m-my ass… y-you didn’t let me– talk!” you say in between ragged breathing and moans. your back arches, thighs shaking as he sinks deeper, his fingers working you in time with his hips until you’re right on the edge– held open and helpless, pinned between the sink, and the full weight of him behind you. 

he watches every twitch, every moan, every desperate press of your hips against him. 

“you’re saying it now.” he grunts, pace snapping into something rougher, more desperate. “you’re saying it with how you’re moving.” your answers before you can. you clench around him, head falling back against his shoulder as a cry tears rom your throat, your release crashing over you like a wave. but caleb doesn’t stop– not until he’s spilling into you with a low guttural sound. chest pressed against your back, lips against your neck as you both come down.

he pulls out slowly, dragging a moan from both of you, and you nearly collapse against the sink– legs shaking, chest heaving. but before you can fully catch you breath, caleb’s hands are already back on your waist, guiding you away from the mirror with that same intensity in his eyes. 

“not done-” he breathes, voice husky and rough. “get on the bench.” you don’t question it– because you can’t. he drops onto the wooden bench lining the lockers, legs spread wide, sweat-slick skin gleaming under the harsh overhead light. he pulls you into his lap like he owns you, and maybe he does. your hands find his shoulders as you straddle him, still in your uniform, skirt flipped up and forgotten. 

his hands grip your thighs, sliding up slowly, possessively, and he lets out a shaky breath as you sink down onto him again. the stretch burns, raw, and perfect, and his head falls back with a low groan.

“that’s it baby..” he whispers, eyes dark and fixed on where your bodies join. “ride me.. just like that..” 

you start to move– slow at first, letting him feel everything, every grind of your hips. he groans again, hands sliding under your skirt to grip your ass, guiding your rhythm. 

you set the rhythm first; slow, rolling your hips against him in smooth, deliberate circles, letting him feel how deep he is inside and how wet you still are. caleb’s jaw clenches, his hands gripping tighter, his eyes locked on yours like he’s daring you to keep going at that pace. you smirk, just a little, riding the high of having him this crazed beneath you.

“you like watching me fall apart for you, huh?” he mutters, voice thick with arousal and something a little hidden, “think you’re in control now?” 

you don’t answer. you just keep moving, slow and deep. hands planted on his chest as you grind down hard, a quiet whimper escaping your throat as his cock hits that perfect spot. 

then– he moves.

his hands slide to your hips and slam you down onto him harder, faster, stealing your breath mid-moan. he thrusts up into you from below with a rough rhythm that makes your thighs tremble and your back arch.

each snap of his hips steals whatever control you thought you had, until you’re a mess in his lap– moaning, panting, clinging to him. holy fuck.

“i’ll let you ride me.” he grits out, lips brushing your ear, fighting back a groan, “but don’t forget who’s really fucking you.” 

your hands claw at his shoulders now, nails digging in as the pace starts to turn brutal– neither of you bothering to hold back anymore. caleb’s breathing is ragged against your neck, his mouth catching on your skin between curses and praise. his thrusts from below meet every roll of your hips perfectly, the sound of your bodies slapping together echoing through the empty locker room. 

your name falls from his lips, rough, desperate, as his hand slides between your bodies, thumb circling that sensitive bundle of nerves with maddening accuracy. you cry out, his stuttering, and he knows– that you’re close– again.

“come on baby..” he whispers, “want to feel you fall apart on me again.. let go.. i’ve got you.” 

you do

your body locks up for a second, thighs clenching around him, and then he crashes over you– blinding, breathless, a mess of trembling limbs and broken sounds as you cum all around him. caleb curses under his breath, holding you tight as he follows, thrusting up hard one final time before he grabs you by the back of your head, lips colliding with yours.

you’re still trembling when he lifts you off his lap. arms strong but movements slow and careful. he murmurs a soft ‘i love you’ barely enough to hear, as he kisses your temple and runs a hand down your spine to soothe the aftershocks.

then he slips his hoodie over your head, the fabric swallowing you in his scent. it was warm and oversized. his sweats follow, tied loose around your waist, your uniform stuffed in his duffel bag.

you’re exhausted– limbs heavy, brain foggy with bliss– but he crouches in front of you with a smile that’s all soft and cute, “come on baby girl” he says, tilting his head, “i’ll carry you.”

you don’t argue. you climbed onto his back, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he hoists you with ease, one hand beneath your thigh, the other steady at your knee. the locker room lights hum behind you as he walks through the hallway and out the door.

when he gets to the car he opens the door with one hand, sets you gently in the passenger seat and buckling your seatbelt before brushing a kiss on your forehead. 

“still my favorite win.” 

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[luvseii]

𐔌 sloppy sex 𐦯 n. chuuya ⋆ mdni ⋆ original request here

you’re exhausted, body and sheets slick with sweat and cum after drawing numerous orgasms from each other. chuuya’s on his third, and you’ve stopped counting of how many times you’ve lost yourself in him. hours have gone by, you think, but you haven’t pulled yourself away from your boyfriend long enough to check.

you’re on your back, unable to stop the quivering in your thighs as chuuya presses them against your chest with his body weight. his movement is sloppy, desperate, as he chokes back sobs from the overstimulation. it doesn’t stop him from pounding into your swollen pussy, each drag of his cock sending overwhelming waves of movement throughout your body. you feel him everywhere from your scalp to the tips of your toes.

tears dripped from chuuya’s eyes onto your cheeks, mixing with your sweat as they slid into the crook of your neck. you dug your nails into his back to ground yourself as chuuya pummeled into you. he pressed his face into your shoulder to muffle his sob-like moans, teeth sinking into your dewy skin when it wasn’t enough.

when you clenched around him, orgasm nearly threatening to spill over, chuuya pressed open-mouth kisses against your throat and jaw. he wanted to kiss, but he was so stimulated that he ended up gasping his hot breath against you.

he slowly dragged his hips back until only the tip was still inside of you, pushing in shallowly and jabbing against the spongy spot that made you squirm. “ch-uuuya,” his name was broke up between two languid exhales, and you felt your thighs grow slick with juices as you squirted all over him with a broken whine.

chuuya pressed wet, sloppy kisses all over your mouth, swallowing your guttural moans when it all became too much. “one more,” he begged, eyes glittering with unshed tears as he bottomed out. you felt electric, digging your heels into the dips above his hips to hold him steady.

he pumped as you rocked, desperate to make him cum despite the shocks you felt every time your clit brushed his pelvis. “ah, ah,” he cried, fisting the sheets so hard you could feel them shaking beside your head. with the last of his strength, chuuya pulled out and spilled himself all over you, painting your stomach with his cum.

chuuya sinks onto you, red hair damp and tickling your chin as you try to catch your breath. there’s some resistance when he tries to pull away, strings of his cum connecting his stomach to yours.

“in me, next time,” you breathed, voice still hoarse. chuuya kissed your forehead despite the sweat and smiled.

“next time.”

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[vinnyvamppp]

Hello! Can I request something with Mohawk mark? Or Sinister mark? (Or both 👀) preferably smut ?

Taking Turns

Note: WHY OF COURSEEEE, I'm so sorry if this is lackluster, after writing part two of the "To Be Desired" blog, I was BURNT. (P.S. If it ever gets confusing, I placed an "M" and "S" in certain areas to differentiate the two!)

Warnings: NSFW, Gential Slapping, Fingering, Head (male receiving), Nipple Play, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Pussy Eating, Threesome, Hickeys, Insults (slut ONCE), Dom!Invincible Variants, Sub!Reader, Porn w no Plot, Both are being played and don't know it, etc.

Sinister Invincible x Fem!Reader x Mowhawk Mark

Word Count: 1,665

Just how long has it been? An hour, perhaps two.

The night was young, and the party was just getting started. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and desire as his voice pulsed through your ears like a pleasant drum. A cocktail of pheromones and adrenaline thick enough to taste.

Mark’s head was pressed snuggly in the crook of your neck—the hairs of his mohawk splayed across your cheek as it tickled you. He watches for a moment, his fingers cupping the outside of your clothed sex, a smirk playing on his lips. “Holy shit… can you hear how wet you are?” He asks, his fingertips splaying your folds apart beneath the fabric. The sound alone sends shivers down your spine as the calloused pads of his hand stimulate you mildly.

His fingers traveled upwards to the hem of your panties before yanking them down, the cloth tearing with ease as you gasped. “Relax; I can always buy you more. You’d look so fucking sexy in white,” he reconciled, his lips latching onto your neck like a suction cup as he riddles your skin with bite marks—the contrast swelling him with pride. Heat radiated between you, the feeling of his cool tongue against your fevered skin sending electric shocks down your spine. Every shift makes your nerve endings hypersensitive and hyper-aware.

His groans vibrate beneath your skin as you shift against him, your ass seeking to relieve the dick prodding your lower back. His hand spreads your thighs further—smacking the lips of your cunt as he denies your every advance.

Fingers delving into your slick folds have you seeing stars; just how did this happen? You couldn’t be bothered to rationalize as his pace quickened—the dampness causing loud squelches to echo from between your legs. The pace quickened as he continued his sensual assault—fingers curling as his thumb circled your clit unnaturally fast. Your head lolled back, legs spreading wider as he applied pressure. “That’s right… fucking slut—.” He grunted as your fingernails dug into his thighs; he had gotten too comfortable to remember how feisty you could be.

No matter… he intended to break you down. Your body was already quivering from the meticulous game he played to tease and leave you writhing for more. As your hips bucked into his fingers, his hand moved from your thighs up the curves and valleys of your figure until he slapped your tit. The sting caused you to groan; he was enjoying having free rein currently. His fingers began to tweak your nipples as he licked a stripe up your nape.

That was until S. Mark approached, eyes landing on the sight in front of him. “Looks like someone is enjoying themselves.” He said, plastering that smile on, he stared with such a demeaning expression. Embarrassment flooded your veins. “Well, shit, it took you long enough…” He complained behind you—fingers only picking up the pace as your body attempted to crane away from his touch.

Padded footsteps fill your ears as Mark approaches, fingers clasping your chin as he beams down at you. “Not so fast; we’re not done yet. haven’t had my turn.” He explained, before moving to the other side of your lips, connecting with yours in unparalleled fever. Soft, chapped lips graze against tender skin, sending shivers down his spine.

The gentle pressure builds, your breath swallowing every groan vibrating from his throat. The pads of his fingers follow the red rash blistering from M. Mark’s earlier smack to the sweetened buds of your breast—essentially knocking his hands out of view. With the dual stimulation—your hips grind into the touch and your body gravitates towards its pleasure. Pulling away from the kiss, his eyes fell between your legs; you were practically dripping from being fingered.

“Look at you… pathetic. You couldn't make it to the real thing before you came, could you?” He asked rhetorically. He was toying with you, and he knew it. The sharp edge of his smile made it clear—this was as much a test as it was an indulgence. The pressure built at a slow, torturous pace, the kind that made time stretch to test his patience. His eyes ravaged you more than he could ever wish for physically.

Suddenly—the men flipped you sideways, laying you on your back as one's lips parted your cunt and the other's tongue toyed with your sensitive neck and breasts. Each is branded with a new set of hickeys. Both tongue-lashed tingles across your skin, your jaw ticking as you withheld noises; only then would their pursuits become brutal as a pair of teeth gently tugged against your chest. The sharp edge of their teeth against your skin was a paradox—pain and pleasure, warning and invitation—leaving behind a phantom sensation even after they pulled away.

“Ready?” A voice from between your legs spoke, his Mohawk coming into view as he stroked his cock, the tip a beaded red. Slamming himself inside you, his teeth gritted as he nearly let out a pathetic groan. Both men paused, staring at one another as you grew confused from the wind being knocked out of you. “Did you…?” Mark asked, with a condescending grin. “W-What? Fuck no, she’s just… tight.” He replied, shoving the man with annoyance. “You’re both pathetic, like a virgin, you can’t even handle—.” He started, only to be cut off by the sweet warmth welcoming his cock into your mouth.

They both paused before timing their hips as they began long strokes. Your walls clenched around him so deliciously, and your throat began to relax as you gagged on the length traveling down your throat. “H-...H- Shit… relax, babe.” He pleaded as his hips began to plow from below, his grip tight enough to bruise. The other Mark was nearly silenced: “F-fuck, I love it when you gag. Can’t… wait to see you cum on that cock.” He heaved, causing you to chuckle. The vibrations racing shivers through him.

It's a steady—strong rhythm as their hips begin to break out of tandem and grow sloppy. The obscene wet sounds of your cunt being pounded echoed through the room, mixing with their grunts and moans of pleasure. Your cries of ecstasy were muffled by the thick cock stuffed down your throat—pupils blown from lack of oxygen.

