#im sorry i just moan im sorry i mean i just god dear fuck

[daeluin]

jesus christ (x)

[osachiyo]

love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning�� only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

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[l1tw1ck]

Please write more of the toy. PLEASE -🥚

Toy (2)

dom!bottom!ftm oc x sub!top!masc reader

wellll since you asked sooo nicely and im in the mood to write some sexy dominating men,,, | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Dark Content

Debt Free

CW: Non-Con, Pet Play (Sort of) (puppy pet name, mention of collar and leash)

You were given the opportunity to clear your debt by dating your goddamned debt collector. He fell for you and basically ruined your life, he made you fall deeper and deeper into debt just so he could make you desperate enough to accept his offer. Now you're in his bedroom, wearing a studded collar and a leash. He likes treating you like an obedient dog and making you do things for him knowing you're not allowed to deny him. He could kill you if he wanted to.

He sits comfortably on your face, treating it like a special throne. He arches his back, shivering as he feels your tongue exploring his soft walls. "Mm...just like that, puppy~" He moans. "You've gotten better- uh~!" He gasps as your tongue finds his g-spot. He throws his head back, crying out shamelessly in pleasure as you eat him out. You're not the biggest fan of him but you can't deny the wonderful taste of his pussy and the pretty moans that come out of his mouth. "Yes- yes-" He breathes out.

"Fu- fuck~!" He squirts. "Mmh- such a good puppy.." He grinds down on your face before getting up.

ok i got lazy sorry

How to Please a Man

CW: Stepcest, Manipulation

this was lowkey difficult to write bc i have no idea how to finger someone 😭😭😭 im an autistic asexual virgin who absolutely hates masturbating with my fingers bc sticky so if anything is off ... thats why

You decided to ask your step father for relationship advice. You're a virgin and you're very nervous about asking out your crush. He was eager to give you advice and even offered to teach you some things.

"I bet you don't even know how to kiss." He climbs onto your lap. "Let me teach you." He doesn't wait for an answer and forces you into a kiss. You try to push him away but he's too strong. He grinds down on your crotch, determined to fuck you.

He finally pulls away from the kiss. "Relax, most guys don't like inexperience. I'll make sure you know what you're doing with him." He stands up and grabs your hand, pulling you into his bedroom and bringing you onto the bed with him. He manages to shimmy his shorts and boxers off, exposing his wet cunt to you. "Don't be scared, try and do what you think would feel good."

You swallow the lump in your throat. He's probably right. Your crush would appreciate it if you knew what you were doing. And this probably doesn't mean anything to him. He's just helping you out. Although you're unaware of your crush's anatomy, this'll probably be helpful for any future endeavors too. You look at his t-dick and hold it with your thumb and index finger, gently sliding it up and down. "Is...is that good?"

"Yeah, so good.." He moans. Jerking his dick is the easiest way to get him off thanks to how sensitive is. "But, you shouldn't rely on just that to please m- him."

"Oh- okay." You slide your finger down his cunt, eyeing him for a reaction. You slowly push your finger inside him, your breathing turns shallow as you take in the feeling of his warmth. You didn't know it felt like this. So warm, so plush, and so fucking wet. God. You feel weird for thinking this way about your step father but dear Lord, his pussy feels amazing. You slide in another finger and fumble around in his insides.

"Try finding my g-spot. You'll know when you find it."

You search around for it, earning a soft gasp from him when you find it. You poke it with the pads of your fingers, effectively pleasing him. You get the smart idea of sucking his dick while doing this.

"Fuck- good boy~" He throws his head back. "That's it. Keep going.."

You find yourself getting turned on by the sound of his moans and his praise. This is so wrong but oh so fucking good.

You keep going until he squirts, making a mess of the bed. You pull your mouth off his dick and lick up his slick before pulling away.

"Do you wanna learn more?" He looks at you with a lopsided smile. You nod eagerly, no longer worried about the morality of this.

part two for the second part if i remember lololol

[themisplaceddemigod]

Submissive Percy with mommy kink pls 😩😩

im so sorry this took so long! i hope you like it :)

baby boy

Percy Jackson x F!Reader

summary - Percy is the subbiest sub to ever exist. and he has a very interesting kink, one you come to enjoy.

warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT, minors DNI!!!!, p in v sex, sexual intercourse, sexual themes, all that

a/n - this is the book version of Percy, in case any of you haven't read my rules, i DO NOT write for the crappy (IMO, dont come at me) Disney+ show.

Percy was hardly ever the dom. He tried, he really did, but it usually always ended up with you on top of him, fucking him into the mattress while spewing the filthiest words you could think of.

"Come on baby, just like that."

You moaned as the son of Poseidon came inside of you for the second time that night, reducing him to a whimpering, whining mess. He was shaking and overstimulated, but you didn't care as you started rocking your hips again moments after he spilled his load.

"Mommy please!" He panted, hands reaching for your hips to try and guide them, even though he knew he was the one holding on for dear life while you pleasured him.

"Yes baby?" You cooed, "Tell mommy what you want."

"More," he choked out, voice thick with lust as he bucked his hips upwards violently, trying to match your rough pace but ultimately failing. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, so he gave up after a few tries and just settled back into his submissive role.

"Yeah? You want more my sweet baby boy?" You smirked, grinding yourself up and down on his pelvis, making him whine loudly in pleasure at the blissful friction.

"Y-Yes, mommy, please!"

You grinned and rocked against him faster, harder, fucking him deep into the mattress. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, not containing your noises since no one else was home. His mom and Paul were away on a trip, hence why he'd asked you to stay with him for a few days. You didn't do much sleeping though.

"Feels so good," he whined, his hands gripping the fat of your waist so tightly you knew there would be handprints. But you didn't care, in fact it only spurred you on.

"YOU feel so good baby," you moaned, looking down at him and biting your lip as you continued to bounce on his cock at a fast, relentless pace. "Dick fucking me so good, like always."

You bounced harder, quickening the pace of your thrusts as you moved your hands up his bare, toned chest to toy with his nipples. He whined at the sensation, muttering "please please please" over and over, begging you for more as you guided him towards his third orgasm. The great thing about being a demigod was the superhuman endurance and stamina, meaning the two of you could go for hours without getting tired.

And it seemed he didn't want to stop.

"Fuck!" He swore when he started ramming against your spot again, your walls tightening around his cock so much he thought he would cum right then and there. "Fuck fuck fuck! Oh gods..."

You decided to change things up a little then, slowly sliding yourself off his dick and turning to face the other way. He was about to conplain, until you sunk back down on his eager cock and engulfed him in your warm, gummy walls once again.

"Oh gods..."

He threw his head back at the new position, sitting up against the headboard as he watched you start bouncing yourself on his dick again, faster and harder than before.

"This feel good baby?" You asked smugly, knowing the answer already from his desperate whines and moans and pleas to go faster and rougher. "Come on, use your words..."

"Yes!" He rasped, gripping your hips again, "Yes mommy! Feels so fucking good!" He threw his head back and let out hottest moan-whimper you'd ever heard. "M-Mommy..."

"Hmm?" You hummed, leisurely riding his dick with your hands behind you settled on his chest to keep yourself upright. "Something wrong, baby?"

"No!" He quickly choked out, "Just-I just-"

You moved yourself up and down on his cock faster, making the words die on his throat. He felt too good, this felt too good, you couldn't help yourself. You couldn't stop. He was so nice and big, he filled you up so perfectly and even when you dominated his cock always hit the right spots inside you, making you see stars.

"Can't give you what you want if you don't tell me," you teased, gyrating your hips now as you once again grinded on his pelvis, eliciting the sweetest moans and whimpers from the sea god's son.

"W-want you to suck-suck my dick," he finally managed, swallowing thickly. "Wanna cum in your mouth, please please please!"

"Want to cum in WHOSE mouth, baby?"

"Yours! I-I mean, mommy's! Want to have mommy suck my dick so I can cum down her pretty throat!"

You moaned at his dirty words, lifting yourself up and off his dick. He hissed at the loss off your warmth, but he quickly regained his excitement when you swivelled around to face him again, settling yourself between his thighs.

"Aww, look at my pretty baby boy," you cooed, running your hands along his thighs, "Cock covered in both our cum, still hard and eager to fuck my throat. You're so pretty like this, Percy."

He didn't have time to respond, because then you were taking his length into your mouth and running your wet, warm tongue along his shaft. He threw his head back and cried out in pleasure as you began to suck him off, swallowing the cum left on his dick as you cleaned it and licked it sensually.

"Grab mommy's hair baby, come on," you pulled away to urge him, before diving right back in.

He groaned loudly as he felt your wet, hot cavern engulfing his dick, your tongue working wonders and bringing him to the edge of yet another orgasm. One swipe of your tongue over his slit, and he was cumming harder than he ever had. His warm seed gushed down your throat, and you moaned as you swallowed it all. A little dribbled down your chin, but that was an even hotter sight that had Percy feeling as if he would orgasm again even quicker. His hands made their way into your hair, and he grasped a bunch in each hand and tugged, earning a whine from you as you took his cock deep, gagging and moaning as you sucked. You pulled away to spit on it, making him cry out "mommy!" before whining again as you went straight back to sucking the soul out of his cock.

"So good, mommy! So fucking good!" He groaned, bucking his hips up into your face and thrusting his cock down your throat. "Gonna cum again! Fuck, mommy!!!"

He screamed as he came once more, hot cum shooting down your throat again. It was so much that your chin was painted white as some of it spilled from your lips and onto your body, but you simply pulled away and swiped it up with your fingers before sticking them in your mouth. Then you collapsed next to him, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're going tocbe the death of me, baby," he murmured, burying his face in your neck.

"Don't you mean mommy?" You teased, smirking.

His cheeks burned, turning the brightest shade of red.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can you please do a hero x villain spice where hero punishes villain for something 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 and make it VERY spicy im begging

When the villain woke up, they were delirious and sweating. At first, they squeezed their eyelids together, for the stinging light seemed to burn their retinas.

They gulped for air and let their head fall back, taking in a few breaths before they could register that they were bound to a chair.

“What the…”

Although they needed a few seconds to get used to the brightness, they were fully aware that they weren’t alone.

“Oh, hello,” the hero purred once the villain spotted them leaning against the wall in the corner. From what the villain could see, they looked smug, very satisfied too and the villain wasn’t sure if the burning desire under their skin was normal or from the sedative.

They seemed to be in an interrogation room but thankfully there were no cameras. The villain always said dumb shit when they were alone with the hero.

“What did you…”

“Shhhh.” The hero sat down on their lap, hips against hips with their arms on the villain’s shoulders and —fuck— that woke up the villain. “God, your eyes are really pretty.”

The villain felt heat conjure in their cheeks and they wanted to look at the floor. However, there was only the hero they could look at and, admittedly, it was a good view.

