#it started off first time + mommy kink but i was worried that would be too similar to the pegging fic i wrote

[blindmagdalena]

homie getting creampied by a trans girl reader 🥺

18+. sub/bottomlander, oral fixation, fingering, nipple play, come play/eating, dirty talk.

Homelander is beautiful like this: splayed out before you like a banquet tribute, every piece of him yearning for your approval, your consumption, your love.

You can't help but draw it out when you have him under you, empty and aching, begging for every inch of you. You worked him open with your fingers for what felt like hours, admiring the jolt and slide of his wiry muscles beneath smooth, taut skin.

His belly is tight with anticipation, and it jumps beneath the brush of your fingers. He sucks in a sharp, anticipatory breath. His legs, hitched on either side of you, flex with incomprehensible power. Power that is wholly at your whim.

You wipe your lube slick fingers on the bed before adjusting him in your lap, your blood pounding loud in your ears. Despite your patient teasing, he's not the only one who's eager to do this.

"Are you ready?" You ask, stroking his hip.

He nods. His eyes are bright, bluer than any clear summer sky. He doesn't dare speak in these moments, as if he's afraid it will break the spell the two of you are under, enraptured with each others bodies.

You smile. "Okay. Take a deep breath for me, sweet boy."

As always, he does precisely as you tell him. He inhales slowly, deeply, his chest and diaphragm both filling out. At the same time, you line yourself up with the wet rim of his hole and push, working him open slowly with the head of your cock.

"That's good, you're doing so good, sweetheart," you sigh, rocking your hips, sliding in just a bit deeper with each thrust. The clench of his body is firm, and impossibly hot. He always runs warm, a furnace cuddled up against you, but it's something else entirely to be so close to the heat at the core of him. The scorch of it is divine.

His own cock is heavy, arched over and dripping onto his stomach. It jostles against his skin when you bottom out, and he makes a strained little noise that goes straight to your own cock. He's impossibly sweet beneath you, hands pinned to his sides, curling and uncurling with the unspoken need to touch.

Now that you're settled, you give him the permission you know he's waiting for.

"You can touch me now," you say. Instantly, he lifts his hands to your arms, tugging so lightly you might forget he has super strength. You smile, bending down to meet his lips. Kissing has always been his favorite expression of intimacy. He craves the closeness of it, the removal of expectation for words, the warmth.

You kiss him just the way he likes it, slow and deep. He opens up easily for your tongue, rumbles a pleased little noise as you lick into his mouth.

When you pull back, he chases you slightly before falling obediently back to the bed. He bites his lip in the absence of yours, working it with his teeth. "Need something for your mouth?" You touch his lips with your pointer finger, and he immediately takes it between his lips, sucking. It makes your cock throb inside him.

"Here, come here, sweetheart," you coo, taking your finger from his mouth. You slip your hand beneath his head, and lift him to your chest. He accepts right away, holds you still and takes your nipple into his mouth, grazing the sensitive bud with his teeth before settling into sucking at it. His mouth feels incredible, wet and hungry.

At the same time, you pull back just enough to thrust back into him, wringing a moan from the back of his throat. He's all adorable keening noises and needy tugs, moving his hands from your arms to your waist. He spreads his legs wider, an invitation to go deeper that you happily accept.

"God, you open up so good for me," you moan, pressing a kiss to his the top of his head. "Do you feel good? Tell me how good you feel."

"Feels good," he says against your chest, arching his back, angling himself every way he can to take more of you, feel more of you, be better for you. "Feels so good. Want to—can you go faster?"

After all that teasing, he's been made terribly impatient. His cock is pinned between your bodies, sensitive. You can feel it in the thrum of his body: he's already trying not to come. You exhale a small laugh, maintaining your pace. "You have to ask me nicer than that, baby."

You feel his whole body shudder against yours. It unlocks something wicked in him when you talk like that. "Go on, ask nicely."

"Please," he moans, tipping his head back. "Please fuck me faster."

He's sweet as can be, voice reedy, nuzzling at your chest. He has the power to take what he wants, but he knows how much lovelier it is to be given it, especially by you.

Immediately, you quicken your pace, hips snapping against his in sharp, deep thrusts. He brings his lips to your other nipple, holds you steady by the ribs while he sucks, muffling his moans into your skin. Slipping your hand between your bodies, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He sucks in a ragged breath through his nose, eyes screwed shut.

You're close, you can feel it, so you don't stroke gently. You jerk him off tight and fast, faster even than you're fucking him. He throws his head back and cries out, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it. He starts babbling utter nonsense. As illegible as it is, you know he's pleading with you.

"That's it, sweetheart," you say, your own voice thin. "Let me feel you come."

He does immediately. You stroke him through every pulse of it, slicking your hand with his release and dragging it back down his throbbing cock. You're so focused on him that your own orgasm takes you by surprise, erupts from the core of you and spills deep into him. You both moan loudly, bodies gradually slowing against one another, each of you milking the other for every drop.

You slip out of him with a sigh, catching your breath slowly. You sit back on your legs to get a good look at him, his spent cock flopped to one side, his belly a mess of his own release, and his hole dripping wet with yours.

"You're so fucking beautiful," you whisper, slipping two fingers easily into his ass. He makes a weak noise, watching you through bleary eyes. You pump your fingers slowly in and out, making him drip all around them. It's almost enough to get you hard again, sends an aching pang through you.

Glancing up at him, you follow a wicked impulse of your own. Leaning over him, you bring your fingers to his lips. He doesn't so much as blink. There's no hesitation in the way he grabs your wrist, holding your gaze as he takes your fingers into his mouth, weaving his tongue between them, eagerly cleaning your come from them.

"Fuck," you breathe, using your other hand to stroke his hair, settling down against him. "Good boy," you whisper, mesmerized by his cloudy, satiated stare, and the gentle pull of his lips around your fingers. "My wonderful boy."

[wandaslittlebird]

Confessing (Alternate)

Mean!Stepmom!Wanda x Pervy!Reader

After months of spying on your stepmother, you’re finally caught and made to confess far more than you’d expected.

CW: Non-consensual spying, underwear stealing and other nefarious acts, mentions of masturbation, stepmom/stepdaughter, intense questioning, dacryphilia (kinda), humiliation, spanking, mommy kink, accidental orgasm, arousal tasting, allusion of oral (W receiving)

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This is literally the exact same fic I posted yesterday but with a non g!p reader. The only things that have changed are the reader’s anatomy and the ending.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, still mostly naked from the long shower you’d just taken. You stood up on your tippy toes in order to highlight the main attraction: your new lacy thong underwear.

You’d stolen them from your stepmother Wanda's wardrobe earlier while she was busy making dinner. When you’d found them, you just knew you had to have them.

It was the first time you’d ever stolen her panties to wear, and the act both scared and aroused you. It was one of the boldest moves you’d ever made in your months of silent admiration of Wanda.

Not to say that the stuff you’d been doing up until this was innocent or tame, by any means. This was just the furthest you’d ever pushed the envelope.

It’s not that you wanted to get caught, per se, but the risk was enticing. It was sort of like exhibitionism. The risk of being in public added excitement, but that didn’t mean you wanted to get arrested for public indecency.

“Honey! Dinner’s ready!” Wanda’s voice cut off your thoughts from the dining room.

You frowned, not ready to get dressed quite yet. Nonetheless, you shouted from the bathroom, “I’ll be down in a second!” before slipping on your plaid pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. It’s fine. You’d be nice and quick with dinner, then you could slip away to the privacy of your room for the rest of night. You had a better mirror in there anyway: a full body one that would solve this tip toe problem. Maybe you could even put on a bit of a fashion show for yourself, trying on all of your favorite bras and deciding which one made for the best set.

You took a deep breath, trying to mask your excitement. It was going to be a perfect night. All you had to do was make it through dinner first.

You walked nervously down the stairs into the dining room where you found Wanda dishing out pasta onto each of your plates. She offered you a gentle smile upon arrival. “Oh good, you made it. I was worried for a second there you’d make me eat alone. Just pasta tonight, nothing fancy. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, uh, it’s no problem at all,’” you assured. “Anything you make will surely be delicious.” You tried to offer her the same smile she’d offered you, but it came out awkward and uneven. It was clear you were nervous. You cursed yourself for your inability to hide your feelings from her.

She tilted her head in slight confusion. “Are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed.”

“I… uh… yeah I’m fine. I must’ve just taken a really hot shower,” you attempted to explain. She clearly wasn’t buying it. You shrank back in your chair a little bit. While it was sexy, the thin cut of the underwear wasn’t exactly comfortable. You shifted around as the fabric crept up into uncomfortable places.

“Are you sure?” she asked, unconvinced. “Let me feel your head.” She leaned over the table, giving you a clear view down the front of her shirt. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath her blouse. You inhaled shakily, shifting even more obviously as you felt yourself grow wet at the sight of her.

She touched your head with the back of her hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion as your uncomfortable wiggling became more pronounced. “Darling, you seem terribly restless. What’s going on?” She was starting to catch on, at least, to the fact you were keeping something from her. Though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was, she was certain she could get it out of you. You were never very good at keeping secrets, especially not from her.

