#he's needy for reedy

[roosterforme]

Can Bob (beer boy& sugar universe) meet a nice girl from the English department too? It would be too sweet for my heart

Advanced Calculus. Advanced Physics. ADVANCED LITERATURE.

[daggerspare-standingby]

It’s Tuesday, that means @roosterforme Adult Education!

[hotluncheddie]

‘No.’ eddie says, standing from the table and puffing his chest out. Clenching one fist and holding the other up like a freaky Halloween version of a traffic warden. He brings the outstretched hand to his chest, closing his eyes for a moment. ‘Allow me.’

Steve stares at him. Stack of plates in hand, half up from the table and confused. ‘Uh’ he manages before Eddie steps over and takes the plates from Steve, their fingers brushing as eddie squishes his thumb into a leftover dollop of sauce and grips them tightly. He then hip checks Steve back into his chair and waltzes over to the sink.

‘Munson’s on dish duty I guess.’ Robin says, smirking at Steve and finishing her soda.

Steve schools his slack jaw expression, closing his mouth and going to stand again. ‘Eddie, it’s fine, really.’ But Eddie’s sudden outstretched palm stops him, has him sinking back down onto the dining room chair.

‘Stevie, please.’ Eddie says from the sink, eyes closed and head bowed. ‘You cooked, therefore, as your humble knight, I will conquer the dishes.’ And he brings his hand back to his heart again, looking up at the ceiling with reverence and verve. Side on from the table and Steve thinks he looks like a painting he saw at a Chicago art gallery Robin dragged him to. Heavenly in his light and shadows, cut from glass, shrouded in sun rays and glowing with a quiet, broken sort of intensity.

Steve clears his throat. Feels a blush run up his neck and he readjusts the legs of his jeans. Scooting his chair so he’s sitting back flush against the dining room table; he avoids Robin’s eye. ‘If you like.’ He rasps, fiddling with his used napkin, tearing off a corner and letting it flutter onto the tabletop.

Eddie does like. He turns the tap on, pouring dish soap into the filling basin before pulling Steve’s Marigolds on slowly, one at a time, as if he really is a knight - gearing up for battle.

‘Love the new look.’ Robin heckles and Eddie flashed her a grin before going back to serious; pulling at the gloves one last time and tuning the tap off with a flourish. Then he stalks back over to the table, Legs long and striding, arms bowed slightly from his body with adrenaline filled tension.

He steps up to the side of Steve’s chair, looming over him, tilting Steve’s head up slowly with one bright yellow, slightly damp finger under his chin. ‘Rest now, my leige.’ He murmurs lowly, reverently, gazing down at him before dipping to place a slow, soft kiss on Steve’s lips.

A embarrassing, needy, wounded sort of sound, whine, extracts its self from Steve’s throat. Chest heaving and throat bobbing as Eddie smiles at him softly, stepping away again to scoop up the remaining glasses and utensils in his capable, rubbery, hands.

‘…Your boyfriend is weird dude.’ Robin says from across him, eyeshrows raised and the corners of her mouth dropped in pinched distaste. Her eyes dancing with glee.

‘Yeah.’ Steve breaths, voice reedy and he blinks a few times, his fingers feeling tingly and numb, all of him syrupy and slow moving. His boyfriend is a freak.

And Steve has never once felt so loved.

(Tag list (open): @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @scoops-aboy86 @tangerinesteve @marvel-ous-m

@cheesedoctor @chickensinrainboots )

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies

@afghanlilith MADE THIS ASK AND I NEED THE WHOLE OF TUMBLR TO KNOW, BECAUSE SHES TOO EMBARRASSED TO SHOW HER FACE.

(Just a neat reposting without the original asks)

Now that we've established the baseline, I think this would happen...

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Kento was ready-- apron on, ingredients methodically laid out, recipe read once, twice and remembered. Stove on. Pan heating. Oil in. Therapy.

Twenty minutes in, lost in the steady satisfaction of a meal coming together, Kento heard the door click open, your voice calling out to him, reedy and needy, the door closing.

"In here, my lo-- whoah, whoah..." Kento stumbled forwards against the counter as you smushed yourself against his back with some force. Chuckling, he kicked one leg up behind him, tapping his heel against your bottom with gentle reassuring taps, all house slippers and affection. A soft, satisfied groan from behind him.

Kento continued to work, musing; almost ready to go in the oven now...all the while feeling your hands almost aggressively stroking up his belly, his chest, squeezing, squidging with fingertips.

He felt your fingertips graze his nipples, and he felt his cock twitch, coughing in alarm as he kicked the oven door open, slid the food into it, and spun round to glare down at you without venom, clasping your hands.

"Do you mind?" He heard a dirty little giggle in his chest as you muffled your face in it, rubbing from side to side.

"Do you mind...having such a slutty chest?" Kento sputtered, ears going red as your hands continued to roam him, while you nuzzled into him, nipping and biting, a woman possessed.

"I beg your--...par--...mmmmm." Kento's head tipped back, eyes drifting closed, accepting the roaming hands, feeling thoroughly used. Glancing down at you, and seeing you look up at him with a wicked little smile and one lip between your teeth, Kento's eyes narrowed.

"Keep that up," he toned, chest rumbling under your hands, "and you'll be in trouble."

"Trouble?" You asked, faux-innocent. Kento's chest rumbled once in warning, again.

"Trouble," he insisted, cock hardening down his thigh, "I'm a busy ma-- alright, that's it." Your fingers had grazed his nipples again, tweaking just once, and you squealed with delight as Kento threw you over one shoulder, with you laughing all the way to the bedroom.

"Apron on!" You clapped, "Keep the apron on!"

Kento huffed, smirking as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind him; "If you insist. Menace."

[hazbinshusk]

Angel and Reader shoot a homemade cam show as a naughty surprise for Husk when their anniversary comes around—the man has never been more flustered and overcome with desire in his life.... What a lucky guy!!

- ⭐ blue-dream-boye

oh my god, can you imagine though?

he turns on the screen and there you are sitting on the bed looking so sweet but so bashful, even dressed in the prettiest little set of lingerie. it's nothing he's seen you in before, and somehow he knows even before he sees angel in the video wearing a complementary set that he had a hand in picking it out.

and angel's giving the camera this cheesy, flirtatious wink before he slips in behind you. he spreads his long, long legs on either side of yours and you lean back against him, and angel's eyes are on the camera as he coos for you to relax and 'show daddy what we talked about'.

and angel keeps talking, low and reedy and so sweet in your ear, eyes falling teasingly down over you every now and then before returning to the camera as he tells you how to touch yourself for 'daddy'. he skims his fingers over your shoulders and your waist and your hips, lingering in that last spot because he knows that's where husk likes to grab. and he's so honeyed and you're so cute with your trembling and your quickly building neediness as you work your hand between your legs that husk for a moment isn't sure if the 'daddy' the spider is teasing you about is angel or him.

but then angel moves to sit beside you and soon you're both moaning husk's name as you cum together with twin vibrators pressed inside you and that bartender is at risk of staining the inside of his pants.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 41

part 1 | part 40 | ao3

FUCKING. FINALLY. welcome back and happy new year babies! cw: this is just porn. D/s vibes but nothing formally discussed. smidge of subspace, mild to moderate pain play, oops! all nipple play. minors i will spray you with bear mace i swear to god

The hand under his shirt moves higher up, fingertips skimming his sternum, weaving through his chest hair; tugging, just a little. “Good?” Eddie checks. His voice is light, relaxed and conversational like he isn't driving Steve crazy, working his fingers in maddening little circles that make Steve's lungs forget how to work.

Steve goes to say yeah, but then Eddie pinches his left nipple and all that comes out is: “Fuck.” Quietly gasped at the ceiling, panting when Eddie doesn't let go.

No one's ever touched him there before.

Not on purpose; not like this.

Eddie's fingers are fucking jumper cables; he rolls the stiffening nub between his forefinger and thumb, and electricity bursts from the point of contact down the length of Steve's whole spine — settles in the small of his back and makes him lurch off the floor with a wordless groan.

"God," Eddie breathes, rolling his hips against Steve's thigh. Slow and filthy and hard, painting a wet spot on his sweats. Steve can feel it against his leg, the tiniest little dot blooming at the tip; knows that if he looked down he'd see it spreading dark and damp. God. God.