“Such a c-creamy pussy; why didn’t… I do this shit sooner?” Mark asked from between your thighs as his legs trembled with effort. “So pretty... l-like a doll. C'mon, cum for me… Don't be stubborn.” He said from above, although strangled as they both moaned a cacophony of sounds. It didn't take long; you simply felt too divine. How could they both stop, especially when your punishment had yet to be dealt with? They bring themselves to the brink of ecstasy—holding you there until their bodies are begging for release.

Only then do they finally come, your body buzzing from pleasure. Their releases just barely land on your body—fighting the urge to fill you to the brim as they groan and shudder above you. “This isn’t over.” One says, “Hey… we’re switching… need to feel that pussy before she’s too fucked out.” The other said. The game continued like this—the men taking turns pounding into your dripping cunt and forcing you to choke on their cocks. That's what made it fun. The sight, the sensation, the thrill.

Every time they came close to filling you with their seed, they would switch—denying themselves the warmth of your cum coating their dicks. You could only have dry orgasms thanks to Mohawk Mark—but the sight of two strong men groaning pathetically above you was nice. Until they’re exhausted, you’ll keep playing this game.

Your eyes flickered open, the morning light barely peeking through the curtains. You must have lost consciousness. The weight of the two men pressing against you was heavy—but you didn't dare move. You had a part to play, after all. Not to mention your body ached from overusage.

As they began to stir, you kept your breathing even, feigning sleep. Inside, however, your mind was racing. You had them right where you wanted them—utterly spent and vulnerable. It was time to tighten the noose.

Sinister Mark was the first to wake, his hand instinctively reaching for your breast. You bit back a smirk as he grunted in confusion, his cock already beginning to harden against your thigh. Good, he was always so easy to manipulate when gratified.

Mohawk Mark wasn't far behind—his morning wood prodding against your ass. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, arching your back slightly. Both men froze, their hands pausing in their exploration of your body.

"What are you doing?" Mohawk Mark asked, his voice gruff with sleep and suspicion. You turned your head to face him, your eyes wide and innocent. "What do you mean? I thought you wanted this." You purred, nipping at his bottom lip. Mark scoffed from your other side. "Don't play dumb, slut. We know you're up to something."

You laughed, the sound low and sultry. "Oh, y'know. I'm just a girl who loves to please." You reached between your legs—wrapping your hand around both of their cocks and giving them a slow stroke. "Isn't this what you both want? To use me, fill me, make me your little fuck toy?"

The men exchanged a glance, their resolve crumbling under your touch. You could see it in their eyes—the hunger, the desperation. They were already falling back under your spell.

"I think it's time for round two, don't you?" You whispered, biting your lip. "Let's see how many times you can make me cum before you're both completely spent." And with that, you flipped onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself to them on a platter. The game was back on, and you were more than ready to play.

Tada! (I totally didn't just edit another 600 words into this.) MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

[leqonsluv3r]

What about Leon with a reader who is hard to make cum? I love your work 💛

lunch

—re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

masterlist taglist prompt game

contains nsfw content, MDNI

an: my ovaries are fucking crying anon, i hope this is what you wanted :,) sorry i took so long my lovelies, i hope this makes up for my absence <33 ily all

they had tried everything.

or almost everything, it felt like no matter what leon did. she just couldn’t cum. she just couldn’t, it’s not that she wasn’t attracted to him, she’d have to be blind and stupid not to be.

but she just couldn’t cum.

it was annoying and at first she didn’t take it personally, but after he had spent hours, upon hours. trying to eat her out, nothing.

nothing.

not even a small hint of getting close, just a small bubbling and tingling in her belly whenever she got remotely into it.

it was frustrating, it was making her angry. she just wanted to cum and her body wasn’t letting her. they had tried everything. well not…everything. but pretty close.

leon knew how frustrating this was, and no matter how many times she reassured him that it wasn’t his fault (which it wasn’t), she had never been able to reach orgasm easily. even when it was just her by herself.

he wanted to try something with her, thinking that maybe if he tried this. they’d be one step closer to maybe getting her to unravel. he hoped anyways, he just needed to wait until the right time.

it was another one of those nights when she was sitting with him in bed, his hand on her knee as she watched the tv. her head resting on his shoulder, she was relaxed and content. she didn’t feel wound up, she just felt at peace where she was.

his hand slowly started to drift up her thigh and under her nightgown, her body thrumming just a little bit at the touch. she groans softly and buries her head into his shoulder, “what’s the point…?” she mumbles, “i’m defective. i can’t cum like you want me too.”

he hums and presses a kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her thigh, “i still want you.” he whispers in a low growl.

she heaves a small shaky exhale at his words, the way they echoed through her body like an electric shock. she bites her lip and leans her head more into his shoulder, “leon…” she whines in part annoyance and part arousal.

he squeezes her thigh again, “we’re gonna try something different. sit in between my legs, baby.” he says as he looks down at her.

she hoped he had some kind of plan or else this was going to be a very uneventful evening. one of many that she’s had. she crawls in between his legs and sits against his chest, her back laying against the hard edge of his chest.

she swallows as she feels his bulge against her ass, making a small noise as he slides his large hands over her covered thighs. “do you want to hear my theory?” he mutters lowly against her hair, gripping her nightgown clad hips.

she swallows but finds words, “yeah, sure.” she mumbles, half distracted by the way his hands were grabbing her so possessively. like he was an animal, a caveman almost.

“i think you don’t know how, i think you don’t understand your body.” he says with a small smirk against her hair, his hands drifting back underneath her nightgown. “like what if…” he slips his hands underneath her panties, causing her breath to hitch.

“i smack this pussy? what do you think will happen?” he says in a low playful tone, his fingers tracing the outer lips but not really touching her. she swallows, leaning her head back a little against his chest, “i-i don’t know, it’ll hurt?”

he chuckles softly, “i don’t think it will, i think you might like it.” he hums as his finger finds her clit, slowly circling it with his finger and causing her breath to catch again.

“that’s not…”

“no, it’s not.” he says with a small smirk, “but i think you need to be properly stimulated and educated, baby. i think that’s your problem.” he explains gently as he keeps circling her clit at a slow agonizing pace.

his eyes were blown wide with desire as he watched her twitch a little in his lap, “mmm, yeah, i think you just get too amped up.” he tuts as he slowly pulls his hand out of her underwear, causing her body to sink in disappointment against his.

“but i think we can fix that.” he hums softly, “i’m almost determined to get you to come, to be the first guy to get you to finish.” he says in a low growl as he tugs her ruined underwear off of her legs, tossing it onto the floor next to the bed.

his words sparking a thrum of desire through her, one that no other guy could match in a million years.

he pulls her back forcefully so she’s in the same position as before, moving her thighs over his own so she was spread open. “oh yeah, mmm…” he hums into her ear as he spreads open her pussy with his fingers.

“look at her, poor thing.” he sighs dejectedly in her ear, like he’s actually talking to it. “poor little pussy has never gotten to cum. she’s probably dying.” he says with a mocking chuckle as he slowly runs his large finger over her drenched slit.

she shivers audibly against him, her body shaking with the anticipation that she could cum tonight. she needed to, it was so beyond frustrating that she couldn’t.

“i think we should stuff her full, do you think that’d work? have you full so that you can barely speak?” he rasps in her ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe as he ran his fingers through her drenched slit.

she bites her lip and nods slowly, “yes…” she whispers with a small exhale. “i-i think that’s worth a shot.” she finds herself saying.

he hums and smacks her pussy lightly, causing her to jump and whimper, “good, because i think you need it. your all tense, baby.” he says lowly, “and i think cumming would help.”

she couldn’t agree more, she felt so wound up. irritated that she couldn’t come and frustrated that he was trying hard all this time and nothing was working.

he slowly slides one finger into her entrance, stroking her inner walls with his finger as she gasps softly. her eyes flutter shut, she tries to lean her head backwards again but he shakes his head behind her. “no, eyes down. your watching.” he says firmly, and there’s no room to argue with that.

her eyes look down, watching one finger disappear in and out of her. the action is lewd and defining but she doesn’t care. his fingers feel so good, he’s like a master at her inner workings. her body just doesn’t always respond to it.

the lewd noises from her arousal and his finger only heighten when he adds another one. pumping two of his fingers in and out of her. she moans as she watches, her thighs shaking where they’re wrapped over his.

“your taking it so well, such a good girl.” he mutters lowly into her ear with a smirk. she whines and clenches around his fingers at his lewd words. her body shaking. she could feel his covered erection against her tailbone, he was just as worked up as she was.

he decides to keep going, slipping another finger inside of her, three fingers now moving in and out of her tight soaked entrance. she whimpers and her face scrunched up at the tightness.

“you were made for this, made to take my fingers inside of you.” she grabbed onto his hand that was resting on her shaking thigh, holding onto it for dear life. “leon…im not…im not going to be able to-“

“shh, be quiet.” he says firmly as she writhes a little against him, “your going to soak my fingers, you hear me.” he says lowly into her ear, the implication of his words making her more determined. “don’t force it baby, relax…” his hand on her thigh soothes over flesh.

she swallows as if she’s a fish out of water, gasping for air. she tilts her head back against his shoulder, his large fingers hitting that spot inside of her, making her eyes roll. she felt like she was teetering closer and closer, she didn’t think something this simple would make her come.

all the other times it was much more and it never worked but this, this was simple and close to nothing.

and it was working.

he moved his thumb up to her clit and rubbed over it with his thumb, her body practically vibrating as she let moan after moan leak from her lips.

“you gonna be a good girl and soak my fingers?” he asks as he curls the three thick digits inside of her, not stopping. his thumb pausing over her clit. “yes! fuck…please!” she exhales a sob, feeling water pool its way into her eyeline.

he remembers something he tried with her a while ago that she seemed to like, he smirked against her ear and moved his free hand up to her neck, his large hand gently wrapping around the base of her throat. “mmm, there you go.” he hums with a small dark voice.

her eyes rolling back as he lightly squeezes, clenching around his three fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of her. she was practically drooling, fucked out at just his fingers and his hand around her neck.

“such a messy little slut.” he hissed into her ear, the gentle man from before was gone and in his place was him. his hand on her neck, calling her a slut. she felt taboo for liking something so raunchy and dark. she didn’t care right now though.

she could feel her orgasm cresting, her arousal shining on his three fingers as he moved them faster. his thumb rubbing rapidly against her clit. she was such a mess and she couldn’t find it in herself to even care.

he was so hard, it was borderline painful for him. her pretty lashes soaked in tears as he kept moving his fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace, his hand wrapped around her neck and gently squeezing. her moans seeped into his ears like the sweetest melody he’s ever heard.

“you like that baby? you like taking my fingers like you take my cock?” he asks lowly as he nips at her ear, gently biting it. he squeezed her neck again as she didn’t answer, “yes…! yes!” she practically screamed as she felt tears leaking down her cheeks.

it was all too much and yet not enough, she was so close. it felt like she had finally almost reached the finish line.

“mmm, that’s it baby…you can do it. cum all over my fingers.” he mumbles into her ear, squeezing her neck in his grip. she feels her eyes water as his words swim through her head and she lets out a loud moan…

and finally, she cums.

she covers and releases all over his fingers, letting out shaky exhales as he pumps his fingers, trying to work her through it. it feels so good, the tension is melted and gone. she feels so much better now.

his hand loosens and drops from her neck, rubbing over her trembling thigh in comfort, she swallows like she just ran a race — her mouth dried out.

he presses a kiss to the side of her temple and her cheek, he slowly takes his fingers out of her pussy. the glisten of her arousal all over them, she watches with half lidded eyes as he brings them to his mouth and sucks the release off.

she lets out a shaky breath, his blue eyes dropping to her fucked out expression on her face. he chuckles softly, “you look wrecked. you okay?” he asks softly.

she swallows and nods slowly, “i feel good. i forgot how good it feels to…” she breathes raggedly, short sporadic breaths exiting her lips. he nods and smiles at her, “i know, honey. i know.” he whispers as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

he gently moves her to her side of the bed, letting her lay back against the pillows. he slides her underwear back up her legs, gently rubbing her hips in soothing circles.

she remembers his words from earlier, “so you feel accomplished right? you made me come.” she whispers with a small shaky laugh.

he smirks, a devilish one that looks almost unlike him. “oh absolutely.” he says as he crawls next to her side on the bed. pushing some hair out of her face, “but this wasn’t about me, it was all about you. that was the goal this entire time.”

she feels her heart soften a little, he could’ve easily just fucked her or…done something for his benefit — like other guys from her past did. but not him, he did this for her. because she needed to feel how good release is.

“i love you.” she whispers with a tired smile, her limbs sinking into the comfort of the mattress. he cups her cheek with one hand, rubbing his thumb over her jawline. “i love you too.” he whispers.

he was perfect already, but this just added onto everything. how selfless he was to give her an actual good experience instead of giving her up and tossing her to the side. she actually felt like she was worth something when she was with leon.

and no other guy could measure up.

