#i wanna squeeze his face so hard his cheeks make it impossible for him to open his eyes

[heesimp]

the anal drabble with jay…i need more anal writing on enhablr…especially with jay. i know he’s obsessed with ass

you get me, anon.

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You’re perched on Jay’s lap with your arms tucked around him and his hands on the globe of your asscheeks. You’re riding his cock in a lazy motion, slowly lifting off of him before sinking back down on his hard dick that twitches every so often. You kiss him slowly, tongue licking his own as you push your body impossibly close to his.

He moves his hand down to rub your tight hole with the pads of his fingers.

“Jay…”

“Shh. Let me play with your little ass.”

You hide your face in his neck. “D-Don’t say that.”

“You don’t like it when I talk about your ass?” Jay frowns. His fingers rub back and forth against your wrinkled hole and your body jolts against his touch every single time. “I wanna put my cock in here.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, baby. Stuff my fat cock inside your ass.”

“It’ll be too tight.”

Jay moans. “Just how I like it. I wanna see your ass struggle to take me before I fuck you.” The tip of his index finger breaches the hole and your pussy clenches around him. “Oh yeah, sweetheart. My little angel loves getting her ass played with, him?”

“I don’t…”

“That’s a lie. Your pussy clenches every time I talk about anal.”

“I…That’s not true.” You clench again.

“You’ll love anal sex.” Jay kisses your cheek as you grind against him, his wet cock plunging right into you in all the right spots. “You’ll be begging for your ass pounded in no time. God, yeah, I want to stretch your tight hole. Make you miss me there too.”

You speak barely above a whisper. “Want you to force it in.”

“Oh yeah? Shove my cock inside even if you don’t want it?” You push your hands on his shoulders and start to bounce your pussy on his cock. Jay holds you by the waist and looks up at you, smirking when your face squeezes in delight. “You’ll love feeling me cum in there. I’ll make it all wet and slippery just like I make your pussy.”

“Yes, yes!”

“My angel will take it up your ass like a good girl, right? My little anal angel.”

“I want it!” Jay moans with you and thrusts his hips up to meet your thighs. You cum around his dick and he pushes it back into you.

“I’ll make you crave it too.”

[sapphism-and-cyanide]

The joke where a guy goes "I'm not gay, but the things I would do to that man would make you think otherwise" but it's me, an enby lesbian @ Dottore, Scaramouche, and Albedo. And like I guess Childe kind of but like more so in the "I'll like hit it once, throw you on the floor, kick you in the gut five times, and then just leave you there" way lmfao

[bi-writes]

Does MOB ever just like.. walk up to Simon and like... Grab his ass?? Fondle his tibbies a lil bit?? Give a good squeeze to his cheeks or his milkers?? Cause if he was my husband and he was okay w it I would do that shit literally on sight every day

mail-order bride

you've been staring since he walked into the room.

he's wearing a shirt two times too small. it must be laundry day. either way, your husband looks...bigger than normal. he's cooking, standing at the kitchen counter as he sears off a few pieces of something in a pot, and when he drops a few dashes of soy sauce into the pot, you think a man has never looked so sexy sauteing onions.

he turns finally to the cutting board behind him, and he winks when he meets your eyes. you giggle involuntarily, a shrill sound leaving you because you have the biggest fucking crush on this man.

can men have tits? they can. they do. simon does. and you can see them in this tiny fucking shirt, and now you understand sometimes why your dresses end up torn on the floor of your living room--because you just want it.

"simon--"

"'ello, luv," he hums, licking some sauce off his finger before going back to chopping some herbs that lay on the cutting board. you pad further into the kitchen, coming close, and he looks up finally when you're standing right beside him. "somethin' wrong?"

"you're so hot," you whisper, and simon continues chopping, big arm moving as he leans over into your space a little.

"wot's tha'?"

"you're so hot, simon."

he chuckles lowly, moving the knife under the pile to place into a bowl. he sets down the knife and turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest. fuck, it's making his chest look bigger, ughhh...

"somethin' the matter? ya sick?"

"no," you whine, reaching over, and he drops his arms when you forcibly move them away, pushing your hands up his stomach, over his pecs, squeezing the firm muscle there. "oh my god..." you lean in, getting on your toes, and he gives in quite easily, kissing you warmly. "i can't believe you're mine--"

simon huffs as you throw your arms around his neck, lifting your leg around his waist, and he bends to hoist you into his arms as you start trying to climb him like your very own tree (which even then might be impossible, with the huge trunk of a man that he is). you sigh when he drops your weight onto the counter, and with less distance between you, you take full advantage--licking into his mouth, feeling and squeezing up his chest, whispering between kisses i love you and is it hot in here or is it just you? and i want this, i want you, please, simon.

"wot's gotten into ya, baby?" simon murmurs, holding you at a distance. you're eager to get back to him, to kiss him again, and you whimper when he holds you firm, making you look at him. "hmm?"

"i don't know," you breathe, panting. you squeeze the back of his neck, whining, and you try and scoot closer. "i don't know, i just...you look so good...i just..."

the smile that spreads across his face takes your breath away. he's not pretty, but he's pretty. his face tells a thousand stories. a missing tooth or two, a cut lip that never healed right, the slashes that have closed over unevenly across his eyes and along his cheek--but why is he so gorgeous? what makes you so feral for this one man, more than you've ever been for anyone else in your entire life?

there's just something about him. something about simon makes him so beautiful. there's a soft heart underneath that solid chest, there's a full belly and warm body under your hands as you explore the ridges and dips of the rest of his body. he's got the stature of a protector, the eyes of a killer, but fuck, he loves like no one else.

he loves you. he loves like no one else does, ever will, ever has, and he loves you.

you giggle as you cup his cheeks, tracing his lips with your thumb, admiring him.

"sorry, it's hard to be serious," you sigh, shaking your head. "just wanna jump your bones, simon."

"me, too, luv."

"then what are we waiting for, simon?"

he tsks, drawing you closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

"no idea, baby. no fucking clue."

[rafesangelita]

farmer’s!daughter!reader surprising rafe with her cheerleading costume!

warnings: cowboy!rafe, sexual innuendos, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl, use of the name ‘daddy’ (just once), pet names, slight praise, cream pie

a/n: you can find the halloween costumes for all my !reader’s here <3 thank you for your req!

“okay! you promise you won’t laugh?” rafe sat up against the headboard of your bed, waiting in anticipation as you hid from him behind the bathroom door. “i promise, ‘darlin, just come out.” he watched as you stepped into his view, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. there you were, the prettiest girl he has ever known in a cheer costume get-up. “..well?” you smiled, shimmying the pom poms at him as an amused expression took over rafe’s features.

“woww,” he nodded approvingly, “do a spin for me, doll face.” you giggled, bending over slightly for him to get a full view of your ass peeking out of your shorts. he clenched his fists at the sight. you were just too dang perfect. his eyes ran down your form, a deep breath leaving his lips when you stepped closer to him. “does this cowgirl like reverse?” he raised a brow at you. leaning down, you pressed a kiss to his lips before whispering; ‘mmhm, she loves it..’

shortly after you said that, rafe had you bouncing on his cock, his large hands squeezing the flesh of your hips where he fucked into you with vigor. “fuck, baby,” his forehead rested on your back as you moved on top of him, “riding your favorite cowboy, hm?” you cried out, nodding even though he couldn’t see your face. “mm, f-fuck— yes, ray!” he grunted, fingers snaking down to stroke your sensitive clit. your nails dug into his thighs, your pom poms long forgotten on the floor.

you looked so sexy, your needy pussy swallowing him whole with every deep stroke. “goddamn, you’re taking it like a fuckin’ champ.” he landed a hard smack to your ass, shushing you when you cried out at the stinging sensation. “nghh— you feel so good, sweetheart, holy—” you sat back on your hands, grinding on him slowly while resting your head against his chest. “wanna make you cum so bad, daddy.” you whimpered, letting him litter your neck with wet kisses.

rafe couldn’t think straight. with the way your cunt had a death grip on his cock, he found it nearly impossible to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. balling one of your pigtails around his fist, he yanked you down, using you as leverage to thrust into you at an unforgiving pace. your tits bounced with every snap of his hips, your hand holding onto the nape of his neck for balance. rafe felt your walls flutter around his length, a telltale sign that you were going to cum soon.

“s’my little slut gonna cum?” he rasped in your ear, the pads of his fingers rubbing mercilessly on your swollen bud. you hiccuped, a gasp leaving your lips when he licked a stripe up the column of your throat before kissing you sloppily. rafe groaned inside your mouth, the build up of his peak beginning to take effect. “please! want you to fill me up..” you whined, his large arm wrapping around your torso to keep you close. soon enough, you were shaking in his embrace, your thighs threatening to shut around his hand.

