#im whining on the floor and you just look at my pathetic form*

[fruchtfliege]

🫡🤍🐺

please I am in a Thiam craze and NEED this

...ask from this post...

🫡 - the caretaker

“I'm fine,” Theo groans.

“Do you know the story of the boy who cried wolf? You're like the opposite. You say I'm fine and I immediately start to worry,” Liam says with a bit of sass as he bites his nails and taps his foot on the clinic's floor.

Even Deaton grins at Liam's joke because he has to admit, it's not unjustified.

Theo rolls his eyes. “You got hit by the powder too. Why aren't you getting checked out?” he throws at Liam who's standing way too close to Deaton as he checks Theo's vitals.

At that, the vet stops and turns to frown at the beta.

“Well... I was gonna. I'm just waiting for my turn.” Liam blushes under both Theo's and Deaton's unconvinced looks. “And you hit your head pretty bad, what if you got a concussion or something!”

“I'm an invincible supernatural creature,” Theo reminds them with a groan, growing more grumpy and annoyed every second he stays on the examination table.

Deaton looks into the chimera’s eyes and raising three fingers. “How many fingers am I holding?”

“Six,” Theo answers, bored.

Deaton and Liam share a look.

“I'm joking!” Theo exclaims like that was obvious.

🤍 - first chimera!liam au

“Try and get his scent,” Stiles urges him. “Get anything?”

“Well, it's a mix of honey with a bit of sweat but it's not bad, it's actually-”

Stiles punches Theo's arm a bit harsher than necessary. “Not his actual scent! His emotional state. Chemosignals!”

“Oh,” Theo says, now a bit embarrassed.

Well, Theo hasn't been around Liam all that long but there's always some kind of low rage to his scent. Even when he's happy and smiling. So he disregards that, thinking that it must be more his scent than an actual emotion that he drags everywhere.

“He's sad.”

“Wow, in a cemetery? No way,” Stiles tells him sarcastically, still so impatient. “Don't tell me. It's grief.”

“It's not grief,” Theo tells him, not fazed by Stiles' attitude. “It's uh…” Theo is puzzled for a few seconds. He's not that bad at chemosignals usually. It's one of the only shifter things where he's pretty average. Which is a good thing. “It's resentment.”

Before he can add something else, he smells the rage in Liam's scent suddenly flare up and explode into the air. Theo is shocked by it even at this distance.

Liam starts kicking the dirt furiously in front of the tombstone. Both Stiles and Theo stay silent, speechless. Even from a distance, they can hear Liam sniffing and it's clear that he's crying, passing a sleeve over his face often.

A bit more controlled, Liam takes the flowers that were on the tombstone and puts them on the one next to it, not really caring as long as they're not for this particular person anymore. And then he leaves.

They wait until Liam is fully out of the cemetery before they approach the tombstone.

Raymond Dunbar

Loving son, father, and husband

1974 - 2005

Theo does the math in his mind. He died the year Liam first left town. Where there is bright and luscious grass everywhere else, Liam's father's tombstone is barely more than dirt with pathetic patches of dry grass. Liam must come here often to make sure there's never any green here.

🐺 - stuck as a wolf!theo au

“Alright, just one final thing! No matter what… we can't let Stiles know that we're going out!” Liam says quickly as he takes his backpack, ready to go.  

“Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Liam says again, nodding at Theo with relief. “Great!”

“Are you sure?” Mason stops their “exactlyyy” moment to ask. “Maybe it would be better to come forward and-”

“No!” Both Liam and Theo exclaim at the same time.

Mason isn’t the angry type. At best, he gets annoyed and then, a few minutes later, he somehow forgets about it. Liam has always been envious of that quality. That being said, it also means that, when Mason looks at him with that peeved look, Liam knows something is definitely bugging him. That light squinting is probably the equivalent of Liam getting his claws out and growling. So he thinks about it for a few seconds. 

“Maybe after the pack meeting,” Liam suggests, trying to find a compromise.

“Yeah, like in ten years,” Theo adds with a snort. 

Liam slaps his arm but, based on Theo’s puzzled “what?”, it seems the chimera didn’t spot Mason putting his foot down. 

Mason’s intense look lands on Theo and Liam knows he’s about to get it. 

“Didn’t take you for a romantic, Raeken, but ten years? Wow, you must love Liam a whole lot to picture yourself still with him in a decade.” 

Theo doesn’t move but his face gains just enough blush for Mason to be satisfied as he turns on his heels and heads for the door.

[ghostsslutss]

- ,, keelpijn

< hardcore smut 18+ >

fsub!reader x dom!max

tags: choking, dacryphilia , rough , overstimulation , hair pulling, spanking , face slapping , comfort? , max verstappen , consent is key! , dominance , submissive y/n , masochism , slightly toxic , jealousy, smut , degrading , comedy ish smut

plot:

my makeup, hair was perfect tonight but someone had to ruin it. Redbull’s number one Max Verstappen. i was bending over, showing all of my curves for formula one driver Max Verstappen. i were dripped in thin Italian lingerie that i bought while at the italian grand prix weekend. but i messed up. again. he caught me talking to Checo about the car, but he thought it was something else because how close checo got to me.

“jij verdomde hoer <you fucking whore>, thinking you can talk to my teammate like that.? Hm? Is Checo really going to fuck you greatly like I do.?

his ego stunk, it was taller than himself. i didn’t respond to his silly question. if i did it was going to make things worse. he grabbed my {H/C} roots it felt like he was going to pull a chunk out of my head. i gasped loudly taking a big deep gasp of air to relive the pain. my eyes were getting puffy but wasn’t enough to cry. i could tell he liked it. alot.

“gebruik je woorden slet. <use your words slut> “

he grumbled.

with his other veiny hand he slapped my face leaving a mark on my cheek. how the fuck was i going to cover that. thanks alot max. what is the media going to think about that.?

i glared at his malicious eyes, he was planning something worse than this. looking down to see his erect cock. that thing is going to break my back one day i thought.

he shoved his cock inside my mouth, without even one thought was formed in me. all i just was thinking is lust. lust. lust. god wont forgive me now. all of my spit leaked out of my mouth, drooling of over this stupid guys cock. tasting every bit of him, while he was penetrating my mouth. taking every bit of him, i could barely breathe and or speak. all i was doing is gagging on max’s cock. sticking my tongue out and licking his most sensitive part underneath. he loudly whined out of pleasure. him seeing me in pain probably turns him on so so much. guiding my cock dumb body with his hand.

“you think you deserve this dick? your a pathetic little slut for me, just fucking falling in to the same position everytime. not learning your lesson at all”

he pulled his cock out of my mouth letting you speak. gasping for air trying to lick all of my saliva to look more clean. slapping my again. tears falling down my face.

“im going to fuck you so roughly you wont walk, you wont speak, and make you bed bound so you can finally learn *slap.* your *slap* fucking *slap* lesson *slap*.”

it felt like the world was getting melting in your face, trying to focus on him was too much. he let a sentence of rambling to him. not understanding anything i said.

“bitch.”

he stated. all you were a bitch to him. nothing more. pathetic little slut.

grabbing my scalp pulling me in front of the mirror behind his cock. with one hand he was guiding me with my hair. and the other on my hip.

“maxie..- dont- please.-“

instantly after i warned him he pulled my hair making me arch my back for him. slapping my ass, turning one of your cheeks red. ouch. shoving his fingers in my mouth. so i can finally shut up.

“good sluts don’t ask about my cock. isnt that right. Y/N.?”

“m..m..-mhm…”

“good.”

shoving his dick a few inches at a time, gasping at each one. i couldn’t take it. i couldn’t take it. fuck fuck. oh my god. my inner walls were instantly marked with his cock, penetrating in and out roughly. Squirting all over of his balls and thighs. making the floor, side everything soaked with my cum. slowly he took his fingers out of my mouth

“max- ..oh my god- max-“

he slapped my ass again, whimpering out of pain. sounding like a little puppy wanting attention from him.

“hm.? my little fucktoy arent you.”

he stopped to gather words, he wasn’t that fluent in english to know all the degrading phrases. neither i was in dutch.

“you-.. you like that hm? fucking you like a little toy, .. begging on all fours for me to stop. Checo won’t do this would he?.”

he chuckled softly as he buckled his hips reaching his high. Pouding my wet pussy, each thrust i squirted more and more, making the couch wet as fuck. He groaned loudly as he stroked his cock for extra stimulation, pulling it out quckly and cumming all over my stomach as well my pussy. my legs were shaking, my body was shaking. everything, while he was huffing and puffing to get the energy.

“number one racer can be the number one fucker you know.”

i’d nod to max fact. he was so so hot while like this. god im so lucky.

“never do that again okay.? i own you. Y/N”

he grabbed my jaw to force my cock dumb brain to look at him. He gave me a kiss on my forhead

i loved his thighs, i loved his arms, i love him, but he’s such a dick in a good way.

[tygoii]

Sub Scaramouche x Goddess Afab Reader Smut

Warning: Dacraphilia, Dom Afab Reader, Brat Scaramouche, Boobsession, Edging, Collar, Cockwarming, Humiliation

♝

“Oh please i’m gonna fuck you up you’ll be begging me to stop” said an indigo haired short boy “..You wanna challenge me?” said a woman who opened her eyes showing her eyes pupil shaped four pointed star shaped “Yea because you keep ignoring me every time thinking your better only because your a god!” said Scaramouche his face red due to anger the woman sighed “and if i win what do i get?” said the woman she stopped floating and her heels touched the ground she was taller then the boy “Ha really im in the status to being a god myself!” said Scaramouche smirking the woman sighed “Brat.” said Y/n “What did you say.” said Scaramouche “I said your a brat seeking for attention.” said Y/n looking at the short boy the indigo hair boy mumbled something making the woman smirk “I’m sorry i couldn’t hear you from how short you are” said Y/n “Are you changing the subject so you don’t have to fight me how pathetic.” said Scaramouche “Oh you were being serious?” said Y/n she summoned a sword and pointed it at Scaramouche “Gine if that is what you desire.” said Y/n Scaramouche smirked summoning a catalyst “Don’t worry if you want me to stop just beg.” said Scaramouche he raised his fist and electricity surrounded Y/n bolts shot out Y/n raised her hand suddenly the bolts were gone she threw her sword at Scaramouche nearly hitting his face but only made a small cut on his cheek Scaramouche groaned he summoned more electricity at Y/n she hits the boy with a energy bolt Scaramouche fell on his knees he looked up seeing the woman standing unfazed “I won little boy.” said Y/n smiling the boy blushed for some reason he felt some kind of excitement built up “I won i get to choose anything~” said Y/n she

bent down to scara and she had a leash in her hands Scara whimpered feeling Y/n’s hot breath on his neck “I wonder what the harbingers would think about you on your knees so needy for attention isn’t that the reason why you wanted to fight~” said Y/n Scara’s cheeks were red and he was trying to protest but the only thing that came out was a whimper “I-i don’t wanna go out in public like this!..” whined Scara “Well that’s what you get for challanging a goddess” said Y/n the boy’s head fell onto Y/n’s chest and muffled cries could be heard “No no no!” said Scara he looked at Y/n hoping she would have mercy “Don’t look at me with those eyes now let’s get going if your a good boy i’ll give you a good treat~” said Y/n the boy stopped complaining but had a frown on his face he teased Y/n’s nipple making her whimper she looked at the boy before pinning him to the floor “Ok that’s it wait til we get home.” said Y/n.