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[pennyold]

could you write carlisle with virgin reader (age gap but still gentle)

Carlisle Cullen taking innocent reader's virginity. | pure smut, cursing and protected p n v.

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"Carlisle..." Carlisle just rubs his tip between your folds, the feeling just sends you goosebumps, and the strange but delicious feeling makes you whimper "I know, baby... just..." he bites his lip seeing how your clit is so swallowed for your arousal, he gently touches it, and you squirm, he was so hard because of you, the simple fact that he was taking your virginity, your angelic face now a ruin of your desperate feeling about his tip teasing your hole. You move your hips upward, wanting his cock inside you. "Easy, sweetheart, there's no rush." he teased, massaging your clit. "Mmh." you whimpered, not too loud, you touched your boobs, pinching the nipple and closing your legs because your clit being spread by Carlisle’s fingers, the cold air touch your sensitive point sending a electric wave through your spine "Oh... god" you arched your back "You like that? Huh?" you nodded, moaning "Alright, I'll put it inside, ready?" you nodded once more, preparing for the new sensation coming.

Carlisle's cock is huge, very huge, you opened your mouth in a big O, letting the air go out your mouth. "Oh..." you whispered and he groaned, biting his lip "Can you feel that, baby? Your pretty pussy being stretched with my cock?" You nodded, squeezing his cock on purpose, and a little tear came out of your eye, sliding into the corner of your eye. You feel how his large dick was so deep that he could reach that sweet spot, the delicious feeling you think no one would get into it, he was close to it. Carlisle covers your tiny body with his big hands, taking you to a better position and hitting, reaching inside you. He guttural groan in your ear being slowly with the stocking, he promised you he would be gentle, and would take care of you the next few days.

"Hard," he furrowed his eyebrows "What?" "Hit me harder," you said, embracing him by his neck and pulling his mouth in yours. He obeys you, hitting your uterus with his tip, now big tip, because of his arousal. "Shit... Carlisle..." you moaned in his ear, and he made a pressure movement, squeezing your hip harder "Are you gonna come, baby? That fast?” you nodded “Hold it, sweetheart” you shook your head “I don’t think i can hold it” he grabbed your cheeks squeezing them “You are gonna hold it, because you are a obedient girl, right?” you nodded excited what would happen if you cum now, you loved being a bratty little bitch.

Carlisle was squeezing your hips when he came, groaning and feeling how the condom was torturing his dick, you came too, pulsing around Carlisle’s cock “Fuck… fuck…” he kissed your neck gently “I love how your pussy squeeze my dick, perfectly delicious, baby.” he said kissing your cheeks and massaging your tights stimulating them, they were trembling because of the arousal and first cum you’ve experienced with a man, with a big man like Carlisle.

divider: @/enchanthings-a

[cera-writes]

Listen but

Tail stimulation with Kurt. That little thing wrapping up your thigh as he rails you and it assisting him as he eats you out 👀

You’re left a begging and whiny mess under him~

A/N: Oh, I F with this. Hell yeah I'm writing it. Pairing: Kurt Wagner x AFAB!Reader Tags: overstimulation, oral sex (receiving), getting absolutely railed by Kurt's lil' tail

"Absolut, meine Liebe,"

Kurt's touch was always electric, a comforting hum that resonated deep within you.

Tonight, however, it felt different. The gentle graze of his tail against your thigh sent shivers down your spine, an unexpected jolt that tightened your core and sent heat between your legs.

His eyes, usually playful and inviting, held a new intensity. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Feeling a little sensitive tonight, liebling?"

You swallowed, a nervous tremor in your throat. "M-maybe a little," you confessed, the vulnerability raw and unexpected.

A slow smile spread across his face, sending a flutter to your stomach. He moved closer, his tail wrapping possessively around your leg, a subtle pressure that mirrored the growing ache between your thighs.

He didn't rush. His kisses were slow and deliberate, each one igniting a spark that danced across your skin. His hands, usually playful, traced a path down your body, each touch a whispered promise.

"S-such a tease, Kurt..." you but your lip as he continued venturing south.

The tension crackled between you, a heady mix of desire and vulnerability. You whimpered, a soft sound that seemed to hang heavy in the air.

This seemed to drive him closer towards his goal of making you feel good and focusing on your pleasure. "Du machst mich verrückt, Liebling."

He then proceeded to trace circles around your clit, dragging his tongue over the clothed mound as he teased you deliciously. "Mm, oh...Kurt..." you whimpered, fingernails digging into the sheets of the bed as you anticipated what was to come from your sweet and eager boyfriend.

You were a mess of tangled emotions, yearning for something you couldn't quite define as the tension started building up more as he teased you over your underwear.

"Du gehörst mir, nur mir," he breathed huskily between eating you out, the words foreign to you. "What d-does that...m-mean...ah!" you closed your eyes, biting your lip as he applied a bit more pressure to your sweet spot.

"You belong to me, Sonnenschein..." he smirked, sparing a glance up at your half lidded eyes as you revelled in the feelings he was giving to you. He then proceeded to pull your underwear down, only gliding it past your thighs as his tail slipped in between your folds unexpectedly.

You hissed in surprise, looking at him wide eyed as he started stroking your entrance with it. It also must have sent little waves of pleasure through him too because as soon as he slipped inside of you, he let out an almost erotic whimper.

But you didn't contain your throes of passion either because as soon as you felt him inside of you, you let out a deep throaty moan from the new sensation.

"S-so good," Kurt panted, kissing and sucking your delicate and swollen clit as his tail started to pump in and out of you faster. "Ah! Mein Gott!" he whimpered again as you squeezed around him.

He was so sensitive and you enjoyed watching him squirm between your legs amidst your own pooling pleasure. You were soaked which only made it that much more pleasurable for Kurt as he whined in between your legs. God, his moans turned you on so much. You were getting close.

"Oh, please baby... oh fuck...Kurt-I-" you threw your head back against the headboard as he devoured you, feeling himself getting closer to his own peak of ecstasy.

You came hard, body trembling and spasming as he eased up from you, wiping his mouth deliciously, tail still pumping in and out of you at a sloppier pace, before grabbing his twitching cock and spilling cum all over your stomach.

A satisfied groan slipped from his lips as he caught his breath.

"That was...incredible," you sighed in content before Kurt cleaned you up.

"Absolut, meine Liebe, you were so, so good." Kurt added before leaning down and placing the most adoring kiss to your forehead.

[unintentionalseductress]

It's The Thought That Counts

My fic to @who-mentioned-rhys-larsen for my Secret Santa collab! Hope the smut was freaky enough for you pookie! Warnings: MDNI, sex, lingerie kink, toys, bondage, minor bdsm elements, bit of cum play, very little plot Summary: When you receive an unexpected present from Xavier, you realize his intentions are anything but holy. Word Count: 3425

Warm lights fill your small living room as you settle cozily next to Xavier on the carpet near the tree. Both of you were still in your warm holiday pajamas, yours a festive red and green with reindeer all over it, and his blue and white covered with snowflakes. Colorful wrapping paper was strewn all over the floor as Xavier put aside his most recently opened gift- a book of poetry you’d seen him eyeing a few weeks ago. Xavier takes the last remaining box from under the tree.

“The final present. I hope you like it.” Xavier’s tone is light but carries a hint of mischief and there’s a gleam in his ocean-blue eyes as he hands it to you. Curiously, you accept the box neatly wrapped in gold paper with a bow on top. You rip apart the tape and wrappings before opening the lid and your eyes widen in surprise as you see what’s inside.

You feel your cheeks reddening as you look at your presents. The first thing that caught your eye was a lacy, lingerie set in a silky cream color. It was folded at the bottom and as you observed the other contents lying on top of it, you squeaked and put the box down to cover your face.

“Something wrong?” Xavier’s voice is calm but has a teasing lilt to it.

“Xavier these presents…Why would you get me something like this?” You refuse to let him see your face even as you feel his large hand wrap around your wrist and tug. A playful chuckle leaves his lips and giving up on your wrist, he reassuringly pats your head.

“Why not? Weren’t we talking the other day about how we wanted to try new things in the bedroom? I just picked up a few things you had mentioned. But the lingerie set is entirely for my own pleasure. I thought you’d look beautiful in it.”

You finally take your hands away but can’t quite look into his eyes. Xavier catches your chin in his fingers and lifts your face to his. “Hey. You don’t have to be so embarrassed.” He pulls you closer and you rest your cheek on his shoulder, trying not to feel so flustered.

“There’s no pressure to use them. I thought I’d just buy them so that we had them on hand in case we were feeling adventurous sometime.” He nuzzles into your hair and you feel warmth gathering in your chest at the soft contact. Wrapping your arms around Xavier’s neck you lean back to look at him in the eyes.

“No making fun of me ok?” You ask him with large eyes and he smiles, nodding. 

“Now…what are these other things?” You gather courage and look back into the box. You pick up a pair of small clamps which had beads attached to the bottoms. 

“Nipple clamps.” Xavier moves closer to you and his hot breath tickles your ear. “Remember how that night you said you love having your nipples played with and you thought you’d like the extra stimulation?

His voice is husky and you feel a liquidy pull in the pit of your stomach at his words, little skitters of electricity running along your spine. Wetting your lips, you try to talk. “Uh, yeah. I remember. So these…?”

“The shopkeeper said they were beginner-friendly. A slight little pinch to heighten your senses.” Xavier’s thumbs subtly brush against the sides of your breasts and you feel the atmosphere in the room change, almost becoming steamy. Swallowing, you set the clamps aside and pick up another item, a silk pouch.

“Ah yes. This.” Xavier takes the pouch from you and the touch of his fingers on yours felt like little fires were erupting under your skin. He opens the drawstring and pulls out the items, which look like bits of satin.

“Restraints. For your ankles and wrists.” Xavier demonstrates by loosely looping one of the satin restraints over your hand and your heart skips a beat. “The shopkeeper suggested handcuffs at first but I thought these would be a little softer on your skin.” Xavier presses a kiss to your palm, the soft gesture setting off a firecracker of excitement in the pit of your stomach. He carefully puts the restraints back into the pouch and waits for you to pull out the last toy. 

Your hand trembles slightly as you pull out the last one, which is a strange U shape. One end had a small opening in the thick, cushy head while the other was shaped like a bullet vibrator. You run a finger over the soft silicone, then glance up at Xavier.

“And this…a novelty item the shopkeeper recommended.” Xavier runs a finger down the U-curve. “It can be used for both internal and external pleasure. This part-” Xavier taps the bullet-shaped end, “-Is meant to be inserted into your pussy. It vibrates and will keep your G-spot nice and stimulated.” His fingers trace back to the slimmer end with the opening. “And this comes over your clit.” His voice has become a sultry whisper as he explains, his eyes becoming darker with each word. “It has this delightful suction and it feels almost like a real mouth.”

Xavier is so close to you that you could have sworn he could hear the way your heart was beating rapidly like a caged bird. “Imagine this. You come out wearing that lingerie. I’ll take my sweet time removing it. Then we put those nipple clamps on. I think the pull would feel amazing on your sweet little peaks. Then I lay you down on the bed and tie you up with those satin ropes. And all the while you’re panting and moaning for me like a good girl, I’ll insert this vibrator into your cunt. How loudly do you think you’ll cry out when you orgasm?”

You find yourself tongue-tied and unable to push out the picture he’s painted in your brain. The idea of being so vulnerable to his eyes, of being under his control as he pushed you towards orgasm has your core clenching, and your clit was already throbbing uncomfortably from his descriptions. 

“Well?” Xavier prompts. “Do you want to put it on for me?” The intimate tone of his voice has you relenting and despite your reservations, you nod shyly. Xavier’s eyes light up and he looks approvingly at you. “Go on.” He jerks his chin at the lingerie. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”

Your legs tremble as you get up, take the silky lingerie from the box, and scamper into the bathroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you started to undress. Turning, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, seeing your perked nipples under the light before you pick up the delicate bra and start to hook it on. It contrasted beautifully against your skin, the lace flirting at the swell of your breasts, and the material pushing your bosom up like it was offering to be inspected. Next, you drag on the little lace boy shorts, the silky feeling of them as they glide up your legs almost erotic. Once on, you turn, blushing when you see that they barely covered your round ass. You sit on the edge of the bathtub as you pull on the matching thigh-high stockings which have bows at the top, and do a spin in the mirror.

You did look good, there was no denying that, but you also had never worn anything this luxuriously racy in your life before. Your flush has spread to your body, staining your skin like a delicate blossom waiting for spring. Taking a deep breath, you step out and pad towards the bedroom, noting the box containing the toys was gone; probably Xavier had taken it with him. You peek into the bedroom and feel a skitter of electricity pass through you as you see Xavier has changed into a silky bathrobe that was loosely tied and left most of his chest on display. He had laid out the toys on the nightstand and he catches sight of you as he turns to put the box away. A soft smile graces his lips as he sees you.