“doing so good, baby, m’gonna fill you to the brim.” he bear hugged you against his chest to keep you still, spilling inside of you as you squeezed around his length. he was panting against your skin, trailing kisses up your shoulder. “m’tired now.” you mumbled, letting rafe take what was left of your costume off. “i know we don’t celebrate halloween, but damn we need to do that more often.” he laughed tirelessly, stroking your cheek.

[kissedsuns]

JUST THE TIP, LANDO NORRIS.

cw: SMUT, p in v, virgin!reader, crying, established rel

"i'm nervous, lan." you bite down on the inside of your cheek, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you watch lando push his boxers down. your eyes rake over his tanned skin, adorned with a few freckles here and there. he looks so eager, so hungry, but you're still a virgin.

"i know, baby," lando's voice is soft as he gently pats your thigh. "but i'll be gentle. i promise."

you swallow thickly, your mind racing with uncertainty. the sight of him, so big and ready, makes you debate if this is really a good idea. the last thing you want is to be split in half during your first time.

sensing your hesitation, lando leans down and plants a small kiss on the top of your head. "alright, baby, why don't you turn around f'me?"

you comply, shifting your body to give him easier access. lando carefully positions himself, lining up with your entrance, but a wave of anxiety churns in your stomach.

"wait—lando, i'm not sure if i can do this," you suddenly blurt out, making him halt instantly as you begin to feel self— conscious.

"aw, y'gonna be fine. just gotta trust me, kay?" he says, hands coming down to anchor your hips in place.

you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, bracing yourself as you feel his cock press against your entrance. you're already wet, but the anticipation makes you jump when his fingers slide down to rub on your clit.

"mm, lando!" you gasp.

"'s alright, pretty girl. just wanna feel how wet you are," he murmurs. after a few more teasing strokes, he brings his hand back up to steady your hips.

you're excited, sure, but you're still a little queasy at thought of him stretching you out with his size. just the sight alone of his fat cock would be enough to make any girl nervous.

"just the tip," you manage to say.

"just the tip, got it," lando affirms.

he eases the tip of his hard length inside you. the rest of him hangs outside, but it's clear that lando's control is starting to waver. you're starting to grow impatient. the tip isn't nearly enough to satisfy you, but admitting that you crave more—that you need more—feels impossible.

sensing your frustration, lando pauses and asks, "do you want me to move—?"

"yes." you quickly interrupt him.

a smirk tugs at lando's lips as he slowly inches his length deeper inside, responding to your desperate plea. then you finally feel it—his thick cock practically prodding against your cervix. it's euphoric. "ohmygod—lando!" you cry out.

he shifts slightly, and the movement sends his cock dragging against your gummy walls, pulling a deep, almost animalistic groan from you.

"'s okay, 's okay, angel," he soothes, his grip on your hips tightening as he begins to thrust more harshly inside you.

he glances down, watching his cock disappear in your little cunt. "fuck, she's sucking me right back in," he groans. "this is much better, yeah?" he coos, unable to contain the smirk forming on his stupid face. you nod dumbly as tears begin to pool in the corners of your glossy eyes. nothing could ever compare to the way you're feeling right now.

© kissedsuns

[lostalioth]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬

→ premise: steve’s favorite thing was to have you in his lap. feeling you impossibly close, your cunt squeezing his cock. he loves the intimacy, you however can’t stand sitting so still.

→ pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, cock warming, begging, daddy kink, nicknames [baby, angel], reader calls him stevie, not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 13

Steve loved feeling impossibly close to you in any way that he could, entangling your limbs and holding you as tightly as he could as the two of you fell deep into sleep. However he had another way that he loved feeling close and to have those intimate moments with you, one you always seemed too just impatient for.

“Steviee please move your hips just a lil, i've been s’good” you whine out attempting to grind your pelvis down on his trying anything to get friction or movement. He tsks and grabs a hold of your hips keeping you stationary and making it harder to move. even if his cock that was currently buried to the hilt inside you jumps at the little bit of pleasure your desperate squirming gives him.

“Just stay still a little longer, angel okay? Can you do that for daddy?” He coos and rubs his thumb over your cheek as you pout at him and soften your eyes, trying your best interruption of puppy dog eyes. “Nooo come on, just a couple more minutes baby, i like feeling close to you like this” his signature charming smile spreads on his face, the same smile that made you fall for him.

“Buttt i wanna cum daddy, pleaseee i've been good haven't i?” You whine out, dragging out your words as your pussy clenches and continues leaking on his cock coating it in your slick. “Not being so good right now” he hisses out as his patience is being tested by your impatience. Gripping your chin in his hand he pulls your face up close to his, your lips pressed against his as he speaks looking right in your eyes. “You really wanna cum baby?” He questions even though he knew the answer, you just said it and he could clearly feel your pussy throbbing begging for relief.

You nod slowly, your hips trying their hardest to push against his grip now that he was only holding you with one hand. “Then beg, beg to cum on my cock angel” lightly he leaves a peck to your lips before letting go of both your face and your body.

Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, he tosses his arms behind his head and lets your body chase the euphoria of your high by yourself. Your hips immediately buck and fall into a frantic rhythm as you ride him, your pleas falling out of your mouth.

“Pleaseee, i've been good i just wanna cum daddy” you cry out, your eyes screwing shut as his cock rubs along your velvety walls with each drag of your hips. “Wanna cum so bad please, i'll keep cock warming daddy after” you whine, your begging not falling on deaf ears. Steve knew you were always far more patient and pilate in his arms after he’s made you cum a few times, it was a bit of a bad idea to attempt this before that. “Need to cum s’bad pleaseee Steviee” you moan out, your words mushing and slurring together the tighter the knot gets in the pit of your stomach.

“Pleasee daddy, fuck~ cock s’big and feels s’good” you moan out getting a bit sidetracked in your pleas as the pleasure hits your head more, making it go fuzzy as your hips flatter in thier grinding.

Steve holds onto your body taking over, pulling you down flush against his chest as he jackhammers up inside you, his hips smacking against your ass as his cock hits your cervix hard with each thrust. “You can cum angel, cum for daddy” he instructs in his soft tone as his own high is fast approaching, that in all honesty being the only reason he gave in faster than he intended to.

”Fuck!” You scream out in a wanton moan as your climax crashes over, your pussy clenching down hard on Steve’s cock milking his own orgasm out of him steadily after. “Atta girl baby, s’good for me” he coos as the both of you ride out your highs, your body melting into his arms and turning into a pilate dulce mush against him. “Thank you daddy” you mumble out as you bury your face in his neck, attempting to dig your way under his skin if you could.

He smiles as he had finally calmed you down and got what he wanted, to feel as close as he possibly could to you.

His cum slowly leaking out of your puffy cunt that was still wrapped around his cock warming him, helping that feeling along.

→ a/n: i rushed this as its WAY later than when i wanted/needed to post this to be on track with kinktober (there will hopefully be a second post today and 2 tm lmao to get me back on track to finish AGAIN)

[luveline]

Ok this isn’t Halloween but I would love to see a fic of the first time r spends the night at Aaron’s and she changes into her pj which r these super cute delicate tank and shorts set and Aaron goes crazy!! Like he’s a gentleman obvi (or trying hard to be) but he starts opening my flirting with her and she’s so confused bc usually he’s much more subtle

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

cw adult theme mdni

You don't bother changing in the bathroom. It's not an attempt to come onto him, though you're wondering if he might want that, but a realistic practice. If Aaron wants to be intimate with you tonight he's going to see much more of you than your bra.

He returns from the bathroom as you're pulling down your camisole. It's a simple pair of pyjamas but made of a more expensive fabric, the shorts bordering immodest and the camisole cupping your breasts with enough support that a quick glance in the mirror tells you what you'd wanted to know; you look cute. 

Aaron smiles at you, something unreadable in his expression. His brows lift ever so slightly. "Nice socks." 

"I get cold feet sometimes," you say, pressing your fuzzy heels together. 

"Yeah?" he asks, pushing his hair out of his face. "Me too." 

"What side do you sleep on?" you ask. 

"What side do you sleep on?" he asks back. "Go where you want." 

You pick a random side, too nervous to think about it in depth. The sheets are crisps to the touch and smell freshly laundered, soft against your naked legs. You feel a little like you're playing make believe all cleaned and washed yourself, your heart in your wrist as you squeeze it, watching him flick off the big light and cross the carpeted floor slowly. His room, his entire apartment, is smart but cosy, ambient lamp light and open space. 

"Do you wanna watch TV?" he asks, putting the remote in your lap as he shakes out the sheet and slips in next to you. His body heat is immediately felt. His knee brushes yours as he leans in. "Hold that button down." 

Despite what you'd said about cold feet, you're nervous and he runs warm; by the time you've found something to watch on TV he's sewn his arm through yours and you're practically running a temperature. You have to take your legs back out and lie atop the sheets. 

You pull a knee up. The shorts ease down. 

Aaron sinks into the bed with you, his head just a touch higher than your own. "I'm really happy you're here," he says. 