♝

“P-please hiccup ahh! m-mommy!” Scara was babbling he wanted to cum so bad but every time Y/n felt he was close she would stop teasing him “I told you to behave but you didn’t listen” said Y/n rubbing his red tip “y-you f-fuckin— hng!” Scara couldn’t even form a sentence he was to busy feeling Y/n’s tight walls hug his dick “P-pweees! Y-y/n” Scara kept begging for release but Y/n wasn’t having it Scara tried thrusting into her but he was tied by some kind of barrier Y/n pulled on his leash making him stop “I-i swear when i gwet my h— hah!” Scara felt Y/n’s pussy tighten around him “Well it’s been a hour i guess you do deserve to cum~” said Y/n she started riding Scaramouche’s dick making him whimper and roll his eyes his chest marks glowed purple before coming inside her Y/n snapped her fingers Scaramouche was soon released and he hugged her laying his head on her soft tiddies and giving kitten licks “Now don’t challenge me again i will have you babbling nonsense.” said Y/n Scaramouche nodded his eyes closing and cuddling closer to Y/n still inside her.

[wrestletotheground]

Uhmm I'm in need of a ross smutty workout blurb cuz oh man I'm down bad and I need him to destroy my p**** respectfully

hi responding to this ask after way too long here's a video and long ass blurb (1.6k words) as compensation 😇

18+ minors dni!!!

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'urghh- fuck'

ross' groans and grunts of exertion from working out echo through the apartment and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't making you insanely turned on. you do all you can to resist interrupting him, pressing your thighs together as you shift around on the couch for some type of relief. it doesn't help, his huffs and groans are getting louder the longer he's at it.

picturing your boyfriend, sweaty and breathless in his skin tight workout gear is what makes you finally give in. you get up and make your way over to the spare room where he has his little at home gym setup.

you peep your head around the door to see ross lying down doing bench presses with a bar that must weigh more than you, arms straining with every lift. you can see the little tufts of hair in his armpits when he lifts it up, moving slightly with every flex of his shoulders. his legs are on full display facing out towards you, and the nylon material ending barely halfway down his thighs isn't doing much to hide his bulge. the sight of him nearly makes you cum on the spot, and a moan involuntarily leaves your throat. you freeze in place, but of course he heard you, there's no going back now. he places the bar back in the holder above his head and cranes his neck up to look at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

he sits up as you walk over to him cautiously, hyper aware of the sticky mess already forming between your legs. 'hi baby, need something?' you climb into his lap without hesitation, your brain already short circuiting at the way the bulge in his shorts pushes against your core. his arms, back and forehead are damp with sweat, which somehow makes you even hornier. 'no... m-maybe... just like hearing you is all,' you murmur, a flush rising in your cheeks.

his face breaks into a knowing grin as his hands run up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 'hm, why's that angel?' he asks, bringing a hand up to push your hair behind your ear. it's at that moment you realise he's wearing his gold chain. that and the tank top is a dangerous combination. 'ross...' you whine, turning and looking away flusteredly, before he grabs your jaw and turns you to look at him. he tilts his head back, drinking in the lust written across your face. 'use your words baby, what do you want?'

'you.' it barely comes out as a whisper but your hands make up for the lack of words by threading through the hairs at the back of his neck, pulled tightly into a ponytail, and tugging just under the bobbin. he groans and rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. you can feel him hardening quickly under you, getting more turned on by the second. working out always made him like this. all the extra testosterone pumping through him meant he usually needed something to take it out on, be it you or his fist with a picture of you in front of him when you weren't around.

'how long had you been listening to me angel?' he whispers, tracing his fingertips down your back gently. 'too long, im- mmh- need you, daddy, m'so wet,' you whine, grinding on him harder and ignoring the humiliation creeping through your mind at how pathetic you sound. 'god, someone's needy today,' he smirks, although his eyes are already dilated gazing at you.

he's entranced, fixated on how easily you submit to your own desires.

he picks up the bar behind him and lets it fall to the floor with a thud, making space to lie back fully with you on top of him.

'watch, you'll break the floorboards,' you say, leaning down with a smirk in your eyes as if you're not worried about the weight falling so hard. you grind into him slightly as you press a hand onto his chest, making him burn with desire for you. 'oh I'll show you breaking the fucking floorboard-,' he barely finishes his sentence, pulling you into him harshly and attacking your lips with his. you gasp at the sudden contact and the intensity of the kiss, melting into him instantly. breathlessness takes over the two of you, rutting against each other desperately as your hair falls down around his face.

his cock is thick and hard between your legs, straining against his sweaty gym shorts. the feeling of it makes you clench uselessly as you fumble around with your hands to pull them down. he lifts his hips off the bench to help you pull them down, taking his boxers with them. you look down and your head goes fuzzy when you see his erection, red and throbbing already. he inhales sharply as you instinctively take it in your hand, slinking down his legs to bow your head down. he stops you just before your tongue touches off him.

'darling, not n-now, mmh, need to fuck you, okay?' he manages to say between heavy breaths. you nod your head yes, smiling coyly at the fact he's so needy and worked up already. he doesn't even notice how his hips involuntarily rise to meet your lips in contradiction to his words.

'lie down,' he says, slipping out from under you as you lay down obligingly. goosebumps prickle your body in anticipation. he gets up to stand towering over you at the foot of the bench and drags you down by the waist until you're right where he wants you.

you spread your legs instinctively and his eyes are instantly drawn to the pool of wetness seeping through your shorts. 'fucking hell, must have been torture sitting out there for so long, needy little whore,' he says with a smug grin. you can't help the way your eyes flicker between his face and his cock, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him inside you.

he pushes the skimpy bottoms to the side and trails a finger up your soaked cunt, making your eyes flutter shut and a desperate whimper escapes your throat. he can't help touching himself at the sight before him, biting his lip to stifle a groan as he works his fist up and down in anticipation, beads of precum rolling down his shaft. 'perfect', he mumbles under his breath. your cheeks flush.

he doesn't waste another second before hooking his fingers under the waistbands and all but ripping your pants off, throwing them aside carelessly.

you lie still, fawning up and waiting for him to make the next move. he returns his hand, this time slipping in two fingers with barely any resistance. he twists and curls and spreads his fingers as if you're a toy, trying to find the position that makes you drool.

and he does. he manages to find a spot inside you that has you seeing stars instantly, arching your back and letting out an obscene sound as he keeps hitting it perfectly. the sight of you is too much for him and before you can even think, the digits are replaced by his cock nudging at your entrance.

as soon as he pushes his tip into you, you know you're not going to last long. soft moans fall from your lips with every thrust. his arms tremble with fatigue over you, but he doesn't falter. if anything it spurs him on to fuck you faster.

the smell of musk and sweat and Him clouds your senses. it makes you impossibly more turned on, throwing your head back as he whines into your neck.

'ughhh- fuck, always so tight and wet for me, good girl'. 'your good girl,' you agree. his hands are on your shoulders, pinning you exactly where he wants you. he brings his hand down to your lower stomach, using his thumb to swipe back and forth over your clit. you can't help the pathetic whimpers that fill the room, it feels too good to care.

it's messy and hot and it feels like you're both on a high, chasing the end of each other. your hands wander all over him with the indecisive need to simply be as close to him as you can be. his eyes are inches from yours, an intense, almost primal stare burning through you.

'fuck, darling, I'm so close, you want me to fill you up? want this pretty little cunt dripping with me hm?' you nod your head, jaw slack, barely able to speak as pleasure courses through your veins, his words only making you whine further.

his thrusts get sloppy and fast as your insides are set aflame, and suddenly you're plummeting, gripping onto his back, leaving nail marks on the back of his neck and crying out. he's not far behind you. one final thrust and his eyes flutter closed, lips pursed shut as a heavy groan rips from his chest. he attacks your lips once more as he moves slowly and precisely, spilling every last drop into you.

he pulls away and his greedy eyes scan your body, taking in how fucked out you look; lips red and bitten raw, chest heaving with every breath under a glossy sheen of sweat. 'fuck, i think I've done enough working out for the both of us,' he laughs.

you eventually manage to move to the bed and lie down into each other for a while, between giggles and kisses, basking in the mutual infatuation between you.

~

[eccentricallygothic]

OMG PROUD NO MORE IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ PART 2 pls im on my knees

AHHHH! I am so glad you liked it! Since requests aren't open and I cannot do a drabble or oneshot rn, here's a little something I whipped up. Sorry if you had something specific in mind (you can always talk about it 🥴)

Note: This is a part 2-ish headcanon of my ABO oneshot Proud No More.

Warning(s): Dub-con, dark enhanced!Alpha Steve, Alpha!Reader, mean!Steve and dark stuff. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

After the events of part 1, Y/n remains curled in his legs on the floor after cleaning up and bringing everyone their drinks. 

Steve is drinking his as he discusses the sport on the tv with the other Alphas.

She whimpers each time their eyes meet, him sitting on the couch with his legs spread, her snuggled up to them underneath him. 

Her whole body is wrapped around his but he is not touching her at all.

His blue eyes are so cold to the puppy eyes she is looking at him with. 

He knows it. 

He can see it.

Smell it.

She wants it.

Needs him.

Inside.

So, so bad.

Y/n spends the remainder of the time peppering soft apologetic kisses to his knees, legs and thighs, hoping to earn some mercy.

Because Steve is the worst when it came to denying her where she needs him most. 

Which is his go to punishment for her besides spanking. 

She doesn't even care about the rest of the pack looking at her anymore. 

Pleasing him so he would fuck her pussy numb is the only objective on her mind now.

But Steve doesn't falter.

The Alpha Supreme is a master of endurance.

She's so desperate by the time they finally leave the packhouse and walk towards his vintage Camaro. 

Her eyes are glossy and lips only slightly pouty (because Steve doesn't tolerate brats and she's trying her best to not piss him off more than she already has) when he orders her to go over to get inside with a brief nod towards the vehicle.

She whines just a little, trying to move his hand (that she's desperately holding tight between both of hers) towards her aching core. 

Yes, she forgets all rationality when she's needy. 

What is remaining of her bottoms is covered in a wet mess of her slick and his cum. 

But one sharp look from Steve has her scurrying away to the backseat, not wanting another punishment.

Whenever Y/n acts out, she loses the passenger Princess privilege. 

Because Alpha doesn't like to look at sorry misbehaving puppies.

So she's sniffling and hiccupping as she moves to the back of the car before settling her very sore ass on the seat.

Her head lowers itself as her cheeks burn in humiliation.

He has a way of making her feel so small and pathetic.

Her form feels so tiny against the leather seat right now.

As if she's nothing but a small kicked puppy.

Fuck.

She can not decide if it's the inferior Alpha in her or if she actually feels sorry. 

But all her senses are wrenching with regret.

The stunt was completely unnecessary and not worth it at all.

She's quiet and ashamed behind him, pulling her best sorry puppy expression. 

The Superior Alpha starts the car and drives it off the porch onto the main road.

It is after a few minutes that her whimpers start to get louder to try and attract his attention.

Needy eyes shoot pleading glances up at the blonde man, knowing that he can feel them through the bond.

Steve continues to ignore her, still irritated by the antic she pulled in the packhouse. 

It will take her days of worship and cocksucking to make him happy again.

It always does.

He is very hard to please. 

Until then, the Supreme Alpha will, no doubt, be even stricter than usual.

Calling her out on the smallest of slip ups, punishing her for even breathing the wrong way, denying her as much physical touch as possible (she doesn't like to admit it but the puppy in her is always making her pathetically cuddle into one of his limbs). 

The cruelest cold shoulder. 

It has happened before.

And only Y/n is to blame for it happening again.

Yes, no matter what Steve does to her, she always dry orgasms. 

It is just the effect he has on her.

But nothing compares to his touch down there. 