Eddie shoves Steve's shirt up under his arms and chases his fingers with his tongue. Licks the battery; makes Steve jolt. "Knew you'd be like this," he says, searing eye contact as he dips to swirl the pointed tip of his tongue against the peak. He blows a stream of cool air until Steve squirms underneath him, then crawls up to press his lips to the lobe of Steve's ear, breath hot against him as his tongue flicks out to taste. "Knew you’d be sensitive here, too." His fingers play with the skin he left pebbled and spit-slick. "You’re so responsive, aren’t you?”

Shame or something like it scorches Steve’s cheeks like a brand, and he curls up to hide in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on hot skin and fine stubble. Warm. Safe.

"Sorry," Eddie chuckles in his ear. “Too much?”

Steve shakes his head. Doesn't want to hear the word 'sorry' right now; thinks it sounds weird in Eddie's mouth. Thinks it has no business here.

Eddie rocks his hips against him. “Gonna tell me if it is?”

Steve nods mutely, curling in tighter and rolling his forehead over Eddie’s collarbone, the fabric soft against his nose.

"Gonna tell me with your words?” Eddie teases, voice low.

Steve tries; he tries, okay? But all that comes out is another weak moan, a reedy whimper high in his throat, and he can't uncurl himself; can't shake the flood of nerves or shame or— he doesn't know what. Doesn't understand what's happening: why he's rolled up like a pill bug, why he's shaking like a leaf, making all these pathetic, needy noises like some wound-up nervous virgin, but Eddie's hard against him, and his rings are tickling his ribs, and he can't fucking stop now; can't find his words, can't work his tongue.

Eddie fists his free hand in the hair at Steve's nape, pulls him out of hiding and looks at him with narrowed eyes.

It's mean. It's hot. Steve wants to stare without blinking; desperately wants to look away.

Eddie's tongue runs over his lip, considering and almost rude, like tsk, tsk, tsk; whatever will we do with you? and then he twists Steve's nipple hard.

“F-fu—!” Steve stutters, whimpering in shock. Eddie pinches harder, eyes narrowing to slits, and it hurts; it fucking hurts, but it snaps him out of it. Whatever it was. “Yes!” he gasps, hips bucking without thought.

"Ah," Eddie bites back a pleased grin, "so you do know how to answer me. That's good." He shifts his weight onto his elbow and gives Steve's abused nipple a sharp flick, asking in a bored tone, "Yes what, baby boy?"

Holy shit; holy shit. Steve couldn't possibly remember now. “Yes," he babbles, guessing, "I'll— I'll do it; do whatever, just— fuck. Eddie. Eddie, please.”

“Close enough," Eddie relents. Smiling wide, teeth sunk into his bottom lip; sadistic fucker's loving this. He gives Steve's nipple a soothing pat (or rather, a pat that would be soothing if his skin wasn't still stinging from the vicious treatment a second ago), and says, "I’ll be nice this time.”

Steve gawks at him. Lifts up on his elbows so he can do it properly. “That was you being nice?”

"Sure was." He sighs a happy hum and gives another languid thrust, cock flexing on Steve's thigh, and a pulse thuds between their bodies. Steve can't tell whose pulse it is, whose blood is singing in whose veins. Eddie taught him something once about resonant frequency — symphonies of synchrony, he said, or something like it; all wistful and blissed out on the tail end of a joint — and Eddie kisses him now and when he bends to nip his Adam's apple, Steve feels the murmured words reverberate inside his throat. “You wanna see me get a little mean?”

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part 42

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[hey-august]

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N. Anal / pegging M receiving, degradation, buggy is a needy mess, also a mention of buggy as "pretty boy." ;) All parties are consenting adults. Word count: ~660

Reedy whimpers and breathy moans are muffled by crumpled blankets. You thrust into the pirate from behind, pressing him deeper into the mattress.

Buggy collapsed beneath your unrelenting pace long ago, succumbing to a carnal need to be fucked senseless. Gloved hands weakly paw at the bedding, the only pieces of constricting clothing making it ever harder for shaky hands to become fists. Preventing him from holding control of anything. The bed bounces his body slightly with each slam of your hips into his ass, a welcome assist to your fervid movements.

His muscles are manipulated by desire. Highs and lulls of burning tension and compliant softness occur with each step closer Buggy gets to release. He had given up moving his body to meet yours, unable to chase his climax as it got nearer and the stimulation became deliriously overwhelming. Instead, all thoughts are given to the feeling of being stretched and filled, of being used.

His body shudders. His cock twitches - trapped between his body and the damp sheets collecting his sweat and precum. His pitch changes, becoming more drawn out. Thoughtless.

“Are you going to come?” you goad, already knowing the answer. 

Buggy nods, his affirmation overrun by a moan he can’t control.

“You’re going to make a fucking mess if you jizz now. You’re gonna come ah-all over the fucking sheets.” The last few words were carried by deep thrusts. “You don’t care, do you? What a filthy slut, you just wanna be fucked and m-make a mess, huh?”

Slowing down slightly, you focus on hitting deeper inside and letting him enjoy the drag against his tight ass while you taunt and tease.

“F-fuck you, shut up,” Buggy snaps, although it drifts out like a whine.

“Aw baby, you don’t mean that.” The mockingly saccharine response is accompanied by your hand brushing strands of blue hair from the pirate’s sweaty face. A gesture that’s followed by a fluttering lashes, a contented groan from his drooling mouth, and unseen twitching from his leaky cock. You briefly squeeze a handful of hair, a moment of pressure that sends waves of passion through his body.

“C’mon, do it. Come all over the bed like the n-needy, dirty, fucking mess you are. Show me how much you like being fucked senseless,” you coax. 

The snarky, degrading words earn two subtle movements beneath you - a middle finger to serve as Buggy’s response, and a change in the angle of his hips to betray his enjoyment of your words and treatment.

You pick up the pace, eager to see Buggy unravel. And he does. It starts slow. Small. His breath quickens. Each sound is shallower than the previous one. His brows remain furrowed, yet move from false annoyance to hungry acceptance. His hands tremble. They claw at the bed, desperately seeking purchase before he drowns. His ass clenches, squeezing against you, against the hardness keeping him stretched. Failing to do anything except remind him of how deliciously powerless he is. Despite the slow start, the peak hits him suddenly.

“Oh f-fuck” Buggy chokes out, as his body flashes with heat, unable to keep the passion contained.

His cock spills cum, enthusiastic and delighted with each throb under his body. Buggy feels the hard warmth of his cock pressing against him, nearly thrashing in place as it fills the surrounding area with white hot cum. It's a lot. His fucked-out mind starts to drift, unable to process how long this orgasm takes or how much he’s releasing onto the bed.

You slow down as Buggy’s stilted moans turn into heavy panting. He shakes until you reach a pace that doesn’t overstimulate.

“Did you do it? Did you cream the fucking bed?”

He nods, eyes closed.

“You know we’re not done yet, right, pretty boy?”

Another nod. An eager nod.

“M-more please,” Buggy slurs against the bed. He grinds his hips, rutting his cock against his sticky cum and his ass against you. The pirate is insatiable and greedy, as he should be.

[matchingbatbites]

This is my little birthday gift for @stobinesque!! Just something short and sexy to celebrate!

This is absolute filth. Featuring Transmasc + Good Boy Eddie (with masculine/neutral terms for genitalia), Dom Top Steve, some begging, some fucking, and some praise.

"Please, Steve. Please please please, I need it, please let me have it."

"I've already told you what I want, baby, what you have to do to get my cock."

Steve grins as Eddie whines, watches his head drop forward as he rocks down onto the toy stuffed inside him. He's been on it for the better part of twenty minutes, has been since Steve stuck it to the floor and told Eddie to make himself come on it. It's one of their smaller ones, a choice Steve had made on purpose, if only to see the apprehension on Eddie's face at the thought that he may not be able to behave this time, may not be able to do as Steve asks.

His boyfriend is a good boy, though. He sat on it without a single complaint, and only whined a little when Steve cuffed his wrists together behind his back to make sure he wouldn't be able to use his hands. And then Steve sat back, making himself comfortable on the couch as Eddie started to ride the toy.