“Well hello there,” he says in a sweet voice. “Won’t you come in?” On wobbly legs, you force yourself to move, stopping in front of him, your eyes cast downward. Xavier catches your chin and lifts your face to his. Those blue eyes bore into yours, but there’s gentleness in them as he admires you. 

“I knew you’d look stunning in this.” He sits down on the edge of the bed. “Turn around for me.” Self-consciously, you spin slowly, feeling how much of your skin is on display. Xavier’s gaze was sending currents of heat shooting through you and you can hear his quiet breath through the silence. When your back is turned, he softly commands, “Stop.” 

You freeze, and wait, your feet digging into the carpet. “Bend over.” His voice cuts through the silence. Feeling your face burn, you lean over, feeling the shorts ride up higher into your crotch showing off more of your cheeks. The sensation of the fabric pushing against your pussy makes it throb, reminding you about the unspoken tension that had been building inside you from the moment you had donned the lingerie. 

You take a sharp breath as you feel Xavier’s hand cup your ass, giving it a squeeze, his fingers patting under the roll of flesh to make it jiggle. Satisfied with his groping, he chuckles softly. “Good girl. Now face me.” You straighten, then finish the turn and finally face him, your hands fiddling nervously with each other. Seeing this, Xavier tsks and pulls on your arm. You take a few shaky steps towards him and he comfortingly settles you on his lap, his hands running up and down your back. “Are you all right? Comfortable?” You nod, then whisper in his ear, “Yeah. I’m just a little unused to this.”

He hums in understanding, then helps you lay down on the bed before lying down next to you. He runs a finger across your cheek, down to your jaw, then your neck and collarbone before tracing the swell of your breast under the lace. The sensation tickled and you squirmed slightly under him. “That’s it, get comfortable with my touch,” Xavier murmurs, leaning in to kiss the column of your neck, his tongue laving the soft skin before he starts to leave a trail of wet kisses. The hand that was stroking your cleavage drops lower to cup your breast, giving an enticing squeeze that draws a breathy sigh from you. 

“Yes…just relax.” He dips a fingertip under the lace to flirt with the heated skin there and suddenly, you almost feel irritable, like the cool silk on your skin was too much of a barrier. Removing the invading digit, Xaver observes the way your nipples have hardened, the outlines clearly visible through the fabric and he brushes his thumbs against them. The sensation sends a line of lust straight into your core and you moan quietly at the action. 

A chuckle leaves Xavier’s lips and his hands wander to your back, snapping open the catch of your bra, revealing your prettily perked nipples to his eyes. Your chest rises and falls as you try to control your breathing but Xavier’s light touches and teasing looks are forcing you to remember the description he had told you earlier about how he was planning on this to go.  A noise of pleasure falls from your lips and Xavier pulls a nipple into his mouth, suckling and wetting it with his tongue and lips, alternating the suction and pressure as he tweaks its twin between his fingers. 

He hadn’t been wrong about the nipple play; you enjoyed it immensely, and currents of heat kept rising in your belly, radiating outward and making your body a pliant tangle of desire. As he switches to the other nipple, gracing it with his mouth, the persistent throbbing between your legs intensifies and all your brain can focus on is how you could relieve it. You needed friction so badly, and nothing was within reach. Whimpers escape your lips, your body trembling hotly under his mouth. With a wet pop, Xavier unlatches from your breast and admires the moistened peaks. 

“Ready to try out those clamps?” He helps you sit up and rests you against the headboard and gives both nipples a teasing twist that causes you to gasp before he picks up the beaded nipple clamps from the nightstand. You watch in fascination as Xavier gathers saliva on his tongue and spreads it over one of your peaks before sliding the stopper on the clamp loose. The cold metal slides onto the sides of your nipple and he slowly drags the stopper to close, letting it pinch your skin just enough that it brings a pleasant ache into the bud. He repeats this with the other one and the delicate pull makes you even needier than you already were. The little beads add weight and gravity pulls them downwards. They made you feel naughty like you were working in a burlesque. 

“How do they feel? Are they too tight?” Xavier tugs very lightly on one of the clamps and you yelp, not from pain but from the unexpected jolt of pleasure that courses through you. You shake your head no. “They feel good.”

“Ok good.” Xavier flicks the clamps almost imperceptibly, making them swing, enjoying how your face contorted each time. The sight of your trapped nipples had made him unbearably hard. It was taking all his willpower not to strip off your underwear and fuck you senseless at this very moment. Swallowing, he steels himself for what he wants to do next. He parts your legs by the knees, eyes becoming feral at the sight of the patch of wetness that has coated the gusset of the cream-colored boy shorts. 

Hooking his finger into the waistband, he drags the little strip of fabric off your legs, baring your sex to his eager eyes. The lips were puffy from arousal, and he could see a fine sheen of glistening moisture on the very edges of your labia. Xavier presses kisses to your inner thighs, stroking your calves and the arches of your feet. You writhe at each searing touch, the clamps jerking with each movement and bringing a delicious feeling of pain and pleasure each time. 

Your clit was swollen and begging for attention and all you wanted was for Xavier to put his mouth on you and lick you till you screamed his name in ecstasy. Almost as if he’d sensed this, he gives you a wicked grin from between your legs. “Not yet my little star. There’s still so much I want to do to you.” Leaning over you he reaches for the velvet pouch containing the restraints. 

He drags the smooth velvet over your belly teasingly, watching the skin quiver under the action, then down your legs, hovering over your inner thighs. The tickling sensation breaks your stillness and you gasp, toes curling in response as he creeps downwards. He delicately lifts your foot, creating a loop with the fabric, and securing it to the bedpost. He repeats the action on your other foot and your wrists until you're lying spreadeagled on the bed, your legs completely open to his mercy. 

The clamps shift as he finishes tying you, now splayed in opposite directions, pulling on your nipples and creating a new wave of need shooting through your body. You whimper at the utterly helpless position he’s left you in as he strokes your mound and then spreads apart your lips to reveal the swollen little bud at the top of your folds.

“Perfect. All sweet and ripe for the taking.” Without warning he licks a line through your folds and you squeal, straining at your restraints which hold you firmly in place as he has his way with you. You moan, barely able to move your hips to your satisfaction as Xavier sucks your clit into his mouth, wet little noises escaping the seal of his lips as he feasts. The air fills with your cries and just as you feel a particularly delicious spasm ripple through you, Xavier withdraws, leaving you panting and trying to bring him back to you wildly. You felt bereft, the absence almost unbearable. 

You turn your head to look at Xavier, confusion in your eyes, which then widen as you see him reach for the U-shaped toy. He strokes your cheek and gives you a quick, sensual, kiss on the lips. His long fingers probe at your entrance, testing your wetness before slipping a digit inside to ensure you’re prepared for what's to come. There’s no resistance, and he’s pleased to find only slick heat enveloping his finger. Confident now, he positions himself between your legs and begins to insert the toy. 

A primal noise of need escapes your lips as you feel the toy inside you, then with a little maneuvering, you feel the other curved end slide over your puffy clit, fitting inside the opening you had observed. You wait with bated breath, then gasp as Xavier turns it on. The toy buzzes to life inside you, drawing a low moan from you as you feel a mild suction on your clit. Experimentally, Xavier pushes the rubber button on the vibrator until it kicks up a few levels and your voice keens as the internal and external stimulation hits a point of perfection. 

“Is that enough?” Xavier’s voice cuts through the haze of sexual need in your brain as he watches your face. You manage a nod, your mouth hanging open as you try to breathe through the amazing sensations that are spreading through your body. Your eyes closed in ecstasy, feeling overwhelmed by what was happening. The combination of the pressure on your clit and nipples, plus the feeling of losing control, of being held down like prey while Xavier watched you come undone was unbearably arousing. 

Your eyes crack open, and your heart nearly stops as you see he’s removed his clothes, and stroking himself while watching you. You moan at the sight of his cock, your mouth watering.

“Do you want a taste?” He asks teasingly, and you nod, feeling like you need something in your mouth to ground you. He moves closer and gently lifts your head so that you can take him into your mouth. He hisses as your lips close around him, the soft wetness feeling exquisite on his heated flesh. You suck him for comfort, trying to focus on your orgasm. Xavier takes deep calming breaths, not using you, but seemingly content to watch you struggle in the throes of passion. He feels you back up suddenly, a muffled cry emanating from within, and realizes you’re on the edge. He pulls out of your mouth just in time for an animalistic noise of satisfaction to shudder free, watching you greedily as your whole body shakes as the orgasm grips you.

You writhe on the bed as gratifying pleasure fills you, radiating from your core and causing your clit and hole to spasm delightfully as it happens. Xavier watches and quickly pumps himself, the thought of how those spasms in your pussy might feel on his cock. As your moans die down he moves, still stroking himself, and gets the toy out of your pussy. He groans as he kneels between your legs.

“Where do you want it?” he asks in a breathless whisper, and your eyes meet his in a hazy glance. 

“On my clit…please…” you say in a breathy voice and that sends him hurdling over the edge. He lets out a gasp as his cock twitches in his hand, then aims it between your folds, watching his thick seed fall onto your swollen clit, messily cascading down onto the sheets. You hum in satisfaction as the warm liquid slides over you, then look up adoringly at Xavier.

“How do you feel?” he asks, holding his now spent erection. 

“It was amazing Xavier.” You admit dreamily, then giggle as he leans over you to remove the nipple clamps, feeling them tingle as the circulation returns. 

“Give me a minute, and I’ll put on the grand finale,” he says with enthusiasm, and you can’t help but grin at the promise. “Merry Christmas my little star.”

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

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[bluefootedbooby]

Hey you, I wanted to request jinx x reader, imagine that the reader is Jinx's girlfriend who is wearing a short, low-cut dress just to tease her and in the end Jinx fucks the reader on her bench with the strap?

beautiful.

jinx x f!reader

cw: strap on, squirting, tit play, slapping, tummy bulge

you twirled around in the mirror, smiling looking at the shortly cut dress clinging to your body. The cheeks of your ass poking out.

in the reflection behind you, you catch a sight at Jinx staring at you in awe. you turn around to smile at her.

“like? was planning to wear it out for clubbing.”

“you… in that?! baby you know this club isn’t private!”

“yeah but it’s cute right?”

“it’s hot ask fuck!”

jinx stepped closer feeling the black velvet fabric. “yeah… no, this dress is for my eyes only.”

you giggle, leaning into her touch as she peaks down the low-cut top at your tits just barely concealed.

“no way… nah… all mine.”

her index finger pulls down the velvety fabric causing your breast to expose.

“mmph! jinx!”

she is in awe, her eyes just staring at your tits, braless and exposed. her lips kiss at your chest, licking your sternum and the flesh above your tit. jinx smiles, her eyes looking up to you. “oh this was never meant for the club, huh~?” you cheekily shake your head, rocking on your heels with your hands behind your back. jinx’s fingers trail at your thighs, lifting the fabric.

“no panties! sheeeeesh toots…”

——

jinx had you sitting on her work bench, the dress barely need but still remained on even with your tits out and the bottom of it rolled up to your stomach. jinx, who was between your legs with the tip of her electric blue dildo kissing your sensitive clit, snickered seeing how you jumped and your hole clenched up feeling any sort of touch.

“baby… please…”

you whine out, she was surprised you were eager rather than nervous at her seven inch dildo, especially when you two normally used five. jinx gave your tit a gentle squeeze before slapping it.

“please what? cmon… use that fucking mouth of yours.”

you went to speak before jinx’s lips slammed into you cutting off any thoughts you were having.

“mmph!” you whine out, when she pulls away she holds at your chin.

“c’mon? use your words!” it was starting to get humiliating! everytime you tried to speak she would ram her lips into yours cutting off any thought until you just couldn’t take it.

“fuck me! please! please! fuck! jinx!”

and before you could even prepare you felt maybe three inches ram into your needy cunt as you moaned out. your hands going to her twin braids, giving them a firm yank. fuck you were so stimulated it didn’t take long until you could fit all seven of those lovely inches, jinx’s hips connecting deep into yours as she leaned you against the counter of her workbench. the cold metal stung like hell but it only added to the pleasure as her hand wrapped your neck.

“yeah, atta girl… fuck! swallowing her up…”

jinx rested her palm on the skin above your pussy feeling the bobbing motion of her fake cock.

“oh shit…” it honestly made her stop! feeling herself in you might’ve made her cum then and there. she was silent for a while as she felt the toy going in and out. she withdrew her hand and watched the tiny bulge of it in your abdomen. jinx would go slow, seeing it dance around in your guts before ramming hard and fast! using you like the pretty girl you are. eventually jinx snapped back with her witty remarks.