Nothing, no orgasm, ever satisfies her more than the one his cock fucks out of her. 

And until she can have one of those, she can neither think nor function right. 

On days when she has to face denial as a consequence of her own actions, his dick is all she can think about. 

Even if she refuses to admit it.

That is where the punishment aspect comes in. 

Steve knows how hopeless her body is for his touch.

24/7.

She can lie to herself all she wants.

But Y/n cannot change the effect the bond has on her.

And that's exactly why he uses her everywhere but in her pussy following an episode of her acting out.

The begging, sobbing, kneeling, writhing, hissing, worshipping and trembling for his mercy strokes his ego in the best way.

Nothing makes him harder than all the promises she desperately makes.

All the ungodly things he makes her say.

Because she gets so cock starved during these punishments that she is always willing to do whatever he wants in the end.

Anything at all. 

Just so he would fuck her like the puppy that she is.

Fuck her until she has basically lost consciousness.

Only to make her thank him once she comes back up.

Every time. 

How her pride gradually breaks down.

Peeling away from her stiff form like the clothes that he makes her strip out of. 

There is no better sight or feeling.

To him, that state looks the best on her.

She's so fragile and vulnerable for him then.

It is perfect. 

She is perfect.

When she is proud no more.

Compliant and respectful on her knees. 

Stroking his ego and kissing his feet.

Steve smirks to himself as he turns a corner, refusing to look at the crying mess of drool and cum hanging by his seat.

He has turned a deaf ear to her pleads. 

But his monstrous knot is so worked up by how she's doing her best to remain as silent as possible because she is not allowed to be loud especially when interacting with her Alpha. 

Yet, every part of her body is aching for him (he can feel it through their bond) so bad that she cannot stop the begging even if she wants to. 

It is impossible for her to sit silently (as is expected of her).

Thus piling more and more punishment for herself.

Steve is not complaining though.

[kaminocasey]

As Luck Would Have It

A/N: HELLO IM BACK??? AND WITH PETER B. PARKER SMUT??? Crazy, wild. lol. After MONTHS of not writing anything, I give you this.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker x Assassin!Reader

Summary: Your husband is Spider-Man. You're an assassin and he doesn't know. However, while it does complicate things, you try to keep him safe from your boss. Unfortunately, complications arise.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, oral (f receiving), biting, fingering, Peter has a Daddy Kink, very light choking, light angst

WC: 2.1K │ TAGLIST FORM │Marvel Sideblog: @stevengrantnotrogers

(Pics from pinterest)

The morning light pours into yours and Peter’s bedroom making you beat your first alarm of the day. You groan slightly into your pillow, prepared to get up and start your day. There’s a lot to do today since you have to run over to-

“Uh uh. Stay.” Your husband, Peter’s, warm hands pull you toward his even warmer frame, engulfing you. 

You lean back a little bit to give him a sleepy kiss with a chuckle. “Got too much to do, babe. I’m sorry.” 

“Nope. You don’t. I said so.” He grins into your neck, breathing you in.

“So clingy.” You playfully roll your eyes.

“Don’t forget about bossy.” He kisses your bare shoulder. 

“Ah, yeah. Definitely can’t forget that one.” You laugh. 

“How about I give you incentive to stay?” Peter whispers hotly against your ear. 

You can’t help but bite your lip. “What kind of incentive?”

“The kind where I make you cum 3 times on my face before I fuck you into this bed.” He bites your earlobe, his fingers already starting to trail dangerously low toward your panties. “Would that be okay?” 

“Y-yeah… Pete… I think that would be more than-” You start to agree before Peter’s other hand pulls your face toward his own and he slides his fingers down to tease your already wet folds. “Fuck…” 

He growls into the kiss. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me already. So needy, aren’t you?”

You nod, a little pathetically you might add, against his face as he starts to kiss you again. To anyone else, Peter seems so goofy and like he wouldn’t be a very dominant type. But he never ceases to surprise you. 

“Tell daddy how bad you want it.” He whispers against your lips, holding your throat softly. 

The moment you try to tell him how badly you need him, to be full of him, he slips a long slender finger into you and you can’t help the whine that escapes your lips. He smirks against your lips as he pulls his fingers out just to push them back in repeatedly until you’re begging for more.

“T-tongue…” You beg, breathlessly. 

He chuckles darkly. “That’s not how you ask for things, is it baby?” 

“P-please… Peter…” You grind down against his hand, begging for any sort of friction, needing that release.

He curls his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you and you buck against his hands sharply. 

“Please what?” He asks, clearly enjoying this way too much. 

You look up at him, eyes dark with lust for your husband. “Pl-please… use your tongue…” 

He chuckles and kisses your temple. “Good girl.”

Peter slides his finger out of you and moves down your body as you settle against the pillows. He slips your panties down your legs, tosses them to the floor, and then bites the inside of your thigh making your back arch up away from him. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. 

He moans at the sight of your bare cunt and looks up at you, making eye contact as he starts to lick a long stripe up your folds.

“Fuck… Pete…” You whimper, your hand flying to his hair to anchor yourself to him. 

He groans against your warmth as your grip in his hair tightens. Unable to help it, you smirk down at him. He shoots you a wink and your whole body goes ablaze. 

After all this time together, you’re still incredibly hot for each other. After meeting in college and being married for almost 10 years, you truly can’t get enough of each other. He’s your best friend and you’re his. 

Peter’s tongue finds your clit and you grip his hair again, making him growl as he tightens his grip on your thighs so rough, you’re sure to bruise. 

“Fuck that’s so good.” You moan. 

Unfortunately, the sound of your phone ringing, specifically the tone that you have for your boss, starts to ring out into the room, immediately killing the mood. 

“God, he’s the fucking worst.” Peter groans into your thigh, resting his cheek against it, looking up at you.

You shrug, breathlessly. “I know, I know… I’m sorry…” 

You lean over toward your nightstand and pull your phone off the charger and answer your boss. 

“Hello?” 

“I need you here. Now.” His deep voice demands. 

You know you can’t say no. 

“On it.” You reply and he hangs up.

Peter lets go of you and moves back up toward his side of the bed. He still thinks you work in publishing, because if he knew the real you… he probably wouldn’t love you anymore. And you’ve been doing everything you possibly can to protect him from your boss. So far, you’ve been lucky.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss him on the cheek and get up, quickly getting dressed. 

“It’s okay. Let me know if you’ll be home for dinner and I’ll go pick us something up.” He gets up and comes to kiss you on the lips.

“I love you, you know that?” You look up at him, smiling.

“Duh.” He winks.

You roll your eyes, smirking. He always seems to keep a good attitude about things when your boss makes you come in at all hours. Today, though, you thought you weren’t going to be needed. Biggest downside to being too good at your job, you suppose. 

You finish getting ready and then give Peter one more kiss and leave the house, getting on your motorcycle that Peter keeps begging you to sell so you guys can get a Prius (not happening). 

As you speed into the city, toward Fisk tower, traffic and the weather luckily seem to be on your side today and you make it there in record time. 

When you park your bike in front of the building, the doorman, Harold, greets you just like he does every morning. Despite working for such a morally questionable man, he and his wife are the sweetest people.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He smiles. 

“Hi, Harold. How’s Caroline?” You ask as you hold your helmet in one hand. 

“She’s good. She says hello and that you need to come by for dinner soon.” He playfully scolds you.

“If Fisk lets me have a day off, I promise to take you guys up on that.” You wink and walk into the building, toward the glass elevators, hitting the top button so that it takes you straight to Fisk himself.

You look out at the city, missing Peter already, just like you always do. You can’t stop thinking about the way he reacted when you pulled his hair. 

Ugh. Get it together. You know better than to think of Peter here. 

Before the golden elevator doors even open, you can hear Fisk shouting at someone on the phone. 

Great… 

The doors open and Fisk looks up at you. 

“Sir.” You nod. 

“Do I look like a fucking idiot?” He points at you.

You shake your head. “No, why?”

He shakes his own head, pacing back and forth.

“Osborn seems to think so. He’s lucky I haven’t had him taken care of yet…” 

You’re waiting for Fisk to get on with his point, hoping he’ll make it there soon. You know better than to interrupt him when he’s fuming like this. 

“He can’t get a grip… he’s becoming a loose end. Go threaten him. Make him shit his pants if you have to.”

The Green Goblin… that’s who he’s sending you up against. You’re an assassin… You’re not equipped to go up against that.

“Sir, I’m not-” You start to voice your concerns.

Fisk’s head shoots up, staring at you. “Take some of the guys with you if you have to. Believe it or not, Norman is sweet on you.”

Jesus… The way he says it, he almost seems amused.

“Right. Okay.” You nod and head down to the garage to rally up some of the guys, deciding to take two of the SUVs. 

“We’re going to pay Osborn a visit.” You tell Johnny, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice. 

“Oh great…” Johnny whistles and rallies up 8 other guys.

You hop in the front passenger seat of Johnny’s SUV. It’s a quiet ride to Osborn’s apartment. You’re trying to figure out what you’re going to say to a man who seems like he’s on the verge of killing an entire city almost any chance he gets. 

The ride goes by quicker than you’d like and you hop out when Johnny pulls up to the front of Norman’s building. They all wait for your signal. 

“I’ll go in, try to talk him down. You guys be out in the hall ready to strike if you hear any signs of trouble.” You tell them. 

They all nod and you head up toward the top floor of Osborn’s, your gun is in the inside of your black leather jacket along with a few daggers. It’s usually all you need. But this… this makes you nervous. 

As you get to the door, you knock on the front door and find it's already open. Maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t be home. 

A crash comes from somewhere in the apartment. No, you didn’t think you’d be that lucky. The guys all raise their guns, ready.

“Norm?” You call out into the apartment. “You okay?”

You hear loud clattering and walk back to the source of it, finding Norman skittering around his lab, mumbling to himself angrily. 

“N-Norm?” You say, in the doorway, prepared to grab your gun if you need to.

Norman Osborn looks up at you. His demeanor relaxes when he sees you but his eyes stay angry. 

“Kingpin sent you to kill me, didn’t he?” He chuckles humorlessly. 

You shake your head. “Just to talk.”

The quick change in his face says that was the wrong thing to say and the hair on your neck stands. 

“DON’T LIE TO ME! HE WANTS TO TAKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK! MY WORK!” He screams at you. 

He starts to throw shit around, picking up a desk like it weighs nothing and sending it soaring into the window and down below. You hear a car alarm go off and you just know that one of the SUVs was hit. 

“Norm, please-” You start to cautiously approach him. “All you have to do is-”

“Don’t tell me what I have to do!” He shouts, turning green. 

You put your hands up in surrender, nodding. “Okay, okay.”

All you wanted was a relaxing day with Peter… that’s all you fucking wanted. 

Norman starts to throw more shit out the window and you start to think you’re going to need the backup when as luck would have it, a long white line flies in front of you toward Norman and you recognize it instantly as web fluid.

“Fuck me.” You whisper-shout as you get down, hiding behind the wall. 

You’ve done so good about not having any run-ins with your husband, AKA Spider-Man. Today really is not your lucky day. 

You try your best to scurry out, heading out to the street and around the back alley where the SUVs pull up and you quickly hop in the first one, finding Johnny in the driver’s seat.

“Fucking Spider-Man…” Johnny shakes his head as he drives.

“Let’s get out of here. We aren’t prepared to deal with Goblin and the Spider.” You tell him.

You look out the window as you head back to Fisk Tower, trying to figure out what you’re going to say or do. Fisk is not going to be happy. You failed… which means you’re going to suffer the consequences one way or another. 