It's not enough, Steve knew it wouldn't be, and Eddie started whining a few minutes ago, started begging for Steve to touch him, fuck him, anything. Steve just rubs his dick through his sweats as Eddie pleads, loves to see his baby all desperate and needy. 

Eddie shifts forward a bit and must find a good angle because he jolts like he's been slapped. "Fu-Fuck, Steve, please!"

"You can do it, honey. I know you can be good for me."

A high whine and Eddie shakes his head. "Can't- Not enough, need more."

"Yes you can. You can because I want you to, isn't that right?"

Eddie hiccups and circles his hips on the toy desperately, and Steve's restraint breaks, he needs some kind of relief for himself. He shoves his sweatpants down to his thighs and wraps a hand around his dick, stroking himself a few times as he continues to watch his sweet boy.

"Look at me, baby. Watch me."

Brown curls shift as Eddie lifts his head to see, and he keens at the sight of Steve practically fucking his fist. "No, me. Fuck me, please." 

"I will, I promise. Wanna see you come first, I know you can, love."

Eddie nearly sobs at that, but Steve just watches on, fisting his dick as Eddie pushes himself closer and closer. His eyes stay locked on Steve, like he's imagining his hand, his mouth, his ass wrapped around it instead. Steve can practically see it playing behind his eyes like a movie.

"Stevie, gonna-"

"Yeah, come on, baby. Let me see it, fuckin' come for me, Eddie."

That seems to be the tipping point and Eddie gasps before releasing a high, reedy moan, hips stuttering as he rides the wave of his orgasm. Steve slides off the couch and kneels on the floor, takes Eddie's face in his hands and just holds the older boy as he comes down, twitching and trembling. He leans in and presses a kiss to Eddie's cheek, mutters a soft "That's it, baby, so good for me." 

Eddie's response is barely audible, a whispered "Please, please," that has Steve moaning low into Eddie's ear.

"I know, honey. I've got you, I'll take care of you."

He pulls back and tugs Eddie over to the couch, ignoring the dildo that's left behind as Eddie slides off it, leaving it shiny and slick. Instead he meets the older boy in a kiss, something bruising and possessive that Eddie arches into, desperately pressing closer for more. It only lasts a few seconds before Steve is pulling back and guiding Eddie to bend over the edge of the couch, and he watches the older boy shift for a moment before relaxing into the cushion beneath him.

Steve palms the petite globes of Eddie's ass before he slides a hand lower to Eddie's dripping entrance. It's so shiny and wet, and he can't help but to thumb at it a little, to rub it gently before pushing the digit inside. Eddie lets out a shaky moan, still sensitive from his recent orgasm, but that doesn't deter Steve. He pushes in until the base of his thumb meets the edge of Eddie's hole, and when he pulls it out he watches, mesmerized, as a glob of cum and slick drips out of him and hits the floor with a wet splat.

That's the last straw for Steve, and he mutters a soft swear as he lines his dick up, rubbing the head over Eddie's slick opening before pushing inside. Eddie moans long and loud at the stretch; Steve knows the dumb little toy that was in him pales in comparison to this, he absolutely revels in the way Eddie takes him so well.

Normally Steve would take his time, would savor the way Eddie wriggles and writhes on his cock, like he just can't get enough of it, always begging for more more more. At the moment he's too keyed up; after watching Eddie fuck himself to a shaky orgasm, all he wants to do is reach that peak for himself. He barely gives his boyfriend a chance to adjust before he sets a rough pace, more focused on his own pleasure at the moment than he is Eddie's. The older boy doesn't seem to mind, if the way he wails into the couch cushion is any indication. 

Steve doesn't consider himself to be selfish, though; he loves making Eddie feel good, loves bringing him pleasure and pushing until it just toes the line of pain. He loves Eddie, his sounds, his body, the way his entire body jerks any time Steve hits that sweet spot inside him. It's nice to just focus on his own release every now and then.

When he feels himself getting close, Steve reaches a hand around and takes Eddie's dick between two fingers, starting to stroke it in time with his thrusts.

"Gonna come for me again, baby? Gonna give me another one?"

Eddie moans and gives a shaky nod, smushes his face into the couch cushion as Steve snaps his hips harder, trying to tip them both over.

"Yeah you are. Come on, Eds, be a good boy and come for me."

Steve watches Eddie go from whining, needy moans, to completely quiet as he shakes apart with his second orgasm. Steve rubs his dick through it, pushing him higher and higher until Eddie breaks his silence with a loud, gasping inhale. He's shuddering as Steve fucks into him a few more times before following him over, vision going white as he spills inside his boyfriend.

Their come down is slow and syrupy, and Steve chuckles at Eddie's soft whine when he eventually pulls out.

"I know, baby. I gotta get the cuff key, though. Need to make sure your wrists are okay." 

His wrists are fine, but Steve will end up rubbing some lotion into them anyway, just to make sure there's no chafing that might show up later. After a quick clean up, he bundles Eddie up in a blanket and forces a snack into him before dragging him onto the couch.

"Wassit good?" Eddie mutters, already halfway asleep as he burrows into Steve's chest, and the younger boy smiles as he presses a kiss to brown curls. 

"Fuckin' perfect, baby."

[miasmaghoul]

Why do I never send you prompts? Time to remedy that.

How about some good old fashioned cockwarming? Featuring needy bottom Swiss?

Or, alternatively: someone should really eat Swiss out until he cries.

Comet, darling, did you really think I wouldn't do both?

Rain is feeling extra mean today.

Poor Swiss.

:)

(BEHOLD THE RETURN OF THE SWUSSY)

"I'm hungry," Rain had complained, slouching over the back of the common room couch with his chin hooked on Swiss's shoulder. He'd chuckled and given Rain's hair an affectionate tousle.

"Any particular reason you're telling me this and not the fridge?" Swiss had flipped the page of his magazine. "Last I checked that's where the food lives." Rain had made a sound of amusement, a low hum in the back of his throat.

"Who said anything about food?" He'd pressed a deceptively chaste kiss just behind Swiss's ear, and all of a sudden his reading material wasn't quite so interesting. Especially not when Rain's hand had started travelling down his chest. "I'm in the mood for something much more satisfying."

Rain had thumbed over a nipple, and Swiss had needed exactly zero further convincing to slide from the couch and into Rain's bedroom, already shucking his shirt and working on his belt before they'd even gotten the door shut.

It's been over an hour now, and Swiss has begun to regret his enthusiasm.

Rain has him laid out on soft sheets, every inch of his heated skin alight with sensation. The other ghoul had spent so long working him over, fingers and fangs pressing into his flesh hard enough to leave wonderful purple marks behind. They litter his throat, his chest, his stomach and inner thighs. Rain was slow and relentless about it, not giving Swiss so much as a moment's reprieve before he was sucking another stinging bruise into tender flesh. By the time Rain had finally settled between his quivering thighs Swiss was already panting.

The first swipe of Rain's tongue, a slow lick placed just above the swollen length of his clit, had Swiss arching off the bed with a moan so whorish it had left him blushing.

Rain is good at this. Too good, actually. He knows Swiss's body better than anyone - knows just where to touch, lick and suck to get him writhing. Knows exactly what to do to get him to the edge and keep him there, Swiss teetering on a rapidly rising precipice that Rain refused to let him fall from.

It's agony. Sweet, delicious, maddening agony.

Rain's torment hasn't ceased for a second, the other ghoul lapping so very lazily at his too-sensitive folds. Swiss lost his words a while ago, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and reedy whimpers whenever the pair of slender fingers inside him crook just so. Rain laves at his wet flesh like a man starved, suckling at dusky lips and running his tongue everywhere that wasn't where Swiss needed it most. His clit aches, red and throbbing from having gone utterly untouched since all of this started. The fingers inside him are complimented by a thumb pressed to his tight rim, the tip stroking featherlight through his copious slick. He can feel it soaking into the sheets too, cool against his burning skin every time he wriggles his hips. Tries to get away.

Rain refuses to let him.