“All those muscles, too. You’re really stiff, though.” The hero grabbed their shoulder and squeezed lovingly as their nails dug into the villain.

“I…Christ—” The villain couldn’t help but moan. They’d been sore for days, ever since they’d helped some other villains during a heated hostage conflict.

“Listen,” the hero said. They grabbed the villain’s jaw gently. “You’re clever, I know that. We all know that. But taking people hostage? Not your style and not smart.”

“I…” The villain’s laboured breath became more controlled but still lacked any calmness. “I’m sorry.”

It had been…a complicated situation. Hostage situations were incredibly difficult to pull off and obviously illegal as well as dangerous. When the villain had agreed to it, they had had their reasons.

“You’re ruining your chances at redemption. I thought that’s what you wanted? I thought you wanted to be better.” The hero pressed their hips deeper into the villain’s which made the latter close their eyes, reaching for the self-control they needed so bad. The hero was so close and still out of reach.

Yes, the villain wanted to be better. They knew their methods were wrong and making them a criminal but there was also strategy involved in this.

“This is important to me.” The hero brushed the villain’s throat with their lips. “You’re not a bad person.”

“You kidnapped me,” the villain whispered as a little tingle of excitement formed in their stomach. They loved it when the hero wasn’t sticking to their moral code. It was like they were rubbing off on each other.

“The police were after you, so I caught you first. I saved you,” the hero replied.

“I love how you’re trying to tell yourself that this is heroic,” they said, grinning tiredly.

“What is this then?” The hero repositioned themselves on the villain’s lap, resulting in more friction against the villain’s crotch. God, this was some other type of torture.

“Mean.”

“Mean?” the hero asked. “Oh, dear, I eat villains like you for breakfast. I can be so much meaner.”

They tugged on the villain’s hair hard enough to be pleasurably painful. The villain knew they were too desperate.

“You’re seeing other villains?” they asked. Unexpectedly, the hero gave the villain’s neck a wet kiss and the villain swore it activated their whole nervous system.

“Of course not. I’m just teasing,” the hero murmured.

“Mm, good, good.” Their eyes found each other and for a second, the villain could only stare at their enemy. Sometimes, they regretted what kind of life they had chosen. If they had chosen another path, become a hero, maybe they would already have the hero to themselves with no second-guessing and no jealousy knocking on their door regularly.

“May I?” the hero whispered and at first, the villain wasn’t quite sure what they meant. Until they got closer. Until their hand was on the villain’s thigh.

“Do whatever you want.” The hero kissed them quite possessively. They were eager and skilled when it came to intimacy. Although the villain didn’t want to call themselves lonely, they knew that the hero was driven by the same feeling. To want someone is easy but to deserve affection?

There were times when the villain had doubted that they deserved to be loved. And yet, the hero was there. They were present. With their tongue in the villain’s mouth and their hand in the villain’s pants.

It felt indescribably good.

“The hostages,” the hero began when they had to gasp for air.

“Come on, not now…” The hero kissed them again but they continued to whisper against the villain’s skin.

“You can’t just do that. You can’t take people hostage.”

“I…” The hero’s hand was exactly where the villain wanted it but the hero’s movement was less than little. “It was in exchange for a favour.”

“I think you have to speak up a little.” The hero tilted their head, genuinely curious, and slowly began to move their hand more.

“…I wanted to protect you, I — fuck — I worked on the job and in exchange the others leave you alone,” the villain said. Their brain was fried. And their heart was beating happily until their head was red. However, their answer surprised the hero.

“Wait, really?” They stopped and the villain cursed quietly, suffering from the dying ecstasy. The hero looked…happy? God, the villain couldn’t really tell, they were too deep in their personal pleasure limbo.

“Yes,” they admitted. “Protection for you.”

That made the hero smirk.

“We won’t need protection today, my love,” they joked.

“I fucking hate you,” the villain answered, despite mirroring the hero’s grin.

What they weren’t aware of was that the hero’s disapproval regarding the hostage situation was serious. They didn’t let the villain finish even once and that was pure horror. Otherwise, they were quite sweet today.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[f1nalboys]

A request: fem!reader asks her voyeur bf billy if she wants to watch her fuck randy and he agrees

Cuck!Voyeur!Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader x Randy Meeks

fuck me this req is from feb 24, 2022.. and i am...just now doing it.... and its not even a full length fic T-T O AM SO EVIL IM SORRY howver!!!! i hope despite the length that you all (but especially u my dear, thank u for being patient!!!) enjoy this silly little thing!!!!

WORD COUNT: 794

WARNINGS: nsfw, cuck voyeur billy, slight sub billy if you squint and read into it, oral (afab and amab receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, threesome sorta, randy is a King <3, implication of more sex, proofread but probably missed some stuff

You’re sitting beside him, hand down his pants and lips on his throat, when you ask. He blinks, lost in the haze of pleasure from your hand on him and then your question is hitting him and he’s pulling away with a sound of disgust. “The fuck did you just ask me?” He’s staring at you intensely, eyebrows stitched together and the corner of his lip curled up in a sneer, but you just grin.

“I asked if you would want to watch me fuck Randy.” He shakes his head and scoffs but then your hand is down his pants again and he’s so hard, so needy he doesn’t bother to push your hand away. Billy tries to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at you, even when your hand is pumping slowly, squeezing at the base of his cock, swiping your thumb over his leaking tip. “Doesn’t that sound fun? Watching him fuck me, hearing me cum, all while you touch yourself?”

“That’s if he can make you cum,” Billy mutters, tripping over his words slightly. “Never should have told you I was into watching.” He grins, lifting his hips up and you roll your eyes, helping him pull his jeans down. He sighs, head tilting to the side as he watches you settle down onto the floor on your knees in front of him. “That something you’re interested in? Really?” You nod. “With Meeks?”

Grinning, you nod, spit into your palm and wrap your fingers around his cock again, leaning forwards and licking the tip gently, just to earn the hiss of pleasure he always gave you when you did it. “Yeah, but only if you’re watching.”

“Trust me,” He says, hand moving and resting on the back of your head, a sick grin gracing his flushed face. “I won’t be able to take my fucking eyes off of you.” You don’t have the chance to smile up at him or take in the compliment before he’s forcing your head down onto his cock, your harsh gag not being enough to drown out his loud groan of pleasure at feeling your throat constrict around him.

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Billy hated that he loved this. Here you were, on your back, legs tucked up to your chest getting fucked within an inch of your life by Randy fucking Meeks and here Billy was, cock in hand, so close it actually hurts. When the idea had been brought up to Randy he had turned bright red, shaking his head, telling Billy and you that it was ‘fucked up’ to tease him like that. When you both had reiterated that no, you weren’t teasing him, he had jumped at the chance. Billy thought it was… cute how eager he was to touch you, to make you feel good, to make you cum.

“F-fuck, Randy!” Billy tunes back into the scene in front of him, a moan caught in his throat at the sight of your legs shaking. Randy’s pace hadn’t slowed down once, a sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Close, Billy, Randy, oh god!” Billy grips the base of his cock tightly, hips flexing, keeping him on the edge long enough to watch you come undone for the third time that night.

Randy suddenly chokes out a moan, body collapsing over you, rutting into your cunt as he feels himself teetering on the edge. You’re begging him to cum and you’re looking over at Billy and he knows you’re begging him to do it too. He cums without meaning to, too caught up in the whimper you let out as Randy cums inside you to stop himself from spilling over his fist. 

“That was… so good,” Randy says, giving you a few quick kisses before sitting back up and pulling out slowly, his hands keeping your thighs apart so he can watch his cum slowly spill out of you. “Can we do this again? Like, seriously, I’ll pay you both.”

“That’s prostitution, jackass,” Billy says but there’s no actual venom behind his words. He tucks himself back into his jeans and walks over, nudging Randy out of the way, positioning himself on his stomach. “Up to her, I don’t care.” He takes a slow lick up your cunt and you twitch, one hand tangling in his hair and the other grabbing ahold of Randy’s upper arm, nails digging into his freckled flesh.  Randy chuckles, leaning down and kissing you on the forehead, his cock twitching at the sight of Billy eating you out. “You don’t care but you’re eating my cum, okay, sure.” Billy grins against you and flips Randy off, adding his fingers into the mix. You were in for a very long night.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Sara encounter with god part 2

Sara: *is home going to bed* hmmm maybe i should try praying?..... *starts praying*

God: *floats above her* hello my child

Sara: dah holy

God: *covers her mouth* i get it so wat is ur prayer?

Sara: honestly I wanted somepony to talk too

God: i see so be it *sits on her bed* so wat do u want to talk about?

Sara: *shocked* im actually gonna talk to god

God: u ok sara?

Sara: uh yes my lord

God: call me blood sara

Sara: blood? Do u always answer prayers?

God: yes my job is very important to my children

Sara: then answer me this blood wat is the meaning of life?

God: everything sara here let me show u *holds out his hoof*

Sara: *hesitate grabbing his hoof* oh dear will this change me on how i look at thing?

God: maybe *smiles*

Sara: *grabs his hoof as they went to a beautiful place* huh w-where r we?

God: beautiful isn't it?

Sara: i feel so happy here so calm no cares at all?

God: explore sara do anything u want here I'll be around *walks off into the distance*

Sara: huh? Wait blood stay with me.......plz?

God: *floats above her picking her up with his magic* I'll stay with u my dear

Sara: *hugs god* thank u

God: hmm ur welcome sara *hesitate to hug her but does*

Sara: mmm u feel so warm god makes me feel happy

God: that's good

Sara: *kisses god on the lips hopeing he doesn't get mad*

God: *blushes deep red* oh fuck

Sara: *keeps kissing god pinning him down* god take me plz

God: sara i rather we date first then fuck right now it be a waste

Sara: but my lord plz i want to feel ur warmth inside me plz

God: oh dear but i think we should still date first sara

Sara: a couple dates then will u fuck me I'll make it worth ur wild

God: we'll see sara

Sara: then kiss me u holy asshole *kisses god deeply*

God: *hesitate but kisses her back* ur so needy sometimes miss sara

Sara: sorry my lord but u make me feel so happy when im with u *places his arm on her hips* just imagine feeling my whole body my lord

God: *blushes* oh dear.......

Sara: *grinds on his chest a little* plz god fuck me now i beg u fuck me i want ur warmth inside me so badly

God: im sorry sara begging won't work on me never has

Sara: then I'll take u myself then *kisses gods neck then his soft lips*

God: *bites his lip trying not to moan* mm plz sara *uses his magic to lift her up covering his lap with a pillow*

Sara: *got a little wet from the sight of god magic cock* i wonder does everything on u changes *bites her lip wanting to kiss god again*

God: *blushes* wat do u mean by that? *gently kissing her cheek*

Sara: oh u'll find out soon my lord i hope....