You scooted your chair backwards, determined to escape this situation as quickly as possible. “I… uh… Actually I am feeling a bit poorly. I better go up to my room.” You made a move to try and get up, but she grabbed your wrist before you could escape.

You turned to let her and you were met with a glare that nearly made you crumble. She looked at you like she was looking into your soul, like she was some sort of omnipotent goddess that already knew every secret you’d ever tried to keep. “Honey,” she said, voice even and emotionless, “I think we need to have a talk.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you collapsed back down into your seat. “I’m sorry, mommy,” you whispered tearfully. How could she possibly know? Did she see something by accident?

She smiled knowingly. She had you now. That poor little head of yours couldn’t come up with a lie right now no matter how hard you tried. She circled the table and squatted down next to your chair, squeezing your hand and soothingly rubbing your temple with her thumb. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s not mad. I just need you to tell me what happened, okay? It’s okay, you can tell mommy.”

You swallowed. So she didn’t know. If you played your cards right, you could still make it out of this. Subconsciously, you crossed your legs, squeezing them tightly together to hide yourself from her. It was a painfully obvious move, but her soft voice and her hand on your head were making it so very hard to think clearly.

Wanda smirked and ran her hand up the side of your hip. Whatever you were hiding was somewhere in here.

Her hand slid over the fabric of your baggy pajama pants. Oddly enough, she couldn’t feel any underwear underneath the pants. Your secret wasn’t just that you weren’t wearing underwear, was it? No. As her hand got further up your waist, she felt them. It was different from anything she’d ever known you to wear. The fabric didn’t make its way around your waist until it was up over your hip bones.

“Honey,” she said calmly. “What are you wearing under your pajamas?”

Your mouth went dry and you froze, unsure how to answer her question. You decided it was best to play dumb. “W-what do you mean? Underwear.”

“Oh come on now darling,” she said, voice soft but slightly perturbed. “You know what I’m talking about. What underwear are you wearing right now?”

Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze at all cost. She wasn’t going to check if you lied, was she? “Just my… white cotton ones.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, unconvinced. “Do you mind if I lift up your shirt so I can make sure?”

Your hands flew to your waist, pinning your shirt to your body. “I… uh… I don’t feel comfortable showing you my underwear.”

She pursed her lips, annoyed with your evasiveness. She had started to believe that her soft mommy act wasn’t going to cut it, if she really wanted you to confess. “Darling, I’ve seen you in your panties countless times before. Hell, I probably bought you those underwear. Why are you getting so bashful all the sudden?”

You curled up tighter. You knew she was on to you by this point, but the humiliation of revealing yourself was too much. “I just… I don’t wanna show you, okay?” Your bottom lip quivered, tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

Wanda stood up, pushing your chair back until it hit the wall. You gasped, looking up at her, frightened as she loomed over you menacingly. “Alright, darling. If you can’t be a good girl and tell mommy what’s going on, I’m going to have to pull you over my lap, push your pants down to your ankles, and spank you in whatever panties you’re wearing, okay? So I’ll ask you one more time. What. Underwear. Are. You. Wearing. Right. Now?”

Your eyes went wide. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your entire body started to shake as you stared up at her, frozen. Her gaze was harsh now, face unmoving as she waited on an answer.

Finally the dam broke. A cry ripped from your throat and tears poured down your face. You crumbled to pieces underneath her. “I’m not wearing my underwear, I’m wearing yours! I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have done it. And I know I shouldn’t have lied! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You sobbed.

She shrunk back down, squatting again on the floor in front of you. She could hardly hide the pleasure she got from watching you shake and sob underneath her. She took your hand in hers, wiping away your tears. “See, baby? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You melted into her hand. You were truly hers now. No more lying, no more games. No more thoughts in your precious little head aside from “do exactly what mommy tells you to do”. Any resistance you had had melted away.

“Can you tell mommy why you were wearing her panties, sweetheart?” She asked softly.

“I wanted to be pretty,” you cried weakly. “Like you.”

Wanda tilted her head. You had plenty of underwear of your own. She even let you get the fancy stuff sometimes. Certainly your own underwear collection was more expansive than hers. “Were your own pretty panties not working for you? You just had to steal some of mommy’s?”

You nodded. Your head was so jumbled it felt like the confessions were spilling out of you. “I see you through the door sometimes, when you’re getting dressed. You just look so… perfect with your matching bras and panties,” you confessed.

“You see me through the door?” She asked, noting how you had said ‘see’ rather than ‘watch’. “Do you spy on mommy while she’s naked? Do you watch me when I change my clothes?”

Your head lulled to the side. “No! …yes… sometimes.” You confessed, getting quieter with each statement.

She raised her eyebrows, surprised and amused by your unswerving honesty. She’d known, of course, about your little habits. You weren’t as sneaky as you thought. However, having you blubbering under her, confessing every little thing you’d ever done, brought her immense satisfaction.

She ran her hand up your upper thigh again, lightly tracing shapes with her fingers. “How long have you been spying on mommy, huh?”

You sighed, feeling the wet spot on the underwear grow. Her touch was so memorizing you nearly forgot to answer the question. She pulled her hand away, grabbing your face and raising her eyebrows expectantly. You snapped out of your haze. “I don’t know! I don’t know how it started! Please! I promise I’m not a naughty girl!”

Her hand moved up to your hair, gently wiping it from her face. Her rapid switching from gentle to harsh was making your head spin. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s not mad. You’re doing a very good job being honest with me.” She leaned forward, so close you could feel her breath against your ear. “How does it make you feel, watching me in my room like that? Watching me change my clothes and seeing my pretty lingerie?”

“G-good,” you answered hazily. “I just… I like to see, sometimes.”

She was slowly climbing up your body, almost in your lap now. “You just like to see sometimes, hmm?” She repeated. “Is that all?”

“Sometimes I-I like to… um… to-touch my… in the hallway while I watch,” you confessed, too scared and hazy to lie to her anymore.

A faint smile grew on her lips. She could hardly believe how vulnerable she’d made you. She’d never quite seen you like this before. “That’s quite naughty of you, darling. You can’t just touch yourself in the hallway like that. Someone could catch you, you know.”

“Dad almost… one time he saw… but he didn’t know what I was doing and I pretended I was waiting on you.”

She sat on your knees, rubbing soothing circles on your collarbones and shoulders. “Dad almost caught you, huh? And what were you doing, exactly?”

“Just… rubbing… on the outside. I didn’t have my h-hands in my pants or anything,” you stammered.

She leaned forward again, moving her hands down to your hips. “That was a very very naughty thing to do, little girl. I better not catch you rubbing yourself in the hallway again.”

You shook your head. “It will never happen again! I promise!”

She grabbed your face again, significantly softer now that she’d already broken you. She simply lifted your chin to look her in the eyes. “No more lying, darling. I want to know the truth. Are you going to stop spying on me?”

You nodded frantically, determined to never find yourself in this situation again. “Never! I swear!”

“Good girl,” she cooed. She gently rubbed your cheek with her thumb. “And no more stealing my underwear, agreed?”

You nodded again, driven to yet another confession you hadn’t planned on making. “No more! And no more stealing the dirty ones either. I won’t even snoop again! I promise!”

“Oh?” Wanda purred, “So you’ve been stealing my dirty panties too? Not just the clean ones?” Once again, she had been noticing her panties in your laundry instead of hers for months now. She was under no illusion that they were ending up there accidentally.

“This… this was the first time I stole any clean ones! I’ve never worn them before either!” You defended.

She hummed softly, pretending to ponder your confession. “Hmm. And what, exactly, do you do with my dirty panties?”

“I just… smell,” you confessed. “Some I use them to… t-touch myself with.”

“You use them when you touch yourself?” She asked, her voice still gentle and sweet. She ran her hands through your hair with an air of possession.

You nodded. “One time I had… I had a taste. But just one time!”

She chuckled smugly. “Oh?” She smirked down at you. “You took a taste, huh? Just once?”

You nodded. You were so terribly embarrassed. You wanted to throw yourself into her and beg her for forgiveness, but you doubted it would help.

“And how did I taste, darling?” She asked.

You moaned a little at the memory, hips bucking up as you felt yourself grow even wetter. “Really g-good. I’d never… finished that much before.”

“Aww,” she chuckled again. “Did you cum really hard when you tasted mommy?”

You nodded. Her hands traced light patterns on your hips, making their way to your stomach. “Just from a little taste?” She asked again, egging you on for more details.

“I… it kinda sprayed everywhere,” you explained. “I’ve never done that before.”

You were so wet now, you’d soaked through both the thin fabric of the underwear and your pants, leaving a wet spot on your chair. Wanda looked down at the spot and smirked smugly.

“It looks like maybe you enjoyed it, huh?” She lightly traced the waistband of your pants, getting close but not quite touching the wet parts of the fabric.

You whimpered and bucked your hips up, trying to get her hand closer to where you needed it. “Y-yeah. I didn’t know it could… happen like that.”

Wanda hummed, pondering your words. “Yeah, sweetheart. It happens like that sometimes when you feel really really good.”

You nodded, still sniffling. The whole ordeal had you beyond embarrassed, yet you noticed that your arousal persisted through the embarrassment. Perhaps it was even worsened by it.

“Can-can I go to my room?” You stuttered. You had to get out of here, to somewhere more private before your humiliation and arousal bubbled over.