He's caught in limbo; drowning in waves pleasure that never crest, a constant build up with no resolution, no relief. Rain has him pinned with nothing but that fucking mouth of his, groaning against Swiss's cunt with no predictability just to hear him suck air through clenched teeth. His other hand is busy abusing Swiss's chest, tugging and flicking each of his nipples in turn with the same lazy pace as his tongue. Swiss shudders when Rain twists his wrist just so, hitting something that has him seeing stars and drooling through a broken moan. He forces himself to breathe deep, balling his fists in the sheets; he'd grabbed at Rain's hair exactly one time, and the resulting snap of fangs far too close to his clit encouraged him not to do it again.

He's so desperate he might anyway.

Swiss swallows hard, tongue too heavy, too thick for the words in his throat to make it out. He fights his trembling muscles to lift his head, the world swimming as he struggles to do anything but moan and twitch under Rain's torturous ministrations. When he finally manages to shake the haze, just enough to bring the room into focus, he sees nothing but Rain.

He's watching Swiss like a hawk, sharp cerulean eyes fixed on his overtly pained face. Rain's soft curls are stuck to his forehead and temples, the uneven splash of freckles over the bridge of his nose so much more obvious against his flushed cheeks. He looks entirely too relaxed for how long they've been at this, hips subtly rutting against the mattress as he works Swiss down to nothing but atoms.

Swiss tries to speak, he really does, but all that comes out is a slurred repetition of Rain, Rain, Rain. The other ghoul gives him a wide, rough lick that has Swiss gasping before pulling back; he's soaked from the nose down in slick, chin shiny with it, and the sight makes Swiss's stomach burn. He clenches hard around the digits invading him with a pitiful squeak. Rain chuckles.

"Do you have something to say, princess?" His voice is rough and gravelly, pure sex. He licks his lips and Swiss whimpers, chewing his own fang-bruised lip. Rain blows a stream of cool air over his clit and Swiss arches so hard his back pops.

"Rain," he finally manages to rasp, struggling to do anything but moan as Rain starts fucking his fingers in deeper. Pressing the tip of that wandering thumb against his hole just hard enough to make it wink. Swiss can't keep his hands to himself any longer, bringing one up to paw feebly at the arm on his chest. It's like his bones are made of jelly. Mercifully, Rain doesn't bite at him for it. "Rain- Rainy, please -"

It's barely a whisper, one that melts into a pathetic whine when Rain presses the very tip of his thumb into Swiss's ass. Just enough to sting. He can feel heat prickling at the backs of his eyes and Swiss prays he can hold in the tears. He groans loud and low when Rain swirls his fingers against that one special spot, ratcheting him closer still. But it's not enough and they both know it. Rain gives him a crooked little smile, grinding a bit more obviously against the bed.

"Please what?" He sounds almost bored, seemingly oblivious to the way Swiss's thighs are practically vibrating against his shoulders. He watches for a beat while Swiss tries to remember how words work.

Rain's fingers are doing a marvelous job of making his brain leak out his ears. His heart dances in his chest, threatening to crash right through his ribcage. Rain gives him an annoyed look.

"I'm going to be upset if you interrupted my lunch for no reason."

Swiss is definitely going to cry. He can feel it, a wave of overwhelm that hits him square in the gut and between the eyes.

He's not like Rain or Dew when it comes to this sort of treatment. Swiss loves the teasing, to be certain, but after a certain point it becomes too much. Just on the wrong side of pleasurable.

That's why Rain insists on treating him this way from time to time - for this exact moment, the one where all words die and the pain and suffering etched into Swiss's face and taut muscles become too much to ignore. Rain must see it now; the edges of his expression soften, even though his gaze remains dark and heavy. He rolls his eyes.

"Already?" Swiss bites his lip hard enough to sting, nodding once. Rain sighs. "But I'm not done eating."

Swiss chokes on a sob, clenching again and cringing at the wet noise his cunt makes around Rain's fingers. He grips the hand on his chest for dear life, and at long last Rain takes mercy. Swiss sags into the mattress when that hand withdraws, the other ghoul holding up his slicked fingers for Swiss to see. They shine in the light and Swiss throbs at the sight. All at once, his words pour out in a confused pile.

"Rain, please, please - you - I - fuck, Rainy I need to, I - I can't, please, you -" With nothing inside him the pleasure starts to recede, and Swiss feels something frantic settling into his chest. "Please make me, please."

He needs Rain to make him cum. If he doesn't, Swiss will surely lose his mind. His breath hitches, a tight wheeze, and Rain shushes him. Caresses his thigh with deceptive gentleness. Swiss's head spins as he throbs again.

Rain disentangles their hands and Swiss nearly panicks at the lack of contact, but it only lasts long enough for the other ghoul to straighten up. Swiss's eyes catch on his cock, flushed and heavy, for just a moment before Rain leans over him, bracketing him with those long arms and catching him in a deep, full kiss.

Swiss sobs into it, immediately getting his hands on Rain's face and holding on for dear life while he tastes nothing but himself. He's shaking like a leaf, twitchy and pleasure-drunk. Rain's dripping length bumps his thigh and Swiss gasps as best he can. Rain pulls back to give him an entirely too sympathetic look.

"Alright," he sighs, resigned, "let me give you what you need."

Swiss tries to cling when Rain moves, but he's too weak. Too fucked out to do anything but quiver and pant. The other ghoul settles next to him, giving his cock a luxurious stroke. Swiss can't take his glassy eyes off of it. He's sure he must be drooling again.

"On your side."

Swiss blinks. On his side? What on his side? Rain rolls his eyes.

"Making me do all the work, as always."

Swiss yelps when Rain wraps a surprisingly strong arm around him, hauling him onto his side until they're back to chest. Rain feels cool and solid behind him, and it soothes some of the insanity scratching at his skull. He reaches back and grabs at Rain's hip, desperate to feel even remotely grounded. It helps a little - until Rain's hand hooks under his knee and pulls, lifting Swiss's dead weight leg and holding him wide open. The cool air against his drenched, aching cunt is a shock that has Swiss choking on his inhale.

Then Rain's blunt head bumps against his entrance and Swiss's whole body flinches at the feeling.

"R-Rain, wait, wait, you - oh no -" Swiss's eyes roll back as Rain drags the head though his folds, lighting up every single frayed nerve between his legs. He's never been so over- and under-stimulated at the same time. His mind begs him to get away even as his body screams for release, and at this point he'll do anything to get it.

"Stay still," Rain spits, hooking his chin over Swiss's shoulder. "Stop squirming, it's irritating."

Swiss tries, but he can't help the way every muscle dances beneath his skin. Threaded with tension and anticipation, tighter that the hole Rain was about to fill. He stills himself as best he can. Takes a deep breath. Focuses on the familiar press of Rain's lean torso against his back. It's not perfect stillness, but Rain's pleased growl flows into his ear regardless.

"Good boy."

Rain rocks his hips and sinks into Swiss's hungry cunt in one excruciating slide. Swiss doesn't register his throaty screams until Rain starts kissing his ear, making soft shushing sounds. A tiny crack in his visage of cruelty. He knows perfectly well how far he's pushed today, how much he still expects. He can spare Swiss a moment of kindness in his fragile state. His other arm snakes beneath Swiss's body, holding him close as he bottoms out.

Something in Swiss cracks then, and at long last the tears fall. He's too busy gasping at the intensity of the stretch to sob, simply letting them fall in hot streaks down hotter cheeks. Rain licks one away and huffs out a soft laugh, that little spark of kindness gone in a flash.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to break," he murmurs, that disaffected tone back in full force despite the way Swiss can feel him twitching deep inside.

Everything hurts in a way he can't describe, deep pressure and searing heat. It's all built up at the apex of his thighs, and if Swiss had two brain cells to spare he'd already be working himself over. But he doesn't, and Rain wouldn't allow it anyway.

It takes him actual minutes to realize that Rain is just...sitting inside him. No movement aside from the pulses, the twitches. Swiss cants his hips but he has no leverage. Rain is as deep as he can go, and seems content to stay put. Swiss feels like he's dying.

"Move," he pleads, so much need forced into the one single word. "Rainy, you gotta -"

"Shh," Rain's free hand gives Swiss's nipple a sharp flick that he can barely even react to. His body doesn't seem to know what's where anymore. "You'll take what I give you. Besides," his hand travels slowly south and Swiss's soft sobs turn to hiccups of anticipation, "I'm giving you exactly what you need."