"I'm happy too," you say, turning your face to his. Nervous, sure, but this is a milestone for your new relationship you're ecstatic to achieve. 

Even if he doesn't have any seductive intention tonight, you're eager to spend the night in his arms. He's older (impossible to ignore), more gentlemanly as a consequence, and during the course of your relationship there have been more important things than sex, like establishing trust with one another, and making sure that your relationship could withstand his constant working. 

"I'm really happy," you say, lifting your chin and fireworks erupt in your chest as he leans down to meet you, kissing you gently. 

"Is this…" His hand trails to the soft of your stomach, pink brushing your thigh where it's hiked. "Your usual nighttime attire?" 

"This is the wanting my boyfriend to like it attire," you confess, because he already knows. Aaron knows everything. He could tell you where you bought them if you gave him long enough.

"Consider them true to form," he says, hand sliding like a heavy, hot weight across your stomach and leaving a worse heat behind. "You look amazing." 

"Yeah?" you ask. 

His lips skin your cheek. He nudges you with his nose to encourage your head back and kisses softly under the line of your jaw, "They're a little small," he says, kissing between whispers, "the shorts." 

"They're not tight," you whisper in turn. 

His hand falls to your thigh, spreading your legs a terrible inch as he tugs at the hem of your shorts. His fingertips dip under them a millimetre as he agrees, "No, they're not. Your top, though…" 

"It was a matching set. I couldn't choose–" 

"Do you have many like it?" he asks, pulling away, meeting your eyes with a charge you've only seen a handful of times. You know exactly what it means, your chest aching with want as his hand comes to rest at the top of your thigh. 

"Sure. Two or three." 

"That won't do." 

You're nervous, but he's your boyfriend. You know more about him than he might think even if you don't know him intimately yet, and his arduousness makes you laugh. He's always been such a gentleman —not many men would ask you to be their girlfriend with a pearl necklace, or invite you to stay the night via text rather than at the end of a date. You'd expected your first time together to be a come up for coffee situation, but he's never propositioned you that way. The text was a sweet surprise, an addition. 

Would you like to stay over after dinner on Friday? Let me know. Can't wait to see you either way. 

No matter what you want, Aaron wants that too. 

You turn into his lap and catch his lips with yours, his hand encroaching on the soft fat of your inner thigh. 

His lips part under yours and you take his face into your hands, a giving in if there ever were one, hoping it says everything you're too shy to admit aloud. No matter how much he clearly likes the shorts, he abandons your thigh and hugs your back to him instead, your chests pressed together until yours is heaving for air. 

"You're usually more subtle than this," you tease, breathless, good-natured. 

"You aren't usually wearing this," he says, his usually smooth voice roughened, "I'm losing my mind." 

"Well, we can't have that." 

He leans back in, laughing against your lips. When his hand works its way under your camisole, you think about where you can get more pyjamas like these ones considering he likes them so badly, but then his hand crawls higher and the thought leaves your mind for the time being. 

[roxierae]

wanna comfort bsf!jj after a run in with his dad…

him turning up at your door, his glazed over eyes avoiding yours, face bloody and beaten as he sniffs. your eyebrows knit together in a sorrowful expression but he brushes it off, not wanting the fuss. without another word you’re welcoming him inside and quietly leading him up the stairs into your bathroom, careful to make sure your parents don’t wake up.

once he’s situated, calloused and bruised hands resting on your thighs, sitting prettily on the bathroom counter infront of him. you begin dabbing a cotton pad of rubbing alcohol onto the worse cuts, his thumb rubbing comforting circles onto your leg.

“‘y gonna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, breaking the comfortable silence whilst clicking the bottle shut and disposing of the cotton pad in the little trash can, reaching for the disinfectant cream.

you’re patient as ever, waiting until he’s ready to give a truthful answer. he sucks in a breath, blowing it out of his lips, clearly stalling. you squirt the cream onto your middle finger, carefully dabbing it over the graze on his nose bridge.

“‘s just my dad, y’know. nothing that hasn’t happened before.” he sees the sadness glaze over your eyes and his hands finds your waist, encircling it softly as he reassures you. “you don’t gotta worry about me sweet cheeks, just lucky i got a hot ass nurse to patch me up, right?” he grins at you as tears cloud your vision.

“just wish there was something i could do to make it all go away, jayj..” you sniffle, downcast eyes meeting his own, smirk painted on his rubied lips as an idea struck him suddenly.

when jj said he could think of something that’d make him feel better you were more than happy to oblige, wanting nothing more than to see him smiling and joking like usual, without that sad glint in his eye that he tried ever so hard to hide from you.

that’s how you’d ended up on top of him in bed, fingernails biting into his strong chest as you use them as leverage to bounce. little pyjama shorts discarded on the floor, on top of the strewn pile of jj’s clothes.

“mm- yea just like that baby, you got it-“ he chokes out through a whimper, squeezing your hips tighter as he guides you, biceps practically bulging as he does so. you throw your head back, little mewls of pleasure leaving your parted lips, his praise spurring you on further.

despite his calm demeanour, he was practically frozen in shock on the inside watching the star of every one of his wet dreams since he’d known you, pretty tits bounce in his face as you took his dick all the way to the hilt, his needy tip kissing your cervix with every bounce of your hips. he was finding it impossible to believe he wasn’t imagining it.

“jay! ‘m gonna cum!” you squeal out, and he feels your pussy clamp down on him, letting out a low groan at the feeling as he brings you closer and closer to your breaking point. “c’mon pretty girl, ‘m right here with you. let it all out, i got you.” he praises mindlessly, eyes squeezed shut as he pleads with himself to hold out a little longer.

the slapping of skin becomes more miscalculated and faster as both of your orgasms hit you like a train, a choir of moans, groans and whimpers echoing around the room as jj releases his warm seed inside of you.

you sigh tiredly, pressing your sweat-slicked body against jj’s as you both pant for air. “shit..” he whispers quietly, running an absentminded hand through his hair.

“thankyou jj.” you manage after a few seconds of comfortable silence, cheek pressed against his pec. he chuckles tiredly, craning his neck a little to meet your eyes, “yeah? for what, baby?” he asks, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“‘f making me feel good.” you smile, eyes full of adoration for the boy you’d loved all your life, but you could never quite say it. you’d settle for this.

“damn, i should be the one sayin’ that to you. hardest i’ve ever nut in my life.” he jokes, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head. you giggle, flustered, tucking your face further into his neck, and breathing him in. a scent you could recognise anywhere.

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Hear me out please…

Imagine Bucky doing this as a way to get you stay home from work and says something like “Nope. You can’t leave. If you leave, I’m going with you.”

The Bed's Warm, Why Go?

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: swearing, unprotected sex (darlings, please wrap your man's pig in a blanket), p in v, nipple sucking, mentions of cum, cumming inside. (If I have left anything out pls DM me and let me know 😊)

WORD COUNT: 730

ENJOY!

"Doll, don't leave me all alone," his arm snakes around your middle just as you're about to get up from bed. He pulls you towards him, and your back hits his warm, bare chest.

"Love, you know I don't wanna go," you turn in your place and smile at him while scratching his stubble. "Then don't," he pouts and rubs your hip, then cups the back of your knee and hooks your leg over his muscular thigh.

"I need to earn, Bucky. How else am I gonna spoil my favourite man, hmm?" Bucky smirks, and you can see his cheeks flush slightly red. He sits against the headboard and lifts you as though you weigh nothing, setting you on his thighs.

"Stay with me, princess. Call in sick," he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close as he stuffs his face between your breasts. You sigh and chuckle softly, running your hands through his fluffy bed hair.

"Convince me," you whisper. And that's it. That's all Bucky needed to hear.

He quickly flips the both of you, settling in between your legs. "Don't have to tell me twice, doll."

He tugs your underwear to the side, and slips his cock free from the restraints of his boxers.

You'll never really get over how big your boyfriend is. You start to whine, needing to feel something. "Bucky."

He smirks at your neediness, bending to catch your lips in a chaste kiss. "Oh, I know, doll, I know. Trust me, I'm going to fuck you so good that you forget about work. So good, that the way you walk into work tomorrow, your co-workers are going to think you were really sick."

A whimper leaves your lips, and he chuckles, tapping his cock on your clit. You gasp at the sensation. "Yes, please. Bucky, oh god," you whine, gripping onto his shoulders.

His brows pinched together as he slowly slips into your weeping hole. "Fuck. So, fucking tight, princess." You throw your head back against the pillows, biting your lip as you feel your walls trying their best to accommodate his girth.

He bottoms out in you, and you feel his pubic hair tickle your sensitive button. "Bucky, move please," you whine again. He leans back and grabs your hips, then he starts to pull out until it's just the tip of him inside.

Then he slams into you, and you wail his name. His thrusts start to become harsher, and your moans become more higher in pitch. "Such a good girl for me, yeah? Taking everything I give you."