“ya like that? like me deep inside you? maybe i should get a bigger one!” not that her words registered much to you, only quick nods and ‘uh huh’s escaping your drooling mouth. you felt a playful slap along your cheek.

“hey! respond when i’m talking to ya! before i pull out… and neither of us want that!”

“mmph! yeah… yeah… nine inches.. fuck i could take twelve if you needed me to…. ah..”

jinx slammed deeper, pressing your lower abdomen causing you to whine and moan more. oh she knew you were getting there… especially when the slapping noises turned wetter and looking down between the two of you seeing the mess you were making all over each other as you squirted!

“fuck! y/n, i didn’t know you could do that!! fuck…”

your head lifts to see but she forces it down to look at her instead. “nuh-uh… only look at me. you’re about to cum right? i know you are about to… yeah. cum right now, cmon!” your gut swirled, moaning and whining feeling the toy pressed right on your cervix desperate to get inside you more. your eyes rolled back, jinx’s thumb massaging your sensitive and neglected clit. within a flash you were unraveling right there! squirting out your needy fluid and coating the strap in honey.

jinx pulled out, seeing the long string of your juice connecting you two still. she smiled seeing just how much was inside you!

as you laid against the counter jinx removed the strap before climbing on you and kissing your swollen lips. “you did so good~ and don’t worry about the mess… was really hot. you’ve never done that before?”

“no… ah… never.”

“well, i’m gonna make sure you’re doing it more! it felt good right?”

“yes! duh…”

jinx laugh, kissing your cheek when she had slapped you.

“mmm… i love ya, and this cute dress… sorry you didn’t get to keep it on very long, huh”

you smile, lifting your head to kiss her jaw.

“i love you too.

[sleepy-fiction]

Mercy, Redemption.

skips x reader | shadow lord x reader NSFW - 2.5K

syn: you fucked up. you weren't careful with skip's feelings and a misunderstanding tore you two apart. the distance drives you mad, gets you lonely, gets you pent up for his touch. but you're not the only one who feels that way. infact, the night stalks, waiting for the time to strike- waiting to be in your hot walls again.

tags: hate sex, dubcon, monster-fucking, degrading language, gender-neutral reader, ghost fucking, sado-masochism, bottom reader, not beta read

an: for everyone who didn't mean to mess up ur relationship with skips this is for you.

He hates you.

That's the last thing your love, Skips, the shadow-lord, ever told you.  The last malicious words, he made it stick to you like glue, and he stood on it. So you honored it. You didn't go to see Skips or well, "Omega", just as he wanted. You didn't go to see him not even after the distance killed you on the inside.

You didn't want to lose your humanity, but you couldn't promise to always be around the way he wanted.

It seemed like a fair and easy decision for him, after all, he was stuck in that little void. All alone. For how long?

Nothing was secure, nothing promised to him.

But still. It hurts.

You wanted a compromise, remind him that you can still visit as a human, but the words didn't articulate that way.

You lay awake, the cat clock beside you ticking while the stir of midnight crickets sang their songs from the windows behind you. It was pitch black in the room, dark enough for you to forget your eyes were open every now and again. Your bed was surprisingly cold, the temperature in the room dull. It was an abnormal night, for such an abnormal day. You were spacing out all day while talking to your "housemates", and it was Tyrell who recommended some good sleep to you.

Yet, you couldn't sleep.

You flop over onto your back and kick the covers off you, hating the cold but you like the subtle pain of goosebumps spreading across you. You felt as if you deserved it. Deserved it? No. It was a misunderstanding.

It was only that.

Without thinking, your voice trails off into the night, "Skips." Your whisper sounds so small in the open air. The fondest twinkle of him crosses your mind, it's him calling you that cute nickname. You chuckle out, "Penumbra."

Your hand ran up to your heart. "He called me penumbra... Skips did," you mumble. You're talking to yourself now, you know you need it. "His penumbra... I've never heard that before. It was so unique. So cute."

Your hands run down to your ribcage shivers dancing down your arms. You laugh bittersweet, "He had cute glowy cheeks and sweet hair. Reminded me of those 2000s emo boys... Just my type." Your heart was racing, remembering those pitch eyes that greeted you in the dark. Remembering those shadowy hands that dusted your figure.

You swallow thickly, the cold forcing you to shake. You were too cold.

But for some reason.

Your hands were beginning to slip below.

"And the way he spoke. It was always," Your breath hitches. Your hands stopped by your belly, but you could feel the slow lull and pulse of your sex. You quietly cry out, arching into the air, feeling the sensation fade into nothing.

"Maybe my body is... Still reacting to you, Skips... Still reacting, everywhere you touched," your hands slide up to your lips, pressing your fingers into the flesh. Your arousal was budding into the air, as you grew more turned on by the second.

And you swear you swear you felt your sex stimulated yet again. You buck and moan, lifting your hips off the bed, the sensation of fire spreading in the nerves of your sex sending electric alerts to your brain. Alerts of confusion, of need. And just as it fades, you fall back. You gasp out, gasping as if your soul was taken from you.

What was going on with you?

You stammer, quickly slipping under the covers, shivering, laying flat on your sides with your arms folded. "I can't... If I masturbate to him, right now... Like this... I'll get hooked. I won't stop-- I won't stop thinking about him... I can't change his mind I have to..."

You trail off as you feel that familiar, odd spark, it stroked you again. Stimulating you, making your body burn, making you moan out as you grip the sheets and arch your back. "Mmggf," you try to stifle your moans, but it's no use.

Force, pressure, it generates between your legs, strong enough to no longer be from some phantom memory. It's strong, intense, stimulating you the way someone would rub your sex- with intent, with incision.

You spread your legs willingly, still resting on your left side as you lift your right leg into the air. The sensation of pressure turned into a hand- one with sharp claws, one that scratched the inside of your thighs as it pawed at your shorts.

"F-fuck-- no way," you groan picking your head up from the pillows, staring at the spot between your legs. It was too dark to see anything, but you could hear the rustling of your shorts as you were stroked dutifully. "B-Betty? Ffuck," you groan out, rocking into the hands.

A misty pressure tickles your ear, "Don't call me that."

Shivers rumbles down your spine.

"You know I'm not Betty," it hissed with anger. Anger of being mistaken, but also laced with prior, hidden malice.

You knew the voice.

Just didn't want it to be true.

What this meant.

Hands slide under your shorts, past your underwear, and phase through the fabric. Pressure greets your hole, and you whimper, needy, frustrated tears already beginning to build in your eyes. "Mmh-gy- no way," you moan blissfully.

"Shadows are all around you. Wearing skimpy underwear like this cast a shadow over your, pretty parts," his voice is angry. For every husky breath, you can tell, he's still angry.

It's not about being mistaken for someone.

A finger slips inside you, or at least what feels like a finger, and it lovingly massages your walls. It's hot and warm, and you slip onto your stomach. Despite this, the finger is still squirming inside, spreading you out invasively. "Aahf- fuck me- fuck me," you whine. Your heart is racing, your sex is leaking. You rise upright on your knees, holding onto your bed frame, facing the curtains, arching almost beautifully for your enemy.

The little finger grows larger, wider, and longer, stretching you out profoundly, taking shape to have a juicy thick head and a handsome girth. You know what this is- whose this belongs to. It's Skip's cock, manifesting in the shadows that hide your walls. Your head is growing heavy, perked ass locked into a trained, needy position. "S-Skips-- baby," you groan.

Hands manifest on your hips-- actual real hands with no doubts about it. The bed creaks beneath you, as a weight joins you by your legs. It's his legs, and with a rumble, you know he's dropped his vengeful ghost act and is truly behind you. Despite all of his manifesting, his hips aren't. They are touching your ass, they are behind you burying his cock into you.

And as you buck back, you don't feel the cushion of his body, but the air. Anger, and frustration, take you in one fell swoop. "Dammit Skips, stop playing with me," you curse. You pull down your shorts aggressively, and luckily, he manifests fully, his hips touching your ass, his cock growing hot, warm- alive. You moan out blissfully, "Yess... yes baby..."

He hisses, and this time his real voice growls out, "I don't ever remember giving you permission to call me that." He says it, but his human fleshy hands are on you, he says that but it's his human voice that reigns behind you. He skips right now, yet he scolds you.

But you're not allowed to speak, as he finally begins to thirst inside you. Your sex squelches and sings out, his thrusts are paced slowly, pushing himself all the way in, loving the way your ass hits his hips and how he fights to pull himself out when he's already so deep. When your walls don't want him to leave.

"Mmff, s'good," Skips moans out.

You mumble out between moans, "You--ff you nnh still m-aad?"

"Of course I am-- you betrayed me-- y-you made your choice," he grunts. He picks up speed, holding your hips as if they were a vice.

"F-forgive me, baby, forgive me," you stammer out.

He moans sharply, sliding hands around your chest and pulling you in close. Your back meets his chest, it's warm, making your heart flutter. He thrusts slowly again as if he's savoring the moment. "What are you looking at," he hisses, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him.

You can make out his features now, he's close, and he hungrily takes your lips. His hands run down and back over your body, touching and groping everything, leaving no stone unturned as he fucks you all slowly.

"S-Shadowlordd," you mewl, shaking in fervent possession.

He pants, eyebrows pinching in frustration. "I also-- ffuck-- never told you to call me that eiither," he grunts. "F-fuck-- fuck you're so hot inside. You're so warm. You're squeezing me so good, pn-- hhmn... Shit."

You squeeze around his pulsating cock.

He gasps sharply. And in a second, hot seed spills inside you. His breath hitches, head leaning desperately against yours as he shoots his loads inside. They spray your walls so lovely, making you stickier, and wetter. He buries himself almost balls deep to deliver his seed, and if he weren't a shadow, you'd think he was trying to breed you.

You laugh, "You can't seem to make up your-- mind Skips. You don't do anything... Nothing but you want it... Nothing except I m-make you feel like you're in heaven... You came so quick... You pent-up?"

He melts into your neck, kissing and sucking the skin. His right hand slides up to barrage your nipple, and his left crawls down, playing with your sex.

"Penumbra," he groans.

Your heart flutters.

"Gonna m-make you cum now, my-- penumbra," he swallows as if he's drooling, his voice turning vulnerable and needy. As if he needs you to cum right now, begging for it with every voice crack. He thrusts again, fucking you like he's making love, all while sucking and kissing your neck.

You jerk and call out, your voice vibrating against walls, stealing the space. You're so loud you don't even know what to do with yourself. Loud as you choke on Skip's name, in harmonic wanton with the sloppy sounds of his cock feeding you. Wanton to the smack off his hips bouncing off your ass, as if his skin and strong bones were giving you a kiss.

And how he played with your sex as if he were mad, fervent, mad, and greedy. Greedy for someone who hated you.

"C-cuh-cumming," you somehow manage out a word.

"Cum- cum- cuum. Cuum penumbra," he's sucking and kissing your earlobe, fucking you stronger, harsher, sloppier with all disregard. He was going to cum again, his voice spiked high.

Your orgasm hit your body like a train, how he forced it out of you with nimble thrusts, milked it out long and tuff with selfish grunts, only to spill hot, fiery seed into you once more. Having it glutinously pour out of you, spilling and dribbling down his heavy balls.

There's no time for anything, as he steals your lips, sucking your tongue, tasting and sculpting your mouth with his own. You break part with a pant, "Souh- needy--" but your words don't matter, as he crashes lips onto you again,　possessive hands locked in place around your body.

He breaks the steamy, needy kiss. He sits back on his ass, holding your hips down on his cock. He groans in your ear, "Ride me like you want it."

A switch flips in you. You're riding him, fucking down onto him at an intense pace. Out the gate you fucking him wild, loving how your body tingled in overstimulation, how together- you made the cold, dull room hot, sweaty- wild. Chasing the feeling of your brain melting away, living for the loud, reassuring moans that drown out Skip's body. Too bad for any objects who wanted good sleep tonight.

You were fucked out of your mind, holding in his cum like a factory, as every thrust felt like a sharp firework until your premature, overstimulation orgasm.

You twitch on his body, falling back against his chest as your toes curl, and drool dribbling out your mouth with a mewl. The lewd face, the sound, you force him into his final orgasm, hearing him grunt out like an animal, draining his balls of all they had.

You sat like that, groaning and grunting at each other, gripping and holding each other, panting, kissing.

"Wanna breed you-- Wanna make you all mine. You're not going away-- y'not leaving me, penumbra. My penumbra," his hands slap your thighs, as you grind down on the warm rod that connected your souls.

"I'm not going anywhere. I don't ever wanna. I'm never leavin'," you mewl.

"But you will. You will in the morning," his chin is against your ear, his lips against your hair.