God: i don't know sara maybe

Sara: plz god fuck me plz *tries to break free from his magic* plz god

God: i would but no my dear sara

Sara: then I'll play with myself till u do fuck me

God: u wouldn't dare?.......

Tag for @saraali-19

[vigilvntes]

Ok so, we've all agreed Adrian is a kinky lil switch and that Adrian likes being slapped around a lil bit right? If he likes being hit by his partner, he might like hitting back...on that note PLEASE share any hcs and thots you have on Adrian + spanking when he's in the more dominant mode.

I just. I just want this man to wreck me, okay? It's all I think about anymore.

NSFW Adrian Chase + spanking hcs

ohohohoho it's a long time since we got horny about adrian on this blog so let's fucking gooooo also im sorry if these hcs are just incoherent ramblings i'm like half asleep rn 💀💀💀

warnings: spanking, piv sex, dom!adrian, cockwarming, tiny bit of knife play

adrian is an ass man, okay. hear me out. he loves everything about you, and i mean EVERYTHING. there wouldn't be a single thing on your body or about you that he doesn't love and worship. face, neck, stomach, waist, hips, thighs, legs, ass, tits he loves all of it. but put him on the spot quick fire question tits or ass he would say ass with zero hesitation. at his core, he is an ass man. that's who he is deep down.

it's ACCESSIBLE, y'know. he can see your ass in pretty much anything you're wearing. he can stare at it, touch it, grab it whenever he wants and no one has to know. although people probably do know, especially the team. like they'll definitely catch him slipping his hand behind your back just to get a grab on your ass. or if you're preparing for a mission and you're stood with your back to him, he'll definitely be ignoring everything harcourt is saying in favour of staring right at your ass ("adrian are you listening?" "huh-oh-what-uh yeah, stick to the left?" "i said that five minutes ago")

and as you said dear anon, he's a kinky lil shithead switch who loves to be slapped around a little while you're in control. like if you slapped his face, during sex or not, he'd probably cum in his pants then and there. he's a little bit fucking feral. and i mean, he spends most of his nights out on patrol murdering people for doing graffiti so i have no doubt in my mind that he likes inflicting pain as much as he likes receiving it.

i think at first he'd be very hesitant. you know he's totally okay with being slapped during sex, in fact he encourages it, but i can't help but feel like he'd feel kind of shy about asking you if you're into anything like that, so he kind of puts it off. i think the first time he spanks you would probably be total accident.

so the two of you are going at it. adrian has been in control all night, maybe you've been kind of bratty and he's fucking you to put you in your place. he's railing you from behind and you're letting out the most delicious noises he's ever heard, because this is what you wanted and he's letting you get your own way but he doesn't care. he just loves being inside of you anyway, but the way you were practically begging for his attention all night, dying for him to fuck you into the mattress, it's really got him going. he has a weird praise-degradation thing going on, too. he's calling you his "pretty little whore" and everything along those lines. maybe he asks you to tell him that you're his slut, maybe you refuse because <3 bratty <33 and you wanna rile him up even more <3. and then he just,, brings his hand down on to your ass in a harsh slap. i honestly think he'd be so ready to apologise immediately, like i think he would feel so guilty at first, but then he'd realise that you just let out the dirtiest moan he's ever heard, and then he'd have to fight the urge to cum immediately.

once he realises that you're into spanking you're done oh god oh fuck you're DONE he'd be slapping your ass at every given opportunity like man. he'd be so obsessed.

obviously the first thing that would happen is you'd come up with a safe word, probably something stupid ("babe, it has to be something we'd never say during sex. like penguin. or batman's bigger")

oh man he could go for hours, just to listen to your little mewls and watch your ass turn bright red with every slap. he'd make sure that his handprint is fucking etched into your ass every single time because he's possessive like that <3

i think one of his favourite things would be you on your front between his legs, completely naked, with your hips in his lap. he could sit there for hours, bringing his hand down on to your ass and telling you how well you're taking it and how good you're being for him (because although he's totally into impact play, i don't think he's a hard dom, he's definitely on the softer side). you'd be able to feel his hard cock in his jeans pressed against your cunt and you'd be trying to grind down on him without him noticing because you're so needy and you want him so bad, but you can't be fucked until he's finished spanking you. if you try and get off, he'll make it last longer. it'd be torture for him, too, to not just lay you down and fuck you senseless or let you straddle him and ride him until you cum but he just fucking loves the noises you make whenever he brings his hand down on your ass, quiet moans and mewls and surprised whimpers because you're not facing him so you have no idea when his hand is raised 😵‍💫😵‍💫

he'd love to hear you begging him, pleading with him that you've been so good for him and that you've taken every spank he's given you and that you deserve to be fucked. ("do you?" "yes, please, fuck, i've been so good" "hm, i don't think so, baby" you'd pout at him and he'd definitely pout back mockingly). and he would make you BEG for it. you'd have to praise him, really boost his ego to convince him of how much you want him inside of you.

honestly once he decides that you've been good enough, he's probably so soft and gentle because like i said he can be dom but he's not a hard dom. he'd be praising you and touching you with such care. he'd have you ride him while he caresses your hips and rubs his hands on your ass soothingly. or if you're too tired he'd fuck you slowly and lovingly, burying his face in your neck and kissing you softly and reminding you that you've been so, so good for him. he'd let you cum as many times as you want, too, just for being so patient.

oh he'd love to bend you over his knee as punishment 😵‍💫 like OKAY you're with the team, and you just keep riling him up. bending over in front of him, wiggling your ass a little. chris probably sees this happen too and that probably pisses him off even more. your hand on his thigh at the table during the debrief, inching further towards his cock but never quite touching him and you're giving him the eyes the whole time, batting your lashes at him and biting your lip. he knows you're trying to wind him up, and he isn't impressed, you can tell by his tense jaw and the side eyed glance he keeps giving you. the drive home would be so tense and he'd be practically shoving you into the apartment, wasting no time in sitting himself down on the couch and bending you over his knee, pulling your bottoms and panties down to your thighs. "this is what you wanted, huh?" He'd just smile at you while you writhe and moan under him, taking spank after spank. he'd love the way your cheeks flush, the way you tears fall down your cheeks as you beg him for mercy because you can't take it anymore and you just want to be fucked 😵‍💫 you have to stay still and take it, if he catches you wiggling your ass or trying to tempt him in any way he'll keep you there longer

although adrian is feral so i think how long he keeps you in his lap, how long he waits until he fucks you would vary because you're so cute and he's so fucking hard because of you but he also just wants to keep you in his lap forever and listen to you whimper

definitely the kind to ask how many slaps you think you deserve ("only 10? i'm thinking more than that, honey") and he'd make you count each and every one of them too. ("how many was that? come on, sweetheart, use your words and maybe you'll get what you want")

also uh. cockwarming. this isnt rly relevant to the topic but it kinda is but also it isn't oh well i just gotta get this off of my chest. so picture this. you're bored, he's sat on the couch sharpening his knives. you want his attention, and he's giving you some of it, but you want all of it. you want more, if you know what i mean. so you're doing everything you possibly can to wind him up and get him all riled up. sighing, making snide comments, stealing his knives from his hand, just being overall bratty. and he's being weirdly calm about it, and he asks you what you want so you quietly tell him that you want him inside of you. to your surprise, he lets you straddle his waist and sink yourself down on to his cock. you're about to roll your hips against him, to bounce yourself on his cock until you cum, but he won't let you do that. he tells you that you have to be good for him and be patient if you want to cum. if you try and fuck yourself on his cock or touch yourself he'd bring his hand down harshly on your ass, and warn you to behave, telling you that he's already showing you kindness by letting you sit on his cock. and like, the whole time he'd still have his knives in his hand, he'd still be sharpening them up while you're in his lap. and ugh, if you tried to get yourself off he uh. he might press the cold metal of the knife against your ass. he'd never cut you or anything like that, but just as a warning 😵‍💫😵‍💫

low-key a brat tamer

he'd be the BEST at aftercare. he'd be ready and willing to serve and tend to your every need and want because he loves you so much and you've been so good for him <33 he'd stay awake for hours just to make sure that you're okay, just in case you wake up and need anything. he'd cook for you or order your favourite food, put your favourite movie on and pull you into his arms, run his fingers through your hair or stroke your back gently. he'd rub soothing gel/cocoa butter lotion on your ass everytime even if it's not too red / doesn't look like it'll bruise, just to comfort you. and he'd hold you until you fall asleep in his arms <3

[jeonselca]

switching

❦ — pairing : front man x f!reader [ SMUT ]

❦ — warning(s) : humiliation , degradation , d/s dynamic .

❦ — words : 0,5k || navigation sg masterlist

author notes : IF YOU SEE THIS PLEASE REBLOG IT. 😭 IT'LL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. EVEN THOUGHT YOU DONT LIKE THE CHARACTER IM WRITING JUST REBLOG IT BECAUSE GOD KNOWS IF YOUR FOLLOWERS IS SOMEONE WHO LIKE THE CHARACTER. 😭

''come on baby come on, take it slow and nicely''

the front man murmured as he yanked your hair to the back, lips slightly curved at the sight of you struggling to aligned his cock into your cunt,

its funny really how you thought you can dominate him earlier today, grinding against his thigh with both hands on his throat,

its fucking embarrassing

your face was red at the nonstop humiliation that keep leaving his mouth,

you never felt this embarrassed

hands carassing your thigh making you slightly shivered, hands on each side of your dom's body, your cunt very often pulsing around nothing, eyes already watered at his humiliation,

''you said you could take me ? what happened to my bold y/n'' the front man mused as he slap your ass cheek making you jolt to the front, and a single tear slipped out your eyes,

''m' sorry s-sir'' you confessed, as you slowly lowered your body, hands guiding his huge cock to your fold, your body tense up at the feeling of his tip connecting with your cunt, you hissed as you moved your hands to his shoulders for support, and lowered yourself letting his cock sink into you,

''mommy, call me mommy'' the front man mimicked your voice from your earlier stunned, as he watched you sinking down onto his cock, and a chuckled leaving his mouth,

''my little dumb princess, dominate me?''

a pain sting onto your ass cheek making your thigh shaking at the contact, lips threatening to spill out the whimpers and moans, making your nails digged in your dom's shoulder

and before you could know, you suddenly felt the masked man put his both hand onto your shoulder and slamming you down, and violently thrusting his hips from beneath you, making the whimpers and moans that you've been hold finally slipped out your lips,

''now this is how you dominate someone'' the front man groaned as he keep thrusting beneath you, your arousal already coating his cock as the tip very so often hitting your cervix making you moaned out loud at the knotted,

''i- i'm sorry- m' promise I'll never do t-that again-'' you choked out as you hold onto his shoulder for your dear life, giving the perfect view of your tits bouncing on every thrust, and the front man wished nothing than to watch this beautiful sight of you everyday

the way he could see his cock's lining at your tummy, enough to prove how little you are, enough to prove how big he is

in his eyes, you are nothing than a little dumb princess who need to be take care of

well atleast you tried

[shiggyscumrag]

Im sorry but im a simp for izuku and Tenya so I really wanna know how pegging would go. Like I bet that both of them would enjoy being pegged but like taking them so far into subspace and overstimulation they just blank out on everything you say calling you mommy/daddy/master/mistress or whatever you decide. Oh God sweet jesus~ ugh I need that in my life-

Okay literally love this- I love the idea of fucking boy doms into little cry baby subs so doing this with izuku and iida sounds astounding<3

Tenya iida is mainly a top, but surprisingly he's a switch. He's mentioned this in passing once and never mentioned it again. You remembered though. How could you not? (GN!READER)

"M'feels really good, don't stop!" He pleaded. Ass up high in the air with you pounding into him at the same speed he did to you last night. Hands grabbing onto the sheets below him for dear life. Slobber rolling from his tongue to his chin. Moans breaking from his throat as he whines and crys about how good your fucking him with your cock.