Taking the elevator back up to your boss’ office on the top floor, the knot in your stomach twists and turns. You quickly shoot Peter a quick text to let him know you love him, just in case. Hopefully he sees it after he’s done dealing with Osborn. 

When the doors open, Fisk is already waiting with his arms crossed, in his seat at his desk. He really knows how to command a room with that glare of his.

“Sir, I-” You start. 

“Failed.” He states, finishing your sentence as he sees fit. No questions about it.

You nod. “There were… complications.”

“I know. Spider-Man showed up.” He stares at you.

Shit. 

“Take care of him.” 

“Sir?” 

He stands up. “Kill the Spider-Man.” 

Your blood runs ice cold. 

“Because if you don’t…” He walks around his desk, stalking toward you like you’re prey. “You’ll be the one who’s taken care of if not. Got it?” 

He’s still staring down at you and for once in your life, you truly feel small. But not because of the large man towering over you. Because of the danger you’ve put you and your husband in.

[wastemee]

GUYS OLDER THAN ME

pairing: older!bf!leon kennedy x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING::dumbfication , praise , pet names , slapping , age gap (both reader and Leon are consenting to the relationship and both are above 18.)

TAGS: @cwreamcake , @yourgentlegirlfriend

— MEN I TRUST

— LEONS hand was wrapped around your neck as he finger fucked you , his rough fingers thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. You bit your lip and rested your hands on the lower part of his back , your eyes fluttering. He looked down at you and chuckled at the sight. “Well , aren’t you just the prettiest baby? So needy for me , huh?” He teased , his grip on your neck slightly tightening. You opened your mouth to speak but the only thing coming out were pathetic whines and whimpers. “L-leon..” You managed to mumble out weakly.

— “Pl-please…” You stared at him with teary eyes and gripped onto his hips. He smiled and continued to thrust his long fingers out of , your grip on his hips loosening. “Please what , babygirl? I can’t read your mind.” He said in a cocky tone. You wanted to say something , but the way his fingers pressed against your insides didn’t help. Leon slapped your face softly a few times , clicking his tongue in sync with the sounds. “Answer me , sweet girl.. When I ask you something , I want it to be answered. Got it? I know I taught you better than this.” He gave you a sympathetic look , mocking you.

You gulped and mustered up the strength to voice your desires. “Want you inside me , Lee..” You moaned out. “Thats all you had to say , baby.” He said , grinning at you. He took his soaked fingers out of your pussy and stuck them in your mouth , hearing you gag quietly. He took his fingers out of your mouth and let you catch your breath before leaning down to kiss you. You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck , deepening the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss , only a faint string of saliva connecting you both. You unbuckled Leons pants and threw them aside on the floor with your shirt and panties. He rubbed himself through his boxers , maintaining eye contact with you just to watch you grow impatient. “Leon , no more teasing , please. Just fuck me already..” You grumble. He scoffed but wasted no time throwing his boxers to the side and grabbing your hips , the tip of his cock just outside of you. “So impatient today. If you keep giving me that same attitude, just see what’ll happen.”

He slowly made his way into you , moaning softly as he rolled his hips against yours. You bit your lip and yours eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Feels so good , Lee. Don’t stop..” You moaned. Leon cursed under his breath and rested his hand on your neck. “Fuck , you feel so good around me , Y/N…” He moaned out , his thrusting not slowing down. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as sweat rolled down your forehead. Whines left your open mouth as tears formed in your eyes again. You grabbed at Leons arms and gripped onto them , trying your best to form a sentence.

“L-Leon..” You said in a low , raspy voice. He bit his lip and gripped onto your hips , leaving little marks. “What? Already so fucked dumb on my cock you cant’t even form a sentence. My dumb girl..” He teased , pressing a little kiss to your lips and wiping your tears away. You frowned at him. “I’m not dumb..” You said in a hushed tone. “Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.” His pace and thrusts grew sloppier as he got himself closer to cumming. “ ‘m about to cum , lee..” You weakly told him. “Shit , me too , baby.” He moaned out.

He pulled out of you and stroked himself to cum over your stomach. He came with a low groan and his eyes fluttered and his eyebrows furrowed as he held back a moan. You clenched around nothing and gripped at the bedsheets. “Fuck , you’re so good , Y/N.. My good girl.” Leon complimented as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

— A/N: I am so sorry if this is poorly written 😭 my eyes were literally fluttering back into my eyesockets im so tired 😞

© beebopbeeboop 2023

➜ do not repost my work on any other platform , translate it , copy , or steal

[m00nl1ght-sun25]

Again me, greenflower guy¿

Omg, poor Lloyd 😭

It was really good, but can I request a second part? Yeah, I wanna know what happen then ‼️

Thanks!

FUCK IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG- BUT HERE IT ISSS!!!! i’m sorry to do this but there’s gonna be a part three- ….. IM SO SORRYYYYYYDGDHDHDHDHD

also thanks you asher bc they helped me and were my beta reader <3

but here’s the second part to “You and I Drink Poison From The Same Vile”!!!!! :D

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Lloyd sighed but took Brad's Hand. 

At that Brad smiles, glad to have gotten his boyfriend to agree to him cleaning lloyd up, and pulls the blond up and off the couch. It causes Lloyd to slightly stumble forward. Brad catches him though, chuckling a bit as he mutters "Sorry“

Lloyd kept his gaze down, shaking his head “ ‘S fine…” He had quietly mumbled to Brad, a small sneeze leaving him.

The elder one of the two sighed but decided against saying anything, so he just took his blond boyfriend by the hand and led him to the kitchen counter, making him sit at the high chair as he had gone to a cabinet to look to some medicine to make sure Lloyd wouldn’t get sick too badly, or better yet not get sick. But knowing the green eyed boys luck, he’d get a cold and would be way too stubborn to say anything until he was severely sick and passes out. 

While Brad was on the other side of the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for medicine, Lloyd stayed sitting. He was picking at his nails till they started to bleed. His hair falling down and into his face, but he didn’t mind at all. 

Finally when Brad had found some ibuprofen(they were in pill form though, Lloyd always throws it when when it’s a liquid, so Brad had to find them in pill form.) he made a “Aha” sound in success. And so with finding it he turns around to Lloyd with the box of medicine in his hand and a soft smile on his face.

The next thing Brad had to do was grab a cup, which he did. Then he filled it up water and handed it to Lloyd, hoping that he would take it without complaining. 

Lloyd did just as Brad had hoped, he took the pill and took the water right after to sollow the pill down without saying anything. Yeah, Lloyd did gag a bit at the taste... But he didn't whine about it or anything, but it wasn't like Lloyd had the energy to anyways. He also wasn't in the mood for arguing with Brad over something so simple. He also just didn’t want to argue with Brad in general, he didn’t want to say something stupid then Brad realize what a dick Lloyd is… because Lloyd doesn’t know what to do without Brad, he relays on him too much… he knows it’s pathetic. He’s truly a pathetic creature. 

Brad just silently stood there, watching his partner down the pill and water quietly. Recently Lloyd was always so silent, his face always to empty and unreadable. But luckily for Brad him and Lloyd grew up together at Darklys, so he can easily read Lloyd. No matter how difficult Lloyd tried to make it for him. 

Brad sighs as Lloyd stared at the floor. Lloyd couldn't help to feel ashamed to be like this infront of brad, he's the green ninja for FSM sake! Lloyd's thoughts were stopped as warm hands cup his cheeks and holding his head up to see Brad staring down at him. Lloyd tried to break eye contact but he was too weak, so he slumped into Brads hands with a defeated look on his tired face. 

"Dear, I need you to work with me here." Brad worried voice went inside his ears. "I need you to talk to me, I will hear you out. What happened to you?" Brads sweet voice echoed through out the room.

A warm bubbling feeling started to flourish in Lloyds chest from Brad's care, and his soft, love filled touches. But nothing good lasts. Just as soon as Lloyd started to feel love and happiness to have Brad there, it quickly vanished. Replaced with a cold, fragile feeling. 

Lloyd tried to ignore Brad's worried gaze, not answering his question either. 

Brad softly let out a sigh of air, he wasn’t exactly frustrated, just a bit upset that Lloyd wasn’t opening up to him. But he knew how hard it was for Lloyd to open up, even to the people he loves and have known for years. 

The boy with black hair leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Lloyds forehead, quietly saying “Please, Love.” 

But yet again Lloyd didn’t respond. Brad softly rubbed his thumb on Lloyds cheek, patiently waiting for a answer from the blond. But when he didn’t get one and just shook his head, gently taking his hands off of Lloyds cheeks and placing it on the younger’s hand instead.

“Come on, dear.”

Brad softly spoke to Lloyd. “We should get you to bed, you should sleep so you don’t make the cold get worse.” And as if on cue Lloyd sneezed again.

Brad chuckled and dragged Lloyd to the bedroom. 

When they had gotten there Brad gently pushed Lloyd to the bed. Lloyd wanted the argue, saying that Brad shouldn’t be doing this for him, that he deserved any little inconvenient thing that happened to him, but he couldn’t open his mouth, he couldn’t speak. He felt so overwhelmed, and just… like he couldn’t say a single word, he felt trapped in his own mind, he couldn’t even get a single croak out. Lloyd was too exhausted to even panic… FSM what is wrong with him?! 

So Lloyd just laid there as his boyfriend placed a blanket over his aching body. The blanket made felt 

like a warm, fluffy cloud was placed on him, making all of his other feelings disappear. What made it feel even better was when Lloyd watched Brad climb in bed with him, wrapping his arms around Lloyds waist. 

Lloyd turned around so he was facing Brad, who leaned down and made there lips meet. They stayed like that for a few seconds, but then backed away. Lloyd felt a lot more relaxed now, cuddling in bed with the love of his life. And so he let out a breath of air, placing his head on Brads shoulder and closing his eyes.

Brad smiled to himself, glad to have made Lloyd a bit better and more content in the time of hurt. Brad kissed Lloyds forehead again, deciding now was a good time to ask Lloyd the question again. Because yes he was in a good mood and this could ruin his mood… but he was also in a good mood and that meant he would hopefully be more honest and tell Brad what’s up. 

But Brad pondered on it, maybe he should wait till morning. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea.

[mirror-is-distured]

Can't wait

PISSFIC WARNING!!!

NSFW MDNI!!!

Rain had been squirming around on stage all night, desperately trying to hide the way his tight pants pressed against his abdomen. Swiss hadn't let him go all day and it was just too much. The second the ritual ended he was scrambling off to find a restroom. Fuck this venue for having such a confusing backstage. He collapsed to the floor in a random hallway, his shakey hands rushing to cover his crotch. "Fuck..." he cursed to himself, a small dark spot forming on his pants. "Fuckfuckfuck" he watched the dark spot grow and form a small puddle on the floor. "Shit... i cant go on the bus like this.." he rushed to tie his cape around his waist. He looked so pathetic like this, kneeling on the cold concrete, panicking and trembling. Just then, Swiss rounded the corner, whistling some bullshit song. Rain froze, slowly turning his head to meet the multi ghouls gaze.

"Rain? Are you ok?" His lilting voice echoed around the bland hallway, funneling into rains ears and straight to his cock. "Y-yeah im fine swiss, g-go away." Rain muttered, he sounded more agressive than he meant too. Swiss stepped forward, cooking his head.

"Are you sure? Looks like you've got a little issue there." He gestured to the puddle under rain.

"Swiss dont... dont look at me" rain whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Swiss walked over to tower infront of the whining ghoul.

"Poor baby, made a mess of himself.. couldnt hold it?"

"Fuck you.. leave me alone" rains head dropped to his chest, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks

"Oh but i like seeing you like this, all soaked.. you wanted me to see you like this" he purred, grabbing rains face and pulling it up to meet his eyes.