"And I'll come right back. We'll figure it out together. Only if you trust me, you help me," you butter out. "I love you... Give us another chance?"

He fidgets, he can't resist.

"Alright... Enjoy my mercy. Savor the redemption," he whispers into your ears, seductively holding every letter. He kisses you there hotly, hands finding their way to swirling your nipples.

You ask, "M-more?" He slots in place in front of you.

He laughs, "We have all night."

[fear-is-truth]

❝ 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑰𝒕 𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒕 .ᐣ ❞

── tate langdon x virgin!fem! reader

TAGS: sexual content, mdni・virgin!fem!reader・loss of virginity・ unprotected sex・ vāginal fingering・ english is not my first language・not proofread ・2.2k words

note: this is highly requested so here goes… please excuse the poor writing, thank you.

“No need to be so nervous, I’ll take care of you. Promise.” Tate gave you that cocky, boyish smirk before nuzzling his nose against yours. He was kissing you again before you could think of a sassy comeback, rolling you to lay on your back. You succumbed to the warm, throbbing sensation in your lower gut that had ignited the second his hands tugged at the hem of your skirt. Long, agile fingers traced the planes of your abdomen and delicate hipbones as you were exposed, the garment discarded to the floor. You tilted your head back against the pillow when he moved his attention to your collarbone, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he started kissing and sucking at your pulse point.

His palm was warm when it made contact with the underside of your breast, gently squeezing. You jumped a little at the sudden contact and Tate withdrew his hand as if he was scalded, eyes darting up to look at your face.

“…You okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your lower lip, feeling your face heat up. Your chest felt tight, excitement and nervousness swirling together.

“Yeah, ‘m okay,”

“You sure?”

His gaze softened as he reached up to gently press his thumb against your lip, pulling it free from your teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he murmured, his voice low but gentle, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

You swallowed hard, your nerves still bubbling up, but there was something about the way he was looking at you—like he wasn’t in any rush, like he wanted to make sure you were comfortable before anything else.

“I just wasn’t expecting it,” you admitted, fingers fidgeting slightly in your lap.

He gave you a soft, understanding nod, his thumb still lightly brushing your bottom lip.

“Alright, tell me if I do something that… doesn’t feel right, m’kay? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this—you did. But the nervous energy still buzzed beneath your skin, and he was perceptive enough to notice it without you having to say anything. His hand found yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Okay.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed as Tate’s lips returned to the hollow of your clavicle, his breath warm and soft against your skin. You could feel his soft blonde curls brushing against your cheek, the sensation comforting and electric at the same time. Each tentative kiss he placed there sent a ripple of desire through your loins like molten honey, the nerves from before slowly melting into something warmer, softer.

His hand returned to cup your breast, but this time the touch was lighter, his fingers barely ghosting over your skin as if silently asking for permission. You swallowed as Tate gently rolled your stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger, giving enough stimulation without hurting you. Pleasant warmth tingled down your spine, and a soft sigh escaped you.

This felt nice.

Tate pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips curving into a soft smile when he saw that you were more at ease.

“Does it feel good?” he murmured earnestly, the words barely filling the space between you. You nodded, cheeks still flushed but for a different reason now. There was no denying it now, your panties were embarrassingly damp.

“Good,”

His lips pressed against the underside of your jaw, when his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along your jugular, your pulse fluttered wildly beneath his touch. Tate carried on with his administrations for a while, massaging your breast with his palm and occasionally running his thumb across your nipple. The sensations that he evoked was almost overwhelming, and without thinking, your hand reached out, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets to steady yourself. Warm breath ghosting over the skin of your other breast, he moved closer to his destination, leaving goosebumps and hickeys in their wake.

You gasped when his lips brushed against your nipple, hot tongue circling the areola and causing your abdominal muscles to tighten. Warmth spread through your body like a wildfire, and you found yourself arching your back and grinding against his palm for more friction. His hand slid down to curl around your waist, gently tugging at the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to remove the last article of clothing.

With a shuddering intake of breath, you fought the urge to cover up your body. This isn’t just anyone. This was Tate, and he loved you as much as you loved him. You trusted him, and he had promised to take good care of you.

You raised a hand to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his soft, golden curls as his chin rested on your shoulder. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours, grounding you in the moment.

��Can I– can I touch you?”

Tate pulled back slightly, just enough for his eyes to meet yours, those dark brown eyes shining with earnest concern. Brows furrowed as he searched your face, trying to read you.

“Yes,”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your fingers tightening in his hair as he traced his fingers along the inside of your thigh before tugging at your knees, having you plant the bottom of your feet on the mattress, on either side of his hips. By the time his fingertips explored the junction of your thighs, liquid desire was dripping down from the centre of your chest, pooling in your abdomen and spreading down to your loins.

“Fuck… you’re so wet,”

He muttered lowly when he spread open your folds with your fingers. Instinctively, you clenched your thighs around his waist as he gathered your slickness, circling around your aching core before slowly pushing a finger into you. A strangled gasp escaped you when he curled his finger, the sensitive bundle of nerves set alight by his touch. Panting and whimpering, you clawed at his shoulder when you felt Tate insert another finger, the pad of his thumb stroking you in a soothing rhythm as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of you.

It wasn’t long before you felt your entire body tense up, the pressure he had been coaxing from you having finally reached its crest. The tight coil in your lower belly snapped — segueing into white hot bursts of pleasure that was blinding in its own intensity. Walls still fluttering around his fingers, you trembled with the force of your orgasm, a kittenish mewl bubbling deep from your throat.

And suddenly Tate was gone. Your eyes snapped open blearily to protest, but the whimper died down when you saw your boyfriend hunched over in concentration, fingers working frantically; the noticeable bulge of his arousal straining through the denim as he yanked down his jeans and boxers, his erection springing free and touching his belly. He grasped his cock in his hand, giving it a few harsh pumps. The entire time his gaze was locked on you, revelling in the way you stared at him. You have never seen a real penis before.

He returned to his position onto the mattress and between your legs. Upon feeling his hardness pressing against your hip, your body tensed in anticipation and your breathing quickened almost instantly as Tate guided his cock towards your entrance.

How was that even supposed to fit?

“Are you ready? I mean it’s okay if–”

His gaze flickered down to your warm, weeping hole, waiting and ready just for him. He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, trying to stop himself from shoving himself inside you right then and there.

“Y-yess. Oh please, yes.”

Smiling at your eager answer, he shifted a bit, angling himself as he pushed the tip into you, and you winced at the sudden intrusion. There was no excruciating pain like you’d imagined — just a burning sensation from stretching unconditioned muscles. Sensing your reaction, Tate paused, breathing heavily.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your legs around his waist and relaxed your muscles, allowing your body to sink back onto the sheets. Tate resumed his movements, carefully sliding deeper inside you. Each delicious, agonising inch stretched you in a way that could only be described as glorious, you could feel every ridge and vein that mapped the surface of his length rub against your walls. Taking your fingers through his hair, you felt him shudder, his cock throbbing and hardening inside you which caused the embers of warmth in your gut to reignite.

“Oh my… mghm please, T-Tate..”

You whimpered into his ear, who prompted a low moan from him. An arm wrapped securely around your waist as his hips withdrew before pressing back inside; you spread your legs wider for him and he groaned. The pace he’d established was slow, but steady. Heat washed over you in waves every time he moved, trailing hot kisses along your neck. Every slow pass of his tongue against your skin made your chest tighten with a mixture of nerves and excitement — he moved with a perfect balance of sweetness and intent, never too much, but just enough to leave you breathless and aching for more.

You mewled softly as his hips jerked a bit harder, the movement sending a ripple of sensation through your body. Tate leaned down, capturing your lips in his. His hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing gently along your cheek as he guided you into the kiss. The other hand found yours, fingers lacing together in a firm but gentle hold, anchoring you. Arching your back, you tilted your hips to meet his thrusts and was immediately rewarded when he brushed against a specific spot inside you that made you cry into his mouth. Tearing away, you panted out his name, your sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.

“P-please,” you begged, the ability to string together a coherent sentence lost.

“…Please Tate,”

“Yeah?” He nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours. “What do you need baby?”

“Need you to… to…”

He withdrew the arm that was holding your waist and shifted his weight on his elbows before sliding the hand between you, pressing the pad of his thumb gently against your clit.

“Like this?”

A stretched whine escaped from your lips into the space between you, and you dug the heels of your feet into his backside, anchoring him to bury himself deeper into you, helping him breach that magical spot once more. Fingernails scrabbling frantically across his shoulders, down to his chest.

Tate grunted, face scrunching up in pleasure and restraint. His hips stuttered, his thrusts growing increasingly sloppier but the rhythm of his thumb remained steadfast — you felt him twitch within the confines of your plushy walls, and with a muffled whimper against your shoulder, he spilled into you, warmth spreading through your womb like a wildfire. Your thighs quivered and your eyes screwed shut, fingers digging crescent indents into his skin as white-hot pleasure consumed over you once again, your cunt convulsing around him.

After you’ve came down from your high, which was a sticky, sweaty but satisfying mess, you untangled your legs from his waist to rest on the mattress, fingers tangling into his hair. Tate raised his head to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You alright?”

Basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you simply hummed in affirmation, nosing at his cheek with a tired smile. He pulled out carefully before collapsing beside to, reaching over to lazily tug you into his arms. You snuggled against his chest, the sore ache between your legs only registering when you moved.

Tate’s breath was warm against your shoulder as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his voice a soft murmur, laced with concern.

“Did it hurt?” his tone hesitant, almost fragile. “I’ve heard that the first time usually does.”

You could feel his heartbeat, fast and anxious, the tenderness in his voice making your own chest tighten. His fingers brushed softly along your arm, as though he was trying to soothe you without knowing whether you needed it. You gently exhaled, your hand still resting at the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the curls that had fallen there.

“No,” you whispered, your voice steady but soft. “It didn’t hurt. It was just… intense, but not in a bad way. Not the hurting kind.”

Tate lifted his head, brown eyes meeting yours, relief visibly softening the furrow of his brow. He searched your face, still wanting to make sure, still holding onto a hint of concern. His thumb grazed your cheek, and his gaze softened even more, his lips parting slightly as he seemed to drink in your every word.

“You sure? I didn’t want to—”

You shook your head gently, cutting him off with a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure, Tate. It was perfect… you were perfect.”

He exhaled deeply, as if he’d been holding his breath, and his whole body seemed to relax. He pressed his forehead to yours, his fingers lacing with yours once again, holding on as if to remind you that he was still there, still gentle, still yours.

“Okay,” he whispered, the word barely more than a breath. His thumb caressed your cheek once more before his lips found yours again, softer this time.

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[futilemillipede]

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 × 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 • 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝟏𝟖+ ☆

[cw: smut, one shot, dubcon, fem!reader, husband!nanami, pwp, fluff, sub!nanami, dom!reader, light bdsm, oral/bj, whimpering/desperate nanami, edging, overstimulation.]

"Love, please..." Nanami pleaded through gritted teeth, his eyes were heavy-lidded and his usually stoic, patient yet no-nonsense façade was replaced with a lustful, desperate look. He was completely bare, his wrists bounded over his head with his own tie as he laid on the silk sheets of your shared king-sized bed. Nanami's eyes were locked on the sleek vibrator inching closer and closer to his throbbing cock, each muscle in his body tense and eagerly anticipating for what he needed. God, it has been over an hour since you've begun this sick game of teasing him. And for what?, just because he hasn't been spending as much time with you due to his overworking tendencies? Damn right.

"Love, I'm so-" His words died on his tongue when he felt your faux disappointed gaze on him. Nanami's face was flushed and the usually neatly combed back blond locks were mussed up, a few strands sticking to his forehead, a testament to his pent-up, desperate situation. He swallowed thickly, the Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tried to articulate his thoughts, but it was damn near impossible with his current predicament and the sight of you in your sheer black babydoll nightgown, looking down at him with slightly furrowed brows and a pout on your lips... If he wasn't aching for a release and tied up by you, he would've pulled you down to a reassuring embrace and kissed you all over, whispering heartfelt 'I love you's' and sincere apologies until you forgave him.

"Kento," The sternness of your voice jolted him out of his little fantasy, his glossy, hazel eyes meeting yours. His breaths came out in short puffs, his chest rising with each ragged breath. "Y-yes, love?" He murmured, his voice huskier than usual.

'He's so deliciously cute when he was a needy mess just for me..' You thought to yourself before continuing, keeping up your disappointed exterior. "I told you to stop overworking yourself, didn't I?" You inched the vibrator closer to his aching cock, the pink tip slick with beads of clear precum. His thick cock twitched in anticipation, Nanami's eyes flickered to your hand, he clenched his teeth tightly to the point where he thought he might chip a tooth. "Y-yes, ma'am." He replied in a somewhat sheepish manner, he averted his gaze but his eyes kept trailing back to you and your body like a moth to a flame.