"Master, g-gonna cum again!" You've never heard him stutter more in his life than tonight alone. You've gotten your usually confident very well spoken husband cock drunk.

"You wanna cum? I bet you wanna cum so bad." You teased

"Yes, yes! Wanna cum! Please let me cum master, please!" He begged, tears brimming at his waterline.

"Ah, you gonna cry baby?" You teased "Come on, cry for me. Wanna be my little cry baby cock whore?" You continued as you laid a hard smack on his ass. He jolted forward letting out a loud moan, tears finally rolling down his fucked out face.

"MASTER PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME CUM! IT HURTS-" you cut him off with another smack of the ass, he cried out in pain while his eyes rolled back far into his skull. Cum shooting from his reddened cock, and loud moan of him crying out your name.

The sheets now spoiled, your hips slowed helping him ride out his high before coming to a complete stop. His shaking panting form below you.

"Did it feel good?" You spit.

"Y-yes master, thank you." He shivered.

"Turn around. Now." You demanded, pulling out of him in one swift movement.

He whimpered at the feeling of being empty, but quickly obliged with your demand. You towered over him and planted your hands on either side of his head.

"I didn't say you could cum." You said sternly, you had a sneer on your face and your tone made iida shudder.

"I'm sorry master, I didn't mean-" you cut him off before he could finish

"I didn't ask for an apology. Now you're gonna suck on my cock while I jerk you off till I'm satisfied at how much you've cum."

Izuku would be a switch, but would be a power bottom, reader is a soft dom top (GN!READER BTW!!)

"Nngh- feels so good! Nngh ah fuck, fuck-" He cut himself off by biting his lip. He's so beautiful like this, riding your cock into the late hours of the night. A light sheen of sweat making his skin sparkle, some green locks stuck to his forehead.

You're just here for the ride honeslty. Him using you as his personal fuck toy gives you all the pleasure you could ask for. Honeslty even if you didn't cum, you would still be completely satisfied. You just wanna watch Izuku cum all over your fat cock over and over again.

"Fuck me! I'm gonna cum again!" He whimpered out digging his nails into your shoulders.

"Yes, please cum on me. Make me dirty with your seed doll." You knew izuku loved when you talked dirty to him.

"AH FUCK-" He screamed as white hot ropes of cum splattered all over your chest as he continued to ride out his high. After a few seconds he collapsed onto your shoulder.

"My turn puppy? Want me to fuck another one out of you?" You asked rubbing his back and kissing his temple. Wiping the hair out his face to lock eyes.

"Wanna milk you." He whispered. You only chuckled.

"Okay puppy, you can milk me all you want."

[yuedama]

OMGOMG ok so can you do a jealous yelena x reader smut IM SO THIRSTY FOR HER RN

content : nsfw ; vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, petnames

notes : ohoho gotchu anon ;) 'm sorry if it took a while but i hope u enjoy !!

a harsh grip on your chin forced your eyes to stare into pools of grey, the intensity beneath them making you writhe in your place. it all had happened so suddenly— you had been making your way towards the mess hall for dinner when an arm yanked you into a dimly lit room. you had initially panicked, but after seeing who had pulled you into the dark and confined space, you immediately let your guard down.

which, in your part, was a big mistake.

just as you looked up to invite the blonde for dinner, you were met with a glowering yelena, no trace of tenderness in their face as she pushed you against the wall. you reached out your hand to cup her cheeks, but it was quickly smacked away.

“yelena?” your voice was soft as you stared at her in concern, though there was a stinging in your hand from the impact of her slap.

she made no response, only choosing to growl at you before coming down to bite the skin between your neck and collarbone. you whimpered at the attack, face contorting to that of pleasure and pain, hands coming up to her shoulders to push her away.

“hey, 'lena, what's wrong?” 

“oh, you tell me what's wrong. why were you getting all friendly with that blond?” hot breath tickled your lips as they maintained intense eye contact with you, lengthy fingers finding purchase on the base of your neck to push you further against the wall. “what was his name again?”

“i-i don't know who you're talki—”

“nice try, doll, but that's not going to work.”

you made a confused hum which eventually turned to a string of mewls as yelena nipped at your flesh, adamant at leaving marks on your skin. they relished in the way you would sigh and pant as they sank their teeth into you, the feeling of your warm body rutting against theirs absolutely euphoric. 

“you know who i'm talking about, that blond kid with the undercut.” yelena's eyes bore deeply into yours as she leaned back, one hand cradling your face while the other was gripping your thigh. “you seemed so comfortable around him, leaning against his shoulder as you laughed at whatever pathetic joke he made.”

“you've got it wrong!” you cried, voice shaky for you were out of breath, fingers clutching her dress shirt tightly to ground yourself. 

“wrong?” yelena feigned innocence, having the audacity to look hurt as a hand coming to resting on their chest. “you mean to tell me i didn't catch you all over that kid a while ago?”

she leaned in to whisper against your ear, lips tracing the lobe just enough to make you feel hotter. “are you accusing me of seeing things, doll?”

“'lena, let me explain,” a desperate look was written on your face; though you were a little nervous, you also couldn't resist the ticklish curiosity eating at you for what yelena might do to you. all the ways she would touch you, run her fingers on your body as she claimed you were hers. it made you drool at the thought.

“what's there to explain?” the blonde's nails dug into your hips, her head leaning down to tug your bottom lip harshly as she spoke against it. “i saw everything.”

you could only whimper against their lips, eyes closing as you let her have her way with you. before you knew it, your bottoms were in a pool at your ankles, your dripping essences on display for the tall woman. 

“you actually got fucking wet from that? how low of you, darling,” yelena chuckled, a dark glint overtaking their expression as her fingers rolled your erect clit. your legs buckled, and if you weren't holding onto her to brace yourself, you were certain you would have collapsed to the floor.

“l-lena a-ah!” the pinching of your bundle of nerves coupled with the biting of your neck quickly riled you up. yelena was ruthless, showing no mercy as she toyed with your clit and marked your neck, choosing places where she knew people could see. 

“that's right, call out my name,” she forced you to keep your eyes on her, lips twisting to a sadistic grin as she watched the way she made you crumble; pleasured you like no else did, no one else could. a digit entered your sopping hole, prodding right at your sweet, spongy spot. 

black dots clouded your vision as you tried your hardest to train your eyes on the blonde before you, chest heaving up and down as you greedily sucked in air, tongue lolling at the tip of your mouth. she sped up the jerking of her wrist as she added a second finger, thumb pressing down on your clit hard. 

broken moans echoed in the room, your mind unable to focus on anything but the way yelena devoured you with her gaze while thrusting in and out of your cunt. 

“l-lena n-ngh!”

the sense of pride that bubbled in yelena's chest was incomparable to anything as she listened to you practically scream her name while she made you crumble beneath her. 

“who owns you?” 

“you...” tears pricked your waterline as you forced your voice out your dry throat, hands pathetically clinging onto the blonde's forearms for dear life. 

“louder, darling.” her pace quickened, steel eyes widening in adoration as she watched the way you took in her fingers, drool trickling down the sides of your mouth.

“i'm yours, yelena, all yours!” her lips twitched upwards, a satisfied sigh being drawn from it as she kissed the salty tears away from the corner of your eyes. 

“and who's fucking you this good right now?” 

“y-you, yelena!” you were going insane from the brutal, inhumane speed she had set, eyes shutting close as the pleasure became too much to handle.

“you think that armin can do you as good as i can?”

“n-no, 'lena.”

“good pet,” the fondness in her husky voice was unmistakable, though it grew in contrast with the way she continuously, ravenously, grazed your slick walls with her rough fingertips. you could only clench your eyelids harder til you started seeing colors, whole body spasming as you were drawn nearer to your high.

“want me to call him and show him just how much of a mess you are for me?”

a gasp left your lips as your eyes snapped open to look at the blonde's face in confusion, searching for any signs of humor in them, though she looked dead serious. “please d-don't. i belong to you, 'lena, only you!”

“you plead me not to, yet the way your walls gripped my fingers say otherwise,” a frown graced her features as she stopped her ministrations, robbing you of the high you were chasing. 

“'lena, why'd you stop?” it was so frustrating, feeling the telltale signs of a coming orgasm only to have that sweet moment ripped away from you.

“you'd have to reflect on your actions before you even think of getting to cum.” yelena growled, stepping back to straighten her clothes and make herself presentable.

with that, she walked out and disappeared to god knows where, leaving you sensitive and insatiable, an uncomfortable wet patch in your underwear as you made your way towards the mess hall once more. it had become apparent that luck wasn't on your side, for the only empty seat in the room was beside the blond who was the main reason for yelena's outburst.  

[xsarcasticwriterx]

My god

Summary: After 4 years after loki died from the dark elves...except he didn't

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral (m receiving) honestly just some soft ass smex, sooooome angst but very little

Notes: As i've said i dont give 2 fucks if your 18+ or not sO continue on spawns of satan (the end of the smut is meh but the rest is 10/10)

You rolled over in bed groaning. Sleeping wasn't something that came of ease for the past 4 years. Everytime you close your eyes you saw loki in thor's arms slowly dying. You screamed so loud that day falling and crying. That was the day the biggests storms hit every planet.

See your powers were to control the weather of every planet. You were essentially mother nature. You sat up from your bed sighing before standing up. You walked to your bathroom, splashing your face with water you looked up seeing the dark bags under your eyes. Thor worried for you after everything but then he had to go and help the avengers with something.

Hes been gone ever sense. You walked to your kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it with water. you chugged it before feeling tears fall down your face. “fuck” you whispered to yourself before wiping the tears away. you sniffled and put the glass in the sink. you were about to walk back to your room when there was a knock at your door.