“Aww, sweetheart,” she cooed with fake sympathy. “Did you really think after all of this I would just let you go to your room?”

Your eyes went wide with terror. There was only so much more of this you could withstand before disaster struck. “B-but you said you weren’t mad!”

“I’m not mad, honey,” she reassured. “But what you’ve done was very very naughty, isn’t it?”

You nodded, another wave of tears threatening to fall.

“And when little girls do naughty things they have to be punished, don’t they?” She said, affectionately combing through your hair.

You nodded again, whimpering under her gentle touch. “But you’ll go easy on me, right? Because I was a good girl and I was honest and I told you everything?”

She chuckled. Your description wasn’t exactly accurate, but she couldn’t help but take at least a little pity on you. You had confessed in the end, even if it took a little pushing. “Of course, baby,” she soothed. “Now go upstairs and wait for mommy. I want you over the end of the bed in nothing but mommy’s panties, okay?”

You nodded frantically, running up the stairs and assuming the position as soon as she got off your lap.

She chuckled, amused by your eager obedience, and boxed up the pasta she’d made so she could easily heat it back up after this was over.

It only took her about five minutes to make her way up to the bedroom, but to you, bent naked over the edge of the bed, it felt like hours.

You had to fight to keep your head down on the mattress when you heard her open the bedroom door. You whined as you watched her pull the wooden hairbrush from her nightstand. “No mommy! Please not the hairbrush! Please I was so honest and-and I answered all of your questions-“

She cut you off by rubbing gentle circles on the swell of your ass. “Shshsh,” she soothed. “Mommy’s only doing this because she loves you, okay? I have to remind my sweet girl what happens when she’s naughty so she’ll remember to be a good girl, right?”

You whimpered and squirmed under her, trying to be patient and still but also desperate to get away from the hairbrush. The thin fabric of the underwear offered you little to no protection.

“I want you to count for me, okay?” She instructed. “If you can keep count like a good girl, we’ll only do 15, but if I have to count for you, I’m gonna have to do 25, okay?”

You nodded, determined to be good and keep count. However, you weren’t traditionally known for keeping a clear head during your punishment. “Can-can I hold onto a pillow, please?”

You couldn’t see your face, but the tears in your voice made it hard for her to deny you anything. “Of course, baby,” she said, pulling a pillow from the headboard and tucking it into your arms. She kissed the side of your teary face. “Mommy loves you very much, princess. It’ll be over soon.”

She tapped your ass twice with the hairbrush before placing the first smack firmly on your left cheek. You cried out, wailing more with overwhelming embarrassment than pain.

“One!”

She hit you again with perfect precision in almost the exact same spot.

“T-two”

She switched sides, smacking you again on the other cheek.

“Three!”

You made it to seven before you inevitably lost count. She waited for a moment after the strike before she decided your wailing was not going to give way to a number, and she officially started counting herself.

By ten, you had resorted to begging. You knew better than to flail and kick your legs, she’d have you pinned over her lap with a far worse punishment in store, but you were allowed to cry and plead all you wanted. “Please mommy! Please, I'll be good. I learned my lesson mommy please no more!”

You sounded so pathetic she was tempted to have mercy on you. You weren’t even halfway through your punishment now that she’d pushed it to 25. But she would stick to her word. That was, after all, what was most important when it came to discipline.

It wasn’t even so much the pain, you were trying to escape, but something far more alarming that boiled in your lower belly. Having her, a commanding force over you was awakening something in you. The humiliation of a confession, matched with wearing her underwear and being spanked like a child over her bed had a coil building in your lower stomach.

By 15 spanks, you realized it was inevitable. You were pleading with her more quietly now. Your hips bucked against the bed in what she thought was an attempt to get away, but by the 20th spank the coil snapped. In a humiliating display of desperation, you came, all over the sheets.

She stopped spanking you, taking a second to realize what just happened. “Did you just…?”

You wailed into the pillow, burying your face into it until it nearly suffocated you. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry mommy I didn’t mean to! I’ll clean it up! I promise! Please no more spankings mommy! Please, I'll be a good girl!”

Wanda laughed sadistically. “Good girls don’t have little accidents when their mommies spank them, do they?”

Your voice trembled. You could hardly breathe. “N-no.”

Wanda tapped your sore ass twice with the hairbrush. It hurt worse than when she’d done it earlier. “Get up, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly, you got up, standing naked at the foot of the bed next to a clothed and composed Wanda. Every bone in your body wanted to run out of the room, but her intimidating demeanor had you locked in place.

She grabbed the back of your hair roughly, causing you to gasp. “Do you like it when mommy spanks your little ass?” She asked.

“N-no,” you whimpered.

“Really?” She asked before roughly pushing your face down until it was hanging just above the mess you’d left on the bed. “It sure looks like you did. Tell mommy the truth. Do you like it when I spank you?”

You whined, tears falling from your face and mixing with your cum. “Yes! Yes I like it when you spank me! Please mommy!”

“Lick it up,” she commanded.

“W-what?” You stuttered. She couldn’t seriously be asking for what you thought she was asking.

“You heard me. Lick. It. Up.” She repeated. “If you wanna make a little mess on my sheets, you're gonna clean it up yourself.”

You stuck out your tongue, licking the cum from the mattress. It was disgustingly salty, mixed with the tears that were continually streaming into it. You sobbed in embarrassment. You were certain you’d never been more humiliated in your life. Yet, you still felt your arousal growing.

“Oh?” She said, presumably noticing the arousal still building between your legs. “Is my little girl enjoying this too? Do you like it when mommy gets rough with you?”

Deciding this couldn’t get any worse, you just nodded.

Her grip on your hair loosened, switching instead to a soft stroking. “That’s a good girl,” she praised.

She gently pulled you back up from the mattress when she deemed it sufficiently clean. She pulled you to face her. “Let mommy have a taste.”

You hesitantly parted your lips, slowly meshing them with hers. She hummed contentedly, running her tongue along your own.

You grabbed her by the back of the neck, losing yourself in her. You stopped caring that you were naked and sobbing and pathetic.

Her hand fell from your hair to your chest. She pushed you backwards so hard you crashed on to your back on the mattress.

She crawled on top of you, kissing you again. You could feel her hands reach down to unbutton her jeans. You moaned into her mouth as her smooth bare legs met yours.

She straddled your waist, breaking the kiss to crawl further up your body.

“If just a taste from my panties made you squirt before,” she started, “I wondered what I can make you do with the real thing.”

[thefirstforgottenpages]

Just Another Win

I’d like to call it my victory lap

Authors note: Y’all really ate the first one tf up soooo… (me acting like I didn’t read every Rhea ripley x reader on tumblr)

Also Rhea with long hair makes me wanna crawl to Australia 

Warnings: smut, hurt comfort, fluff, wrestler!reader, (twisted/noncannon storyline) Nia Jax, Rhea being stubborn, mommy/mami kink, oral, strap on (reader receiving), praise, choking, manhandling… that’s about it (not proofread, I’ll go back and fix it later lmao)

You were livid, you were positively fuming. You watched in gut twisting fear as Nia Jax went off script again and started to beat the ever loving shit out of your girlfriend Rhea. You knew that Rhea was in actual pain when her signature smirk wiped off her face as she got slammed onto her back again and again. You glance around, frantically making eye contact with a few of your friends that were sitting in front row with you. The mirrored horror and confusion that was on their face’s confirmed to you your very worst nightmare. None of this was planned. 

Nia just wanted to win. And she was going to do anything she could to secure that. What made it worse was when the mic and camera would pick up Rhea’s tortured facial expressions and pained groans. You were sick to your stomach as Jax slammed her onto the monitor covered desk, the ragged gasp that Rhea let out caused you to swiftly turn your head away from the match, scrunching your nose in apprehension. 

Nia’s plan failed in the end. You cheered every time Rhea kicked out of a pin, and when she won, you didn’t care that you broke character, When camera’s weren’t focusing on you, you blew Rhea a kiss, your smile growing wider as her eyes softened while she nodded back at you.

You showed more of your concern later when you both were back at the hotel. “I won didn’t I?” Rhea responds when you ask her if she’s okay. You smile before arching your brow quizzically. “If you say so hon…” you trail off kissing her cheek before wrapping your arms around her. “You worry too much.” Rhea says softer before pulling you in closer to her body. You can tell she’s flattered by the sentiment although when she kisses you quickly on the lips pulling you backwards onto the bed. “I worry too little baby,” you crow, climbing on top of her with ease. Rhea chuckles letting you straddle her, strong hands coming up to grip your waist. As she winces softly, ribs no doubt sore, you frown. “My point exactly.” You say more seriously leaning down to kiss at any skin you can reach.

You know you’ve done your job when you pull away slowly to find Rhea blushing heavily the back of her hand attempting to cover her mouth. You giggle at this scooting closer to her as Rhea’s arm snakes around your torso pulling you snug to her chest. “I love you.” She purrs smoothly, and no matter how many times you hear it, the words still make you beam, blushing as you mumble back “I love you more.” 