"You were just begging to get all wet."

"I hate you." Rain growled through his teeth.

"No you dont, you love it when i treat you like this" swiss was fucking laughing at him. It was so humiliating but so... nice.

"Look at you, you're fucking hard right now. so pathetic."

Rain whimpered at the name, he knew it was true, but it didn't stop swiss's words from sticking in his brain. "Stand up." Swiss's voice was so eerily calm yet so commanding. Rain rose to his feet, his wet pants rubbing against his cock felt so good it was dizzying. "Such a good boy~" swiss cooed against rains ear, gently grazing it with razor sharp fangs. "Tell me what you want." Swiss slotted his thigh between rains, feeling the way rains cock twitched at every movement.

"I-i dont know... please i just need to c-cum" rain slowly started grinding against swiss thigh. "So stupid, you can't even think straight." The taller ghoul groaned.

Rain sobbed, ruting against the swiss's leg, precum dripping through his already soaked jeans. "You're such a good little whore for me. You wanna cum on my thigh like a dumb puppy?"

Rain nodded, frantically trying to get himself off. His high pitched moans bounced off the walls, he was sure everyone could hear him but his mind was too clouded to care. He threw his head forward into the crook of swiss's neck, sobbing into the crisp pressed linen. Swiss's hands roamed over rains chest, trailing down and under his shirt. "Swiss please..." rains voice broke.

"Thats now how you ask and you know it. Do it correctly or you'll be dry for the rest of the tour."

"Please... sir.." rain cried out into swiss's shoulder. "Thats it, good boy~" swiss traced his claws over rains nipples, sending shivvers down his spine. "S'close.."

"Take what you need pretty boy." Swiss rolled one of rains nipples between his fingers. Rain whimpered and rutted faster against his leg, gripping the collar of his shirt between his teeth. Copia was going to kill them for ruining the brand new uniforms so quickly.

"G-gonna-" his breath hitched and his whole body shook. Cum leaked through his tight pants, dribbling down onto swiss's thigh. "Such a pretty puppy... i should show you off like this to everyone" swiss growled, kissing over rains cheekbones. "You would love that, wouldnt you?" Rain nodded. "We should go get on the bus, everyone is waiting." He grabbed rains shakey hand, pulling him down the hall.

"Oh yeah, copia said were sharing a room at the hotel"

[pxtched]

NSFW IMAGINE…

nerd!miguel using a fleshlight thinking of you

sub!miguel?? - reader is only mentioned - very short - (M)masturbation - use of flesh light - MDNI.

It wasn’t like he hasn’t jacked off before, he did but not that much. BUT after meeting you and him becoming your little helper, oh he did it so more often.

Thinking how tight you feel on his dick, or how your pretty lips would wrap around his dick. Thrusting up in his fist fantasizing about you.

He saw something online, and it caught his attention. It was a flesh light, he dosent even know how it feels but he wants to find out. He feels some shame ordering it, he just has to make sure his roommate or anyone else sees it.

After a couple of days, it delivered and he sees the box outside the door. Thankfully his roommate isn’t there, out partying.

he grabs the box and walks inside, he unpacks the package and gulps at the sight of it. He grows flustered as he feels the texture of it, he’s already feeling hot and bothered so perfect timing.

He grabs it, stands up and walks to his room. He close’s the door and locks it. He puts the pocket pussy on his bed for now as he leans on the wall next to his bed, he pulls up his shirt revealing his abdomen. He holds the shirt from falling down with his teeth as his free hands pull down his pants and reveal his aching dick.

He looks at his night stand and open the last drawer, he pulls up a bottle of lube. He pours it on his hand and whimpered when he feels the cold liquid on his dick.

He grabs the pocket pussy back up and position it, he close’s his eyes and imagine it’s you. You on your knees, your hands on his thighs as you begin to put his dick in your mouth.

He moans when he feeling something entirely different from his hand, he starts moving up slowly still thinking it’s you.

His pace quickens as moans get louder, his hips moving too. Thinking it’s him fucking your mouth and not the toy. His thrusts become frantic as his whines and moans fill his quiet room. He moans when he reaches his climax, coming inside of it and some of it spills on the floor.

He’ll clean it later when shame and guilt gets to him but for now?

It wasn’t enough, so he got on his bed. Fully naked, he began moving the toy again moaning out of overstimulation but he doesn’t care. His eyes closed shut as he thinks your riding him, your breasts bouncing up and down each move you make.

He lets pathetic desperate moans as he fucks the toy, he sounds like he was in a porn video. His glasses almost falling off his face as tears form in his eyes.

“Ah!—ugh!” Miguel moans to himself, his legs started spasm as his hips thrusted up.

“Oh my god! Fuckfuckfuck—! Coming!” Miguel moans loudly as he thrusted his hips up one last time and he came so much. His eyes shot open as he leaned his head back against the pillows, mouth agape, Arching his back as he let out a loud choked up Moan. His legs were shaking as he regain his breathing.

He definitely needs to take a shower and clean up before his roommate comes back.

A/N - IM ALIVEEEE !! I actually forgot how to write, school work and personal stuff was piling up so that’s why I was dead for a while! Sorry y’all!

ps: I was going to make him moan out the readers name but…for me I don’t like writing ‘y/n’ I wanna make a nickname but I don’t know what😭

TAGS - @safixiovi , @syler-griffin , @jadeloverxd , @miguels-aranita , @hyjionie , @migueloharasoulmate hope y’all like this <3

REBLOGS - COMMENTS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU FOR READING!

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[silverdelirium]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT | R.W

SUMMARY ➠ your childhood best friend’s dad, ron weasley, moved in next door. he can’t help but let temptation get the best of him

WARNINGS ➠ age gap sex (reader is 19), sir and daddy kink, size kink, oral sex (m receiving), mutual masturbation (?), degrading, praising, nicknames (petal, sweetheart, doll, etc.)

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.2k

A/N ➠ i really tried to give this one a plot but my brain is a bit of a mess rn so its pure smut im sorry :(

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you were a forbidden fruit in ron’s eyes.

so sweet-looking and harmless. but also so fucking wrong.

he knows this is not okay, he is aware that if his daughter were to find out what was going on, she might’ve slapped the living shit out of him.

he doesn’t blame her… but fuck, he doesn’t regret it.

the euphoria traveling through his veins were like no other— he did not expect such good head from a nineteen-year-old.

“oh god, petal” he would groan, hand tugging at your disheveled hair while your tongue ran down the vein that decorated his girth.

your pleading eyes showing how bad you needed him.

and who was ron to deny you that?

“please, sir” you babbled, mindlessly slurping around his cock while he gave labored breaths, flexing his muscles as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot when your tongue teased at his slit.

“go on, sweetheart- put it in your mouth, like the good girl you told me you were.” he grunted, scrunching his eyebrows as you slowly took him in, knees shuffling on the wooden floor of his foyer.

praises dropped from the tip of his tongue like caramel, and you eagerly drank it all up as you deep-throated him, your drool slobbering down your chin as you tried to hold back a gag.

his voice was low and raspy when he spoke, “you’re such a pretty thing, so obedient and so fucking good at sucking cock- as if you’re a little whore off the street” his words dispatched a spark to your engorged clit.

you sent vibrations through his cock as you whimpered around him

your cheeks hollowed as you bobbed your head, eyes trained on the way ron’s abs clenched continuously, probably trying to not fuck your throat raw— not like you would mind.

“sir” you pulled away from him, gasping slightly as you looked up at him, “need you inside me.”

ron chuckled lightly, chest heaving up and down as he lent down to stamp a kiss on your forehead, “listen up, petal, you are nothing but my little fuckdoll, just a little hole for me to use, got that?” he squeezed the sides of your jaw, feeling your neck grow hot as you nodded in submission.

“yes- i’m sorry, sir, just wanna make you feel good” you cried, tears rimming in your eyes as he mocked your pout.

“poor little slut’s just too needy, hm? want my cock buried deep inside you so bad, is that it?” he teased, cock twitching as you moaned lightly, rocking your clit against the heel of your foot.

a whine slipped from your lips, your hips rocking faster now as he wrapped his large palm around his weeping cock, matching your pace as your eyes unfocused.

“need to- cum, please”

he scoffed, “already? is that how fucking desperate you are? cumming from just a little tease on your princess parts, that’s pathetic” his words triggered a set of tears to fall down from your face, yet your stomach fluttered at the degrading.

you gasped, feeling your thighs quiver as you held eye contact with ron, his own release catching up to him as you reached the seventh heaven.

“cumming! i’m cumming!” you warned, squeezing your eyes shut as your arousal drenched your knickers while ron urged you further, drawing out your orgasm from mere words.

“there we go” he said “cumming on your pretty panties like a naughty little girl.”

all you could muster were weak mewls, pawing at his arms as he continued to jerk off, aiming the tip of his cock to your bare thighs, the soft flesh covered in ropes of sticky white substance not even a minute later.

you felt dirty and almost ruined, but god did it feel fucking amazing.

puckering your lips up hazily, ron complied and delivered a messy kiss to your swollen lips.

“we’re not done, sweetheart” he murmured against your mouth, lightly pushing you back until you lay flat on the floor, breasts that spilled out of your tank top from earlier bounced lightly, making ron’s softening member perk up. “i’m gonna fuck your pretty cunt so hard you can barely even sit on it” he threatened.

the thought of being full of him had you spasming, aching to have him inside you.

“daddy” you sobbed.

the nickname had ron’s head thrown back, as well as his dick getting as hard, if not more, as before.

“please, daddy, fuck me hard” you pleaded, spreading your legs and bunching up your skirt at the waist as you revealed the drenched lace that you called underwear.

he groaned, “you bet i will.”

the tip of his rigid cock kissed your slit, drenching itself in your arousal. “you ready, bubba?” he asked, laying a sweet peck on your exposed neck.

“yes”

“yes what?” he slid the head in, making your breath pause.

“yes, daddy”

the stretch was painful as he lulled his hips in further into yours. “atta girl” he sighed.

your thighs shook at the mere burn of his cock prodding your insides. you were nothing but a mush of a brain and meek intakes of breath, whilst ron soothed the urgency your mound begged him with the pad of his thumb.

“faster!” you gasped, wiggling your hips in a weak attempt to intensify the delirium you were falling in.

ron tutted at you, “be patient, sweetheart, i ought to teach you some manners after this, hm?”

he obeyed anyway, pining your hips with one hand as he accelerated his, making the both of you cry out in bliss.

“you like that? like the way i pound into your little pussy?” he taunted, running a finger down the pushed-out skin on your stomach, a little bulge that represented his cock that lay there.

“yes, fuck!” you wailed, giving him a strangled moan as he grazed your sweet spot, your vision dotting with dark stars.

squelching and clapping hit your ears from where you two connected, ron’s eyes darkening as he looked down at the base of his cock covered in a ring of your slick.

“you look so pretty right now” he cooed “creaming all over my cock like a brainless little doll.”

the stand-alone sentence had your ears heating up while your mouth stayed agape, cunt pulsing around him as you reached the peak, ready to fall into cloud nine.

“daddy” you pleaded “i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum so hard- please” your walls contracted around him as your muscles gave mini spasms, toes curling and mouth watering as you came with a silent scream.

“that’s a good girl” praised ron “cumming all over daddy’s cock so fucking good”

he was right behind you, dumping streams of cum all over your insides. your name left his lips like a chant as your cunt greedily milked him dry.

it took a few moments for the both of you to calm down, his cum poured out of you once he pulled out; a puddle had formed on the floor from both of your juices.