You grabbed your knife before slowly walking to the door. Who could be here at 4am? you opened the door a crack before seeing a face that could throw anyone off. loki. You walked off from the door and loki was confused but walked in. you grabbed a book and turned throwing it at him. it hit him in the chest. “I'm here” he said looking down at the book. you nod and turn in a circle. you scoff before walking towards him. You slap him, his face is jerked to the side. 

He looks back to you. “ow” he said neutrally. “ok mhm” you said before grabbing his face with your hands. “fuck you asshole fuck you and everything you are” you screamed at him. The pain you felt was astronomical. 

Loki just stared as you yelled at him. “I hate you!” you yelled over and over while punching his chest. You felt tears fall down your eyes. Finally all the pain and grief hit you seeing him in front of you. Loki grabbed you and hugged you. “I know im sorry im sorry angel but im here im so sorry” he said rubbing your back.

You pulled away looking up at loki, and he looked down at you. His hair had grown out but he was still the greasy black haired god of mischief you loved. You stroked his hair. you smirked and laughed a little. Still perfection.

you looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Like the ocean” you said holding his face with your hands. He smirked “forgiven?” he asked. You grumble “fuck you” you say, then lean forward. your eyes flutter close,and you rubbed your nose across his. 

Your lips met it was slow,kind,soft. It was just two people in love. you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer. Loki's hands go under your thigh pushing you to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist. he walks to your room. he gently starts trailing his kiss along your jaw. your head moves back to give him more room.

His lips feel soft and nice on you jaw. he gently lays you on the bed crawling on top. he nippled on your neck then licked the spot. “such an angel” he said pulling away. He looked down at you, dilated pupils small marking on your neck your breathing was heavy and fast.

He lent back down pushing your shirt up he kissed up to your chest. He pushed your shirt up gently and you took it off tossing it elsewhere. “perfection” he said kissing your chest. he took a nipple into his mouth sucking and biting. you groan your hips lifting up. loki pulled away squeezing,

“so soft” he said kissing down the valley. You pulled loki up and he looked down at you. you pushed his shirt off still staring at him. “my god” you said while stroking his chest “my beautiful god” you said. he smiled down at you. 

His beautiful eyes shone in the moonlight the peeked through the window. His beautiful smile as he looked down at you full of love. His dark waves falling over his shoulder. 

He leaned down and kissed you slow and deep. His hands were on your hips as he grinded cock into you. You whimpered against his lip. “my queen” he said trailing his kisses down the valley of your chest, down your stomach he licked your navel. His lips stopped at your shorts he slowly took them off throwing them elsewhere. he kissed your ankle trailing up. He nibbled your thighs and licked it, sucked it. his hands pushed your thighs apart looking at your wetness soaking through your underwear.

“loki” you said softly. he looked up at you “i love you” you said with a smile. He moved you to you. you took your face in his hands. he kissed your nose, you cheeks, your jaw, then your lips “i love you too” he said before leaning back to your underwear. he took it between his teeth dragging it down. he threw it somewhere. 

He marked your thighs kissing soft and slow. “my girl” he said as he came back up to you. He kissed you deeply it was calm. “im addicted to your lip” he said kissing you again. You felt his fingers slide through landing on your clit. you moan into his mouth and he smiles on your lips. 

His fingers rub your clit putting pressure. “there we go angel girl” he said inserting his finger into you. you moaned loudly your hips rocking forward. his thumb landed back on your clit. you withered underneath his touch. He pumped his fingers in and out of you. you move your hips meeting his rhythm. He watched as your eyes shut, you head tilted back. His lips met the front of your neck his thumb rubbing and flicking your clit. his fingers move in a ‘come here’ motion hitting your g spot. “loki loki baby there” you say lifting your hips off the bed.

Loki massaged the spot keeping his rhythm bending his fingers every time his finger were all the way in you. he kissed your neck biting and marking. you whimper and feel your walls tighten. Loki lifted his head watching you moan and whimper as your orgasm hit you. The way your legs squeeze around him and shake. He loved to cause you pleasure.

He kept his fingers moving through your orgasm. Once you calmed he pulled his fingers out licking them. you sat up unbuttoning his pants. he kicked them off and kissed pecked your lips. he pulled off his underwear his cock sprung free. you kissed up his thighs biting and leaving feather kisses. 

you kiss up his chest and bite his chest. loki looks down at you and smiles “having fun there beautiful?” he ask. you look up and smirk “not yet dear” you say falling back to your sitting position. You grab the base of his cock licking from the tip to the base tracing over the veins. Loki's head tossed back as he groaned.

“now i am” you said. taking the tip of it in your mouth. you bob your head up and down. loki grabs the back of your hair. He looked down seeing spit and precum falling on your chin. Your hair a mess in his fist. You looked so beautiful with his cock in your mouth. your tongue keeps tracing over the veins as you bob. “my queen id love to keep this up but i cant” he said his hips starting to thrust into your mouth. you remove your mouth, a string of saliva.

you smile up at him and loki leans down kissing you “you taste amazing my god” you say putting your hands on his cheeks. he slowly lays you back down and kisses you. he sat back up on his knees.

his hair was a wavy mess, eyes sparkling blue with dilated pupils, his chest glistened with a thin layer of sweat. He was beautiful. You love him, he's your god. your god. 

He leans down kissing you. he lines his spit covered dick and pushes in while looking at you. He watches as you close your eyes and mouth opens but no noise comes out. his kisses your bottom lip. he moves pulling out and pushing in. Its slow and calm. you open your eyes looking up at him. you hold his face and smile. “You are perfect” you say giving him a small kiss. he smiles at you and puts his head on your shoulder. 

He lightly pecks your shoulder and collarbone. “my girl” he says nuzzling his head in and speeding up his thrust. your arms wrap around his shoulders holding him close. His fingers lands on your clit as he thrust. Your walls tighten and you hold him close. He thrust harder in you holding your hips.

he lifts his head watching as you cum on his dick. your mouth opens in an O shape as you tilt your head backwards. He felt your walls tighten and just loved seeing you come undone. 

He thrust harder he bends your legs up to your chest wrapping his arms under your knees. He pushes faster. you feel his rhythm break and his head falls to your chest. He buries himself inside of you as you feel spurts of cum inside of you. 

Loki starts to pull out before you wrap your legs around him. “stay” you say. He knows that has many meanings but nonetheless he smiles and lays down most his weight was on the bed only his chest was on your chest and torso was on your pelvis. 

“Loki i love you a lot and im pissed as hell at you but just...promise to never leave me again?” you said stroking through his hair. “I promise” loki said snuggling closer to you. he closed his eyes and traced your stomach. “I will stay with you till the day we die” he said. you smiled and continued to play with his hair as he slowly fell asleep. “My god” you said before falling asleep yourself.

[scariusaquarius]

hello dear, how are you? hope u good ♥︎ now, there's this one song that says "she said fuck me like i'm famous and i said okay", and i was wondering if you could write a leon kennedy x reader in which reader is famous in some area (a singer maybe) and she meets leon and ends up having a night with him (yk what i mean, smut nd stuff....). only if you feel like, of course! also, feel free to do however you may prefer! (imagine drabble or whatever) thankss.

I did this as a blurb because i'm too deep in my crisis to be able to write any huge fics rn rip i need my emotional support kennedick and i do NOT HAVE HIM SDFKJASDL;FJ this is actually kinda sad and im sorry askdfjas;ldfkj

WARNING: EROTIC CONTENT UNDER THE CUT <3

It was almost surreal to have you in a bed with him like this, your fingers digging into his skin to create little indents that would disappear like he would have to in the morning. While Leon hated the same cycle of getting into some strangers bed, fucking them like he loved them, and then disappearing as if he never existed...Leon was sure that this bed he was in, the silk feeling soft and like home, would be his last.

You were such a sweet and young little thing; a youthful 25 year old flower to his wilted garden of 40 years and counting. An up-and-coming celebrity due to your beautiful singing; an important figure, famous, high-profile, so you were the riskiest sexcapade that Leon had yet.

But he enjoyed the fact that he was making you sing in a way that not many people were given the honor of hearing.

Really, it had been an accident that he found himself in your home, lying naked in your bedroom with you bouncing up and down his cock like you were so desperate to feel his cock make you cum. Leon hadn't meant to sit down next to you, to have you buy him drinks and get him tipsy enough to want to fuck your cute little body, but Leon wasn't going to exactly say no to free drinks, right?

he'd only been in it for the drinks, that's what he told himself. You were holding onto his hands, his large and warm palms keeping you steady as you bounced and gyrated, the bed creaking and shaking from the enthusiasm within your movements, and Leon wasn't sure when the last time he had such a playful, fun partner.

You were giggling as you bounced, blessed little moans and cute giggled whimpers leaving your lipstick-smeared lips, and Leon was addicted to the absolute pleasure that you were showing him. Was sex with him really that fun? Were you actually really enjoying yourself? It made Leon feel so good yet guilty because he knew this wasn't something that could continue. He'd have to pack up and leave before you ever realized he was gone.

Safety precaution; he was just trying to protect you.

Right?

Leon couldn't help but moan as your walls tightened around him. He'd stayed for too long already; came in you twice already, but he just didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep filling you up over and over and that was dangerous in itself.

Was 'love at first fuck' even possible? Maybe it was the alcohol. He was just drunk...maybe sex drunk too. You were whining, cumming all over him, and Leon clutched onto your hands as if they were a lifeline.

'Keep cumming. Keep fucking me. Don't make me leave just yet.'

Maybe god was on his side for once because you just gave him a devilish little grin, tilting your head as your grip on his hands softened and hips slowly swirled, his cock twitching, and Leon wondered how bad it would be to make a simple exception.

In the morning, he'd be gone, his side of the bed cold, but there would a simple reminder of his presence beside the ache and cum that would be in your body: a simple note with his name and number and a 'stay safe, doll' printed in beautiful cursive.

[mxxnlitwonders]

c’mon pretty boy — miya atsumu

✎ gender. uhm neutral? but female parts are used ✎ contains. pegging, dom!reader, aka atsumu’s a little bratty :3c but i didnt focus on it that much, degradation and praising (giving), oral (giving and receiving), face-riding, little bit of edging, aftercare!!!, bad grammar (i think i switched between tenses hng) ✎ wc. 5.8k (im so sorry)

✎ summary. you’ve always been more of a switch, and you really want to, well, switch, things up. It’ll just take some convincing when it comes to your dear boyfriend.

✎ ameris’ notes. repost from my other blog! owo lil special thanks for nidae back when they helped me a bit with this fic <3

The shatter of the mug echoed through the kitchen, but your form stayed still, sipping your cup of coffee as you stared at Atsumu’s appalled face across the room. His hands frozen and the back of his head still facing you. 

“What?” He nearly murmured, turning to face you. 