“You’re always so good to me.” Rhea whispers and the tone in her voice has you shivering, but nonetheless nuzzling into her to place several lewd and biting kisses to her neck. Rhea bites her lip, a whine falling past them anyways. “Are you up to this?” You say trailing your hands up— and much to Rhea’s delight, they dip under her shirt coming to massage delicate  circles to the sensitive skin of her boobs. “Fuck yes I do darling.” Rhea stutters as you lean your head on her chest, looking up at her knowingly, batting your eyelashes in a way you know she loves. 

She licks her lips as you scoot your body lower rolling up her band t-shirt as you do. “You don’t think I would want to celebrate with my girl?” She smiles, a hypnotic look of lust evident in her eyes as you kiss down her tattooed stomach. You shrug, hiding behind your hair while you pull her shorts and panties down smoothly. “Ah ah none of that my love.” Rhea looks down at you through hooded eyes. You moan softly as her hand wraps in your hair, pulling it away from your face. “Mommy wants to see you tonight sweetheart.” You laugh at her stupefied expression as you begin to suck at her clit. 

“Fuck you taste so good.” Your words are muffled and when Rhea’s thighs shake at your words, you whimper into her pussy. “Y-yeah—Jesus-you’re too-shit-too fuckin’ good to me.” Rhea repeats, her hand grips tighter in your hair and you know you’re eating her out the way she always craves. “Like this mommy?” You hum out before slowly licking down to her gushing heat. The way Rhea’s hips buck into your mouth is answer enough, but the unrestrained moan that she lets out has your own cunt throbbing with need.

Rhea’s eyes roll back when your middle and index finger slip inside her. You giggle quietly loving the reactions you can coax out of the usually stoic woman as you continue to pleasure her to the best of your abilities. And your abilities were good you thought, as Rhea let out a pleasured cry that distinctly had a mix of your name in it. “Fucking hell.” Her words are slurred as she pushes your head closer to her cunt not that you minded. 

You gasp as Rhea begins to grind against your face. A mix of curse words and praises fall from her lips as her hand comes down to grip at the sheets. You can tell she’s going to cum when her thighs start to close around your head. And when Rhea feels you moan her name softly into her she does. You can’t help but to stare, absolutely enraptured with your girlfriend’s pleasured expression.

You crawl back up to her slowly lips quirking up as Rhea swears at your debauched appearance. You were panting softly, pupils blown and darkened, a heavy pink hue painting your cheeks. Rhea groaned as she pulled you in to place a sultry kiss on your swollen lips. You lay partially atop her as she reaches to her bag on the nearby bedside table. Your smile grows absolutely unrestrained as Rhea smirks at you pulling out her purple and black strap. 

You strip as she puts it on, throwing your shirt into the room. Rhea’s longer hair falls into your face as she climbs on top of you. “Have I ever told you how much I like you with long hair?” You mumble as she kisses you once more. “Considering you tell me everyday I would think so love.” Rhea laughs, voice low and raspy.  You cling to Rhea as she rubs the tip of the dildo on your clit loving when you gasp out. “You’re so fucking sexy.” You hiccup as she finally thrusts into you. 

Rhea’s hand finds its place at your throat before she responds “That’s all you sweetheart.” You blush mouth forming an ‘o’ as Rhea quickens the pace of her hips. “Taking this so well darling.” Rhea coos to you whining when the sound of your wet heat reach her ears. Your back arches off the bed as you wrap your arms around her neck. Your voice is pitchy as you mewl out her name, Rhea muffles your cries as she drags her lips across yours yet again. 

“Such a good girl.” Rhea murmurs to you as her head dips to suck at your collarbone. Your moans warble unintelligibly as you clench around the girth of the dildo. “Rhea-I-oh my god!” You can’t even speak a full sentence with how good she’s rutting into you. Rhea knows this responding with a knowing chuckle. “Does that feel good baby?” She purrs to you lowly, hand gripping just a little bit tighter on your neck. 

You nod simply, already fucked completely dumb by her precise thrusts. Another keen slips from your lips as Rhea lifts up your legs, the position making her immediately find the part inside of you that had you writhing beneath her. “Oh there we fucking go.” Rhea sighs as your eyes roll back again. “Right there? Yeah?” She chides. She knows fully well that you couldn’t answer even if you wanted. But as you nod your head vigorously Rhea’s smirk deepens. “Right fucking there.” The gravelly timbre in her voice has you clawing at her back as she continues to pound into you.

“Fuck me…” you trail off in your wreaked state unable to get out more than a few words. “M-mommy please I- Rhea!” The tightened coil of pleasure winds deep in your belly, close to snapping. You’re so very, very close. 

“Don’t stop—don’t stop I’m-��m gonna cum!” Rhea groans at your state grabbing gently at your face. “I don’t plan on stopping love.” She grins as you shudder. “Go ahead and make a mess sweetheart, mommy’s got you.”  Rhea squeezes again at your throat, and at her lewd words you moan out her name, coming with a hoarse cry. Rhea continues to piston her hips until you’re fucked throughly through your orgasm. As she stills, you pull her body against  yours. 

“All good?” Rhea asks smoothly, her breath hitches however when you press several love bites onto her bare chest. You nod tiredly but nonetheless brighten as Rhea draws nameless shapes into your skin gazing at you lovingly. “My pretty girl.” She whispers wrapped up in the feeling of just being with you. “My stubborn woman.” You coo back just as lovingly but you both laugh knowing how close to the truth it was.

[mommywandas]

Go to Sleep — W.M

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Pairing: Mommy!Wanda x Fem!Reader

Warnings: bad relationship with mother, mommy!wanda, implied drugging, lactation kink, pet names.

A/N: My first Wanda fic, pls be nice :,)

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To say your relationship with your mother was rocky would have been an understatement. Most nights were full of screaming matches, mainly on her behalf but occasionally you lost your cool, unable to hold back.

"Just get out of my sight!" Your mother yelled, pointing to the front door of your shared home. You were old enough to get your own place, but you had been struggling to hold down jobs that earned proper money, consequently forcing you to stay living with your mom. Oh how you wished things were different.

"I'll sleep somewhere else tonight but I'm coming back tomorrow to take my things. I'm done here." Sadness and anger seeped through your words. This had happened enough times now, you having to sleep at a friend's house. But this was your last straw. You couldn't spend another night under this roof.

"Fine." Your mother looked away, seemingly unable to bear the sight of you. Taking a deep breath, you ran upstairs, grabbing the essentials, toiletries, a change of clothes and phone charger. Without saying another word to the other woman, you left the house, backpack slung over your shoulder. It was a cold night, causing you to shiver, wishing you'd brought a coat, but you weren't going back now. Your shaky hands reached for your phone, unlocking it and pulling up your friend's contact. At the same time, you saw it was almost one in the morning. Did you really want to disturb him? And besides, none of your friends were particularly close to you, not by your choice. It was like every friend you made, they just didn't like you enough. And you didn't know why.

As you scrolled through your contacts, desperately trying to find someone who would probably be awake, you caught sight of the woman who was very close with your mom.

Wanda Maximoff.

She had told you to call night or day, knowing the issues at home. And now seemed like the perfect time to utilize that offer. So you hesitantly pressed the call button. She picked up on the forth ring.

"(Y/N)?" A sleepy voice sounded through the phone, and you could picture her rubbing her eyes from tiredness.

"Hi.. uh.." Unexpectedly, tears started to form in your eyes, voice wavering. You heard a ruffle of sheets, she had sat up, her voice now turning into concern.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, then remembered she couldn't see you, so you mumbled, "Yeah.. uhm.. I just don't know where to go."

"Where are you? I'll come and pick you up." You could hear another ruffle, presumably Wanda getting ready to leave, but you quickly stopped her.

"No, no, I can walk to yours, I'm not far." You were already waking her up, intruding on her night, the least you could do was walk a couple of blocks. After her initial protests, she finally gave in. So you slipped your phone into the bag and started the journey. Walking alone at night always scared you, but it didn't take long before you were knocking on a door. The door swung open immediately, and you were met with a very worried Wanda.

"(Y/N), I've been so worried since you called." She wrapped her arms around you, and you could smell her floral scent. You'd always loved her. In fact, you'd spent most of your teenage years crushing on her secretly. Like any teenager, to be honest. You hugged her back, sniffling quietly.

"I—I'm sorry, I just didn't know where else to go, and everyone's asleep and you said to call whenever I wanted, and my mom hates me and—"

You were cut off by Wands pressing a finger to your lips. "Sweetheart, don't worry. Come in, you must be freezing." Her soft tone melted you to the core, and you couldn't help but follow her inside, shivering at the warmth. You weren't quite aware of what she was doing, because you were lost in your self destructive thoughts, but a few minutes later she was standing in front of you with a hot mug of cocoa. More tears prickled in your eyes, because not even your mother had shown you this type of kindness. You held the mug in your hands, warming up. Her thumb reached out and wiped your stray tears.

"It must have been a big fight, huh?"

You nodded, looking down at the smooth chocolate. "Yeah.. she told me to 'get out of her sight'. But I don't know—" You trailed off, a strain in your voice. "I don't know where I'm going to go. I have nowhere. None of my friends like me enough to let me sleep on their couch until I get my bearings."

She sighed softly, her empathy radiating off her. "You can stay with me, honey, as long as you like." Her voice was gentle, exactly what you needed, a stark contrast to the voice that had just been shouting at you.

"You mean that?" Your eyes lit up, feeling warm inside.