“aw baby” he started “your cunt’s all messy and puffy already- it’s best if i lick it clean for you, no?”

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[claireunoia]

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「 SYNOPSIS 」 / the day finally comes where your deepest fantasies comes true ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / milf!natasha x fem!reader

「 WORD COUNT 」 / 1306

「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, sexc blonde!milf!natasha, age gap (reader is of age), ma’am kink, dirtttyyy talking, oral, fingering, use of a lottt of pet names, just filth, overstimulation, language, porn with little plot, d/s dynamics, cheating, cum eating (i do not condone!) that’s it?

➪ author’s notes : ❝heyy babes, i am trying out a new writing format since i thought it’ll be a good time for a change because now i’m lookin at it, i hate how i use to set up my fics lmao. so if it looks weird or sum just ignore it k? and y’all im so sorry for this filth, like i was just so horny and wrote all of this in one setting once again. anyways i hope y’all enjoy as always i love u <3 ❞

part two

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you don’t know how it came down to your close friend’s downright drop-dead gorgeous mother fucking into your pussy roughly with her manicured fingers in the marvelous kitchen of her home.

with your friend in her bedroom continuing to watch the movie you both were supposed to watch and her working husband gone to work, it was just you and your long-term crush natasha. from her striking face, the russian dialect she’ll speak to you on a day to day bases and just the way the older woman carried herself pulled you in the first time you’ve ever stayed a night over. you’ve always fantasized about this moment, dreamt about it, you’ve touched yourself about it. and nat knew this, the woman had caught you once doing it when you thought no one was home. saw the way your pathetic little fingers tried to get yourself off, and heard the little moans of her name being called.

you thought you were being secretive, “such a dumb little baby” natasha always thinks to herself.

natasha had her other hand clasped tightly around your throat and pulled back, causing an even bigger arch to form on your back. your hands gripping the marble island countertop so hard your first started to turn a shade lighter. her finger speeding up by the second as she continued to pound both of her digits into your pussy from behind. “my fuckin’ goodness babygirl, look at you” she whispers with a groan of her own leaving from her as she stared at your broken, blissed out face with absolute hunger and desire. “this wet pussy of yours is squeezing my fingers so tight, honey”

the way her low, gravely voice kept spitting the most obscure things in your ear was making you so much wetter than you ever were before. you're high approaching you so fast and intensely with mighty speed. natasha could sense this with the way she kept feeling the walls of your core pulsating and by the way she felt and saw how your thighs were beginning to shake and twitch against her own. “is my little slut going to cum for me? you’re gonna make a mess all over me and the floors?”

you whimper loudly, too loudly. your eyes tightly squeezed shut, your mouth opened widely in a silent scream. you head nodding frantically to her words. “p-please ma’am”

natasha chuckled and then suddenly yanked away from you completely. her fingers absolutely soaked with your essence, she rubbed the excess onto your puffy folds before dropping away from you once more. the incoherent whine and words spilled from you as soon as she left your pussy empty, which only made you recieve a little spank on the flesh of your ass. before spinning you around to face her, the same fingers she just had in your pussy were softly grasping your chin to make you look at her in the eyes

“if you make your ma’am cum, she’ll fuck you properly. okay? can you do that for me, you pretty little doll?”

you nodded your head quickly in obedience. ready to please the older woman in a heartbeat. you hear natasha coo, her soft, plump pillow-like lips placing a kiss at your lips before ordering you to get down on your knees. you followed the command with grace, your hands in your lap as you stared up at the woman with shiny, doe eyes. “you’re such a good little girl for me, honey. now how bout’ you take my panties off and lift up my nightgown” you listened once more and began to remove her black, lacy underwear. you then lifted her nightgown up to reveal her mound to your awaiting eyes, keening softly at how wet she is.

“you see how I'm dripping for you, pretty baby?” you nod at her words with a lick of your lips.

“you’re going to have to make it snappy, little one. you don’t want my daughter to come down and witness her friend eating her mothers pussy now do you?” you immediately shake your head which natasha smirked at, “get to it then”

and with that you drove into her. you weren’t experienced when it came to eating someone out due to the fact you’ve never done it before. natasha could tell you didn’t but you caught on quickly to all the right places to make her moan and wither which was impressive. “there you baby, suck on my clit— yes, just like that” you followed her soft commands, letting her guide you to her preferred pleasure however she wants. your glistening lips sucking her little button into your mouth diligently, pulling back to lick at her folds and leaking opening before going back to her bulb.

you can see the blonde haired woman play with her clothed, hard nipples through her nightgown, her head thrown back as she grunted. a bunch of jumbled russian words exiting from her lips as she moaned at the pleasure you’re giving her, the feeling of your warm mouth lapping her up with eagerness quickly built up her high in a heartbeat. “fuck you’re so good, my pretty baby. don’t stop eating your ma’am’s pussy, you're gonna make me cum so hard honey” she then grabs a handful of your hair, running her hands through the strands before unexpectedly tugging on it harshly from a particular suck you inflicted on her clit.

“please, please cum ma’am. please? i want it”

natasha chuckles breathlessly at your whines, the sounds making her whole body flutter and heat up. “yeah? how badly do you want me to cum all over that gorgeous little face, honey?”

you whine against her pussy, causing the older woman's legs to twitch and spasm like how yours was earlier. you pull back away from her core momentarily, “so badly, ma’am. please give it to me, i’ll always be your good girl, please?” you begged and pleaded over and over, little whimpers leaving you as you continue to pleasure the woman in front of you. your sweet, sweet pleads and promising words are what has pulled nat over the edge once and for all. the woman groaning and tugging on your hair as she orgasmed. as she did so you continued your assault on her pussy but more softer, trying to prolong her orgasm as much as you can. ignoring your own need and weeping cunt, hers and her pleasure the only thing on your mind.

when nat finally came down from the intense high she had to physically remove your head away from her overstimulated clit you kept licking and sucking at, you just couldn’t get enough.

“you tasted so good, ma’am” you whisper as your blown-out irises bored into her own. the whole bottom half of your face glistening and shiny with the woman's arousal, making natasha groan once more. that sight alone could make her cum again.

natasha then lifted you by your shoulders so you were standing straight in front of her. her mouth immediately attacked yours aggressively, almost as if she was cleaning her cum out your mouth. her tongue messily dominates yours quickly, giving you one last kiss before pulling you away. a singular string of saliva keeping you both connected.

natasha grinned widely, her pearly teeth pulling her bottom lip in between to bite. she wiped at wet spot on your chin with her thumb where her essence laid before she then took it to swipe it onto your bottom lip. “you made me feel so good, pretty girl. i promised to fuck you and i will keep that, you deserve it. how about you finish yourself off in the bathroom and make sure y/f/n is sleep and come into my room when your ready”

“i’ll be waiting for you”

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[hentaikyuu]

triggers – oral [ female + male receiving ], masturbation [ male ], bondage

word count – 1.7k 

note – finally posted :D

pairing – best friend! bokuto x reader

shit, you take me so well- fuck!" bokuto heaves, getting interrupted by his own moaning. "fuck, fuck, fuck- oh my god-" his eyes roll back as he continues to fuck his fist.

you watch from behind the door, thighs pressed together with the sound of your best friend's deep moans. when your best friend had excused himself to "take care of himself", you never expected for this, or for him to be so big.

you unconsciously take a step closer, eyes trained on his fucked out face. the door creaks open, causing bokuto to pause, and tilt his head at the door. fuck.

your best friend suddenly chuckles, having finally spotted your peering face behind the door frame.

"enjoying the show, princess?" he leans against the chair, and shakes his head. "you know, spying isn't something a good girl would do," he raises his eyebrow as you continue to hide behind the doorframe, and beckons you with two fingers. "come on, angel, let's make me feel good, hm?"

you swallow audibly, and walk to him, avoiding his gaze. sitting on the bed next to his chair, you stare at the ground, suddenly interested in the tiles.

he clicks his tongue, and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "awh, the angel won't even look at her best friend?" he pretends to pout, and moves your face closer to his, running a rough hand along your jawline. bokuto leans closer to your face, whispering in your ear, "princess, do you want this?"

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you realize how close his body was to yours. nodding slowly, you breathe, "yes please, bo... want it so bad..."

he nods, smirking proudly at you as he looks you up and down as if a predator looking at his prey. "that's a good angel."

your best friend tilts your jaw up with his hand, and slowly closes the space between your lips. letting out a whimper, you reach up to grip his hair as he deepens the kiss.

"oh fuck-" bokuto breaks the kiss to leave small bites along your jaw and neck, kissing and nipping everywhere to make small gasps escape from your mouth.

"you're so innocent, it drives me crazy, fuck-" he almost growls, lifting your shirt and bra as he continues to attack your neck with his bites.

"bo-" you moan out, tilting your neck towards him so he can have more access.

the boy takes a deep breath as he stares at your naked torso, staring at you in awe. "wow. you were hiding all of this from me?" he shakes his head as he runs his warm hands on you, causing you to shut your eyes. he stares at your closed eyes, biting his lip as he gets an idea. he leans in close again, whispering, "since my angel is so intent on keeping her eyes closed, how about i help with that, yeah?" you shivered as his hot breath hit your eyes, and you nod at him.

"good." as you smile at his praise, bokuto grabs a nearby ribbon and ties it around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold, and pushes you on top of the bed. "dont. move." you stay still as he continues on to grab another ribbon, tying it around your hands, and tying that to the bedpost. he stands back, nodding at his finished work. "now i can play all i want with my little princess."

you inhale sharply, pressing your thighs together at his words.

"oh come on, angel." bokuto glances at your thighs pressing together and holds them apart lightly. "you can't just pleasure yourself first, can you? you have to pleasure daddy." he pushes you into an upright position, and pulls your pants off, biting back a smile as he sees your pink lacy panties. "how adorable."

you shake your head at his words. "not adorable, bo!"

"yeah?" he runs a finger up your slit, making your head throw back instinctively. "and that's not cute? what is it then?" he removes his finger, making you whine from the loss of contact.

you shrug at him, and try to press your thighs together again.

"uh uh uh~" he chides, keeping your legs apart with one hand. "looks like no one has taught you any manners, huh? don't worry, princess. im here to teach you." he flicks your panties lightly, hitting your clit exactly, drawing out a yelp from you.

"teach... me?"

"that's right. in fact, i take it upon myself to do so. and to fuck you dumb, of course." the corner of his lips turn up into a smirk as your best friend adds, "im sure you would look so gorgeous fucked dumb, with my hand around your throat, the only word you're able to say being my name."

you feel heat creep up to your cheeks as bokuto says those words. you were far too gone to protest, to even say anything. you nod. "want that... want everything!"

"my, what a greedy little princess." he smacks your breast sharply, biting his lip as he watches it jiggle. "and yet, so pretty..." he runs a thumb on your breast and cups it, bringing it closer to his mouth. he plants soft kisses on your breasts, enjoying listening to you moan.

"more... i need more!" your mind was filled him, only him, and he had barely touched you. your thoughts were just as lust filled as his predatory eyes, as they watched your expressions of pleasure.

"more?" bokuto smacks your other breast, trying not to chuckle as you whined and wiggled with his touch. "oh come on, angel, use your words now."

"fuck, please, i need you, please... please..." you start begging, eyebrows furrowing with the thought of not ever getting anything to ease the pressure on your core.

your best friend smirks at your words, watching you wiggle around with a mildly impressed look on his face. "you need me, angel? you really do? need me?"

"m-mhm..."

"fuck, that's so hot." bokuto begins nipping below your breasts, making his way down to your panties. "fuck..." he breathes out, hooking his fingers on your pantie line, and finally pulling down. tossing your panties to the side, he begins kissing your swollen clit almost frantically, like a starved dog.