Gently and calmly, you set the cup on the table as you uncrossed your legs. Perhaps you should have waited for Atsumu to sit at the table across from you, but what’s done is done. 

Eyeing the remains of the mug on the floor, you stood back up to meet Atsumu’s brown eyes. 

“I wanna peg and dom you,” you said again, then pointed to the mess on the floor. “Also you’re cleaning that up.” 

Atsumu grimaced, “Hell no.” Carefully, he tiptoed around the shattered pieces to grab a broom and dustpan to clean it up. He was thankful that the mug wasn’t filled with coffee yet. 

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” You grinned at him as you leaned against the kitchen counter, resting your chin on your hand. He crouched down to pick up the pieces but gave you a wary side glance. 

Atsumu knew that your eyes were on him like a hawk. The two of you guys were together long enough that you knew his every tell. And he knew it. Sometimes, you knew him better than you knew yourself. You were there for him for most of his life, from losing to Karasuno at Nationals during second year, to the falling out you two had in third year, to reconnecting a year after graduation, and finally to when he got scouted by the MSBY Black Jackals when he finally asked you out. 

The point is, Atsumu knew that you knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea of you taking control in the bedroom. And he knew you knew that he knew. 

“What size do you want?” You asked the setter, already scrolling through an adult sex toy website on your phone. 

“I never said I wanted to get pegged,” Atsumu replied, standing back up to throw the remains away. He had to walk past you to toss it into the trash and suddenly he became more and more aware of the predatory gaze you had on him. 

Biting your bottom lip, you set your phone down and trailed your eyes over his broad shoulders, to his slim waist (at least compared to the rest of him), and his ass. Atsumu’s thighs were nice too, no doubt, except with the gray sweatpants he had on it was hard to admire. But damn, did you want to ruin him. 

Slowly you walked up to your boyfriend and as he turned to face you, suddenly surprised by your presence, you set your hands on his hips, your eyes settling on his chest before going up to his eyes. Atsumu swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing along. Your lust-filled eyes almost scaring him. 

Your hands squeezed his hips, bringing him closer to you. A smirk made its way onto your face when you felt his hardened length against you. 

“Yeah, but I think you like the idea of it, don’t you?” Leaning up with your breath ghosting over his ear you whispered, “You’d love getting fucked in the ass and you’d love being a good boy, just for me, wouldn’t you, baby?” You made sure to grind into his hips when the last syllable left your mouth. 

A low groan rumbled over Atsumu but you suddenly took a step back, an innocent smile on your face being the total opposite to the mood of what was happening just a few seconds ago. 

For once, Atsumu swallowed his pride, knowing that you wouldn’t do anything without his explicit consent. 

“Surprise me. On the size...” he murmured the last part, looking off to the side. 

“Yay!” You cheered in an extremely jarring change of tone, immediately picking up your phone to continue to scroll through for a strap-on. 

Atsumu huffed, slightly pissed off that you just left him hanging. Whatever, he’ll make you help him out. Leaving you to your own devices, he settled onto the couch and turned on the TV. That is, until you spoke up once more. 

“In the meantime, do you want me to help you with your little problem?” You asked, your voice ever so slightly condescending. His cock strained against his sweatpants and Atsumu couldn’t help but shift around his pants, feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable. Especially with how your eyes rest on the obvious tent. 

But you wanted to play around a bit, test the waters. 

“Yeah baby, why don’t you help me out?” Atsumu smirked, trying to regain control only for him to slightly falter once he saw the frown on your face. 

“Sorry baby,” you walked up to him, caressing his face to make him stare up at you, “only good boys get taken care of.” You ruffled his blonde hair before walking away. There was a little sway in your hips as you walked into your shared bedroom and Atsumu knew that he was so fucked. Literally. 

Of course, he shut off the TV to quickly follow you into the bedroom, stumbling over himself on the way. 

Atsumu’s presence could be described as large, to put it simply. 

He’s a professional volleyball player for one thing, so he was taller than the average person. He’s more than fit too, with his broad shoulders and large thighs. Physically, he took up a lot of room. And even then, Atsumu was loud. His personality took up the entire room whenever he could. 

So to see you staring down at him with a hunger in your eyes that he’s never seen before. Shit, for the first time in his life he’s felt small. And fuck does he like it. Loved it, even. 

Not that he’ll ever admit it. 

Not with the way you stood between his legs and how you tilted his chin to look up at you. God forbid he ever admits to being into this. 

“Bet by the end of this, you’ll be so tired I’ll have to take care of you,” Atsumu smirked up at you but instead, your other hand pulled sharply on his hair, yanking him back. You bent down, your lips ghosting against his. 

“If you keep acting like a brat I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum,” you scold, “only good boys get to cum.” 

With that said, you shoved him back by his shoulders, causing him to fall onto the bed with a light plop. To Atsumu’s distaste, you walked away. But when he saw you grab the strap on and the lube that came with it? He could swear he felt his cock twitch in his sweats. 

You set the items on the bed for easier access as you moved to straddle him. You purposely grinded down onto his already hard member and bent down to give him a soft, short kiss, only to move your lips away. You smirked, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes as he desperately tried to kiss your lips. 

“Does my pretty boy want to kiss me?” 

His hand moved from your hips to the back of your head but you immediately slapped it away, pinning the arm down beside his head as you glared. 

“If you keep acting like a pathetic brat, you won’t cum at all tonight,” you threatened. “Just because of that keep your hands to yourself, okay? ‘Tsumu.” Atsumu’s breath hitched. You knew what kind of effect you had on him. You felt him subtly grind into your core just then, but you’d let it slide. After all, the way he was uncharacteristically quiet because of you made you feel a little bit too powerful. 

Slowly, you trailed your hands down his chest, grazing over his nipples before playing with the hem of his shirt. Tapping Atsumu’s side, silently telling him you wanted to take it off, he shifted himself to make it easier and you quickly pulled off his shirt. 

You took a deep breath, admiring him underneath you. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” And shit, Atsumu really did have a praise kink because all he wanted was for you to keep on complimenting him, praising him, to call him your pretty boy. 

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Atsumu smirked, his voice slightly wavering. He hoped you didn’t notice, you did.

“I could,” you replied, your hands slightly hovering over his chest, barely touching him, “I could touch myself, make myself cum as I stare at your pretty body. But that would mean you don’t get to cum. I don’t think you’d want that, would you?” Your hand slid down his abdomen, your finger tracing over the ‘v’ shape lines. You knew he wanted you to touch him, especially with the way he was pressing up into your core. 

Wanting a little bit of relief yourself, you grinded down into him, a slight moan leaving both your and his mouth. 

“Shit, st-stop fucking teasing!” Atsumu growled, tossing his head back slightly. 

You clicked your tongue, “I give the orders here, baby. Not you.”

Climbing off of him, you gestured for him to move further back onto the bed to get into a more comfortable position. Atsumu sat there, watching you as you slowly took off your top and pants, leaving you bare with just a matching lace bra and panties. His favorite ones; the ones that he loved to tear off of you. And you knew it. 

You moved onto the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight as you went to sit between his legs. Atsumu felt incredibly vulnerable with your gaze on the obvious tent in his sweatpants, but he felt safe, comfortable.

Your finger traced over the tent lightly, Atsumu rutting his hips up to get more of your touch but you quickly pulled your hand away. Instead, your hand dipped below his waistband, dragging down both his briefs and pants and tossed the clothes to the side, freeing his hard member as it slapped against his stomach. Trails of precum left on his stomach and Atsumu stared down at you, waiting for your touch. 

“You look so pretty like this,” you sighed out, your hand finally wrapping around his hard cock, your thumb swiping over his red tip to spread the precum. Leaning up, you pressed your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated, pressing back even harder against you. You bit his bottom lip, causing him to groan as you continued stroking his cock, his hips ever so slightly thrusting into your fist. You slipped your tongue into his mouth before you pulled away, a string of saliva connected your mouth and Atsumu’s. 

Your grip tightened as you stroked a little faster and a groan left his mouth, tossing his head back. 

“Fuck, feels good,” he moaned out. 

“Yeah, pretty boy?” You asked. Before Atsumu could reply, you ducked your head down, placing a languid kiss against his red tip. Then a small kitten lick against the beads of precum that gathered at the tip. Atsumu let out a choked moan, wanting more from you but he bit his lip, he wasn’t about to let you hear him beg, he knew he’d lose if he begged. But you weren’t about to lose either. 

Slowly, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and moved your head down his shaft until you felt Atsumu hit the back of your throat. It was difficult taking all of him in your mouth, since Atsumu was on the larger side but it was easier now after a bit of practice. 

Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and begin bobbing your head up and down his cock. Atsumu tried holding back his moans but when you slightly slapped his hip, he finally let out every pretty noise that was only for your ears. Your hands began stroking the parts of him that you couldn’t reach as your jaw began hurting. But you were determined to make Atsumu cum and with the way his thighs tensed and his moans getting louder as he pleaded for you to let him cum, you knew he was well on his way. 

You take your mouth off of him, to his disappointment, but when your hand takes over, stroking him how he likes it all thought leaves his head. 

“Your moans sound so pretty, baby,” you murmured against his lips before kissing him and swallowing his moans. You couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto your lips as he began thrusting up into your fist and with how he couldn’t focus on kissing you. Instead, he pulled away letting out a loud groan as he felt his peak approach. 

Until you stopped your strokes and Atsumu let out the saddest of whines which made you want to spoil him. But you wouldn’t. 

“Fuck, I was so close,” Atsumu panted. 

“Gotta beg for it, baby, I don’t know how much you want to cum,” you replied. Atsumu scowled at you but you could only smile back at him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Especially with how you decided to wrap your hands around his hard cock again, slowly stroking up and down his shaft. 

Atsumu let out more moans and he knew that you already won. He knew that you wouldn’t let him cum, would make him edge for the rest of the night and as much as he liked the idea of that, maybe it’d be better off if it was for another night.

Another night, meaning he was definitely going to let you do whatever you pleased to him again after this. 

“Fuck,” he gasped out your name, feeling you speed up your strokes, your thumb swiping over his tip. He thrusted his hips up into your fist, felt his thighs tensing and his peak was coming close again. Faster this time as you had just edged him. Just as you were about to edge him once he finally let out the words you’ve been wanting to hear.”

“Let me cum, please, I—fuuuck—“ he choked on his words, letting out a loud, desperate groan. “‘S’close, I want to—want to cum.” 

Knowing that was the best you were going to get out of him, for now, you continued stroking his hard member, your grip tightening just a little bit. You were sure to focus on giving his tip the attention it needed as well. And then his eyes rolled back into his head, a loud moan escaping his mouth that vaguely sounded like your name and spurts of white cum painted your hand and his stomach. 

You stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his member slowly softening. When Atsumu put his hand on your wrist, trying to pull you away from him to prevent overstimulation, you smiled up at him. 