Rain's finger, callused but gentle, finally skates over the short length of his clit and Swiss yelps, trying to curl in on himself. He's never felt anything so intense, so visceral. Rain repeats the move over an over, sharp shocks of pained pleasure wracking Swiss's body until he's openly weeping, babbling Rain's name like a mantra. At length the rawness fades, the pain melts into all things good and Swiss's babbling turns to pure desperation. Into frail cries of more, more, more, while Rain's single skilled digit teases him.

"Needy whore," he breathes, licking at the shell of Swiss's ear. His hand shifts, Rain taking his stiff clit between two fingers and giving it a slow stroke. Relishing the way the hood slides over the swollen flesh. Swiss clenches so tightly that Rain can't help the groan it pulls from him.

"You're gonna cum for me, just like this," he informs Swiss, keeping a slow, steady pace to his strokes. His hips remain impossibly still, slotted inside Swiss like he belongs there, not offering more than a sense of fullness. The way Rain jerks him is shiver-inducing, but...

"Rain, I - faster, please, or move or - fuck, please, I gotta cum, I need to, for you -"

"Then you will," Rain mutters, "just like this. You cum on my cock or not at all. Understood?"

The pace is glacial and Swiss truly doesn't know if he can. For as good as it feels, for as much as this has all been too much and not enough, the threat of not cumming is enough to drag a fresh wave of overwhelmed tears from Swiss's burning eyes. He brings a shaky hand to rest on Rain's forearm, feeling the way the muscles shift. He says the only words he can find, voice small.

"Yes sir."

Rain's cock throbs so hard Swiss sees stars.

[roosterforme]

Happy Valentines Day Em!

I’m curious what our Bradley’s (and Bob and Jake) are doing for their girls today!

Roo & BG

Coach & Kitten

Daddy & Princess

Beer Boy & Sugar

Bob & Molly

Jake & Reedy

This made my whole day right here, Brina! Thanks for sending this ask!!

Let's break this down....

Roo & BG are enjoying a shared plate of Marry Me Rooster that she cooked while Bradley tried his best to help, but he was mostly a lovable distraction. Roo picked up a small confetti cake with yellow icing hearts on his way home, along with a few dozen yellow flowers. She's wearing her honeymoon lingerie.

Coach & Kitten are taking Ev out to play mini golf, and then they are meeting Bob, Molly and baby Charlie at the pizza place for family dinner. Ev is going to have a sleepover with his aunt and uncle. When Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw get home, the leash is coming out.

Daddy & Princess are out to a dinner at an expensive restaurant while Amelia babysits. Princess bought a new dress with her purple card, and after dinner they are going to take a walk on the beach. Daddy bought her some diamond earrings, and she's giving him head on the beach when it gets dark out.

Beer Boy & Sugar are enjoying a night in and reliving one of their favorite college moments. Bradley has them both change into their bathing suits, and he keeps her warm in the kitchen while he makes her a bowl of cereal with strawberries for dinner. She really thinks that's the dinner, but then he busts out filet mignon and some sides as well. And then they make s'mores on the stovetop, and he fucks her on the kitchen counter.

Bob & Molly are making a video. She begged Bob for a threesome, but she's settling for anal and a video she can watch when he's deployed.

Jake & Reedy are having a fashion show and taking a lot of photos. She's pairing some of her lingerie with his uniforms, and Jake is embarrassingly hard for the whole thing before she lets him fuck her.

Happy Valentine's Day!

[iamthecomet]

I just got four shots so I can travel and I feel like shit. Can I have Rain and Dew? You decide what happens, but I just want some Rain and Dewdrop.

-Solar Ghoul

I hope you're feeling better now! I'm sorry I didn't get this out when you wanted it most. But I hope it was worth the wait. Messy tour bus shenanigans below the cut.

It's 2am when Dew slides into Rain's bunk. The bus bumps and sways as he slips from his bunk into Rain's. He doesn't bother to ask, or see if Rain's awake. Rain always sleeps like shit on the tour bus. So chances are he's still awake, or halfway there. He presses his warm body up against Rain's back. Snaking arm around him to press flat over Rain's belly button. He feels the steady rise and fall of Rain's breath. Feels the way it hitches when Dew's hand slips up under his shirt to find soft skin.

Dew hooks his chin against Rain's shoulder, hot breath fanning over his neck, nose nuzzling into Rain's dark curls. He smells like the venue. Cigarettes, stale beer, chlorinated water, generic soap. Rain makes a small noise and shifts, turning his head and dislodging Dew's face so they can look at each other. Rain blinks blearily at him. He takes one of his earbuds out and offers it to Dew. He's barely awake.

Dew will deny until the day he dies the way his heart clenches in his chest when Rain looks at him like this. Dew takes the earbud, fits it in his ear.

He has to turn his head to muffle his laugh in Rain's pillow. "Seriously?"

"What?" Rain asks, rolling onto his other side so they're face to face.

"How is Nine Inch Nails, sleeping music?"

"Whatever works," Rain replies with a shrug.

Dew slips his hand around to rest on the back of Rain's neck. He pulls until Rain tips his head down and presses their foreheads together.

"What are you doing here, Dewdrop?"

Dew slips his other hand up under Rain's t-shirt, grazing calloused fingers over the soft hair on Rain's belly. His tail comes to curl around one of Rain's thighs loosely.

"Can't sleep."

"So you thought feeling me up would help?"

"Usually does." Dew doesn't bother trying to fake innocence. He just drags his fingers up higher to thumb over one of Rain's nipples. He uses his tail to tug Rain's leg over his hip. He grinds his hips up. Dew's already hard, has been for the better part of twenty minutes. Laying in the bunk above Rain's trying to decide if he just wanted to jerk off or if he wanted to make it Rain's problem. It's always more fun with a partner. He can feel how Rain is fattening up through the thin sweatpants. Another grind of their hips together has Rain gasping. He tips his head back and Dew latches onto the side of his neck with tongue and teeth, sucking a deep bruise onto his skin while Rain grabs Dew's hips and drags him forward, slotting their bodies further together.

"Dew," Rain gasps, reaching up to pull at Dew's hair to try to dislodge him. "Dew, please."

"Please what, Raincloud?" "You started this, the least you can do is touch me." "'m taking my time," Dew says, digging his teeth into the skin above Rain's collarbone. Rain makes a reedy noise. Dew thinks after all this time that Rain should be used to this, or that Dew should be used to how quickly Rain unravels under Dew's ministrations. But it never ceases to floor him. To send rolling desire through his stomach. It takes almost nothing, a couple well-placed bites, the grind of their hips together, to reduce Rain into a needy puddle. "Gotta be quiet," Dew whispers, pressing a line of open-mouth kisses up Rain's throat, over his jaw. "Don't want to wake up the whole bus." It's a fool's errand, Dew knows. Before he goes too far he's going to have to shove his fingers, or Rain's shirt, or even the corner of the pillow into Rain's mouth. Rain is quiet until someone gets a hand on his dick, and then he loses all volume control.

"Bet you're slick already," Dew whispers, his lips almost pressed against Rain's, their breath mingling in the minuscule space.

Rain nods. "C'mon, Dew. Don't be mean."

"This isn't mean," Dew chides. If it wasn't the middle of the night on a tour bus he'd show Rain mean. He'd work him up. Finger him until he cried. Whisper filth into his ear until he was begging for it.

Dew wishes for a hotel. Wishes for a way to press Rain into a mattress and really give him everything he wants. He settles for dragging both of their pants down to their thighs. He offers his palm to Rain's mouth. He doesn't even have to ask. Rain licks a sloppy path up Dew's palm.