She chuckled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. "Of course, sweetheart. I have a spare room already set up."

The relief spread through your body— you had a place to stay! Someone who actually wanted you!

"Thank you so much, thank you." Your thanks came gushing out, before she guided your hand on the mug up to your lips.

"Drink, darling."

You sipped, and the chocolate was sweet, slightly too sweet? You didn't give that any mind though, just drinking the warm liquid. "Mhm, this is good."

"Anything for you, sweet girl."

You suddenly felt very sleepy, eyes beginning to close. You hadn't been this tired before, right? "Sleepy.." You mumbled, body feeling heavy.

"That's okay, baby, let's get you to bed."

She took the mostly finished mug out of your hands, washing it up in an instant before slipping an arm around your waist and guiding you up the stairs. If you had been more aware, you would have noticed more of your surroundings. The pretty decor, the cosy feel of the house, but you weren't in any state to admire any of that.

"Poor thing.." She murmured, and led you into a bedroom. You collapsed on the bed, yawning softly as you curled up. You could smell the sheets, just the same as Wanda's scent. You smiled to yourself before realising you must be in her bed. You woke up a little more.

"I thought I was going in your spare room?"

She smiled knowingly, laying down beside you, pyjamas already on from before. "It's okay, baby, mommy wants you here." She whispered, pulling the sheets over your clothed body. "Don't worry about anything."

You tried to think straight, to wonder why she had called herself 'mommy', though you found that you didn't care at all. Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden, and you licked your lips, seeking out something you didn't know you wanted.

"Do you want to nurse on me, baby?" Wanda's voice was floating around you, through the clouds of sleepiness. You didn't want to ask what that meant because before you knew it, she was guiding your head towards her chest, where she had pulled down her night shirt to reveal her breast.

"Suckle, sweetheart, I know you want it."

You nodded mindlessly, your lips latching onto her nipple, sucking gently and humming when you felt the sweet taste of milk. Could life get any more perfect than this, you wondered.

"That's it honey, go to sleep. Mommy will be right with you."

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[xxliliana-screamsxx]

SALLY FACE HEAD CANONS 💙

(I'm bored so why not)

Disclaimer: this contains mild nsfw so if you aren't into that kind of stuff, I have some general HCs too so need to feel left out ☺️ (characters are Sal and Larry 😊)

Sal Fisher 💙

He would most definitely plan treehouse dates

(TW) If you have SH scars, he will draw little stars, cats, hearts etc. Over them💞

He tries to be the giver in the relationship, but he always ends up being the one who has his head buried in your chest

Kiss him all over his prosthetic, he loves it ❤️

If you ask if you can play with his hair, he will 100% let you

Loves it when you scratch his scalp (he has a sensitive scalp so plz run your fingers through his hair)

Back to his sensitive scalp, he wants to tell you how good it feels but he can't describe it without it sounding pervy so he just keeps quiet

Would definitely rest his head on your thighs

You have boobs? Well they're his pillows now

He is great at comforting you 💖

If you're having a panic attack or you're just worried about something, he will be there to help you through it all 😚

His scent is like lavender mixed with a dash of an old book kinda smell and cigarette smoke. Ya know? Since he's around Larry a lot he'd probably have a slight cigarette smell to him.

Larry Johnson 🤎

He's a tits guy...prove me wrong

He's definitely a giver

Smoke sesh dates 😩👌 perfection

This man doesn't give a fuck who's watching, he will gladly make out with you in front of whoever

Just like Sal, he uses your boobs as a pillow

Not so great at comforting people as much as Sal but he tries okay 😭

You know how some plugs 🔌 will gives a few girls the "pretty discount"? Larry will give you that good kush for free and not just bc you're his gf but bc boobies 🧍(can't blame him, boobs are great just not when you have to deal with them 🥲)

KISS. HIS. CHEST. 👏👏

Bro LOVES when you kiss his chest, goes absolutely feral for chest kisses bro 🫠

Loves it when you braid his hair

Will definitely show the gang after you braid his hair

His scent is like fabric softener mixed with cigarette smoke, with a hint of marijuana

NSFW HCs❤️

Sal fisher 💙

He's a switch ❤️

He's a slut for chubby girls (same)

He likes giving and making you feel good but he LOVES it when you make him feel like he's on cloud 9 😌👌

When you guys both started being intimate with each other, he was a nervous boi. Ofc you guys both started out being Virgins and it was quite obvious that neither of you had any idea how to start

Sal was very nervous his first time, so he asked for you to be on top

The boy is touch starved, so when you gave him the littlest bit of skin to skin contact, oh girl he MELTED 🫠

Ever since you guys tested the waters with what you like during sex, he has come to like being the bottom a lot but he still loves making you feel good so he'll do top service 👌

He's a whiny boy, he most definitely whimpers... don't argue with me cuz me and you both know that he would 👁️👁️

Now a question that has probably been floating in all of our minds...does the prosthetic stay on during sex??? The answer is... occasionally.

Though he will take it off sometimes but he mainly takes it off when he's doing top service cuz it's gonna be hella hard to breathe with that on.

Please PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN PRAISE HIM 😩🙏

he most DEFINITELY has a praise kink, tell him how good he is, tell him that he's being such a good boy please 😩

Now for other kinks, he doesn't seem pretty vanilla but he also doesn't seem pretty kinky either. So I think he's kinky to an extent, like he'll be kinky with you only if you're comfortable with it

I feel like his kinks are edging, bondage, mommy kink. I feel like he likes receiving edging and bondage to an extent, and the mommy kink was something that he found out he had when you guys were at it

Like imagine you riding him and you keep on edging him and all of a sudden he moans out "mommy~" and it shocked both of you 💀 you guys both stop dead in your tracks and he starts apologizing for calling you mommy and ofc you kinda liked it 👀

So from then on he has gotten a mommy kink from that experience 🫠

Larry Johnson 🤎

Like I said with him being a tits guy, he ADORES your boobs.

When I say he adores them, I mean by full on worship, it doesn't matter if they're small or big as long as they are there, he'll worship them 🙏

He definitely loves chubby girls, don't argue with me about it🧍

About the body worship thing, he will spend hours on end buried in your chest

He'll run his hands over your curves and feel every curve,dip,scars, and any marks you have 🫠(I'm melting over my own HCs damn 💀)

He is a top but a service top 🔝

He's chill with whatever you wanna try in the bedroom as long as you're okay with it

I have a feeling that he would be a bottom for you if that's something you wanna try out

Not full on bottom but the type of bottom that praises you and worships you while you use them

He's good with his fingers fsfs 😩

If you have SH scars, he will kiss your scars and make you feel like the only girl in the world ❤️

I have a feeling that when he climaxes he slurs out something that just makes the butterflies in your stomach do flips like, "God you're so beautiful" "I love you" "I wanna stay like this forever"

High sex...🧍 don't lie you thought about it too

I think that in the relationship he would care a lot about you more than himself and he'd personally come to your apartment and check up on you

His kinks would be bondage, voyeur, edging

His moans are angelic 🫠😩

Okay that's all I got for now baby bats, hope you liked it and I shall disappear for the next week aka going to school and failing all classes in the process lmao. Love you all 💜

[urfavhecate]

My body’s changed | Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Wanda avoids your touch after pregnancy, but you want to show her that she’s still beautiful.

Warnings: comfort, SMUT (MINORS & MEN DNI), one shot, mommy kink, fluff, fingering, making out, eating out, short one, Wanda receiving

Note: hey. This is the first smut I’m posting. English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope it won’t end up that cringy.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

After many years of relentless suffering, you and Wanda finally found peace in a small town called Westwiev. Far from the Avengers, far from danger. Everything was going your way, the house, the two wonderful boys that Wanda always dreamed of. But motherhood was more tiring than it might seem. You and Wanda haven't had any intimacy since the kids were born. When you tried to initiate a little intimacy, Wanda always said she was tired and powerless. But it got worse and worse when a woman pulled away when you tried to hug her or locked the door when she was changing in the bathroom.

That day, tired Wanda leaned against the dresser as you approached from behind and wrapped your arms around her waist, hugging her. Much to your annoyance, Wanda moved away from you and your touch.

“Wanda, honey, what’s wrong with you?” You asked worried “From the moment the children were born you have avoided my touch”

“I don’t” She rolled her eyes and started folding her clothes and hiding them in a drawer.

“Wanda, please” you walked up to her and you grabbed her hands in yours “tell me what’s going on” you worried about her, you loved her with all your heart, you knew she loved touch so when she started refusing you felt that something was wrong.

A single tear flowed down Wanda’s cheek “Y/n my body’s changed a lot” She didn’t want to look in your eyes “I don’t want you to feel disgusted” her voice was shaking and more tears showed on her rosy cheeks.

You looked at her in complete shock. You couldn't believe she'd ever come up with such an idiotic idea. You loved her, you loved her body before and after pregnancy. She was perfect in every way. You stroked her cheeks, wiping the tears away. Seeing a woman and her body as the mother of your children made her even more beautiful. Her bigger thighs, slightly protruding belly. Everything was perfect.