"But you never listen." You scolded, gently brushing the vibrator against the tip of his cock, the featherlight touch sending a wave of electric shocks through every damn vein in his body. A sharp gasp left his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as Nanami's hips instinctively jerked forward, wanting, no, needing more stimulation. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your soft lips, amused by the sight of your calm and collected husband unravel right in front of you with a simple touch.

But you couldn't get too ahead of yourself, you still had to teach him a lesson first.

Nanami's body flexed under your teasing, the muscles tensing and rippling while you continued your lecture, "I've told you SO many times, Ken! You can't just keep working yourself to the bone. You barely eat, sleep or even take a break!" Little did you know your words fell onto deaf ears. Your poor husband was too busy trying not to climax with each brush of the vibrator you were teasing him with to even care about your little speech about him being a textbook workaholic. Your voice grew more annoyed as you continued, each word harsh but an underlying hint of genuine concern and affection behind it. Despite your... strange way of instilling your concern about your husband's work habits, Nanami couldn't help but find it endearing. (And thrilling, to be completely honest.)

"And don't get me started on all the unnecessary overtime-" The sentence came to a halt when you realised that your husband wasn't even paying attention, his mind battling the urge to just cum already or at least pretend to be interested in your lecture. Your eyes narrowed in frustration, taken back by his audacity to not pay attention despite the lewd circumstance he was in. "Are you even listening?" You asked, running the vibrator up and down his shaft in a torturously slow pace. Nanami let out a sound which was a mix between a strangled gasp and a moan, his cock leaking even more as the precum dribbled down his veiny shaft, coating his twitching length in a thin, shiny slickness.

"I... I am." He lied through gritted teeth, his hands were curled up in a tight fist, knuckles turning white from restraining himself from tearing off the tie from his wrists and lunging at you so that he can finally experience that tight, wet cunt he has been dying to feel the whole day. It wasn't fair, in his opinion. He took another deep, shuddering breath and continued, his voice low and slightly whiny. "Love, please just-"

Another tauntingly slow pressure of the vibrator against his cock threw Nanami off once again. You stimulated his pink tip with the vibe, watching in amusement and awe as he twitched and moaned. The sound of his needy moans and whimpers were music to your ears. "Please what? Use your words, Ken." You cooed, suddenly taking the vibrator away and stopping any stimulation Nanami was enjoying. You were not going to let him cum without hearing what you wanted from him.

A small, almost unnoticeable whine escaped your husband's lips. The sound so foreign that it startled both you and him. Nanami bashfully cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing deeper. "P-please touch me... I promise I won't overwork myself. I'll take care of myself a-ad I'll be home with you more." His words were soft, wanton yet sincere, effortlessly easing any doubts you had in the back of your mind. Your eyes softened, the pout on your lips curving into a relieved smile.

"Mhm, good boy." You purred, the seductive edge of your voice making Nanami groan in embarrassment and arousal. He muttered something about 'I'm a grown man, not a boy.' but the bashful smile on his lips made it difficult to take his complaints seriously. You giggled at his whining, your gaze trailing over his nude body. God, he was a sight to behold - every single muscle so perfect and toned that it looked like it was carved out of marble, his body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, highlighting every curve, dip, vein and amplifying the lean build, the messy blonde hair and his slightly darker happy trail that adorned his lower abdomen. Without much thought, you brushed your fingers over his fat tip, your fingers smearing his precum further down his cock. Nanami swore you were trying to kill him at this point, but all he could do was watch while you toyed with him.

You lifted your finger, placing it in your mouth and licking off the cum while maintaining eye contact. Nanami's eyes widened slightly, his desire only growing with each passing second feeling like an eternity. Catching onto his reaction, you flashed an innocent smile at him but your actions said otherwise.

"You promise not to push yourself too hard, hm?" You asked, your voice sickeningly sweet and innocent as you climbed onto the bed, the mattress slightly dipping with your weight while you settled between his legs, your lips mere inches away from his cock. Nanami nodded profusely at your question, his mind not even registering your words the moment you moved closer to him. He mumbled a string of 'yes's, each words coming out in a more incomprehensible manner than the last.

You smirked at his response, pleased with the display he was putting on. "Good job, Ken~" With that taunt, you began planting several kisses on Nanami's cock, the precum glossing your lips as you moved down to kiss his shaft and lick his heavy, cum-filled balls. Nanami was in complete utter bliss as you teased him with soft kisses. Before he could muster up another word, you pushed his throbbing thickness slowly down your throat. The wetness and warmth of your mouth, the way your tongue moved under his shaft, licking and tracing the veins; all of it was outright divine.

Even though he was undeniably big, you had no issue taking him in your mouth as long as it meant that he'd stick to his promise. His low moans and the sound of your wet mouth sucking him off filled the atmosphere, creating an erotic symphony. Drool dripped down your chin from the corner of your mouth as you pushed his cock further down your throat, tears brimming in your eyes and threatening to spill from adjusting to his size. Meanwhile Nanami was completely fucked out of it, his breathing was shallow and ragged, he was flushed and disheveled. The only indicator of him being present in the moment was the way his hips bucked upwards to your mouth and the sweet moans eliciting from his lips.

"F-fuck, honey... 'm almost there." Nanami groaned out, his head falling back onto the pillows as he closed his eyes shut, his hands gripping onto the thin fabric of the tie binding his wrists in a futile attempt to last a little bit longer.

"Mmngh~" The sound left your lips as a way of reassurance, to remind him that you would give him the release he was craving for. Your mouth and tongue worked faster, licking, sucking and twisting your head slightly as you bobbed your head up and down, driving him closer to the edge. "L-love, I... Mmnf~" He couldn't even finish his sentence and he bucked his hips deep inside your throat, spilling his thick, warm cum down. Although his release came sooner than you expected, you didn't complain as you swallowed his thick ropes of cum, licking it off the base of his shaft and wiping your lips with your tongue to make sure that not a single drop went to waste like the good little wife you were. As you pulled him out of your mouth and relished the slight salty taste of his cum, he was laying on the bed, utterly boneless and spent. His chest rose with his labored breathing, his body pleasantly numb and exhausted.

"You... you're going to kill me one of these days, love." Nanami chuckled lightly, the sound hoarse and lighthearted as he stared up at the ceiling in his lovestruck, dazed state. You could only roll your eyes and chuckle at his words knowing that he wasn't far off. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. This could've been avoided if you listened to me in the first place." You grumbled as you undid the makeshift restraint on Nanami's wrists, gently massaging the sore muscles.

Nanami raised an eyebrow at your words, seemingly entertained by your sassy retort, a tired smirk gracing his lips. "Guess I'll ignore your little lectures if it means getting this in return..." He mused, his gaze fixed on you while you silently fussed over the faint redness on his wrists and carefully watching as you gave a half-hearted glare at his cheeky comment. But part of you couldn't deny the heat already pooling down in your lower stomach at the thought of disciplining and edging your lovely husband for his 'mistakes'.

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[A/N: AAAA MY 3RD FIC :3 this one took a couple of minutes longer than usual since its (currently) my longest smut fic yet >:3 i need whimpering, overstimulated nanami... ily guys for reading all of the shit i write i never rlly thought anyone would <3]

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[fandomobbsessedb]

Imagine~ Giving you a few hits

All the ways Thanos might give you a share of his drugs.

Warnings: Cuss Words, Drugs, Alcohol, Manhandling, Descriptions of Sex, Nudity

This is even if he lets you, of course he’s willing to share once you prove to him your not a baby to it, and then sometimes he makes you take it because “I’m on fucking fire baby you gotta have some.”

If Your Taking

With his tongue

If he has pills, the only way your getting one is if he kisses it into your mouth. You’ll be apprehensive because your not a good dry swallower but he don’t listen to any of that shit. He grabs you by the jaw and splits your lips apart with his own mouth, you accept as you feel the hard little piece weasel its way into your mouth. He makes sure to try and get his own tongue in there to try and lube it up some more with extra saliva before he’s grabbing you by the neck and tipping your head backwards so that your forced to swallow.

His Mouth.

If he’s smoking something and you want a hit you’ll only stand shotgunning him for so long. It didn’t have as much as of an impact sooo be ready for him to hold the bong or blunt or pipe or whatever for you while you took your own hit. Of course then he sees it as a competition and either tries to hold it as long as you where or taking it in longer. Or he’ll take a different substance like hallucinogens to your weed or whatever and make you guys shotgun eachother mixing the drugs in a way that you don’t even know if it worked buuuuut your high as a kite now.

Off His Dick.

He’ll pull your head away from your current task of sucking him down like a lollipop, and place a thin line of…. You don’t even wanna know what… before he’s angling your nose to it commanding you to inhale. With only a little hesitation you inhale, the scent of his arousal mixing with the electric shock your both feeling right now hitting you like a monster truck. He pushed you back onto him to get some of that shit up in your gums so that when he kisses you again he can lick your mouth clean. He’s so grabby.

His Pelvis

He’s delicately pouring some tequila across his V line while you have to sit and wait like a damn dog. The second he puts it down your tongue unfurls from your mouth and drags across his slightly prickly but mostly smooth skin, feeling the burn of the alcohol already matching the burning fire in your insides. So essentially body shots but him seeing you lick off his V gives him a boner so hard you feel like you just got punched in the throat when it hits your neck.

If He’s Taking

Across Your Chest.

He’ll tap a broken line just under your collar bone right above your nipples while his tongue licked you clean of whatever he was doing before. He squeezes you in tight, feeling like you muffled out the rest of the club, the music the overwhelming smell of alcohol, the pushy people, all of it. He shoves his face down and snorts like the pig he is. Feeling your soft supple skin beneath it just boosts his high even more as he lays back crashing out. Suddenly going from over-stimulated to feeling like jello.

He looks like a godamn mess. From your spot on his lap you look down at his thrown back head, his tangled and spiky hair, and that itty bitty trickle of blood coming from his nose. He smiles crookedly trailing his thumbs across your hips, the bags under his vibrant eyes prominent in contrast to the party going on around you. His shirts undone and his belt is loose. Oh he looks like Oscar the grouch, but he’s your grouch.

On your lower back

Ugggggh don’t even get me started on how good he feels when he’s pounding into you from behind. He’s got you pushed down against the bed with your ass as high in the air as he can get it. He could feel every inch of his skin inside and outside of you. This full body buzz turning him into a fucking jackhammer. He’s hitting that sensitive spot deep inside of you when he bends himself over your ass having to pull out just a bit. The tickle of the baggie being dragged across your back has you squirming but he slaps at your ass before you can shake all his dust away. With a deep inhale he lets out a feral groan and goes right back inside, feeling like he was on the cloud nine of cloud nine’s. Hope you did some yoga beforehand because you’re not moving so long as that baggie is still full. The fuller you get the emptier the bag becomes.

Out of your belly button

Salt, lime, shot. Or is it Lime,Salt, Shot? Eh doesn’t matter, he’s getting the lime and salt from somewhere but then taking the shot out of your belly button and good god when you first met, he promised he knew how to use his tounge, did he fucking mean it ever. So what if it was sloppy, it was hot. At one point he makes you exhale so that your chest sits so low it forms just a small dip in your skin where he can pour some more. Just for it to drip down your sides giving him an excuse to lick more of your perfect skin.

Your Teeth

If he has a blunt or a cigarette and needs both hands to do something, you become his designated try. He puts it in between your teeth while he does what he needs to real quick. Sometimes he makes you come to the bathroom so he can go pee, then as soon as he’s done tapping it off, he’ll take it back with his unwashed hands. You’ll shove him away in disgust and in return all he does is roll his eyes before placing a drop of soap and like three drops of water on his hands. Pawing at your shirt he’ll use that as his towel and put his arms back around your shoulders on your way back to the crowd.

[anantaru]

DAY 5 — APHRODISIACS

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — sampo, jing yuan

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, aphrodisiacs, lots of teasing, big men being sweet and content with you, fingering, handjob, very sweaty but cute

𖧡 — SAMPO

sampo finds himself entranced by the beauty of your eyes, and you can see it in the light of his mannerism when he, well— when his face starts glistening red, a kind of blushing that shows the real intentions of a human, a sort of compliment to the eyes and the delicate sweetness within his facial expression was like a chain reaction setting your blood on fire.

if only those particular emotions haven't been enhanced by the stimulant you swallowed together just a second ago.

sampo sighs across your cheeks while you're fondling around with the belt of his pants, his own grip on you dissolving of strength; he was either growing tired, which was unlikely, or the love potion was already in effect. you're for certain when you reach inside his pants to feel his erection throb on your palm, the twitch of his cock signaling you that sampo was on the verge of it, already— his girth hard and the slit glinting of his pre while you're stroking up and down the skin in slow thrusts.