Dew wraps his slick hand around both of them. Rain's wet already, dripping precum, making the slide even easier. Dew covers Rain's mouth with his other hand just before Rain starts to whine. He basks in the muffled noises, the shake of Rain's body against his, the way Rain grips hard at his t-shirt. Rain fucks up into his fist. Dew does the same, holding his hand steady and rolling his cock against Rain's in coordinated strokes. "Can't wait to get you in a real bed," Dew whispers. "Gonna take such good care of you. Get you so loud the whole hotel knows exactly what I'm doing to you. Make everyone jealous." Rain shudders, the thrusts of his hips going erratic already. "You'd like that, huh? You wanna go to breakfast the next day covered in bruises. Make sure everyone in the whole building knows how good I fuck you." Rain's eyes roll up in his head. He bites down hard on Dew's palm when he cums. Cock kicking hard against Dew's, cumming in thick spurts all over both of them. "Oh fuck," Dew groans. Rain manages to pull one of his hands away from its death grip on Dew's shirt. He bats Dew's messy hand away and takes over, stroking him from root to tip, slicked with Rain's cum and the mix of their pre. Dew closes his eyes. His head thumps forward to rest against Rain's collarbone. "Satanas, Rainy. I'm gonna, shit." Dew turns his head to dig his fangs into Rain's pillow as he cums, adding to the mess between them. Rain pulls him into a kiss as he comes down. It's soft, easy, sleepy. Dew has just enough energy left to pull his pants back up before he's drifting off in the circle of Rain's arms. He'll deal with the mess in the morning.

[blindmagdalena]

Well now i just wanna spend an hour or three teasing/riding homie to assure him that yes, he is my favorite, he’s everybody’s favorite

 18+ homelander x f!reader, comeplay, cunnilingus, lite sublander. When Homelander is feeling insecure, he has a gift for making it the problem of absolutely everyone in his radius, but none more so than you. What started as a harmless, playful conversation about which member of the Seven was your favorite quickly turned into pursed lips and irritated, sharp little huffs from him. Perhaps you took it a little too far. Now it's your responsibility to repair the damage done to his ego, and frankly? You wouldn't have it any other way.

"That's it," you encourage softly, straddling his naked waist, pumping his cock slow and easy in your fist. "You're doing so good for me. Look at you," you praise, smoothing his hair down with your free hand.

The last hour has been nothing but slow, exquisite torture, with gentle touches and fervent praise.

Homelander has both hands above his head, gripping the headboard firmly enough that the wood groans precariously under the pressure of his strength. He exhales roughly, hips giving a small jerk beneath you. "Now, say it for me. Who's my favorite?" You ask him, cupping the side of his face. "Me," he exhales roughly, licking his lips. He looks feverish like this, barely containing his need, barely keeping his strength in check. It's enough to make you feel like a god above him. "I am."

"Mmhm, of course you are. You're everyone's favorite. America's hero," you assure him, moving your palm over the head of his cock to spread the precome drooling from it down his length with a twist of your wrist. He keens so sweetly for you, your words and your voice soothing what had been burned.

You tighten your grip, and that's all it takes to wring a needy "Oh, fuck," from him, his brows furrowed tight, teeth bared. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was in pain. "Ssshhh, it's okay, my darling. It's okay. I'm going to make you feel so good. Can you tell me where you want to come, darling?" You ask, leaning over him, which presses the wet head of his cock against your stomach. "Inside? Or how about all over my chest? So long as you lick it up after."

Homelander looks stricken, lips opening and closing as he struggles to formulate any kind of thought. "C-chest," he manages to grit out, bucking up against you. "I hoped you would," you tell him, voice low. You sit back up, angling his cock towards yourself. "C'mon, darling. Mark me. Show me that I'm your favorite, too." You stroke him faster, moving your other hand from his face to your chest, letting him watch as you massage your breast, moaning gently. You can feel the way it makes his cock throb in your grasp, feel how insane it drives him in the thrum of his body beneath yours. He jerks his hips up hard enough that you almost lose your balance, and when they don't sink back down, you quickly realize he's halfway floating off the bed. You tighten your legs around him. There's a snap in the headboard when Homelander comes, a crack running cleanly through the line of it. He moans your name loud and broken, arching his back as he paints your chest in thick white ribbons, gasping his way through his release. It splatters all the way up to your chin. He drops back down onto the bed with a ragged breath, closing his eyes as he rides out the aftershocks, cock still twitching weakly in your grasp. "Good, that was so good, sweetheart," you coo, making sure your grip is loose, milking him slowly of his orgasm. "You came so much for me."

Homelander opens his bleary eyes at that. His pupils are blown black, his features soft with relief, but you see clearly the pang of hunger when he looks at you, especially at your chest. "Can I?" He asks softly, voice reedy, but thick with desire. You nod, and he eagerly accepts the permission, letting go of the headboard and lifting himself into a sitting position, both of his hands going to your ribs, pulling you in close. Eagerly, Homelander licks a line up between your breasts, tasting salt and sex and himself on your skin. It makes him moan low and throaty against you. You put your hands in his hair and sigh, tipping your head back. The sheer heat of his mouth erupts goosebumps on your skin, but it's the hungry way he sucks at you that really makes your core throb. Homelander cleans your skin diligently, laving his tongue over your breast before sucking it into his mouth, tonguing your nipple. He's in heaven like this, rumbling pleased little noises against your skin. You arch your back into the warmth of his mouth, encouraging him with the way you cradle his head to your chest. He nuzzles against your breast, sucking contentedly. He takes his time before moving to the opposite breast, and doing the same, holding you firmly while he licks and sucks you clean.

"Mm, feels so good," you say, dragging your nails down his scalp. "Look at you, cleaning me all up."

"Almost," he murmurs, voice sex-rough and low. Moving his hand down your body, he cups between your thighs, and presses his middle finger in deep with a soaked noise, drawing it back up to hold up between you.

It glistens with your slick just before he pops it into his mouth, holding your gaze, intent. His own eyes are glazed over, foggy with hunger. He draws his finger out with a pop, and repeats a familiar question: "Can I?" Heart racing with excitement and arousal in equal measure, you nod. "Anything for my favorite hero."

Homelander smiles, licking his lips preemptively as he lays back. He uses his strength to effortlessly slide you up his chest, further and further, until you're straddling his face. He doesn't waste any time before tasting you, massaging your thighs as he drags his tongue through the slick mess of your pussy. "Oh, fuck, baby," you give a shuddering sigh, grinding down against his tongue. You put your hands on the cracked headboard, breaths growing shallow as you start to rock your hips back and forth, using his mouth to your hearts content. He moans beneath you, smoothing his hands up to your hips and then back down your thighs. He cups your ass and squeezes, encouraging you even more, reminding you that you needn't be delicate. You can't hurt him, you can't smother him. He's wholly yours, to do with as you please, and he wants it.

You drop one hand down into his hair, grabbing a fistful of it, losing yourself completely in the shameless, sloppy wet way he devours you. You exhale roughly, pressing your forehead to the headboard, the cool wood a relief against the sweat prickling on your skin.

The pleasure swells and swells until finally you feel it blossom into release, the euphoria of it rolling through your entire body. You pull his hair hard, thighs clenching on either side of his head as you moan through your release. Homelander doesn't skip a beat, doesn't pause for a moment. He's voracious, spurred on by your orgasm instead of satisfied by it. Your breath catches when he just nuzzles in more eagerly, shaking his head side to side, his tongue flat and firm against your clit.

"Th-that's good," you say, giving his hair a tug, but he pays you no mind. He sucks at your clit, slides his tongue from your entrance back to the throbbing nub.

He's insatiable, eating you out loud and messy. You're always aware that the control you have over him is an illusion, only ever as real as he allows it to be, but nothing makes that clearer than the strength of his grip as he holds you in place, devouring his fill.

He's going to make sure you never forget who your favorite hero is ever again.

Your second orgasm steals the breath from your lungs, has you doubled over against the headboard, held up only by Homelander's hands on your hips.

Sitting up, Homelander walks his hands up your body, easing you back down until your bodies are flush, your head on his chest. You're still catching your breath, the aftermath of your back to back orgasms still rolling through your body. "Naughty boy," you finally manage to say, heaving a satisfied sigh.

Homelander wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking every bit the cat that got the cream. "Shouldn't taste so fuckin good, then," he says, drawing the covers up over your bodies. Of course he would make it your fault. You hum incredulously, but find you don't have the brain space for much more than that, nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a lazy, blissed out little smile.

"You were wonderful," you murmur, brushing your lips just below his ear. You feel a lingering tension in his body melt away, knowing that he had been waiting for you to praise him. "Made me feel so good."