“Wanda, my love, my beauty what are you even talking about. I would never feel disgusted because of you. You are perfect” Wanda finally looked into your eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks all the time. “I don’t care how you look like, I’ll always love your body”

"But-" before Wanda could say anything, you interrupted her by kissing her lips. You could still feel the tears running down her cheeks, but she still deepened the kiss. Your hands are wrapped around her waist nad hers softly touching your arms. “I missed this” she whispered.

“Me too” you said quietly. You've missed her all along, intimacy, comfort, just her.

You led her to bed and gently laid her down. You wanted to take advantage of the fact that the kids were asleep. You climbed on top of Wanda as you kept kissing her. When the silent moans left the woman's mouth, you started kissing her neck. When you bit gently her neck, she moaned louder and muttered a quiet “please”. You took off the sweater she was wearing and kissed her chest and her swollen breasts.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” you looked up at her, and your hands wandered down her waist.

You kissed her belly, and her fingers got tangled in your hair, and you kept going down and down until you finally got to her pants. You took them off slowly, and you knelt down kissing her thighs.

“Please Y/n, please I need you” Wanda moaned, she was craving for your touch.

You licked the line through its wet folds. It was soaked by your touch. The woman groaned and squeezed her thighs. You gently sucked her clitoris, and two fingers slipped through her wet pussy. The woman's moans echoed throughout the room, and your fingers went in and out of her. Wanda crawled underneath you until she was getting close to orgasm. She stuck her fingers in your hair, holding you where she needed you.

“Y/n- I’m- I’m so close” she moaned loudly “I need- to cum-“

You added a third finger when her orgasm went all over her body. She screamed with pleasure and her whole body was shaking. You licked her pussy the whole time you had an orgasm, and then you licked all the wetness. You climbed next to her, and Wanda cuddled up to you pretty fast.

“Thank you” she whispered softly.

“My beautiful and the most beautiful in the world” you whispered. She fell asleep quickly after that, happy to know you will always love her body.

[wandanatsgf]

Scream

Pairing: Serial Killer!Natasha x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: After the gruesome murder of your fellow classmates, Jean and Charles, everyone is on high alert. The police tell everyone to stay inside, but your friends decide a party is just what you all need. It's not like the killer will be there, right?

Warnings: This is very lightly based off of scream, but I obviously changed things and made it my own. This contains killing, kidnapping, knife kink, blood licking, mommy kink, restraints, slapping, degradation, praise, knife fucking (the handle), thigh riding, noncon, finger sucking, cum eating, dacryphilia, and fingering. I think that's everything, but I might have missed something. I wrote this in an hour so please ignore any mistakes. This is also my first time writing something dark, so I hope you enjoy :)

"Come on baby, are you sure you don't want to go to the party?" your girlfriend asks you as you sit on some benches outside. "It'll only be us, Wanda, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Carol, and Vision."

"Yes, Natasha I am. I don't want to get killed," you explain for the umpteenth time.

"Please baby. I'll be there to protect you." Your girlfriend flexes her muscles as she says this. You let out a little laugh, although your girlfriend's gun show has got you a little hot and bothered.

"Fine Natty. I'll go but you better protect me." Your finger digs into her chest slightly as you point a finger at her, trying to get your point across.

"Don't worry baby. I'll always protect you," she says. She leans in and kisses you on the lips and you reciprocate.

"I'll see you tonight then," Nat says.

"I guess you will," you say. You both walk off to class, walking together until you have to go opposite ways.

Once you get home you quickly get ready for the party. You throw on a short dress and some heels before walking out the door. The drive to Tony Stark's mansion, where the party is being held, is quick. You're there before you know it. You park your car next to your friend's cars and walk inside.

"Hey Y/n you made it!" your friend Bucky says.

"Yeah I did. Natasha actually convinced me to go. Speaking of her have you seen her?"

"I did earlier. She's around here somewhere, but I'm not sure where."

"Thanks Buck," you say. You make your way around the house in search of you red-headed lover.

You search everywhere for her when you finally see her coming out of the garage with a bottle of wine in her hands.

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," you say.

"Sorry baby. I just needed another drink," she says.

"What happened there?" you ask, pointing at the red stain on your girlfriend's shirt.

"Tony got a little too drunk and spilled some wine on me."

"Of course, he would do that," you say, laughing at his drunken antics.

"Come here princess." Natasha pulls you against her with one hand while the other holds her bottle. She presses a kiss to your lips and she tastes like the wine she has been drinking.

"Come here baby. I wanna dance with you," Natasha says. She pulls you against her body with one hand while the other holds on to her bottle. Your hips move together to the beat. You feel yourself get lost in the music until a scream breaks you out of your trance. You look around to see the source of the scream when a white-faced Carol emerges from the bathroom. Everyone gathers around to look, and the sight makes you sick. Wanda and Vision are laying in the tub, dead. They both have stab wounds right to the heart, they stood no chance.

"Oh my god," you let out. You can hear someone throwing up in the background and you're unsure if it's from the alcohol or the sight before you.

"We need to get out of here," you here Sam say. He tries the front door, but it won't budge. You all run to the back door and that too is stuck.

"Guys we're trapped," Tony says. You could've heard a pin drop.

You can hear Bucky start to freak out, and you don't blame him. You're starting to freak out too.

"What are we going to do Nat?" you ask your girlfriend.

"We just need to find a way out," she says. "We should split up and try all the exits. All the windows, doors, everything."

"Are you sure that's safe Natasha?" Carol asks.

"What choice do we have? It's that or wait for the killer to attack."

"She has a good point," you hear Steve say.

"We'll split up. Carol and Sam try the garage. Bucky, Tony, and I will try upstairs, and Natasha and Y/n can try down here," Steve says. Everyone agrees, although some reluctantly, to the plan.

As you and Natasha explore the ground floor, you hear a loud thud come from upstairs.

"What was that?" you ask.

"I'm sure it was nothing baby," Natasha says, trying to soothe you.

"I'm scared Nat. I don't wanna die."

"Hey you're not gonna die baby. Remember what I said? I'll be here to protect you, okay?"

"Okay Nat," you agree.

The two of you continue to hear more thuds coming from upstairs, making you jump more and more.

"I'm going to go see if everything's alright with them," Natasha says.

"But what about me?" you ask.

"Stay in here," Natasha says, leading you to the pantry.

"I'll be right back," she says. She closes the pantry door and leaves you in total silence. You hear someone let out a scream and then you hear someone fall down the stairs, you're praying it's not Natasha.

You can feel your breathing getting shallower as you start to freak out.

"Please let Natasha be alright," you think to yourself.

After what feels like forever Natasha reappears, covered in blood.

"Oh my god what happened?" you ask.

"He killed them all Y/n/n. He's crazy," she says.

"Who?"

"Steve. He killed Bucky and Tony. I don't know how Carol and Sam are." You can hear her breathing harshly.

"We need to get out of here now," you say. You walk up to the nearest window, praying it will open. You have no such luck.

"Damn it," you let out.

"Come on baby. We need to keep moving," your girlfriend says. "Let's go find the others," she says. The two of you cautiously move through the house, careful of every step you take.

The two of you eventually reach the garage door that leads from the house into the garage. Natasha puts herself in front of you as she opens the door. She lets out a gasp at the sight. Carol and Sam are laying there dead.

"Oh my god. This can't be happening," you cry out.

You can feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You run over to the garage door and pull at it, begging it to open. Natasha runs over and does the same, but nothing works.

"Come on baby we need to try something else," she says. The two of you leave the garage and you walk past the staircase. At the top of the staircase stands Steve, covered in blood with tears streaming down his face. The two of you make eye contact and you bolt off towards the living room.

"We need to find some weapons or something," Natasha says as she joins you. The two of you start to search as you hear Steve's thunderous steps make their way down.

"I've got one," you say, pulling a gun out of a couch cushion. You knew that Tony kept weapons hidden throughout the house in case of intruders because of how rich he is. You have no idea how to handle the gun, but right now you can't be more grateful to have found it.

You aim the gun at the doorway just as Steve walks through it.

"What are you doing Y/n?" Steve asks.

"Stopping you, you monster!"

"I'm not the monster here Y/n, she is," Steve says, gesturing at Natasha. You don't know what to do, so you back away from both of them.

"Baby, you can't believe I'm the killer. He's the killer," she says, pointing at Steve. He has blood smeared down the front of his shirt and pants. He's holding a knife that drips blood onto the once clean hardwood floors. The evidence is stacked against him.

"I'm sorry," you say as you point the gun. It goes off with a loud bang and Steve is thrown across the room. His white shirt is quickly painted crimson as he bleeds out. Now it's only you and Natasha left to find a way out of this building.

You collapse on the ground. You can feel tears falling down your face. Natasha walks behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. You think the gesture is loving, but you're so wrong.

"Guess what baby? You chose wrong," Natasha says. That's when you feel the knife against your throat.

"I was going to cut this pretty little neck open, but I just can't do that to my pretty little baby," Nat whispers in your ear. You can feel yourself shaking and trembling.

"Now I just want to see you crying and screaming as I fuck you," she says. She lifts you up and takes you to a bedroom with you fighting the whole way there. She quickly ties you to the bed with your legs and arms spread.

"You look so beautiful like this baby. All spread out and vulnerable for me." You feel her gaze sweep across your body, and it makes you want to cringe.

"Now we need to get these clothes out of the way," she says. She drags the knife from the top of your dress to the bottom, quickly removing it from your body.