You moan and start babbling when he hits that particular spot on your spongy wall. "Fuck, Bucky. Right there, right there!" Bucky bends, grabbing the headboard with one hand and tossing your leg over his shoulder with the other.

Reaching new depths into your canal, you scream in pleasure. "Oh yeah, just like that doll. Let the neighbours know how good I make you feel," he sucks a bruising kiss on your neck before sloppily marking up the rest of the column of your throat.

His thrusts are short and hard, and with each one of them, you move closer to the headboard. "Fuck, Bucky, you feel so good," you whine loudly.

You clench around him hard, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. "Babe, I'm close." Bucky groans at your words, thrusting faster. "Shit, me too."

The band tightens until the tension breaks. You arch your back as you gush all over Bucky's cock. "OH FUCK."

Bucky grunts, feeling you milk him. "God, so pretty when you come like that, princess."

You feel his thrusts falter in pace, indicating he's close. You reach behind him and grab his ass, squeezing the muscle. "C'mon baby, come for me," you whisper. He groans, pressing himself against you. Your thigh is impossibly pressed against your chest, and you moan again.

"Shit," Bucky grunts as his body goes slack, and you feel his warm load paint the inside of your walls.

You both pant hard, trying to catch your breaths.

After a while, Bucky removes your leg from his shoulder, and then proceeds to lay himself on top of you. Resting his head on your boobs, he smiles tiredly. "So, you going to work?" he raises a brow.

All you can do is just laugh and playfully flick at his nose.

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Thanks for the ask, babes!!!!

Absolutely, in love with that gif.

I srsly can't stop looking at it, LMAO.

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[agirlnamedelia]

Dessert || SugarDaddy!Bakugou x Reader

genre: fluff pairing: SugarDaddy!Bakugou x Reader words: 540

You sit across from Bakugou in a cozy café, sunlight filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow on the table between you. His intense gaze is locked onto you, his usual scowl softened, but still undeniably Bakugou. His arms are crossed over his chest, and you can tell he’s annyoed.

“I told you, I don’t need anything,” you say gently, taking a sip of your coffee. The sweetness of the drink is a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

Bakugou clicks his tongue in frustration. “Tch, you’re too damn stubborn, you know that?” His voice is gruff, but there’s an underlying warmth that only you can recognize. He leans back in his chair, running a hand through his ash-blond hair. “I’ve got the money, so why the hell wouldn’t I spend it on you?”

You give him a soft smile, reaching out to touch his hand. “Because I don’t need anything, Katsuki. Just being with you is enough.”

He glares at you, though there’s no real heat behind it. “You think I’m just gonna sit here and do nothing? That’s not how this works, dammit. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the possessiveness in his tone making your cheeks flush. “I know, but—”

“No buts,” he cuts you off, his voice firm. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?” His hand closes around yours, his grip strong yet gentle. “You’re not supposed to say no when I wanna spoil you.”

You laugh softly, squeezing his hand. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, Katsuki. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

He huffs, his ruby eyes narrowing at you. “I don’t do anything I don’t wanna do, got it? If I wanna buy you shit, I’m gonna buy you shit.”

You can’t help but smile at his stubbornness. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he replies, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, almost affectionate growl. “So let me take care of you, okay?”

You sigh, giving in just a little. “Alright, but only because I know it makes you happy.”

His smirk widens, and for a moment, you see the pride in his eyes. “Damn right it does.” He pulls his hand away to reach into his pocket, taking out his wallet. “Now, what the hell do you want? And don’t even think about saying ‘nothing’ again.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Fine, how about we just get dessert--something small.”

Bakugou grins, his expression softening in that rare way that’s reserved only for you. “Now we’re talking.” He waves over the waiter, ordering the most extravagant dessert on the menu, despite your protests. When the waiter leaves, he looks back at you, a smug look on his face. “See? Was that so hard?”

You roll your eyes playfully but you just can’t hide your smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, yeah. But you love me anyway,” he says confidently, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied look.

And as the dessert arrives, looking far more decadent than you’d expected, you realize that maybe letting Bakugou spoil you every now and then isn’t so bad after all.

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Strawberry - (c.b. one-shot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): He took his arm back, pushing you back into the bed, your cheek flush against the mattress. “Lost that fuckin privilege since you can’t keep y’teeth in y’mouth. Wanna act like an animal you’ll get fucked like an animal sweetheart” he spread your cheeks, one of them stinging from his rough assault on it as he continued to pound you, watching as your cunt gushed around him in awe. 

♡ One-shot Inspo: Strawberries Attract success, good fortune, and favorable circumstances. Served as a love food. Leaves are carried for luck. ♡ Summary: Carmy fucks you nearly to heaven from the back, enjoy! Inspired by the filthy wonderful beautiful perfect inspiring big juicy brained @carmenberzattosgf <3 love u mami ♡ W/C: 1,616 ;) ♡ Posted Date: 06/05/2024 ♡ A/N:  HELLO!!! To the folks that have asks rotting away in my inbox I stg they're getting written- but that task is made near impossible when my little filthy olive martini @carmenberzattosgf posts something SO good that it takes up my entire brain and I have to write something inspired by it. Please by god go read this my pussy was screaming by the end like - I think she woke up the neighbors. Anywhore, enjoy this filthy-mouthed Carmen, no D words to be found here folks so for those of you who hate it you're in luck! And to those that will miss it...you'll see Carmy is still daddy af. ENJOY my friends xoxo ♡ Warnings for BTC: Smut smut , fem!reader, Black!Reader friendly (pics are pure vibes), unprotected sex, swearing, fluffy aftercare, domestic bliss

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

Deep. 

So, so fucking deep. You could hardly even think. 

Short squeak-like moans were leaving your lips with each snap of Carmys hips. The headboard was only lightly tapping the wall thanks to the stoppers he’d with quickness got on Amazon and by the grace of god and 24 hour delivery they had came a day after the first time his neighbor came by and slammed on the door, telling you both to ‘shut the fuck up or get a hotel’ 

You could barely register the light tap on the wall and the squeak of the mattress because Carmy would not. shut. up. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Pussy has me in a vice baby you like this, mm? Feels so good f’you, huh? Yeah I can fuckin tell- god y’sound so pretty”  he rambled on. When he fucked you from behind, he usually got really chatty. You weren’t sure if it was because he got bored since he couldn’t watch you with his big blue owl-like eyes, or if his confidence was just boosted because you weren’t watching him while he spoke so less anxiety - but you loved it.

“Yes- yes- Carmy- shit - oh fuck” you whimper as he hauled you up by your upper arms, wrapping his strong bicep around your neck, messily kissing your sweat-sticky neck and groaning into your skin as your core squeezed around him hard causing a wet schlick-schlick-schlick to fill the room

“Yeah? Yeah baby? Say it again tell me how much you fuckin love it hmm? That you love when I fill this pussy up. You love it when I make sure you can feel me t’morrow huh?” He squeezed your neck with his muscular arm and dear god were you glad he couldn’t see your face because you lost all control, practically shaking as he held you up, his cock so deep inside that his tip was giving your cervix a gentle little kiss with each thrust. 

“I’m fucking cumming” you manage out, holding his arm and squeezing tight, head falling back and body going slack against him. He used his other hand to press right above your mound, the added pleasure causing tears to seep from your eyes down your neck. 

“Look at you pretty girl takin me so well- so fuckin well. Jus’ a little longer huh? Wan’me to fill you up still baby?” He said hotly in your ear, taking your diamond earring he had bought you from Tiffany’s last week that was adorning your lobe and sucking on it gently, nose gently nudging the side of your face. 

“So- so good so good” you echo him, not even thinking with your head anymore. When you opened your eyes your vision was hazy with tears, in your peripheral you could see the edges of blonde curls. 

“Yeah?” He chuckled a bit, going harder as he chased his own high “so fuckin good f’me. That’s why I take care’you so good mm princess?” He loosened up is grip on your throat lightly and held your shoulder, sweetly kissing your cheek. Your mouth dropped in pleasure, practically drooling at how good he was making you feel. 

“Y-yes. Yes. God Carmy- god I fuckin love you” you mewled. You weren’t sure what came over you exactly, but you turned your face, giving his bicep a chaste kiss before biting down. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise. He hissed In pain, before taking his hand from your stomach and cupping your cheek, fucking up into you with a near punishing pace. 

“Jesus - fuck - how the fuck m’I supposed to explain that at work tomorrow? Mm? I tell em my girl can’t keep her mouth shut er’ to ‘erself?” He teased, smacking down on your ass with his palm, hard enough for there to be a pretty red mark in the shape of his hand - and hard enough for you to yelp, releasing the bit of muscle you’d held hostage. 