“Good boy, you look so good cumming like that, ‘Tsumu. So pretty, all for me,” you leaned up to give him a chaste kiss. You pulled away, staring at him with half lidded eyes before kissing him again. 

Atsumu lived for your kisses, with the way you were nibbling on his bottom lip to the way your tongue swiped into his mouth, how you slightly suckled on his tongue. If it was possible, he could live off of your kisses but he was only human, still in need of air and still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. So he pulled away.

His brown eyes stared into yours, as you stared at him with innocent eyes. You brought your hand up to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the cum that fell on your hand and you smiled. 

“Always taste so good, baby,” you moved your hand towards him, telling him to lick what was left and he hesitantly did what he was told. Atsumu’s cock was already hardening once more from how dirty this was. 

“So, are ya gonna fuck me already or what?” He asked, eyeing the strap-on that sat on the bed. 

You clicked your tongue, “Gotta be patient baby. Besides,” you pushed him down gently onto the bed, stripping off your panties and bra before climbing to straddle his waist, “you’re gonna make me cum with your tongue, okay pretty boy?”  Immediately, his hands went to caress your breasts but you slapped them away, pinning them beside his head. 

“No touching until I say so,” you chastised Atsumu, “now make me cum or I’ll leave you exactly like this.” You reach back to lightly stroke his cock before pulling away, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth. 

Before Atsumu could give you any type of remark, you had already climbed towards the top of the bed, settling your legs beside his head. 

Atsumu stared up at your glistening folds, his hands already automatically trying to grab your hips to bring you down to his mouth. Repeating your actions from before, you were quick to swipe his hands away. 

“Remember what I said, pretty boy,” you scolded. With that, he slowly set his hands back onto the bed, gripping the sheets and you lowered yourself onto his face. One of your hands buried in his hair and the other on the headboard. 

Hesitantly, Atsumu licked his tongue through your folds from your entrance to clit, a pleased moan leaving his mouth as he tasted you and he was sure not to miss your gasp. You pull on his hair a little harder, slowly grinding your hips down on his mouth, following his tongue against your core. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so-fuck!” you desperately cried out as he brought your clit into his mouth, suckling on it then going back to licking through your folds. Your grip on his hair tightens as you begin bucking your hips against him, breathy moans filling the room. 

His tongue trails down from your clit to your entrance, thrusting in you as one of his hands moved to then replace his tongue. You’d be sure to punish Atsumu another time because fuck was he putting his mouth to good use for once. He slipped in two of his long, thick fingers into your wet hole that’s a mix of your slick and his own saliva. He moves his mouth back to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bud and suckling against it as his strong setter fingers stroked inside you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you so easily and so well. 

“Fuck, yes, I’m almost-” you felt the pressure in your core building up and your thighs tensing up. A desperate whine left your lips as you finally hit your climax. Atsumu stroked you through your orgasm, letting you ride his face until your grip on his hair loosened up and you slowly got off of him. 

A sense of pride and admiration flowed through you as soon as you saw your slick coat the sides of his mouth and chin. Sitting slightly up, Atsumu grinned at you as he placed his fingers into his mouth, sucking and cleaning his fingers of your juices before pulling them out with a ‘pop’. 

Grasping him by the back of his head, you pulled him towards you, placing a passionate kiss against his mouth. Your tongue stroking his lips before he parted to let you taste yourself against him. Atsumu moaned against you when one of your hands moved to twist one of his nipples between your fingers. 

You pulled away, a smirk very apparent on your face as he flushed red, “So you like that more than you let on, huh.” You recalled the few times you’ve given his nipples attention in the past, him often pulling your hand away but he’d always bring you into a kiss right away instead. Probably to hide his pink-tinted cheeks. 

Atsumu pursed his lips before you moved to kiss his jawline, then began leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his neck, suckling here and there to leave marks. You made your way down his chest, making sure to lightly play with his nipples with your fingers until your lips found its way onto his chest. You pull the perked bud in between your lips, sucking and lightly nibbling. You stared up at Atsumu, who let out light, breathy moans with his eyes shut. 

You pulled away, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube, the cap opening up with a click. Atsumu opened his eyes at the sound, then watched you closely. You patted his knees and Atsumu layed back on the bed, spreading his legs open. 

“You alright?” You asked, watching as he seemed a bit uneasy. 

Atsumu would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. On one hand, he wanted to prove that he could take your cock. On the other, he’s the one usually doing the fucking. But fuck he really, really, liked feeling like putty because of you. 

He felt your hands caress his legs up to his waist, “Relax baby-” you kissed him at the crown of his head “-we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable.” But Atsumu shook his head with a huff. 

“Can’t lose to you,” he argued. You lightly chuckled, knowing that was just a way for him to convince himself that you fucking him? Wasn’t going to make him less than. And if his conversations with Bokuto and Hinata in the locker room were any indication, he was clearly the one winning. 

“Alright,” you grab one of the pillows on the bed, telling him to lift his hips as you slide it snuggly underneath him. You moved to sit between his legs, tapping on them. 

“Hold yourself open, pretty boy,” you ordered softly. Atsumu placed his hands under his knees, spreading his legs open for you and watched as you stared down at his puckered hole. You traced your finger around it, Atsumu slightly jolte and you chuckled softly to place a kiss on his thigh, murmuring reassuring words to the man. 

With the bottle of lube, you poured a generous amount on your fingers before moving to slowly insert a finger into his hole. You kissed his thigh again, asking Atsumu if he was alright. 

“Y-yeah,” he breathed out. He was about to ask you to move but instead bit his tongue. The feeling of your finger in him was... Foreign, to say the least. But it wasn’t unwelcome. With the way you fingered him gently was different to how you’ve been treating him every now and then this past session. 

“Ah-!” Atsumu gasped out in pleasure when you placed another finger into him, even pouring a bit of lube to help ease the stretch. You kissed him again, distracting him from any discomfort as you stretched him for what was to come. Your fingers stroked his insides, scissoring every so often to try to open him up wider. 

You pulled away, glancing at his face to make sure he was alright before he told you to keep going. You smirked, kissing the tip of his nose before you went to kiss his chest once more, leaving dark red marks. He’d have to change quickly if he wanted to avoid any teasing from his teammates in the locker room. 

Sliding one more finger into him, Atsumu moaned. You separated your mouth from his chest, smiling at the marks before staring up at him, your fingers sliding in and out much more easily as you spread him open. 

“You like that baby?” You asked, leaning back to stare at him in all his glory. His cock was painfully hard, dripping with precum with an achingly red tip. With your free hand, you lightly stroked him before placing a languid kiss on his tip before sitting back up and pulling your hand away. “Okay, pretty boy, do you think you’re ready?” 

Atsumu nodded his head, not trusting his voice. You kissed his thigh again before taking your fingers out, watching as his hole fluttered around nothing. Atsumu was about to let his legs down again but you held them both back.

“Be a good boy for me and keep yourself open, baby,” you told him then climbed off the bed to put on the strap on a little easier. Atsumu watched as you placed your legs through the harness, watching as the dildo hung from your hips as you snuggly put it on. Admittedly, you looked really good, to put it simply. And, he was glad you picked one that wasn’t too girthy but still somewhat long. It wasn’t too intimidating as you slid back onto the bed, grabbing the lube bottle once more to coat the dildo before tossing the bottle to the side. 

You settled between his legs once more, your hands caressing his thighs before settling onto his hips. 

“Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” you said softly, as you stared down into his brown eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, just fuck me already,” Atsumu replied. You rolled your eyes, slapping his bare cheek. He was definitely ready but trying to hide his nerves. “Unless you’re too tired.” 

You glare at him, already grabbing the dildo to place at his entrance and pressed your hips forward. Atsumu hissed which quickly turned into a moan as you slowly filled him up. You made sure to go slow, stopping every so often to rub soothing motions on his thigh and making sure he was alright. Each time he’d give you the go ahead you made sure to whisper him praises, telling him how much of a good boy he was being. 

When your hips pressed into him, signaling that you were all the way in, you stilled. 

“You’re so good for me baby, taking me all so well,” you murmured, leaning down to give him a kiss on the corner of his lips. His eyes were shut as he controlled his breathing. Atsumu was admittedly more nervous than he thought but he was enjoying this a lot more than he thought. 

Opening his eyes to stare up into you, he shakily said, “You can move.” 

Your eyes flickered over his face, trying to see if there was any discomfort or any part of him that was even lying to try to show that he could take you. Once you couldn’t find anything of the sort, you slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip in before gently pushing back in. 

As you began to find a sort of rhythm, gradually going from gentle thrusts to rough thrusts, Atsumu lightly panted, purposely preventing himself from trying to let out any moans for your satisfaction. 

With a newfound passion, you angled your hips to deliberately hit his prostate and finally you heard him let out a choked moan. 

“Fu-fuck! Ah-baby please, I—fuuckk,” Atsumu dragged out the last words, tears gathering in his eyes as he held up his legs by the back of his knees a little more. Your hand gripped his hips harder, your nails surely leaving marks. Another hand sprawled on his chest, lightly scratching over his toned body and over his nipples. 

With every sharp thrust into his desperate hole, hitting the spot that is making him see stars, his hard member slapped against his abdomen, leaving streaks of precum along with his previous orgasm. The tip of his cock was so red and pretty that you couldn’t help but move your hand down to lightly stroke it. Incoherent moans continued leaving his mouth as your thumb rubbed over his tip, spreading his precum more. 

“Yeah? You look so fucking pretty like this,” you breathed out, groaning when a particular thrust just sucked you back in. “What a pretty boy, taking my cock so well. Who knew you could be a good boy.” 

“Ahh- fuck!” his words bleeding into a moan as you gripped his cock a little tighter, stroking him a little faster. The sharp pain in his hips grew numb as you continued holding him up, thrusting harder. A satisfied laugh escaped your mouth as you felt him grind his hips up into you.

“You like this? Huh?” You asked, a condescending tone lacing around your tongue. “You like it when I fuck your tight hole so much that you’re holding your legs open. What a slut. My. Little. Slut.” Atsumu could feel his peak coming, the heat in his core building up and his thighs were shaking for the second time that night. 

Atsumu bit the bottom of his lip, trying to hold back any moans. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of how he felt from hearing you talk to him like that. No, not at all. Nev—

A sharp pain against his ass cheek caused him to gasp out but you were quick to rub over the mark, soothing him. 

“Don’t be a brat, come on pretty boy, let me hear your moans,” you rolled your hips into his and Atsumu knew he was close. So, so, so, close. “Or I won’t let you cum.” Your thrusts began to slow down and instead of pumping his cock like you were earlier, you gripped the base of his shaft. 