"isn't that fun, baby?" you coo at him, closing your eyes before mouthing a wet spot on his neck, listening to sampo attempting to stabilize his breathing, yet how was he able to achieve that when you're rounding your hand around his erection in an unforgiving pace, desperately pressing closer into your hand until you're discerning an echo of small, hasty "please, please... more."

but, what you didn't know was that the usual confident and flashy man wouldn't let you take control of him that easily, and he tips a hand over to your thighs right after, while your legs— and that wasn't surprising to him at all, rubbed together for the life of them, thrusting up into nothing but air while you're fisting his cock to make him cum, almost tipping him over the edge of a tasteful climax when it was you who was suffering from not being touched and pleased.

but sampo, your sweet boyfriend, he has got you, okay? and his hand slips off your body before finding your wet core, in particular wrapping inside the hem of your pants before slipping his hand down, his mouth flooding with saliva at the trace of your liquids gushing on his digits. you're leaning back now, your hand working and becoming faster while one digit prods at your soaked slit, circling around your hole before letting himself naturally be engulfed into you.

by now, you're leaning your entire weight against sampo's broad chest, becoming tired and your poor head, it feels heavy on your shoulders when you're moving around, his sweet gaze lingering on your trembling skin that it hits him low in the gut, your pussy was so wet and easily effected by his fingers pressing into your sweet spots, quickly slipping another in to feel how you're stretching, becoming tighter and gushing of your slick.

there was nothing else to say, you're only whining, blindsided by the finely tuned electric shuffles on your core, clearly ignoring the side effects of the aphrodisiac wrecking havoc inside your frame as you slobber all around his digits, a direct similarity to the tightness of your own grip on his aching cock.

𖧡 — JING YUAN

oh, what a way with words jing yuan possessed;

the lightheadedness is only temporarily, i promise. and with a great sense of security embedded on his words, the man mutters and assures your bottled up worries before you're nodding your head all eager, quite willing to try out the love potion in his hand.

the general made a noise of satisfaction before placing the stimulant on top of your tongue, he's so excited he feels like he's about to jump out of his boots, groaning with anticipated pleasure when you close your mouth right after to swallow it down, all obedient for him, fluttering your lashes shyly— if only you knew that those reactions had his heart rushing under his ribcage, it was so sickly sweet of you, he could honestly just pepper you with kisses for eternity.

"how do you feel?" jing yuan murmurs against your parted lips craving for air, truly he was enraptured by your delicate movements, his thumb pressing just over your chin, forcing you to gaze up at him.

"i feel good, a little hot though." and you wrap your arms around his neck for stability before you feel how one of his hands snake down your body— your stomach to be more precise, as jing yuan quietly wiggles his hand in between your panties.

those mewls, your obscene sounding winces, he could drink in all your noises like a fine, old wine and be pleased by the feeling of becoming tipsy right afterwards, smirking all heavenly when you're pulling him closer before he ghosts his first digit over your slit, tapping on it— once, twice, just one more time to make it leak from the attention.

he can remember how you're always whining about how his cock was too big for you and that the scorching stretch on your hole was almost more pain than pleasure, yet he remembers to prep you before giving you the real deal, splitting your pussy when he leans in to go straight to your mouth, catching your lower lip in between his teeth before suckling on it.

at the second, once he adds another finger, you wince at the little burn in your core and jing yuan cannot help himself but groan into your mouth, the deep, rumbling tone vibrating across your body, leaving you no other choice but to lean forward and thaw yourself into his frame, humping his fingers almost as if in heat, your lips thrumming to catch up on air with your pussy prickling at his touch, the materials of your panties almost sheer from sweat when he realizes just how wetter you were tonight.

jing yuan pauses his hand to think for a moment, and you whine out weakly at the loss of his movements once he realizes that you might be able to take his dripping cock a little earlier tonight.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

A/N: Small piece of filth, hope you enjoy ❤️

“Driving me crazy. Don’t know why you do that.” Another bit of babbling you-speak, poured out in waves, interwoven through your whines and moans, Steve notes. Or rather, tries to, given the predicament of being on his back as you use him to your satisfaction.

You’d stared him down like he was prey for the last several months, always shaking your head, clicking your pen until it broke. Then there were the signs that made Steve realize, with a lopsided smirk (that only made it worse), that you weren’t in fact mad at him, not in a serious way anyways. Your hitch in breath every inch closer that he came to you, the way you melted into him if he just brushed by you, or how your legs would tighten, feet would bounce, to the way that you’d chew on your fingertip when he was bent over putting stock out and he knew exactly what you were looking at. When he talked about dates or flirted with girls that came in, you’d roll your eyes and be obnoxious in the background to sabotage unknowingly, but he found it endearing. And when he bought himself his new diamond chain to go with his mustard colored shirt for the fancy dinner in Indianapolis the older kids had all gone to, your public exasperation is partially what led to the moment.

It wasn’t until the following Monday that it exploded in full. Steve was at work on your shift, you were dealing with a sore wrist after his ensemble at Saturday’s excursion. And the stupid bastard had the nerve to wear that blinged out piece of jewelry beneath his button up, all black polo. You slammed a stack of video tapes down and had blew out a rough breath, working your way around the counter to ask Steve ‘what the fuck his problem was?’ And in truth, he’d worn the chain again just to gauge your reaction, before making his move. Sure, you’d been close friends all up in emotional arms for years, but the sexual tension was more alive than ever and could no longer be ignored.

With one hand on his waist, the other propped on the counter, he grinned lazily at you, fresh highlights looking perfect with his grown out tresses under the cheap lighting, jeans tight on his toned legs and perfect ass.

“Oh my god, Steve! You’re just… You’re —“

“I’m what?” He’d said, folding his arms to accentuate his biceps.

Your jaw had dropped rather comically and Steve is pretty sure you whimpered in defeat. You were caught.

“You know what you are, shithead. And I can’t take this shit anymore, it’s too much!” You’d gotten closer, talking with your hands. How Steve loves your hands. And you gave pause, brows pinched. “Wait, is that new cologne?”

Steve had pulled his shirt out to bare thicker chest hair, shrugging. “No, same ol’ stuff.”

“Can you stop, please?” You had sounded completely out of it, your pupils blown, leaving your beautiful eye color a thin ring, nearly transparent to the aroused abyss he’d created.

“Tell me what I’m doing, honey. Can’t stop if I don’t know…” Steve reached out with a finger, his confidence having greatly improved the last year within your friendship, and he traced down your cheek.

“Oh, shit.” Was all you could come up with.

With his thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth, massive hand cradling your jaw, he’d unraveled the knot with, “It’s okay if you say you want me, baby. Because I want you, too.”

~*~

Your hand looks small in comparison to his large girth, shining with what you’d slicked him up in, your babbling from before, slowly fading. His mossy orbs have shattered, their shards prickling you in an electrical stimulation, on you everywhere. His massive hands pinch your plush waist, every tendon visible on his jugular, his throat contracting around a harsh swallow as your fist around his base meets your body - seating him fully inside you. It hurts so bad that you welcome him to see the tears, see the glistening mess of your cunt spread open around his cock, cream bubbling in his base and smeared across his happy trail. You’ve never felt this before, this power, this safety, this want, this love.

Steve tosses his head back as your hips give an experimental rise and fall, sweat soaked backs of your knees feeling the pressure. He’s inside of you so deeply that you can barely move, his length dragging, pushing against every inch of your walls. You’re overcome in the moment and grab his big paws, curling his thick digits around your breasts and holding them together as you begin to roll your hips, never taking your eyes off him. He let out a moan that vibrates through you, his bed beginning to squeak beneath your rocking. His neck is visible again at this, scars beneath the chain, sweat glittering around and beneath the links, every freckle, every mole there, making him Steve.

Your movements have briefly slowed and he realizes, eyes open as you’re staring with this smirk. He gives your nipples a flick and releases, linking hands, to bring yours to his and kiss each knuckle he can get his mouth on. That’s when he’s flipping you with ease, knees sliding underneath your thighs, hands pinning yours to the bed as his nose finds your lashes, mouth planting his words across your lips; cinnamon breath spray, coffee, and cigarettes ghosting with each hot breath, “Don’t get too cocky, honey.”

On the break away, his chain sways forward, links getting caught on your lips. You take the jewelry into your mouth, sucking on the taste of the material, Steve’s chest tufts drag along your breasts as he fucks you on him with an ease so slow, that you can’t find cohesive speech for the rest of the night.

// Eat me paragraph //

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

PUTTING NATE IN A CHOKEHOLD WHILE FUCKING/PEGGING HIM....................😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Osadnfksdj! You have killed me, thank you.

Chokehold

Nathan Bateman x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Nathan prefers some pain with his pleasure.

Warnings: Pegging, anal sex, bit of sub/dom dynamics, pet names, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 863

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Nathan gasps as you buck your hips harshly. The smack, smack, smack of your thighs against his ass echo around the room. 

His back is bowed as you plough into him from behind, his skin warm and shiny with persuasion. He’d spread his legs wide, leaning forward and grasping hold of the sofa before you’d even pushed a finger inside. 

Now his cock slaps up against his stomach with every thrust, echoing his rapid breathing and desperate whines. Lube is running down the inside of his left leg, and the copious amounts you'd prepped him with and poured on the strap are leaking out. 

He squeezes the back of the sofa with one hand for stability, rolling back into your thrusts on the tip of his toes. His other hand is tightly clutching your forearm as you hold him in a chokehold. 

Pleasure dips and twists in his lower stomach, bubbling and threatening to boil over at any second. 

“Harder,” he groans, his voice strained. He’s not sure if he’s asking for you to increase the power of your thrusts or your arm, but he whines loudly when you grace him with both. 

The strap is the largest he’s ever taken, thicker and longer, and even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud to you, intimating. It’s like he can feel it in his throat. The burn of the stretch singing just below his skin with every movement, never letting him forget how wide he’s being pulled. 

He likes it that way, needs a hint of pain with the pleasure, the dash of salt to bring out the sweetness. 

He’s sure his hole is going to gaping when you're done. Nathan groans at the thought, biting his lip and closing his eyes. 

His balls tighten, his muscles shaking. He’s so close he can taste it, electricity racing along his skin. But he doesn’t want to give in, wants to float on this sensation for as long as possible. He swallows, gulping down air as you squeeze just a little tighter, knowing what he needs before he even asks for it, hurtling him towards the edge. 

He wants to cry out, to tell you he doesn’t want to come yet, doesn’t want this to end, but the words won’t foam on his tongue. His body overrides his brain in its desperate need for release. 

He bucks into thin air, his cock burning from the lack of stimulation, making him lightheaded. You thrust twice, powerful and hard, hammering against his prostate head on and he screams.

Nathan sobs, tensing as his orgasm crests. It robs him of strength as come splatters onto the floor and back of the sofa, hitting the fabric so fast that he’s sure it’s broken some Guinness world record of some sort. 

You keep him pinned, squeezing softly as you work him through it, whispering sweet words and hushed praises in his ear that he can’t fully comprehend. But the meaning echoes in and lodges in his chest. 

He gasps as you loosen your arms and hold onto his stomach, keeping him upright and he stumbles and relaxes. “Shh, shh,” you soothe, “It’s okay.” 

He didn’t realise he’d been talking. 

You ease out of him and help him down to the floor to get his breath back, making sure to manoeuvre him out of the way of the mess it had made. 

As you lay him on his back he whines softly, eyes closed. He knows what comes next, excitement pooling in his belly even though his eyelids refuse to open. He relaxes his jaw slightly, parting his lips as he hears you take off the strap.

But he doesn’t feel the reassuring heat of your skin, the pressure as you sit on his face. Instead, you lay on your side next to him and gently stroke his face, smoothing your fingers over his nose and beard. 

“Baby?” He croaks. 

“I’m here.” You kiss his temple and take his hand when he flounders for you. 

“Why aren’t you…?” 

“Shh, just rest a little.” 

“No, no, I want to make you feel good, I want-”

“Quiet now.” You say, using a firm voice, making it clear that you don’t want any disagreement on the matter. 

Nathan stills and you quickly continue, not wanting him to sink into a sub drop from your tone. 

“I want to lay with you here, and for you to recover.” You kiss his temple again, “You did so well, so well, make me so happy and proud. But you need a minute. We’re gonna lay here and then you’re going to drink some water, and then, and only if you want to, we can continue. Okay?”

“Okay.” He nods and snuffles into you. He’s quiet for a moment, content and you think he might have fallen asleep until he speaks again. “I hate water.” 

You snort. “It’s good for you.” 

“Tastes like shit.” 

“You don’t mean that.” 

“I want that dilutable juice stuff you have.” He says softly and you forgive his lack of manners due to his sweet tone.

“Alright.” You give him another kiss.

“And then… you’ll sit on my face? Please?” 

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