He took his arm back, pushing you back into the bed, your cheek flush against the mattress. “Lost that fuckin privilege since you can’t keep y’teeth in y’mouth. Wanna act like an animal you’ll get fucked like an animal sweetheart” he spread your cheeks, one of them stinging from his rough assault on it as he continued to pound you, watching as your cunt gushed around him in awe. 

You whimper, back arching more for him and your next orgasm riding the tails of the last. “Close” you said, voice raw and horse and utterly fucked out. 

“Me too, Angel- shit- gonna fuckin fill you up, stuff this pretty pussy with my cum huh?” He essentially laid over you, thrusts that were more like firm rolling of his hips at this point getting sloppier and the feeling of his weight firmly pushing you into the bed was making you dizzy in the best way. You felt his chain brush your back, the feeling was like ice on your damp sweat slicked skin. 

His breathing had become more of a quick, hot pants. His back was starting to hurt, his shoulder killed from bearing both your weights for so long - but he was fully blissed out. He was also frankly quite impressed with himself, in this position he usually couldn’t last even 10 minutes, but you two were teetering on half an hour now. 

This was thanks to his new little trick he had taught himself, whenever he got too close he thought about his boss from NOMA screaming in his face about never amounting to anything, and it backed him right off that ledge. Worked like a charm really. 

“Please - please fill me up bear” you whined out, and with a grunt he buried himself to the hilt, your hips flush with his as he stilled and shot rope after rope of milky white cum inside of you painting your walls with him. He sighed in relief, pulling out and patting your ass gently before plopping down next to you on his back to catch his breath. 

“Fuck y’so amazing baby. I wasn’t too hard, was i? Y’good?” He rubbed your back gently. You were too exhausted for much else, so you just throw him a thumbs up causing him to chuckle. “Alright so water f’you. And Cream f’this poor poor little ass of yours” he rubbed the tender skin carefully and got up, heading to the bathroom first. 

You stretched out, feeling the proof of his love leaking down your thighs as you laid there for a moment before getting up when you heard the toilet flush. You padded to the bathroom and nudge the door open to see him washing his hands. Your eyes found the deep red bruise on his arm, it would probably be purple by the end of tomorrow. 

“I sorry” you said sweetly and gently kiss over the mark. “You’re just so yummy I wanted a bite” you said and he flicked the remaining water off his hands before shutting off the faucet and grabbing the hand towel 

“Mmm thought you didn’t like Italian” he teased, heading out to the kitchen to fill your Stanley cup with fresh ice water. 

“You’re right I don’t like it I love it. Especially when it’s a sexy Italian with a thick cock” you chide as you made a neat little square of toilet paper to wipe with and you heard him laugh to himself 

“She’s back! That’s my mouthy princess, was afraid I lost you back there babe you got all quiet on me” he teased causing you to giggle to yourself as you flush and stood to wash your hands - legs still feeling a bit like jelly beneath you. 

“It’s hard to talk when you’re rearranging my insides” you head back to bed and lay on your belly, crossing your ankles. He came back, bearing gifts of course. He comes over to the bed and drops off the cooling lotion that he kept in the fridge for you and gently nudged you with the cup. You looked over, sitting up slightly and taking a sip. 

“Ooo-“ you said when you realized he was holding a plate 

“Mmhmm. Always you and y’sweet snacks after we fuck, open” he said. You opened your mouth obediently and he placed half of a chocolate strawberry on your tongue after taking a bite out of it, making the perfect mouthful for you. You hummed, resting your cheek on your forearm as you chew and your eyes fluttering shut. 

“Love you pretty” he smooched your forehead, setting the plate on your shared nightstand and started to massage the cold lotion into your skin. “You did really good f’me t’night.” He added and kissed your shoulder blade as he continued to squeeze and kneed tender flesh. 

“So good I can get a present?” You asked sweetly and he chuckled, rubbing over your hips as well that were sore from being spread wide for so long and you groaned a bit, arching into his touch 

“I think I’m spoiling you rotten lately, you got a new phone yesterday and you’re already ready f’another good girl gift, huh?” He went over to your dresser since he was all done rubbing you down and grabbed a pair of your comfiest panties and came back over, carefully slipping them up to your thighs before you lift your hips for him and he pulled them up the rest of the way, placing a gentle kiss on your mound “it’s you  who deserves the present” he said, before going to grab his own boxers so he wasn’t helicoptering it in front of your plate of strawberries. 

You giggled, rolling your eyes.  “I love you, dork.”

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HIIIII UR LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAV WRITERS IN TUMBLR and ily so much 💝 i appreciate all your hard work that you poured into your writings, making them perfect to read. i've been obsessed with himbo!joel lately and i have an idea. idk if you've done this before but how ab himbo!joel and piss kink crossover? ignore this if you're feeling that you're not comfortable this ask! 🩷

Nonny, I know you submitted this back in May but this has been top of my mind for so long. When i first read this, I was ELATED because Himbo!Joel's original first draft was actually a piss kink! I went a different direction but I'm sooooo glad you've asked this because i didn't have to throw away the og after all :) Thank you for your patience and please enjoy!

Different Kind of Lovin'

Himbo!Joel Miller x F!Reader

warnings: Piss kink, Mommy kink, himbo!Joel, unprotected sex, peeing inside vagina, sub!Joel, dom-ish!Reader, public sex, slight somnophilia, brief piss drinking

18+ ONLY

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Joel howls as you clench around him, taking a moment to pant like a dog in heat.

He buries his nose into your neck, where it’s safe, where he belongs, as you stroke along his sweated back. “You okay, baby boy?” You coo softly into his ear.

You feel his head nod. “Mkay...” He shivers before kissing your cheek and resuming his thrusts. In, out, up, down, again and again, in ample rhythm. He’s practicing a beat today. There’s a time for wild fucking with the intent to cum his brains out, and there’s a time for slow, sensual, methodical sex, which is something he’s working so well on today.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy today."

He purrs. His hips stutter from excitement, and you feel his cock swell impossibly larger in your swollen, squelching pussy. Joel pauses briefly, collecting himself before returning to his steady pace.

“Mommy,” he hums dangerously. You turn your head to look at him, but he’s still buried into your neck. Almost as if embarrassed by something.

“What is it, baby? It’s okay, you can tell me.”

He grunts again, shaking his head. His pace falters again. Humping in quick, desperate succession. He’s straining hard, fists clenched under your upper back. 

You gather his face, and he nearly loses it right there. Your eyes on him, so soft and sincere, and there for him. Always there. Whenever he needs you and whenever he wants you. Even when he doesn’t know it yet. You’re there, you’re here, you’re his.

“Tell me,” you whisper lovingly while stroking along the stubble of his beard.

He gathers his courage. “Mommy. I—um. I need…I need to pee.”

You can laugh. but a small grin cracks at your lips. “Is that it?”

He nods quickly. You realize all the clenching, and the poor rhythm was most likely due to him trying to hold it, as opposed to trying to be steady. 

Your smooth calves slink along his taught ass before wrapping around, securing him to you.

“That’s okay, angel,” you nod encouragingly, using your ankles to start rocking his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you again. He moans, pleasure consuming his intuition. “You can do it inside.”

“I-Inside?”

His length pulses excitedly, but he’s trying so hard to act like that didn’t just give him a thrill. As if he can pretend he didn’t think of it before.

“Mhm. You can squirt all your juices into Mommy’s pussy. I want everything you give me. Give me your juices, Joel. Mommy wants to feel your warmth filling her. No matter what it is. Mommy will take it.”

“But—ugh fuck Mommy please don’t squeeze like that—I don’t… wanna pee myself—“

“You’re not gonna pee yourself,” you say sternly. Your hands make their way to his ass, pulling him into you at your own desired pace. He can’t be left to be in control of his desires right now, so you need to take charge, to show him it’s really okay.

To show him what he’s missing out on.

“You’re gonna squirt your piss inside me. It’s gonna be okay. It’ll feel really good honey, I promise.”

“Oh my god,” he cries. His brows are drawn tightly together as he takes your lead. His throbbing member is practically forcing out your sweet pussy juices, making way to fill it with his own brew. 

You can barely see straight as he positions his knees to force himself deeper into your womb. Arching your back, Joel holds on tightly, arms tucked below your pits and hands snaked back over your shoulders as his whining increases. The room fills with your hot breaths, Joel’s throaty rasps, and the fastened slap of wet skin.

His voice catches in his throat when it happens. The tingling sensation feels free, and he releases inside of you. He can’t believe it. Can’t comprehend the feeling inside him, inside you right now. Dumping, pouring, squirting and stuffing you to the brim with his massive load of hot urine just shooting out of his cock and safely into your pussy. He never knew it could be this good. you were right, you always are of course, but to think it would amount to the level of pleasure, yet on a different end, as cumming inside you.

“That’s it—that’s my boy—ohhhh honey you had to go a lot didn’t you?” You tease, eyes rolling as you start to shake and cum around his cock. “Oh fuck! Oh baby that’s it. Keep squirting inside me. Fuck you always have big load. Always ready to fill Mommy with your sweet hot juices. Fuck Joel, keep going!”