"bo- fu- bo!" you bite down on your lip to stop any more moans from coming out as he continues to lick at your bud quickly. "shit-"

your so called "bo" is now sitting on the bed, hands gripping your thighs so hard it could leave bruises, licking and kissing at your bud so quickly, so frantically, so perfectly. waves of euphoria shoot through your body, eyes rolling back due to the pleasure your best friend was giving you.

"feels good?" his low voice sent shivers through your body, turning you on more than you expected. he smirks at your expression, licking twice more. "answer my question. if you want to fucked, that is."

you nod, shaking your head hard. "yes! feels really good, please! want to get fucked!"

he shakes his head. "does pretty little pet only respond when i threaten her?" he clicks his tongue. "no fucking manners." he slaps your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain up your body. "hm? you like that?" he slaps it again, chuckling at the filthy sounds that came from your mouth every time he slapped it. "i can tell."

a squeak escapes your mouth as he keeps on slapping your sensitive clit, stopping between each slap to caress it gently. "bo! please!" you let out a choked sob, almost crying at the pressure he had built up.

"please what, angel? you need to use your words with me if you want to get anywhere." he purses up his lips and opens your jaw with one hand, spitting into your mouth. "fuck- how does it taste, princess?"

you swallow eagerly, opening your mouth hopefully. the blindfold made your senses elevate to a different level, and every time bokuto slightly brushed against your body, you felt your body reacted immensely to his touches. you were hot and were already tired, with cute little puffs coming out of your mouth. bokuto's hand was now wrapped around your throat, squeezing so perfectly that you could cum just from that. you just felt so good.

"tastes so good, bo! please... need you..." you cry out, hands gripping the sheets as you thought about him not giving you his cock. "please! use me!"

he chuckles. "use you? you wanna be my pretty lil fucktoy?"

you nod emphatically, adding another "please..." for more effect.

"fuck." he grunts, running his hand through his hair, your begging made him more hornier than before. "you know how fucking pathetic you look like, right? all pretty like this, in front of your best friend?"

"mhm! so pa-pathetic, bo! please-"

bokuto shakes his head. "and the little angel can't even speak without stuttering? is this all because of me?"

"mhm..." a tear slips out. "please!"

he chuckles. "since my little angel begged so well, daddy will let you make him feel good as a treat, okay?"

"m-mhm!" you look at bokuto, another tear forming in your eye. "wanna be good and make you feel good!" you whisper, looking to him for words of praise.

he chuckles, hand reaching to caress your already tear stained cheek. "oh, darling. you will." he moves to your wrists, letting the ribbon go and making you sit up. "on your knees now, angel."

you nod immediately, dropping to the floor to look up at him innocently, making him smile and whisper, "good girl. now open up~" as you open your jaw obediently, he pushes his cock inside your mouth, smiling sweetly at you.

the boy slowly begins to move, every shallow thrust of his hips making you whine, every roll of his hips making his head get thrown back in pleasure and ecstasy. you were sure you were dripping at the sight. his hands made their way to your hair, weaving themselves in and tugging every time you let out a whimper.

"fuck, angel, im going to go faster, okay?"

you nod at his words, making him pat your head proudly. he starts to speed up, thrusting into your mouth and making you gag. your eyes start to tear up with the abuse of your throat and your grip on his thighs becomes harder.

bokuto looks down at you, smirking at the look on your face. whimpering and needy, yet still needing to him feel good. just the way he wanted you.

“gonna- fuck, gonna cum-” your best friend cums in your mouth, filling your throat with his white seed. wincing slightly at the taste, you swallow it eagerly, bright eyes turning to him for more. 

“daddy’s gonna touch me now?” you ask, cocking your head slightly.

“oh, just you wait, darling. you’ll never regret letting your best friend fuck you.”

[teenyweenynightghost]

As lucky as the rainbow

A/n: Im sorry. Also. Special dedication to the love of my life, @cantaraiilmionome , who let me write this fic

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing: Vic X Fem!Reader

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My heartbeat was wild and mostly erupting from my chest as the whole world around me seemed to quiet down. The mesh shirt I was wearing was already crumpled from all the times I had fiddled with it nervously. To be honest, could anyone really blame me? I have been obsessed with Måneskin for ages, and I finally get to see them live. A small, really pesky part of my brain kept bugging me. They would have no reason to like or notice you; why are you even here? Well, that definitely did not help the anxious feeling growing in my stomach.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers as four rock stars appeared on the stage.

And oh god what they were wearing. A certain blonde caught my attention, one who I was more than familiar with. Victoria strutted on the stage, her bass strap wrapped around her, as a small corset did nothing to cover her. Two black stripes of tape covered each of her boobs and she looked celestial. It was unfair to everyone else! How could she just look like that!?

“Is everyone ready?” Damiano’s strong voice sounded out of the speakers, earning an excited cheer from everyone.

As they started playing, I realised I was no longer anxious. Moving from side to side and jumping along with them, It felt as If the world stopped temporarily just for me to enjoy this moment. It was truly heaven, and their magnetic presence made it infinitely better.

“Now, for a fan favorite…” Damiano spoke into the mic, soon interrupted by the all too familiar notes of For Your Love. Oh god.

I couldn’t decide who to pay attention to; Ethan’s godly form playing the drums in a way I wished he would play my ass, Thomas’ talented fingers strumming the guitar chords, Damiano fucking the stage while singing or-

Oh.

I was one of the lucky ones who got to sit up front. So my view of Victoria was truly a dream come true. Her eyes were closed as she thrusted into the air, her hips moving with precision and skill, as she moved her head backwards in rhythm with the song. Two of her fingers were plucking the chords, clouding my mind with thoughts of what else she could do with them.

The whole song became a vivid fantasy for me, as I kept watching Victoria play, entranced by her sensuality. The song sadly came to a stop, and Damiano started speaking again. My lovely brain, however, could only gaze at Victoria, her wonderful top and fingers.

As If on cue, she knelt down right at the edge of the stage, and winked at me. Wait, she did what? My brain stopped functioning as I kept staring at her, eyes comically wide and mouth hanging open.

She smirked at my reaction, and motioned for me to come closer with her finger. A bodyguard came and opened the barrier, as I made my way through.

I was right in front of the stage, looking in her icy blue eyes. She leaned down and cupped my cheek, shaking it softly.

“Wanna stay here, cucciola?” She asked,  a sultry smile appearing on her face. I nodded eagerly, causing her to laugh, before returning to her band.

The rest of the concert managed to make me so wet I was convinced my knees would give in the second I would try to walk. Between Victoria grinding on the floor right in front of me, making sure to stare right in my eyes, Damiano jumping in the crowd and grabbing Thomas, as well as Ethan being an overall god-like presence.

It was, however, over, as soon as it started. My face fell as they all waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and I turned around, preparing to leave, but was soon interrupted by a guard.

“Miss De Angelis said that she would like you to go backstage.”

That was the second time the girl’s actions shocked me. I certainly hoped it wouldn’t be the last as I followed the guard to the back.

“Ah, there you are, cucciola!” Her raspy voice exclaimed, as she headed towards me and grabbed my waist, leading me towards a changing room before I could even mutter a word.

“You, I me- mean ...Why? Like… I just thi-I” Damn it, where was my wittiness when I needed it? If I wasn’t already blushing, I probably looked like a sweaty tomato right now.

“Oh darling, I suggest you figure out how to talk, so I’ll know how to please you later.” She murmured in my ear, my knees almost giving up at her words.

“Oh god, umm, I- hi.” I managed to let out. I’m so glad I could ramble about crystals for 3 hours but when It comes to basic greetings my mind just dips. Lovely.

“We have about 15 minutes before we need to leave.” She said, grabbing my body and pulling me right against her, softly nibbling on my neck.

“Considering the way you fucked the stage earlier, I think even 5 would suffice.” Ah yes, my brain was back. Temporarily, though, because Victoria’s hungry lips smashed into mine in a fraction of a second, quickly turning me around so I would be prompted against the wall.

We moved in sync as she sucked every breath out of me and explored my mouth with her tongue. She bit my lip hard, and licked the reddish spot which appeared, before moving onto my neck.

She sucked on every inch of my skin, leaving deep red marks in her wake, which would definitely be an interesting subject of discussion once I got home. I couldn’t help but let out the most pathetic whines, which only seemed to turn Victoria on more.

“So fucking desperate puppy. All I do is dance a little on stage and you’re already willing to be on your knees for me.” She purred right against my breast, earning a deep moan from my treacherous mouth,

“What can I say, I like being a good girl.”

Her mouth bit into the soft skin which was now exposed, as my poor shirt was laying on the floor, discarded seconds ago. I whimpered and bucked my hips into the air, whining even more at the realisation that there was nothing there.

“Please..” I begged, as she kept kissing and licking around my hardened buds, heating me up even more.

“Take your pants off, then” She instructed, and I did it in a heartbeat, the piece of clothing joining my shirt.

The last thing I saw was the blonde’s head lower , before her tongue finally gave me what I wanted. She swiped it deeply inside of me, humming at the liquids pouring from me. Moving to my clit, she started circling around it as one of her long fingers thrusted deep inside of me.

“Fuck… Victoria…” 

She added another finger and quickened her pace, as I rapidly approached my edge. God, no one did it as well as her. She was getting rougher by the second, biting at my thighs and sucking hardly, until she heard my breath catch, before I erupted in a mess of loud moans and screams.

I came hard on her hand as she guided me down to the ground, licking the tears falling from my eyes.

“You really do like being a good girl.” She whispered, cupping my cheek and pressing a soft kiss on my puffy lips.

“Oh I can be bad too.” I smirked, watching as her eyes darkened.”

“How about you return to the hotel with me, and we can explore that talent too…”

***

More than half an hour had passed, and I was sitting in an Uber right next to Victoria. While the band packed up their stuff, I hung out on the stage, eating a popsicle Damiano had given me.

“Do you have to be anywhere early tomorrow?” Victoria’s voice interrupted my thoughts, softly grazing her fingers over my thighs.

“Like I wouldn’t cancel them for you.” I responded, earning a soft chuckle from her.

“Excellent. How about we talk a little then, hmm?” She asked, pulling me closer to her.

“About what?” I asked, clearly thinking of innocent topics.

“Which was your favourite part about how I fucked you backstage.”

Oh. My. God. At this point, my brain had stopped working so many times, I probably had approximately 2 brain cells left. And damn, I answered in a corresponding fashion.

“I must say I enjoyed the talking.” 

Victoria laughed, a devilish grin forming on her face, as I bet her mind filled with the dirtiest ideas.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’ll make sure we’ll do just enough talking.”

“Wait no- You know, I really liked the cum part too.” I tried to save myself, because let’s be honest, If this woman was anything, it was a tease.

“Considering how loud you were moaning, I bet you were.” She purred again, dragging her fingers further up my thighs.

“Tell me, what did you fantasise about most while watching me play?”

My mind went blank, but not really, as the thought of her grinding on my face while practicing the bass made its way into my head. God, I was royally fucked.

“Tell me, pet.” She snarled against my neck, grabbing it roughly and bending me over.

Her hand wandered down to my ass, grabbing it roughly before slithering back around to my stomach, and pulling me up again.

“Practicing your bass on my face.” I moaned out, red and embarrassed.

“A lovely imagination you have. I’ll make sure to consult it more often.” 

“That won’t work. It seems to go blank around you.” 

Victoria smirked at my confession and pressed me down onto her lap, slowly working her way under my shirt. 

“I really like this. Where did you get it?”