She stares at you while you're completely naked except for your white cotton underwear. "I bet you'd look so pretty covered in blood baby." You had just stopped crying, but this thought made you want to cry all over again.

"I think you'd like that though. You want me to hurt you, don't you princess?" You shake your head no begging her to just let you go, bot to hurt you, something Natasha doesn't like.

"That's not the correct answer baby." You feel the coldness of the blade as she drags it down your cheek. A little bubble of blood pools there, but Natasha is quick to lick it up.

"Let's try that again," she says. Natasha asks you the question again and this time you nod your head yes. This time Natasha seems pleased.

"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. Natasha moves to straddle your left thigh and you can feel the heat coming off of her fully clothed pussy. She starts to grind down on your thigh, letting out a low moan.

"You look so pretty below me baby," Natasha says. "But you'd look so much better with a red face and tears rolling down your cheeks." Before you have time to react Natasha slaps your cheek again and again. You can feel tears cascading down your face.

"That's it baby. Let them fall," Natasha says. She starts to grind against your thigh faster, her words coming out in breathy moans.

"You just look so pretty when you cry," Natasha says. She slaps you again and you start sobbing, unable to control yourself.

"There you go baby. Just like that," she says. She lets out a high-pitched moan as she cums against your leg.

"That's my good girl. Making her mommy so happy," Natasha coos. She gently cups your face and licks your tears away. "Such a good girl for me."

Natasha gets off of your leg and grabs her knife again. You feel yourself tense up at the sight. She walks over to the bed and settles herself so that she's on top of you.

"It's okay baby. You can scream, I don't mind," Natasha says as she drags the knife down your body. You want to scream and moan at the same time. This is so wrong, but god does it feel so good.

"Natasha," you let out.

"Yes princess?"

"Please," you beg. You're not sure if you're begging her to let you go or to fuck you.

"What is it baby? You want me to fuck this sloppy little pussy of yours? You want mommy to fuck you stupid?" She drags the knife further and further towards your core, leaving slight scratches wherever she went.

You feel your anxiety rise as the blade scratches your inner thigh.

"What's wrong baby? You don't like mommy showing you attention?"

"I-I love it mommy," you say, saying whatever you know Natasha would like.

"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. She cuts away your underwear, completely exposing you to her.

"Look at this wet little pussy," Natasha says. She scoops up your wetness with her fingers and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them, hating that she had made you so wet.

"You're taking my fingers so good baby. Just like the good little whore you are." She pushes her fingers farther into your mouth and you start to gag. She roughly fucks your mouth until she is satisfied. She removes them from your mouth and wipes the excess spit on your pussy.

"I've got to get you warmed up for my knife baby," she explains. You go rigid, but Natasha pays this no mind. She shoves one of her spit slicked fingers into your core. You let out an involuntary moan at the intrusion.

"Fuck baby you're taking me so well," she says as she adds another finger. You feel a slight burn, but the burn is quickly overtaken by pleasure.

"Fuck mommy," you moan out.

"That's it baby. Take my fingers." She roughly fucks them in and out of your tight hole, paying your comfort no mind. She adds a third finger, and you cry out at the stretch.

"Fuck," you scream.

"That's such a good girl," Natasha says. "Doing so good for me."

You can feel an impending orgasm as she thrusts into you again and again.

"Mommy. I need-," she cuts you off by removing her fingers from you. You whine at the lost. She slaps you across the face.

"Good girls take what they are given," she says. "And you want to be my good girl, don't you?"

"Yes mommy," you let out.

"That's a good girl," Natasha says. She grabs her knife that she had discarded on the nightstand and grabs the blade with her right hand. She moves her hand down towards your core and slowly moves the handle through your slit.

"Please fuck me mommy," you beg. Natasha roughly pushes the whole handle into you in one thrust. You moan out.

"Your little pussy is just eating my fucking knife baby," you hear Natasha moan out. She continues to roughly fuck you as your moans get louder and louder. You can feel yourself clench around the handle as you get close.

"Please can I cum mommy?" you beg.

"Cum for me princess, cum all over my knife," she says. That's all it takes for her to send you over the edge. Your body shudders as a powerful orgasm makes its way through you.

"You look so pretty baby but now you need to clean up your mess." Natasha holds the knife up. You see blood dripping down her hand from where she was gripping the blade too tight.

"Come on baby clean my knife handle. Lick it clean," she says. She holds the knife handle to your mouth and you gingerly lick it up and down.

"That's it, baby. Lick the knife that ended your friend's lives." You can feel bile making its way up your throat. "That's my good girl," she praises. She sets the knife down and goes to untie your shaking legs. Once she unties your legs, she unties your arms but quickly ties your arms and thighs together after she slips a robe that she found over your nude body.

"Now come on baby, we've got to go," she says. She ignores the way you're trembling in fear as holds the knife to your back. She walks, more like drags, you down the steps and to the front door. Your steps are slow from where Natasha had tied your thighs together. Eventually she gives up and just picks you up.

She pulls a key from her pocket and opens the door with it.

The two of you walk outside as Natasha walks you to her car. She tries to push you in, but you don't budge.

"Get in the fucking car, Y/n." Her voice is sharp and leaves no room for disobeying, yet that's what you do.

"No," you let out.

"No?" she screams out. She grabs you by the hair and opens her car's trunk. She roughly shoves you inside and locks it, preventing you from getting out.

Natasha hops into the driver's seat and quickly pulls out of Tony's driveway.

You can tell she's speeding down the road and you soon realize why. You can hear siren's going in the other direction, the direction of Tony's house. She wants to escape and take you with her.

You move around the small trunk, trying to find a way out. Unfortunately there is no way out. You can feel all of your energy leaving you with every move you make. You can feel yourself starting to black out and you give in to the darkness, admitting to yourself that you'll never escape Natasha.

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[anyaeras]

Try Again || W.Maximoff

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Summery || Wanda is a streamer and asked for your help, but there was a catch, You had to win In order to get your reward.

Pairing || dom!streamer wanda x sub!reader

Warnings || Smut ,, AFAB reader,, they/them pronouns ,, pet names ,, mommy kink ,, light degrading ,, strap on sex ,, edging ,, pussy slapping ,, exhibitionist ,, maybe Voyeurism ,, punishment ,, restraints ,, gagging ,, overstimulation ,, cunnalingus

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Your girlfriend Wanda was a huge gamer, known for streaming often on social media platforms even gaining a large audience.

For yourself gaming wasn't your strong suit, you tried to play simple games with Wanda but the only one you came close to being good at was animal crossings.

Nonetheless Wanda brought you on her twitch multiple times letting her fans get to know you while also letting you multiple times embarrass yourself until you beg her to help you play better while she ends up having to help you.

Tonight Wanda had an idea, she had told you about wanting to start an OnlyFans to go along with her twitch, with the help of her close (also streamer) friends. You were okay with what Wanda chose to do, you honestly didn't mind as she would also get your approval, and never did anything you told her you were uncomfortable with.

Wanda came up behind Y/n smiling seeing her partner cutting up some fruit finishing making a small snack for the couple.

"Y/n bebe, would you like to do a stream with me? I know You've been practicing?" Wanda asked y/n wrapping her arms their waste.

Y/n thought about it for a moment finally giving in to Wanda's pleads

"Fine" y/n said and like that Wanda dragged her up into the gaming room.

"Wands I need to change first I can't wear this online" y/n giggled a bit noticing they were just in a tank top and short night shorts.

"Oh baby don't worry about that" Wanda teased making y/n blush before setting up the stream for a moment putting on her headset to check on her party chat.

"Nat, Maria? You guys there, y/n agreed to do a stream with us" the gingery brunette said a bit too excited

"Really?" Natasha said a bit surprised

"I skipped some details but my girl will love it" Wanda said knowing y/n in the end would enjoy this

After that Wanda set up the game putting the mic and headset on y/n's head, before pulling y/n to sit on her lap. Starting the stream the second computer monitor showed the live recoding of them y/n blushed a bit over sitting on Wanda's lap but said nothing, at that moment they also didn't even notice this wasn't the twitch streaming set up.

"Hello all my little witches, y/n is back wanting to show everyone how good she's been getting at my games right bebe" Wanda spoke softly running her hands up and down y/n's sides acting oh so innocent as she did.

Starting the game up Wanda aloud y/n to play a warm up match with Natasha and Maria like normal, yet while y/n was busy focusing on the game wanda was keeping up with the large filled chat as well as adjusting herself, slipping a large dildo out from her pants, y/n hadn't even noticed the chat nor Wanda's strap, which was now ready for y/n's pussy.

Y/n won the first practice match with Maria and Natasha carrying her throughout the match.

"You're getting so good at it hun, how about mommy raises the stakes, if you win this round you get to cum, but if you lose you better keep yourself together" Wanda spoke which confused y/n until they felt her strap press against their back, everything clicked, noticing the top of the stream the logo of a website which wasn't twitch.

Once everything clicked in y/n's mind their pussy took over, soaking through her bed shorts.

Wanda laughed moving y/n's shorts down and off, sitting you down on her red strap, not moving you as the faux cock rested inside you.