You quiver as Joel’s mouth still is agape, watching you, having an out of bodied experience himself. He feels another stream, stronger than the last ready to make its way from his bladder to your cunt, and here it comes-- fuck yes!

Hot and wet, his urine plunges out of you in spurts, soaking your ass and the bed below. He pushes in further, feeling his balls and pelvis get soaked with his new juices that his Mommy loves so much. Why had he never peed inside you before? Given the blissed out look on your braindead face, he knows you liked it, you liked it so much. He starts thrusting again, eager to give you more of his warm juices from his body.

The squelch is phenomenal. So hot, hot, hot, sticky and wet all over. Fueled now the he still hasn’t cum. Where his piss ends and your slick begins, he can’t tell, and he loves it. Loves that he’s put something in you that couldn’t be contained, flows out like the love he fills you with each day.

You laugh off his hungry fucking again, no longer caring to practice rhythm. He can rut, hump, piss and cum to his hearts content. So long as he’s buried balls deep inside you, anything he wants to pour into you, he’s eager to put it in.

Eventually, he can’t pee anywhere comfortably unless it’s inside you. Which makes regular day to day routines… slightly more complicated than before. 

Like at night, when you’re fast asleep with his cum still sticky and leaking out of you. He fists his cock and slides right in, careful not to stir you. He holds his breath and starts to go, wetting the you and the bed. He passes out in a puddle of his own piss before you can really discipline him. 

He finds you without fail, whether you’re in the same house or 5 miles apart. When he needs to go, he gets hard too, and he knows only Mommy can handle that for him.

Pushes you against a wall and grinds his length against your ass. “Mommy,” he hums with a grin. “I need to go, please.”

It’s not really an ask, as he strips your pants down and pushes aside your panties, rolling his bulbous tip against your slit. He doesn’t wait for a reply. Poor thing, probably holding it in all day and doing a little funny dance as he rushed his way to find you and give you his juices.

“Have a big potty for ya today. Almost burst my juice everywhere. Got to ya just in time…”

He pushes in one go, his voice stuttering with a lazy grin. Not even a thrust later and he moaning in content as he pisses inside your hot pussy with even hotter urine. It rapidly spills and trickles down your thighs. Luckily from experience, you had known to discard and kick your pants away when he does this, so the yellow puddle of his liquid forms on the pavement below. 

He grips your hips with both meaty paws, grinding his front into your ass as closely as possible. It feels best when his tip can brush along your cervix before spurting out the last of his potty. 

“Joel Miller, you have made a mess of me,” you say, shaking your head with a slight smirk.

Rather than feeling any remorse, he returns your grin with an even bigger one of his own, slowly sliding down to his knees while maintaining eyes with you.

He swallows just as you lean back and spread your legs, fingers parting your folds to reveal the shiny translucent drips of his piss still wetting your cunt and down your inner legs. 

“Clean me spotless, and I’ll let you piss in Mommy’s ass, and I’ll plug it all day so I keep your love warm for the next time you have to go.” 

You never need to ask twice. His tongue is already lapping at your knees, between your thighs and up to your succulent, swollen, precious, pretty pussy. Sucking the little dribble on your clit. Straightening his tongue to dive deep into your entrance before flattening it, stretching your wall and making a slide so his pee and your juices can slide right into his mouth.

He smiles like a stupid, drunk, fantastic boy.

He can’t wait to put his piss in your ass next. 

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we'll see

toxicbabydadd!chris x birthdaygirl!reader

warnings: toxicccccc, rough, unprotected sex (dont be dumb) biting, choking, the word 'then' a million times

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ITS A REAL BITCHES BIRTHDAYYYY

your house is full and everyone's drunk. except you. 

you have to say sober, because you're breastfeeding your daughter aaliyah. 

but you don't have to be shitfaced to have fun, so when you hear your song come on, you tap your best friends shoulder. 

you've had a routine to freak hoe since high school so she knew what time it was. you move through the routine with no grace. throwing ass is not elegant but it's what you do best. 

"WE ATTTTEEE!" she yells over the music.

"AND DIDDDD!" you shout back. 

"IM NOT DRUNK ENOUGH!" and with that, she's gone. off to make herself another drink, leaving you to go to your room to call the sitter and pump. 

but as soon as you enter, you see chris standing in your room, on his phone. he looks up when he hears me. 

"what the fuck?"

"i just wanted to give you your gift and leave."

"so you went to my bedroom?"

"i saw you dancing with celine. i didn't wanna kill your vibe."

you scoff at this and sit on your bed, bringing out your phone. "you killed my vibe when you fucked someone else while i was 8 months pregnant with your baby."

"aight, bro, chill."

"fuck you."

chris walks around your bed and stops right in front of you. his waist dangerously close your face. he places his hand under your chin, gripping your jaw. 

"watch it, mama."

WOOOOOOOOOSHHHHH just like that. panties ruined.

but tina aint raise no bitch so you stand up, roll your eyes and walk over to your dresser to fix your lashes.

"or what, chris?"

"you know what."

"i really don't" you said bluntly. "you don't get to have the whole 'i'm sorry, please let me cum' thing anymore due to the fact that you're a cheating whore that i no longer love."

hearing that must have pissed him off because he was on you in an instant. his lips on yours, his left hand applying beautiful pressure to your throat, his right hand squeezing your ass.

your head grows fuzzy. its like he has crack on his tongue and is intoxicating you with each stroke of it. 

you don't have time to think of the hurt he caused as he moved from your lips, to your neck, then to your chest. 

then he's on his knees. pushing your dress up your hips and kissing down you waist sucking hickeys onto your thighs. 

"you think that shit's funny?" he growls, biting the meat of your inner thigh. "talking shit to me, after i've been trying to get you back for months?"

this made you laugh. "you'll never get me back chris."

he turned you around so your front was pressed against the wall. his fingers gripped the edges of your panties, guiding them down your legs, biting your ass and smiling when he saw the mark of his teeth in your cheek.

"we'll see."

and then he was standing up, your back to his front, and you felt him on your bare ass, his sweats doing  little to hide the effect you clearly had on him. 

you felt his hands grip your hips and move you from the wall to your dresser, so you could see yourself. 

"i want you to watch." he slid his bottoms down to knees, freeing him of his his restraints. "i want you to watch me ruin you." 

and then he was sliding in you with so much force, you jerked forward, throwing your hand up on the mirror to brace yourself. and in that moment you remembered why you'd let him get you pregnant. 

this man was a fucking beast. 

he was fucking you like it was all he could do to stay alive. hard, fast, and so, so, fucking good. he was so deep, hitting the same spot that made you taste purple. all your senses were out the window yet you felt everything he was doing. you felt his hand digging into your waist, you heard his grunts of pleasure, you saw his eyes trained on where you were joined. 

he looked so.... fuck. 

all you could do was grasp at the edges of your dresser and keen for him.

until you felt him move impossibly faster and his fingers reach under you and draw quick circles on your clit. then all you could do was tremble in his arms and reach behind you to push him away because it was beginning to be too much. 

he used his free hand to pin your arm to your back and use it as an anchor, digging deeper in you so you felt more of him than you thought there could be. 

"oh fuuuck-" you gasped. 

"you don't love me anymore mama?" he forced out. 

"chris- shit! please...." you cried out. "i'm gonna-"

"hold it."

"no! please no." you begged. 

"you wanna cum?"

"yes please, chris" you were a mess at this point. eyes rolling back as you tried to do what he'd asked. you knew that if you came before he'd allowed it, you'd never leave this room. 

"do you love me?"

as much as you wanted to say yes, you refused to let him win so easily. 

"no."

this only pissed him off because he shifted from fast and hard to slow, deep, torturous strokes that made your brain go blank. 

"jesus fucking..."

"you sure?"

"i don't know..."

"i think you do mama." his pace on your clit was the same demonic speed as before, confusing your mind. "all you gotta do is admit it and you can come all all over me. i want you to make a mess for me. i wanna feel you all over m-"

"FINE FUCK!" you cried. "i love you."

"that's my girl."

that's all it took for his pace to restart, pounding into you with ferocity. 

"cum, mama. cum for me." 

and you did. you sucked in a deep breath and slammed your eyes shut as you shook on the dresser. 

all you heard was the blood rushing in you ears as you let go of everything you'd been holding for the past 2 minutes. 

"shit, babe. i'm gonna-"

that snapped you back into reality. you did not want any more kids right now so you gathered all the strength you could and turned around, dropping to your knees and taking him in your mouth.

your head rested on the drawers of the dresser as you felt his load shoot down you throat with a moan that can only be described as godly. and when he pulled out of your mouth he pulled you up to your feet by your throat, kissing you with so much passion, you were ready to go again. 

but then he pulled away and gripped your face so you were looking into his eyes. 