“My mom.”

“She wears this?”

Fuck. “Oh, you meant the shirt?”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, she pulled the material up, and pressed a wet kiss to both of my breasts. Oh god, this girl would kill me.

“My special thanks to her. And also my apologies, because I’ll fuck you till you scream and cry tonight.”

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣!𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 ~

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤; SMUT!! gn!dom!reader x sub!seungmin. pillowhumping, pet play(puppy), impact play, slapping, sliight corruption kink, dumbification, sliight fear kink, nicknames, size kink, spit kink, dick humiliation (imjustmakingshitup), degradation, orgasm (m), mentions of cum, slight aftercare.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥; 1 k 

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖; everybody knew this was coming, i mean come fucking on? i had the opportunity to make seungmin a puppy and I FUCKING TOOK IT

also gimmie gimmie ideas for pillowfucker!hyunjin aka the last part eek-

poor seungminnie got a pillow thrown at his head IM SORRY 

“Don’t you dare break character, understood puppy?”

Seungmin sighed, sitting on his knees, wearing nothing but a pair of puppy ears and a light blue leash, the handle resting on the floor near his already aroused cock, the delicate tip shyly hidden behind his hands that were desperatly covering it, your gaze feeling too intimidating for the poor boy. 

“Do I have to do this,,, it’s embarrassing”

You smiled, towering over him before bending down to grab the leash, pulling him closer and making him yelp momentairly. 

“You do as you’re told puppy so shut it”

You spoke in a condescending voice, fooling the dark haired boy by speaking sinister words in a voice sweet as sugar. Seungmin nodded shyly, a blush creeping onto his face and lightly laying over his warm cheeks, his gaze glued to the floor. 

“Now,,, bark puppy!” 

He looks up at you, tilting his head in confusion and hesitating before attempting a bark. 

“Woof w-aaah,,, y/n this is so mortifying~!”

Seungmin whines out, poking his bottom lip out as he scoffs, eyebrows furrowed. You harshly pull the leash towards you, the poor boy scooting closer before a tingling feeling hits him and a loud noise erupts in the room, his left cheek burning as the slap knocked him over onto his butt. You grab his face, tears accumulating in the corners of his big glossy eyes, his eyes much more innocent than yours that were filled with nothing but an urge to destroy him. 

“You do as you’re told. Wasn’t I clear enough or are you stupid?” 

The dark haired boy shakes his head, his puppy-like gestures making your heart beat faster, biting your lip to not let your hard demeanour crack from his cute antics. 

“Good puppy, now ride this pillow like a nasty mutt in heat” 

You grab one of the many pillows that piled up on the broad bed, tossing it at him causing the fuzzy ears to fall off his soft locks as the pillow hit his head. He immedietly grabbed it and straddled it, scared that you’ll raise your voice at him. His bare and hard cock hit the fluffy surface, his dick softly sinking into the pillow as he sat up on his knees, biting his lip hard enough to leave teeth marks as he rolled his hips upwards. You scoffed at his pathetic figure, his quiet whimper eventually got louder with every thrust, his fluffy brown hair bouncing infront of his forehead. His big brown eyes disappered as he shut them, a loud gulp ensuing from his throath as the leash was tight in your grasp. He looked so small beneath you, your smirk seemingly evil as the feeling of control washed over you. You could do whatever you wanted to him and he couldn’t complain, he was simply too much a slut for you. 

The poor boy was startled as you spat in his face, a stiff moan pertruding as his mouth stood agape for longer than the actual moan. The clear foamy liquid trickled down his innocent face only to hang from his perfectly plush lips, the puppy-like boy sticking his tongue out to catch ever drop. You laugh at him coldly and he looks up into your emotionless eyes, a shiver descending down his spine from your intense gaze, your eyebrows furrowed with the corner of your mouth turned up. 

“What? What are you staring at with those puppy eyes, hm?”

Seungmin’s eyes twinkled, glossy from the tears that brimmed, teasing to drop onto his cheek. The pace at which the desperate boy humped his pillow got faster, his breaths turning into gasps as his cheeks were stained with a watered down crimson, the leash swinging as your grip loosed. You crouched down, your lips in level with his ear, scoffing before speaking. 

“You like this? Being a dirty puppy for your owner? You’re so small babyboy, even your dick is small”

The pouting boy shakes his head, his bouncy hair moving together with his movements that didn’t slow down. 

“S-stop,,, it’s,, it’s not small!” 

The poor boy sulks, which only feeds your urge to make fun of him seeing his already warm cheeks heat up even more. His tiny cries echoing out as his arms shook with his reaching climax. 

“Hmm? Is puppy gonna cum with that tiny cock? Bet you can’t even cum my dumb little baby.” 

Seungmin can only whimper at your words, the friction between his dick and the pillow being too much to handle, his hair now a disheveled mess, his face likewise. Every degrading word and action made him inch closer and closer to his peak. You couldn’t take it anymore, you wanting to see him fall apart right at your fingertips and so you yank the leash, choking the boy for only a moment before grabbing his sharp yet delicate face in one hand, squeezing his cheeks to force his mouth open. Seungmin protests but his struggle seemingly fruitless as you spit into his mouth, a powerful shudder surging through the puppy-like boy pushing him over the edge of his pinnacle. 

He comes undone at a final roll of his hips, his soft body shaking on top of the even softer material, the white lines of cum spurting out of him like white silk thread just like his delicate moans. You laugh at his pathetic ways, the leash still in your grasp as the poor boy stutters, all his words either placed together or in choppy syllables. 

“th-thank you,,, thank y-you”

His heavy panting and flushed skin made you ruffle his soft locks, running your hands through them before stroking his tear stained cheek with the back of your hand. 

“You did so well for me, puppy. Wanna take a shower?” 

You ask with a tone laced with pride. The poor boy agrees, nodding his head like an obedient pet before looking down at the mess he caused, pillowcase now stainted with cum, forming a wet patch as the substance hardened. 

“You did cum,, despite having such a small dick” 

You shrugged your shoulders, smirking as you reached around his neck to remove the leash, Seungmin flared up, flustured at your pretty voice uttering those lewd words. 

[writer-komaru]

Prompt : Fem!Reader and Mukuro roleplay as a ruthless barber and a new recruit

Anon!~

I hope you enjoy!!!~ :D

{Warning! Lime : Contains: degrading and roleplay (as said in the tital.)}

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“Stand at attention, rookie!”

Your body froze still and saluted the woman in front of you, standing at command.

The woman paced back and forth in front of you, analyzing, before walking up to you. She ran her hands through your long hair. You wouldn’t like to admit it, but it felt kinda nice. She scowled.

“Are you aware of the restrictions on long hair, rookie?! You know what I have to do with rookies with long, girly hair?”

She grabbed your chin to look her in the eyes.

“Answer your lieutenant when they speak to you!”

“N-No, Ma’am-“

She gave you a swift slap across the face.

“It’s lieutenant, you pathetic rookie!”

“No, lieutenant!”

“Well,” she pushed you down into a chair, her knees at your sides,” We have to cut it off, am I clear?”

You choked back a staggered gulp. You loved your hair, but that wasn’t what was making you so scared. It was this towering, muscular woman looking down at you as if you were no more than a bug under her shoe. And the fact she was literally on top of you, her chest in front of your face didn’t help the twitching of your cunt. Wait, were you getting turned on?! With your superior?!? A wave of shame washed over you, causing you to look down.

“Y-Yes, lieutenant.”

Suddenly, a low vibrating sound rang through the air, causing your already damp cunt to get even wetter. Your body shuttered, preparing yourself.

“Hold still while I cut off your childish hair.”

You flinched as she grabbed your chin, pressing the razor into your scape, being wary as to not cut the skin.

“Look at you. You were supposed to be strong in front of your lieutenant. But here you are, acting like a quivering baby. If you are going to act like one, I’ll test you like one.”

Before you could make sense of her words, she shoved her fingers into your mouth, as if to pacify you. There’s no way she doesn’t know how turned on she is making you. She continued to shear off your beautiful hair, brushing it off of your shoulders and onto the floor. But, all you could care about was the aching in your pussy, desperate for any form of friction, crying out to you for something, anything. Your shaking hand raised up, but fell back down. She would probably punish you if you tried something like that. It would be best if you just followed her commands, like a good recruit.

“There, look at how tough you look now without all that long hair weighing you down.”

She caressed your cheek, slightly surprised as you leaned into her touch.

“Aw, you like it when I pet you?”

She rested her hand on your head, petting you with a surprising smooth of gentleness.

You pressed your head against her hand, sucking a bit harder on her fingers, as if asking for a little more. Finally, she caught on.

“Oh, are you needy? Do you want a reward for being to good?”

Your heart buzzed at the words, nodding frantically. Your thighs were already twitching. What kind of surprise was she talking about? She took her wet fingers out of your mouth, dripping with saliva. Your mind answered that daunting question as she got off the chair and kneeled in front of you.

“Good little recruits get to feel all the pleasure they deserve. Are you a good little recruit?~”

Her voice was so smooth, so sultry, making you rub your legs together. But, she forced them apart, holding her fingers around you belt to pull your hips closer to her face. You let out a strained whine, quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

“I-Im sorry, leitenient! I-I didn’t mean to-“

“I’ll let it slide since those kind of noises are music to my ears~”

Your body shivered as her pulled down your pants, licking her lips at the sight before her. Your slick dripped down your thighs, dampening your panties with a wet stain. You looked like you were 4 hours into foreplay, but she had barely done anything to you. You must really be turned on. And she really absolutely eating this it~ (quite literally) She pulled down your panties, causing you to whimper as the sharp cold air hit your cunt.

“You look so desperate, so turned on. I bet you can’t even think straight, can you?”

“N-no.. I-I can’t… think. Please… p-please, I really need you…”

“Be patient, puppy, I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, she carefully wrapped her lips around your aching big and gave it a few experimental sucks, reveling at the sweet noises that poured from you agape lips.

“Ahhhh!~ y-Yes!~ s-s-so good! Please, f-faster!”

Your back arched, hands gripping onto the chair for dear life. She flashed you with her sharp gaze, letting go of your clit to speak.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, rookie. I’m the one in charge here. Do I have to punish you?”

You shook your head frantically, streams of apologies filling your lungs.

“Good~”

She returned to your throbbing cunt, this time she shoving her wet finger inside of you while she sucked at your clit, causing you to gasp.

“Ngh!!~ Ahhh!!~ P-Please… Ahh!!~”

You felt like you could come any second now, a tight knot forming in your stomach. She could tell as well by the way you clenched around her finger.

“Good little recruits don't cum until they are told to, got it?”

You hesitantly nodded, tears pricking at your eyes. You didn’t know how much longer you could last. You tried to pull your hips away from her mouth, but you were only met by a firm slap to the inner thigh. A loud cry escaped your lips and she took the finger out of your hole and shoved her tongue in instead, rubbing your clit with her thumb. You could barely hold yourself back. It was all too much for your meek body to take.

“Please!! P-Please, lieutenant!~ AHH!! I-I- NGH! I really h-have t- Please!! I can’t! I- Ahhh!~

You sobbed, tears spilling from your eyes as you felt your impending orgasm was over you, back arching off of the chair, thoughts gripping Mukuro’s head. As you slowly came down from your high, you realized what you had down.

“Ah! I’m s-sorry, lieutenant! I-I didn’t mean to-“

“Naughty little slut. Can’t even handle a few minutes of holding yourself back. You just had to cum, didn’t you. You have no self restraint. I would normally punish you, but you were so good for me while I cut your hair taht I will let it slide this time. But next time, pull something like that again, and you will regret it.”

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