He kisses the top of your head, resting his cheek there afterwards, arms wrapped snugly around you. "Tell me you love me," he prompts quietly, stroking your arm. "I love you," you assure him, sliding your arms around him in return. "So very, very much." Homelander smiles, exhaling a soft, warm breath across the crown of your head. He'll have to goad you into teasing him more often. He likes it when you make it up to him.

[elvisabutler]

beggin' you for mercy

summary: austin knows what happens to good boys when they're bad boys and he hates it. and yet that has stopped him from being bad every once in a while. rating: m word count: 1029. warnings: orgasm control. orgasm denial. oral ( m, receiving ). allusions to oral ( f receiving ) and p in v sex. dom/sub dynamics. bit of mommy kink. author's note: consider this a faint continuation of yesterday's blurb for mommy kink. anyway! welcome to day four of kinktober orgasm control with austin butler. i am aware that some of y'all would have probably liked to see orgasm control with austin controlling the reader's orgasm, however, i was in a sub austin mood for this and i have enough requests for austin for the rest of kinktober that don't worry, y'all will get that exact thing. also please ignore the fact that i mixed up my days earlier this week. i think i'm just really excited to get to tomorrow because i'm a sucker for praise kink. thank you everyone who's read the past three days and had me marveling at the amount of notes because i wasn't sure anyone was going to read some of them. y'all are the best, truly. also tag for @oh-kurva because i did promise last night.

"Please." He groans, his hips bucking up uselessly in an effort to gain some friction, any kind of friction only to be met with air and your cunt so close and yet so far away from his aching cock.

"Please what, baby boy?" You ask, a smirk crossing your features. "What is my baby so needy for? You can tell mama."

"You know what's got me so needy. You've got me so needy. Seeing you has me this way. Just let me touch you, please." Austin's voice is high pitched, practically reedy in tone and you almost break there, but you know you must endure.

"Good boys know better than to come without mommy's permission. And what did you do while I was busy with work?" Your hand moves down Austin's chest, down his torso and right down to the v of his hips before you stop eyeing his reaction as you do. His body shudders just a bit, you note and you can see his muscles tensing so hard to try and not buck his hips up again.

"I played with myself and made a mess. But you were taking so long and you promised tonight would be about us. About me." He whines and a blush covers his face once he realizes it. He would be more put together, less whiny and less needy but it's been an hour and all he wants to do is come. He doesn't care where any more, just that he can.

Your eyebrow quirks up at his tone, noting the way he whines out me like a spoiled toddler and not like the 31 year old he is. You know you're getting there, you know you're getting to the point where he's learning his lesson. Maybe just another ten minutes, a little more teasing and he'll know truly what was wrong about what he did.

"And I told you that work calls for the next couple of months took priority over everything else. You said you understood that, said it was fine and you were patient enough to wait tonight. What changed?"

Austin leans his head back against the pillows and takes a few short heaving breaths before answering. "Your breasts. You- The dress you're wearing, it makes them look so good. Spent all night wanting to bury my face in them. Wanted to mark them up. Wanted you to- God, mama- suffocate me with them."

His words come out in a rush, half slurred once your hand slides down to touch his neglected cock. You said he couldn't come but your hand is right there squeezing and touching him in just the right way. How is he supposed to not. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feel of your hand.

For what it's worth, you clench your thighs together at his words and at how he starts to writhe on the bed his eyes shut like he's trying to escape the sensations of the room and everything else. Maybe- Maybe he's already learned his lesson. maybe you can cut it short this time.

"Austin, open your eyes and look at me." Your voice is soft as you lean over to whisper in his ear, your hand still moving slowly up and down his cock.

Austin forces his eyes open and realizes you're not by his face any more, not by his ear, instead you've slid down to his lap, and your mouth is hovering over his cock. He keens at the sight. "I'm looking. Please mama, please, no more teasing I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want tonight, I'll eat your pussy, I'll fuck you all night please please please."

You blow just a tiny bit of cold air onto his cock, watching his jaw clench so hard you feel he might have almost broken his teeth. "When you ask that nicely, I think I have to. But you have to promise no more touching like you did tonight. Or your punishment will be so much worse."

You don't wait to hear a yes before your mouth envelops his cock and his actual answer gets lost in a should of your name as his hands move to your hair. He's not in charge of the pace, but he needs something other than the sheets to grab at. You hum at the slight tug, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock slowly before playing with the tip. You know this won't last long, Austin's cock was practically drenched in pre-come by the time you even touched him, but still you figure both you and him might as well enjoy it. Your hand moves to his balls, playing with them in your hand as you feel Austin trying not to move his hips too much. Another hum, a longer one leaves your lips again when you move your hand and attempt to relax your throat, grabbing at Austin's hips to give him a cue to try and force his cock in a little more. Your mouth tenses just a tad before you realize he got the message and your head bobs as his hand twists even more into your hair until he's growling and groaning and you feel the first hint of his come before he lets out a choked out cry of your name. He's practically trembling when you pull off of him after you've swallowed, giving his cock little kitten licks as you do. His cock is still interested, twitching in a valiant attempt to get right back into the action when you finally pull up and give Austin a kiss, letting him taste himself on you.

"Good boy." A pause. "Now, what was this about eating my pussy? I think you might have earned it now. Earned all the attention I want to give you tonight."

Austin looks at you fo a moment, his chest heaving as he tries to settle himself before you see a glint in his eye as he slinks off the bed and onto the floor where he can put himself directly at eye level with your cunt.

"I worked up an appetite, mama, I hope you're ready."

[wri0thesley]

AHHHH u had me at "forbidden romance with the servant" trope from your arranged marriage posts lately and i absolutely cannot get rid of the concept in my mind now:((

I can only imagine how conflicted dear thoma would be if the reader asks him to be a bit more selfish and give in to his urges😳

Also!!!! love the kinktober fic for childe btw! You're doing so well dear<3

nights spent in your bed, when thunderstorms rage and ayato is nowhere to be seen, have become almost commonplace. thoma thinks he might hate ayato for it; for having you, so pliable and so pretty and so perfect in every way, and for not spending every moment he can with you - but too, he hates ayato for dangling you so close and yet so far. thoma has gotten no better at hiding his innate attraction - sometimes, he even lets himself breathe in the scent of your hair or lets his palm touch you in your nightclothes he has no business touching, merely grazing the skin and wishing he could hold and squeeze--

so when, one night, you have wrapped yourself about him with your head against the crook of his neck and thoma is rubbing soothing circles into your back, murmuring soft little reassurances, he thinks he is making things up when he hears your voice soft against his ear.

"thoma?" you ask, a reedy, quiet little thing. "may i ask you something?"

he can feel your cheeks heating up where they press against his bare skin. he swallows.

"of course, my lady," he says.

"i . . . will you touch me?" you ask, and there's a needy longing in your voice that makes thoma feel sick with want. you whimper again, as thunder rumbles above. "please."

"i am touching you, my lady," thoma says, for what he is wishing you mean cannot truly be what you actually mean. you shift even closer to him; he feels the beating of your heart through the thin fabric of your nightgown. the nightgown is pale blue silk, trimmed in white lace with bubbles embroidered all about the hem; ayato has pyjamas made in the same material, the same watery motif. thoma's heart beats in his ears as he remembers that he laundered ayato's set not twelve hours ago--

you take his hand. you are trembling. you look up at him with your eyes all big and wanting, all needy, like a doe - tears trembling on your lashline as you place his hand on your bared thigh.

"thoma," you say, breathless, wanting, ashamed. "i . . . please. let me feel like somebody cares."

thoma should not; this is a betrayal the kamisato clan could surely take his head for. he respects and fears and adores his lord. but your thigh is so soft. he cannot bear to leave you feeling as though he does not want you. he kisses you with fire raging in his heart as his fingers drift to the apex of your thighs, and all duty is forgotten when faced with you sighing his name adoringly into his ear

[hey-august]

Hiya, August! 💜 How you doing?