"you'll always belong to me, y/n."

niyah speaks rushed as helllllll but hapy late birthday!!! @55sturn

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Appreciate You | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Mutually Beneficial AU | Drabble

Bucky returns home from a mission and you're desperate to show him how much you appreciate everything he does. But all he wants to do is take care of you.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, d/s relationship (dom!Bucky & Sub!Reader), thigh riding, handjob, dirty talk. little s for a little bit of smut, F for fluffy.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Mutually Beneficial Masterlist

"Babydoll, let me take care of you, I missed you." Bucky removed your hands off the coffee pot and started moving you to the sofa. "No one fuckin' listens to me like you do, not going another mission without my best agent." He'd rushed straight from the Quinjet, still dressed to the nines in his suit, tie slightly undone and a smallest splash of blood on his cuff.

You chuckled, "I should hope no one listens to you quite like I do," you winked, kissing his cheek and squeezing his forearms.

"That's true," he kissed you back, the taste of him was wonderful and familiar, a balm for the anxiety you'd been feeling, god - you'd missed him so much. "But it is nice to come back to you. Look at you, all cute and snuggly from bed at 4am, just for me. Let me at least get my little Babydoll a coffee." He rubbed his nose against yours, running his hands over your shoulders and down your back, drawing you closer.

You let him guide you to the sofa, but when he tried to get you to sit you shifted, making him fall over you. His dog tag dangled infront of your face mirroring the little silver necklace at your throat with the matching tag, and you shivered at the view. His dishevelled hair and smart suit, the hint of the man underneath now so enticingly close.

"But, Sarge, you've been away and busy, saving the world," and maybe you exaggerated, giving him a little pout, but only because you knew he needed the praise as much as you did, the reassurance that he really was doing something important now. "I wanted to welcome you home, make you feel good." You ran your palm down his chest towards the growing bulge in his formal trousers and squeezed, not noticing his quiet gasp, drowned out by your own moan at the hard feeling of him under your grasp.

You had woken up to see the Quinjet land on the pad in the compound, desperate to welcome your Sergeant back home and had been feeling wet and needy since. In a hurry to meet him you'd thrown on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, switched the already prepped coffee pot on and run bare foot through the compound to meet him.

You'd thrown yourself into his arms and let him carry you back to your rooms, but now he was being difficult, resisting you attention when all you wanted to do was serve him and make him feel good.

"God, Baby, the things you do to me," his lips, hips, whole body pressing you into the sofa, the smell of his sweat and his cologne surrounding you. He was so impossibly hard already, the length of him grinding against your core.

"Just wanna appreciate you, Sergeant Barnes," you cooed into his ear, kissing at the little spot that made him growl and paw at you. He was cracking a little, letting you grind up against him, " please - sir," you whispered coyly.

"You're very naughty, you know," he groaned in return, low and dark in your ear, "but - fine, I give up. Get me a coffee, Babydoll and then we'll see," he slapped your ass lightly as you stood, his shirt riding up over your hips as you skipped over to the kitchen, much too awake for this early.

You returned with a huge mug of pitch black coffee full of sugar. Bucky used his left hand to take it, the mug itself hot, prewarmed under the tap just how he liked it.

"Where's yours, Babydoll?" He picked his head up from the back of the sofa, watching you slink back slowly, dropping to your knees and running your hands over his thighs.

"I want something else, Sarge," you looked up at him through your lashes, "I think you want it too? Let me take care of you. Drink your coffee, I'll make you feel good and then I'll run you a nice -" you placed a kiss to his clothed thigh, "hot," kiss, "bath," you kissed the inside of his thighs, feeling the rough scratch of his suit and the tight muscle underneath, getting higher and higher until you could mouth over his throbbing cock, held back only by a zipper and straining button.

"Come up here, Babydoll, sit on my knee so I can kiss you," Bucky unzipped his trousers revealing the aching tip of his cock, his hand took yours, sliding through the slick together as you gave him a few tight pumps. He let his head fall back, giving you the space you craved to kiss and bite along the exposed skin, his scruff against your cheek and his heartbeat wild under your lips had you rubbing against it.

"That's it, Baby," he soothed into your ear, one hand on your hip, encouraging you to rub your arousal over his leg, "you make your Sergeant cum like a good girl and then what I want, what I really want, is to take you to our room," he kissed your cheek, humming against your warm skin, "I'm going to take you to our room and watch you fall apart on my cock," his words had you squirming on him, his hands holding you still, one on your hip, the other over yours as he released over your clenched fingers.

[mysaintkitten]

drabble prompt: your bf cheats on you and you seek comfort from your stepbro

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, stepcest of course, mutual masturbation

note: it’s been like two months since I’ve written so I’m sorry that I’m rusty :,( I hate how inactive I’ve been but my writers block has been sooo bad. praying I get over this soon and start actually getting back on track. anyway, hope you like! *also not proofread*

“Jesus, how could he do this to you?” Neil cooed empathetically as you sniffled. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend went and cheated on you, after all you’d been through together.

Typically your first instinct would be to confide in your friends, but it was far too late in the night and you knew none of them would be awake. So, hesitantly, you sought solace in your stepbrother.

He accepted you in and surprisingly provided you the comfort that you so desperately needed at a time like this.

It started off innocent, he really was just trying to help. He brushed your hair out of your face then rubbed your back, inching his body closer and closer until your thighs touched.

One of his hands sat behind you, while the other lightly grazed the top of your thigh, assessing your comfort level before going any further. When he noticed you didn’t push him away, he got more confident with his touches, his large palms massaging the soft skin.

“His loss,” he purred as he leaned into your ear, “he doesn’t know what he had.”

You blush and briefly shift away, but continue to let Neil touch you while his lips brush against your neck. This was wrong, neither of you could avoid this. But you’d always thought Neil was attractive, and all you want right now is to feel desired, so why not just see where this goes?

Neil’s teeth graze your neck, he whispers that he has an idea.

His plan quickly leads to your thighs over top of his, your glistening cunt and Neil’s hard cock sit mere centimetres away from one another. Neil’s got his hand on your inner thigh, running his thumb against one of your lower lips. Your hand mirrors his, as you lightly grip his base with your fingers.

“God,” he smirks at you, his eyes heavy with visible lust, “your boyfriend’s a fuckin’ moron”. He fucks his bottom lip between his teeth before moving inching his thumb closer to your folds, gently grazing it across your swollen clit.

An involuntary gasp falls from your lips at the contact, and your grip gets tighter around Neil’s cock in response.

He begins to rub slow circles against the sensitive nub, his eyes fixated on the way your cheeks flush deeper and your tits get harder.

He keeps rubbing, picking up his pace while his jaw goes slack. His thumb occasionally dips down to your opening, spreading around your arousal before bringing his attention back to the top. You’d almost completely forgotten that you were meant to be touching him back, until you feel his free hand rest over yours, guiding your soft palm up and down his cock just how he likes it. You mutter a small, almost inaudible apology, before pumping him all on your own.

Neil groans, his head dipping back, his eyes stuck on your leaky little hole. The hand that was just guiding you now rests on your other inner thigh, squeezing and massaging the smooth skin.

“N-Neil,” you mewl as you spread your legs further, inching your hips impossibly closer to his, the heat radiating off of his body is driving you insane. “This is bad, we gotta-“

Neil chuckles, taking his attention away from your clit to spread your lips apart, watching how it glistens and pulses for him. He dips his middle finger inside, your core eagerly accepts him in, clenching around him desperately as if she’s asking for more.

“How bad can it be if it’s got you this wet?” He taunts, “just wanna make you feel better, that’s all.”

He was undoubtedly making you feel better, the friction and warmth between your legs filtered out all of the unpleasant thoughts and emotions that were just racing through your mind.

As much as he likes your hand, it’s just not enough anymore. He suggests that maybe you should sit on his lap. Neil promises he won’t go inside, he just wants to feel you closer, it’s still just a little touching- isn’t it?

You straddle his lap, his flushed cock sitting lewdly between your wet lower lips. He chokes back a moan, his knees bent and feet planted on the bed with his heavy hands resting on your hips. Slowly, you roll your hips, grinding your sex against his throbbing length. You dip your head back and moan while his tip bumps against your swollen clit, your arousal crudely coating his length as you pathetically rut against him.

“F-fuck …” Neil chuckles breathlessly while he guided your hips skillfully, “you need me so bad, baby.”

Your head tipped back down and your lips found Neil’s. You don’t kiss, but your lips touch as you pant into each other’s mouths, mutually embracing the pure arousal dripping from each other.

“Yeah,” you whine weakly, your voice all high and breathy, “need more, need you.”

He groans as pre leaks from his tip, he was so set on not fucking you tonight, but the wetter and more insatiable you got- the harder it was to deny these urges.

“Maybe just the tip,” he pants with a grin.