“Fuuuuck, I’ll be good,” Atsumu caved in, begging so desperately, “I’ll be a good boy for you please, I need to cum.” He let go of his legs, immediately wrapping them around you instead to rut his hips into you. His hands sprawled beside his head as he turned to look to the side, too embarrassed at giving you full control. 

“Good boy,” you murmured and began thrusting harder, faster into him. You intertwined your hand with his when you bent down, kissing the marks you’ve left on his chest. A smirk appeared on your face as you heard him moan. “My little prince.” 

Atsumu’s other hand found its way onto your shoulder at the same time as your hand moving down to stroke his aching cock. 

The two of you hissed at the same time; Atsumu for the added sensations and you as he dug his nails onto your back. There were definitely going to be marks left on your back but you didn’t mind. Not with the way Atsumu’s pretty face was scrunching up in pleasure, the desperate moans that left his mouth as he continued to try to meet each of your thrusts. 

And—oh fuck—with his tongue hanging out from his mouth like he’d always do while playing on the court, shit. You felt like you could cum right there and then with the way his eyes rolled back into his head. 

“Shit, ‘m gonna-” Atsumu let out a whine, unable to finish his sentence as he came all over you and his stomach. His legs tightened his hold around you and you slowed your thrusts with your hand stroking his cock, letting him ride out high. 

When Atsumu’s legs loosened around you, you fully pulled out, watching as his chest heaved with every breath he took. You rubbed circles on his hips, especially over the marks left by your nails. The stinging on your back was still there, but you’d be sure to check them out tomorrow morning. 

“Good boy,” you murmured, licking off the cum off your hand before leaning down to softly say against his lips, “Such a good fucking boy, just for me.” 

You finally kissed him, tilting your head for a deeper kiss, running your hands up his sides as you continued giving him small praises against his lips before kissing him again. Finally pulling away, you admired your handiwork. The many marks left on his skin would surely make him the slightest bit mad, albeit jokingly (somewhat), tomorrow but damn did they look good on him. 

“How was it?” You asked, smiling as you comfortably shifted back into your casual personality. 

Atsumu let out a heavy sigh, tossing his head back against the bed, “ ‘Sgood.” 

“Just good?” Atsumu brought his head up, glaring at you which made you laugh. This was as good as it was going to get but with that gleam in his eyes, you knew this wouldn’t be the last. 

You lightly slap his thighs before moving off the bed and promptly taking off the harness, “Alright big boy, let's get you cleaned up. You weren’t uncomfortable at all?” Worry flickered through your eyes as you watched Atsumu push himself onto his arms. You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, interlocking your hands with him as you searched his face. 

“No, I’m just surprised you had enough energy to fuck like that, thought you were more of a, well, pillow baby.” 

You shrugged, “I just wanted to switch things up.” A grin made its way onto your face as Atsumu groaned, falling back onto the bed and letting go of your hand. You laughed as he threw insults at you for that terrible pun, getting up to grab a few wet and warm towels to wipe him down. You also set the water for the bath as well before heading back to help clean him up. 

As the two of you prepared for the night an hour later, with Atsumu resting his head on your chest as you ran your hands gently through his surprisingly soft, blond hair, you asked him if he’d want to do it again. 

Silence filled the room until Atsumu lifted his head to look up at you. 

“If ya wanted to fuck me that badly you could just ask y’know,” he replied smugly. You placed your hand on his face, shoving him away but his grip around your torso tightened, trying to keep you close to him. 

“Agh, okay okay, fine stop pushin’ me,” Atsumu protested trying to lick your hand to get you to stop. You pulled your hand away (not because of his childish antics), wiping your hand on his shirt with a sigh. 

He rests his head against your chest once more, “But, fine. I... wouldn’t mind it.” He whispered the last part into your chest. 

You hummed lightly, the corner of your lips turning up, returning your hand to thread it through his locks. Now you had something to look forward to and damn were you glad that you saw that one notification on his phone. The one with his shared chat with Hinata, Bokuto, and Sakusa. And specifically the notification about Bokuto directly addressing Atsumu about how “he’s always wanted to try pegging, too.”

You’d have to thank Bokuto later. 

***

“Babe, are you kidding me?” Atsumu shouted from the bedroom. You raised your brow, sipping your coffee before setting it down on the dinner table to walk into the shared room. 

Upon walking into the room, Atsumu was staring at himself through the mirror, his shirt through his arms but the rest of the torso bare and you could tell he was getting ready for his morning run. But what surprised you when walking in was the actual amount of hickies and marks you left over his chest with a few coupled on his neck. 

He turned his head quickly towards you, his blond hair swaying a bit. 

You sheepishly grinned with a shrug, “Oops?” 

[spenciebabie]

idk if you'd be up to this but can u write something inspired by the song "what he dont know" by anarbor!! like you and spencer have been working together for a while and you both like each other and the sexual tension is hiiiiigh but you both wont make a move. so you keep on going on dates but they dont make you feel good and spencer knows it so he decides to make a move then you "cross the line so many times" (omg im sorry if this is too much)

i love this idea, the tension, the jealousy! i wasn’t sure what you were looking for but it felt like it should be a little more on the dom!spencer side?

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It was a delicately choreographed dance at this point. They both knew about it, and it’s not that either of them was shy necessarily, just that neither of them had the courage to make the first move.

She knew that Spencer was the only one she wanted, but she couldn’t stop herself from trying to replace him somehow. If she found another guy she liked then maybe her feelings for Spencer would just go away?

So she went on dates, plenty of them, until she found someone passable. And honestly, even if he was the greatest person ever, he still wouldn’t be the right guy. She couldn’t tell anyone that though, so she just worked around it.

“Yeah, I mean, he’s nice! We get on well it’s just…” she trails off, staring into her drink, the girls of the BAU huddled tight around her in the booth.

“C’mon what’s the problem?” Emily encourages, “Maybe we can help?”

But she just shakes her head, “It’s not that kind of problem. It’s the sex” she blurts out, “I just— we’re not, compatible maybe?” and it’s not the whole truth, but it’s not wrong either.

“Like how?” Penelope pries,

“I don’t know, like I haven’t… you know?”

“Cum?” Emily just states and the girls erupt in laughter, drawing attention to their table, drawing attention to her problem.

“And what’s going on over here?” Derek saunters over and he’s got Spencer in tow as they nestle into the booth too.

“Y/N here’s got a new man, but he’s well… lacking” Penelope puts it gently and the table breaks into giggles again, but the only person she’s looking at is Spencer. And his eyes are locked right back onto hers, calm.

“Well he’s not ‘lacking’ down there” she says, “but it’s more that we just can’t seem to get there, I guess, I don’t know” she shrugs, trying to drop the topic to no avail.

“So does he turn you on?” Emily asks, like it’s a totally reasonable question, and she can see the corner of Spencer’s mouth lift up in a smirk.

“Yeah, of course!” she rushes out.

“Maybe it’s you” Spencer says, it’s almost a whisper under his breath but she hears it anyway, she’s always tuned into his frequency.

“I beg your pardon?” she whips her head around to scold him, but he just shrugs.

“I said maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re just bad in bed?” she rolls her eyes so far back they look like they might get stuck.

“Y’know what, let’s drop it. How’s your new thing going Emily?” the segue works and the topic is dropped for the rest of the evening. Right until it’s time to leave.

Everyone’s piled into their respective cabs, leaving just her and Spencer to stand on the street waiting when he finally speaks again.

“Tell me the truth.” he states it like a command, not a question.

“What about?” she sighs, feigning ignorance.

“Does he turn you on, really?” he turns to look at her, taking a step just the tiniest bit closer.

“I— I don’t— yes?” she stutters out, nervous all of a sudden.

“Okay” he nods, “But does he make you feel the way I do?” he says it in a hushed whisper, as he looks straight in her eyes. And this is it. This is the closest either of them has ever come to making a move. Despite all the pining, the tension, the stolen glances, the filthy dreams, this is the closest they’ve gotten. And they can both feel it.

“No” she breathes, surprising herself, “I don't think anyone could”

“So are you gonna do it, or will I?” he says, inching even closer so that their faces are so tantalizingly close now.

“Do what?” she asks, and he just rolls his eyes before diving in.

He cups her face in both of his hands, cradling it delicately as he presses his lips right against hers. It takes a moment for the shock to wear off and she’s opening her mouth on his, desperate and hungry. And then his hands are in her hair, pulling and tugging sharply as their tongues work against one another.

One cab ride later and they’re finally toppling in the door of Spencer’s apartment, fumbling with the buttons on each others coats as their mouths fight to stay locked together.

They don’t even make it as far as the bedroom, toppling down on his sofa. When his hands land on the zipper of her dress he takes a second to be sincere, looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, “You know there’s no going back? Once I’ve got you out of this dress that’s it for me” and he means it. She’s the only one he could ever actually picture himself with, and it had been that way for so much longer than he cared to remember.

“Take it off” she says with no hesitation, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. And moments later there’s no more items of clothing to remove as they position them selves on Spencer’s sofa.

He’s sitting with her on top of him, one of her legs resting curled on either side of his lap.

“Tell me the truth.” he whispers, leaning in to say it right against her ear, and she can feel his warm breath against her skin. And his hands are on her, all over her body, one of them tucking in-between her legs as she lets out a desperate moan.

“Did he touch you like this? How did it feel?” she can barely speak as his fingers trail through her folds, brushing softly against her clit.

“Fuck” she moans, “No! It didn’t feel like this, not even close”

He groans at that, slowly pulling his fingers away from her, leaving her missing the contact immediately. But then his hands are on her hips, guiding her so that she’s positioned right above him. He takes a second to line himself up underneath her before she slides down. Sinking down along his length, taking him in slowly, savoring the way he stretches her out, filling her up.

“Could he get this deep?” he whispers against her ear once he’s buried to the hilt inside of her with her hands braced on his shoulders. She shakes her head.

“No, Spencer— never! You feel so fucking good” she can barely force out the words as he starts to move. Hands gripping her hips steadily and holding her in place as he rocks own hips up into her.

“Oh god! Spencer!” She gasps, and he picks up the pace. He wanted this to be special, he wanted to savor it, honestly he did, but he just couldn’t hold back anymore. The nosies she made, the way her head fell back and her nails dug into his skin was all too much. And he can’t make himself slow down.

Fuck it. There’d be plenty of time for slow, languid, loving sex later on. For now he needed to see, to feel, what she was like when she came.

“I— I’m— fuck! I’m close” she mutters out, almost incomprehensible.

“Did he ever get you this close?” Its falls from Spencer’s lips before he even realizes he’s said it.

“No! God no! Spence— I’m gonna—” she’s almost crying at the feeling and he pumps in and out of her, his hands still holding onto her hips for dear life as he pumps up into her.

“Where do you want it Y/N?” He moans, teetering right on the edge of his own climax as she rode out hers.

“Anywhere you want Spencer, I’m yours”