May I please request “Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?” and “You’re taking this so well..” the reader says it to Buggy🙈

Thank you so much! 💕

Hello hello! ❤️ I'm so good - I was very excited to get your request! The style is a little different than usual and I hope you like it. 🎁

Warnings: NSFW, NC17, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, oral m receiving, hand job, insertion sex, lil bit of fluff Word count: ~470

buggy is stubborn. you knew this, yet you’re surprised he’s held out this long. buggy’s also impatient and needy. when you told him not to come unless you said so, you thought he’d argue. buggy only liked constraints during sex when they were used on you. this time, you didn’t expect to see a competitive glint in his sea-green eyes.

buggy is a pushover when his cock is sucked. especially when sitting at his desk. you thought he’d beg to fuck your mouth. to feel you gag on him. but not this time. even when you teased him - ghosting your tongue along the length, making out with the weeping tip, hardly taking half of what you normally do - he held it in. shaky hands held the back of your head, but buggy refrained from pushing you down his cock. he wouldn’t last if that happened.

buggy is weak when your hands are on him. you started with one hand stroking what you weren’t sucking. when your tired jaw needed a break, you replaced your warm mouth with another hand. the change in sensation let buggy’s body relax. softening into the chair. his shallow breathing got deeper. lower. groaning. you couldn’t help but remark at how well he’s taking this. words that had his cock squeeze against your tight grip.

buggy is whining now that you’re riding him on the bed. impaling yourself on him. using his body for your pleasure while denying him his. he’s begging. pleading. practically crying. you feel so nice and he’s really close. he's been so good, please. hands on your hips try to slow your movements, wanting to stave off the orgasm that you haven’t approved yet. buggy’s reedy voice is going to your head. having this much power feels perverse, but you enjoy it. leaning in, you rock your hips against the pirate’s body and ask if he knows how much you love seeing him like this. his hands give up their losing mission and fist the sheets instead. please is the only word he can stutter out. it’s beautiful. 

buggy is grateful when you finally say yes. his cock twitches inside you before you finish speaking, releasing everything he held in. his eyes roll back and flutter. his back arches. his toes curl. seeing buggy succumb to the pleasure has your own climax come crashing down. you press your lips onto his, sharing your moans with him. his body trembles under yours as the remaining threads of your orgasm slip away, leaving you both exhausted.

buggy is sleeping. he’s clean, and so are you. he’s content. and so are you. he’s curled up under the sheets, your body wrapped around him. his back pressed into your chest, expanding with each deep breath. you brush the hair away from his face and hold him closer. sure he’s stubborn, but he’s your stubborn clown.

(prompt list)

[vampireterzo]

looking glass

uuuh mountaeon hand ficlet for @riconas

nearly 1k words of aeon getting fingered and mountain being a tease.

trans aeon, clit + cunt used for terms. implied cis mount.

contains: soft, gentledom mountain & needy, shy aeon. mirror sex ?, they r in love ur honor 🫶🏻

Aeon breathes, in and out, eyes locked on the mirror in front of him. Mountain stands behind him, big hands wrapped around the smaller ghoul’s waist, clever fingers dipped into the curve of his hipbones.

“Yeah?” Mountain muses, pressing feather light kisses into Aeon’s hair, a cheeky smirk plastered on his smug face.

“Uh-ugh, m’yeah. M’hm.” Aeon mumbles, dumbly.

Mountain hums, deep and bassy as he slides those sinful hands lower, down into the coarse hair on Aeon’s lower belly. Down, tapping his fingers just a tad too close to where the quintessence ghoul wants them most. Aeon whines with it, knees knocking together as he sways on his feet. Mountain pulls him flush against his chest, evidence of his arousal pressed hotly to Aeon’s back.

“I don’t think it’s fair that you have clothes on and I don’t.” Aeon says, tipping his head up to look Mountain in the eye. The earth ghoul grins, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Aeon’s cheek.

“All in time, moonflower, all in time.” Mountain tsks, a soft disapproval. “Eyes on yourself, like I told you, hmm?”

Aeon squirms, tilting his head back down to make eye contact with his very naked reflection. He swallows, belly swimming as Mountain drums one hand up his side, swirling patterns over cool grey skin. He caresses and pets, gooseflesh following in the wake of his dancing fingers. Mountain slides that one sinful hand up to cup the swell of Aeon’s chest, thumb swirling around a pert nipple.

Aeon whines, shivering in Mountain’s hold, thighs clamping together. Mountain chuffs, dipping his other hand lower.

“Open, darling.” He murmurs into Aeon’s hair, softly chiding.

Aeon obeys, shuffling his feet apart. Mountain drags a lazy finger through his folds, nipping at the shell of Aeon’s pointed ear.

“Look at you, all for me, huh?” Mountain rumbles, reverent baritone rolling over the planes of Aeon’s back. Aeon places a hand over Mountain’s, the one dipped between the smaller ghoul’s thighs, fingers not even spanning around his wrist. He squeezes, lip caught in his fangs.

“Hmm? More?” Mountain teases. “Use your words, blossom.”

“Please, Mount.” Aeon mumbles, barely there.

“What was that? I can’t seem to hear you.” Mountain replies, easy as he draws lazy circles around Aeon’s clit.

Aeon shakes, knees bent as he slides against the larger ghoul. Mountain chuffs out a laugh, seemly taking pity on him as he slips a finger inside. Aeon’s breath catches like his body has forgotten how to breathe and his chin hits his chest, mouth hung open like a fish out of water.

“You really are needy aren’t you, hmm?” Mountain says, grinning against the hammering of Aeon’s pulse, teeth sharp. He hooks a claw under Aeon’s chin and tilts his head back up, eyes flashing in the mirror’s reflection.

Mountain kneels, bringing Aeon down with him, until they’re settled with Aeon pinned against the mirror with Mountain’s thighs bracketing his own. Mountain holds Aeon to his chest with his free hand, face in his neck like he’s committing his scent to memory, the hand between the quintessence ghoul’s quivering thighs never ceases its sinful torment.

Aeon shifts his hips, trapped between the incessant petting of teasing hands and the very prominent arousal of the owner of said hands. He whines, high and reedy, as he makes his choice. He rolls his hips downward, bouncing on Mountain’s fingers. Mountain slips another finger into the tight heat of him, rumbling lowly in his chest when Aeon whines with it.

Mountain crooks his fingers, searching, petting to find that one little spot that makes Aeon see stars. He tightens his hold around Aeon’s belly, fingers digging in, one hand nearly covering the entirety of the smaller ghoul’s abdomen. Aeon swallows, mouth dry, his eyes dropping down to where Mountain’s fingers disappear inside him, slick dripping from his cunt to the wood floors. He can barely breath, heart hammering in his chest.

Mountain growls, bares his teeth against the side of Aeon’s neck, fangs catching on the fragile skin. Aeon’s eyes snap back up to the mirror, watching himself, watching Mountain.

“Evil, you’re evil.” Aeon slurs, face slack as his hips jerk and spasm, eyes locked to his own reflection.

Mountain laughs, proving his point. “I know, my star.”

Mountain’s hand picks up speed, slick sounds flooding the room with noise. Tears gather in Aeon’s eyes, pupils blown wide with need. He whimpers, lips curling.

“Close.” He whines. “I’m-“

Mountain shushes him, the hand on his belly sliding up to rest on his chest, flat against the frantic fluttering of Aeon’s heart. “I know, let go, I have you.”

Aeon’s blood roars in his ears, hips rocking and tears finally spilling down his face as he cums, hard. He sobs with it, spasming and thrashing in Mountain’s grip, the mirror rattling against his knees.

Mountain presses his forehead to Aeon’s temple, humming softly as the other ghoul comes down. Aeon heaves, turning his head to bump Mountain’s horns with his, sniffling wetly. He squeaks when Mountain slips his fingers from his body, shivering the last of his arousal away.

Mountain kisses at his heated cheeks, a deep, rumbling purr settling in his chest. He sits back and pulls Aeon into his lap, nuzzling against his hair.

“You okay?” Mountain asks, hand smoothing down Aeon’s back.

“M’good.” Aeon mumbles, jaw slack as Mountain sways them back and forth.

Mountain smiles, warm this time, and takes one of Aeon’s smaller hands in his.

“Did good, did I?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Maybe I’ll use more than just two next time.”

Aeon’s eyes catch on the sight of Mountain’s hand dwarfing his own and he swallows, breath caught in his throat.

“Um, when is ‘next time’ exactly.”

It’s going to be quite a long night.