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I don’t feel confident about this .. like at all .. but I Need to get the ball rolling somehow. I’ll be going through my requests and seeing if anything can reignite my motivation. Wish me luck !!

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

I love to love all over these guys and I can’t get it out my head. they deserve to be babied and coddled. S/o sitting on their laps headcanons for AGSZC. Yes, I’m sneaking Hojo in here again.

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Cloud

That man was shaking like a chihuahua the first time you plopped on his lap, anxiety went straight through the roof. Questions what you’re doing on him while turning a deep scarlet. He’s a sweating, stuttering mess, immediately overwhelmed

Gonna have to show him where to put his hands (physically) the first 20 times before he instinctively wraps his arms around you whenever you claim him as your seat. Over time he’ll start grabbing you by the waist, gently tugging you down to sit on his lap. Never quite vocalizing what he wants but by now there’s an unspoken language

Loves when you sit across his lap, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Cloud’s eyes fluttering shut as he buries his face into your neck, taking a deep breath, relaxing against you. He’ll hold you there for an indefinite amount of time, not quite ready for your warmth to leave him.

Will definitely fall asleep holding you, acts like he didn’t and childishly denies falling asleep once you notice. “Cloud, you were snoring.” Yea okay that doesn’t mean call the man out on it, he’s embarrassed about everything alright. Don’t tease him too much, he may go into hiding.

His favorite thing, which once again he’s not admitting to, is when you sit on his lap and pepper his face in kisses. Pretends to fight it, giving a displeased groan and half assed attempts to pull his face away from you. Secretly tries to get your lips to connect by coincidently turning his head the same time your lips should’ve met his cheek.

Zack

Prepared to be tickled and squeezed to death. Immediately reacts with glee and pulls you impossibly closer, “Well hello there babe~” you’re the one flustered and you came over here to tease him, why does he always pull the old uno reverse.

If he has to get up to do something he’s carrying you with him, placing you right back in his lap and continuing his assault of cuddles. He’s even attempted carrying you to the bathroom with him since he’s been “Holding it for so long cause he doesn’t wanna let you go”

Will scoop you up and put you in his lap at any given moment but loves it more when you seek out his attention. It just makes him feel so special when you come home from a long day and the first thing you do is drop yourself in his lap. Starts covering you in smooches proceeding to ask how your day has been.

Prefers when you straddle his lap more so he can bury his face directly in your chest, melts into the kisses you lay on the top of his head. Turns into an actual puddle when you tangle your hands in his hair, massaging and occasionally scratching his scalp. (He’s a puppy he loves his scratches)

Will fall asleep like this, definitely will be drooling on you. He’s lucky he’s Zack and everything he does is cute. If you fall asleep in his lap he’ll carry you to bed, tucking you in and crawling beside you, pulling you into more cuddles.

Clingiest one out of the bunch, will get pouty if you deny rights to the throne his lap. You can’t leave him without affection for too long he might stop breathing. Thinks something is wrong when you come home and you don’t plop into his lap as a greeting. If there’s nothing going on with you he puts on his best puppy face “is there something wrong with me then?” Give him what he wants, he doesn’t want much.

Hojo

I know, I know. Why would anyone, right? Stockholm syndrome of course, he’s all you really know and the only person that interacts with you. So when you climbed in his lap for the first time for comfort it felt so right, until he moved from under you less than a minute later.

“I don’t have any use for whatever affections you’re trying to offer me.” Mean old man, playing hard to get and that’s fine. “I only let you out to get a bit of freedom, it would be wrong to leave you in there all of the time.” Finally, a crack in his facade. In turn you respond with a question “Why is it wrong to leave me in my pod all of the time? I don’t ever see you let the others out.” Ignores you for weeks following such a call out but can’t help letting you out eventually.

At some point you notice your attempts to sit in his lap are no longer met with an immediate reaction. He always acknowledges you, at least sparing a glance towards you. It takes baby steps but at least you can sit in his lap for up to 30 minutes now.

Never going to be outwardly affectionate but eventually he stops moving you while you sit on his lap and delves into whatever research you have no interest in no understanding of. “As long as I’m stationary I suppose you could stay for a bit.” Puts his hand on the small of your back if he feels like your balance is off.

Oh he’s wrapping his arms around you now? Not really, at least that’s what Hojo claims. He’s just trying to get a more comfortable position while he’s fiddling with his computer. Apparently it’s also easier to write if he puts one of his arms around your waist. Victory achieved, he lets you use him as a seat.

Angeal (best boy for real)

This suave guy here, definitely pulled you into his lap first during a movie night you two were having. “I just thought you were too far away.” He says, as though the two of you weren’t sitting directly next to each other. muscles arms wrapping around you snuggly.

Angeal’s respectfully touchy, hands roaming over your thighs, rubbing circles soothingly on your back, fingers trailing along your arm. Hands still only touching modest areas of your body. “Look at me.” Likes to make eye contact before kissing you, giving you a warm smile when the two of you part

Sometimes can’t help himself, whispering loving words into your ear as he holds you, opening up emotionally and telling you how much he loves and appreciates you. Other times he just talks to you about any and everything as he holds you.

His favorite form of comfort when he’s feeling troubled. Will just sit quietly with you in his arms even after venting to you about what’s on his mind. Doesn’t always talk about what’s bothering him, opting to stay silent and bury his face into your neck instead.

Lets out a sigh of relief upon making physical contact with you, also melts like butter when you play with his hair. Leaning into your touch when you massage his scalp, he’s practically purring. Especially loves it when you lightly rake your nails across his facial hair occasionally giving his chin little scratches. Makes him smile and he doesn’t even realize it til you point it out.

Sephiroth

This is the one that gets all of the babying. Wasn’t sure what to say nor do the first time you sat in his lap but after a little direction he quickly got comfortable. Very nonverbal about wanting to be coddled but he stares at you until you understand what he wants.

You kind of got him addicted to the amount of affection you show him, climbing on his lap, making him lock eyes with you and telling him just how special you think he is. All of which causes him to blush deeply, it doesn’t matter how many times you do this, he’s a tomato by the time you're done talking to him.

Of course he loves you playing in his hair while you sit on his lap, fingers running through silky strands, hand resting on the back of his neck once you’re done but still unwilling to move. Likes burying his face in your hair, enjoying your scent and holding you tightly.

Holds you against him like you might slip through his hands some days, especially after Genesis goes missing. He constantly seeks out your touch, this is when he starts pulling you into his lap himself, burying his face into your neck. Once Sephiroth called it “his favorite hiding place” he may not let you go for hours.

Is also going to tote you around your home because he isn’t ready to let you go, will read with you in his lap or take care of any work (that he’s allowed to) with you there, his hand rubbing your thigh for extra comfort. Loves when you rub his ear as he reads, found it to be a bit odd at first but you say his ears are cute so he’s inclined to let you do as you please.

When things go south with Angeal there isn’t a moment he isn’t underneath you. Sephiroth’s lap is about the only place he’ll let you sit in private, only parting with you to use the bathroom, shower or of course go to work. Definitely starts falling asleep with you on his lap. If he’s going to sleep so are you though, carrying you to bed and snuggling up to you

Genesis (yes yes, The Rizzler pt 2)

Pulled you into his lap first while teasing you, didn’t let you go for a while because “I wasn’t expecting such a simple act to feel so perfect.” Tells you how beautiful you are as he wraps his arms around you. His words can be too much sometimes, all you can do is tuck yourself into his neck and smile. Which is fine with him, he’s going to keep talking because he knows you love it.

Dunno about yall, but I think this man can sing. One hand firmly set on your thigh, making sure he holds you in place, his other hand on your chin to make sure that you’re looking at him. Sings you love songs and makes sure to make eye contact with you on the lyrics he feels you two connect to the most. It’s contagious and you can’t help but sing along with him at times.

Of course he reads Loveless to you while you sit in his lap. It makes him smile when he realizes you actually pay attention every time he reads it instead of drowning him out like others tend to. Sometimes uses it as an excuse to hold you in place a bit longer. “Let me finish the next act and I’ll let you up.” Genesis ends up reading Loveless in its entirety; it doesn't fail.

Loves you straddling his lap, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “Give me a kiss sweetheart.” You were the one supposed to be making him melt. true owner of the uno reverse card. Sitting on his lap like this may result in you ending up in your back.

Loves words of praise, tell him exactly how you feel as he holds you. His arms wrapping around you tighter with each word that reaches his heart. Sometimes the two of you are so love sick and just get wrapped up saying the sweetest things to each other.

“Mmm my Genny-poo~” you coo at him from time to time. One of the only ways to make him blush, maybe it’s how sickeningly sweet it is that causes a light tint to spread across his cheeks. Called him that in front of Angeal and Sephiroth once, Sephiroth now frequently calls him Genny-poo to torment him.

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Genesis especially has been rotting my brain lately, which I have no complaints about. This man is getting a whole fic from me.