Whining a bit knowing how badly you are at Wanda's games both video and sexual still you wanted to try your hardest, clicking the button on the controller to enter a match and like that the witches games started, she would thrust her hips upwards her hands resting on your hip forcing you to slide up and than force you right back down on her while you tried to focus on the game, wanting to get your own rewards, muffling your moans as the mic placed on your head was most definitely on, with Natasha and Maria in the party chat.

Wanda could her her friends make fun of your poor playing as apart of the whole plan, the gamer thrusted now even harder trying to hit y/n's G-spot, a loud squeal like moan came from y/n making Natasha and Maria absolutely die laughing, as they now found a new thing to tease y/n about.

"Aww y/n mommy must make your brain melt" Maria teased in a baby tone making Anya whine quickly in the game getting shot at, dying which made the scream flash the words defeat in front of her face.

Wanda took this moment as y/n was moaning struggling to hold herself together as Wanda fucked her brains out.

"Are you close baby?" Wanda asked

Making y/n nod frantically screaming a little at a harsh trust from Wanda yet when y/n nodded Wanda stoped all her motions.

Y/n whined at the loss of pleaser

"Awww you poor thing" Natasha teased in the mic making y/n wiggle a little for any type of friction.

Spanking y/n's thigh to make her stop Wanda whispered into y/n's ear.

"Try again baby, maybe this time you'll try harder if you wanna cum" Wanda said in fake remorse for her submissive partner.

This time y/n loaded into the match quickly trying even harder this time to win, getting a few kills as Wanda bounced y/n up and down on her cock, Wanda smiled as she watched y/n's pussy take her so well.

"You look so so needy right now dear, god I just love when I have you like this" Wanda managed to get out grunting as she kept up the fast trusting until once more y/n died and the screen flashed a defeat.

The fail made y/n whine loudly as they really were struggling now on the border of overstimulation.

"M-mommy please I can't hold it anymore I need to cum please let me cum please" y/n started begging as Wanda's thrust stoped, this time she slapped y/n's puffy cunt making y/n scream and lurch forwards.

The women on the mic teased and laughed at y/n even thought they have been throwing the matches to make y/n have to wait even if she was doing good, while the people on the live stream were sending a bunch of tips.

"Hmm should I make my precious try again or let them cum, your pussy seems so needy and overstimulated baby" Wanda said with fake empathy as she teased y/n's clit with her fingers, waiting for the stream to flood with responses

Being already fucked dumb y/n didn't even bother looking at the chat, Wanda would just read it aloud anyway.

"Keep going she needs to try harder" @CarolDanvers (donated funds)

With that Wanda motioned for y/n to keep going yet when they just whined Wanda slapped y/n's puffy pussy again getting the same reaction to the painful swat as she did earlier.

Wanda reached around starting the match, this game Wanda thrusted even harder than before railing the poor y/n until they just couldn't hold it....

"Mommy I cant i cant" and like that y/n came in front of everyone on the stream, still endless teasing from Natasha and Maria about how what a slut they were for not even making it through the game.

As y/n came everything seemed to stop, Wanda turned off the game leaving the party and shut down the stream, looking now back at y/n.

"I didn't tell you to cum dear, on the bed now" Wanda ordered making y/n run into their shared bed room.

Wanda came into view a few moments later, her clothing discarded as well as the strap with the strap which was once on her waist now in her hands, along with some rope.

"My stupid little baby was too busy being a cockslut to even follow mommy's orders hmm? That to bad." Wanda taunted as she tied both y/n's wrist to the bed frame, before moving to do the same with her ankles.

"M-mommy I'm sorry i didn't mean-" before y/n could finish Wanda reached over to the nightstand grabbing some fabric to gag y/n.

"Shhh no need to speak, if it's too much for you snap your fingers" was all Wanda said before heading into the closet, only to come out with a flogger.

Wanda go to work running the leather on y/n's body before raising her arm coming down hardly on y/n's right thigh, than doing the same thing on the left, small tears of pain and pleaser came to y/n's face.

At some point Wanda moved up to y/n's stomach before back down to her cunt, hitting her hard a few times before feeling like y/n's muffled cries were enough.

Wanda took the gag out of y/n's mouth smiling at her handy work on their body.

"Make me cum and maybe I'll let you do the same naught one" Wanda stated before straddling y/n's face letting them eat her out.

Y/n got to work trying her hardest to make Wanda cum.

"Good girl, keep going, my little slut keep going" Wanda praised grinding her hips down chasing her own high, eventually with a low moan Wanda came on y/n's face.

"Swallow sweetheart" Wanda said softly, brushing her hand on y/n's face. Watching as they did just as they were told, Wanda had y/n whipped.

Wanda grabbed a vibrator, turning it on high before placing it right on y/n's clit.

"You can cum whenever you want, be my good little slut and let go"

Y/n did just like that, her legs shook as they were still tied to the bed, as she quickly came, yet Wanda never moved the vibrator.

"You wanted to cum so bad earlier now cum keep cumming sweetie" Wanda laughed finishing her punishment off, make y/n cum once more, and than again after that, Wanda wouldn't stop until y/n was crying from overstimulation, finally stopping it all.

Wanda turned off the vibrator, setting it aside before un-doing y/n's limbs. Pulling y/n into her arms.

"You did so good baby, so so good, come let me clean you up" Wanda said softly kissing y/n's temple before lifting y/n up slowly to go take a bath.

Resting the rest of the night with y/n in Wanda's arms, at some point at night Wanda looked back at her phone noticing all the tips she made from the stream along with some untrusting text from her best friends, which made Wanda laugh, and y/n blush....

[arsheyee]

JJK MEN: Plays and Kinks (female reader)

Hi long time no see…. This is my first multiple JJK men in one writing…. Hope you all enjoy it ✌️💕

Synopsis: Here lie the kinks and the plays of JJK men….

Warnings ⚠️: ass play, daddy,sir,mommy play, food, virginity, etc… lol I forgot

Paring: Gojo x fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader, Nanami x fem!reader, Toji x fem!reader, Choso x fem!reader individual pairing

Ok that is enjoy ☺️

(PS I also added some mood boards)

No minors from this point 🔞🔞🔞🔞

@shadyteacup I did my best how you like it. ❤️💕

Gojo Satoru

Food play ( lot of liquid syrups, whipped cream, melted chocolate, teasing you while you cook…be a good wife for him)

Satoru loves food , especially sweets and cooking various sweets. It was accidentally that he discovered his little food play kink. You both were eating ice cream and some of it fell on your cleavage and thighs. Before you could lick the ice cream of you Satoru leaned in forward to lick the ice cream of you.

When he was done he looked up to see you all red. He got up and kneeled down in front of you slowly and torturously licking off the remaining ice cream from your thighs until he reached your wet pussy. ��� he licked a strip of your pussy over your panties. The cloth was obstructing him. He got up quickly and put you over his shoulder. Taking the bowl of ice cream in his other hand

“Let’s have dessert in bed tonight princess”

That’s when it all started. When he didn’t order dessert in a restaurant or didn’t buy any mochi on the way home means you are the “mochi” tonight.

“I can’t wait to eat you out and lick and suck this delicious honey from that sweet pussy of yours. I love the taste when the honey and your arousal are mixed up, your folds coated over and over with golden honey, all glossy, sweet and wet, just for me.”

Geto Suguru

Daddy play ( lot of name callling- princess baby girl doll, you love his voice and he loves your moans)

Geto loves to talk to you. You are probably the only non sorcerer he enjoys and loves to death. He talks to you about everything-what is going on in the business, his success, his worries and insecurities and his thoughts, Gojo being an ass and you love to listen to him. He always wants to resolve every thought of the day before you two are going to bed… so why not talk everything out in the sexual way too? He would love to tease you with his words. Hearing you moan is like music to his ears.

In this context of his kink he has an extremely soft and hot spot for Daddy or Sir. And to give his words sometimes a little more spice until unbearable effect he would love it when you wear a little remote controlled Bullet in yourself and have his fun with it when you’re out or meeting one of those monkeys.

“Oh now now, Babygirl. Don’t move so much! You don’t want those dam monkeys become suspicious, right? Sit still and don’t make any noises that could betray your filthy secret of your pussy. At first, why you’re doing such lewd things in public and secondly that you’re willing to let yourself get caught! To let them all know how needy you are to be filled with a big cock, that you’re such a shameless dirty girl.They’d question my upbringing in your behaviour and Daddy wouldn’t accept it at all. Or will you make Daddy spank your round ass when we get home?” He would whisper absolute filth in your ear making it hard for you stay still.

Nanami Kento

Bondage play (Sadism, teasing, overstimulation, edging, orgasm-denial)

Nanami was a seen and professional man. He was such a gentleman when you two started a relationship together. He is such a sweet and caring man always treating you like a princess making you happy. He gave you hugs on the way days you were sad, held the door for you walked along with your hands linked with each other , a perfect example of chivalry. But somehow his behaviour turn a 180 while sex. He switches to the most sassiest tease and absolute dom. He is a lowkey sadist. He loves to tease you, deny orgasms, overstimulate you and using the pretty little toys he brought you. You whines and moans drive him crazy like he is feral. He is literally married to using that damn massager that he bought a long time ago. Tying you wrists and ankles with ropes, tape or handcuffs (the ones that bite)

Hours and hours go by before he gives you an orgasm and when you beg for him with glassy eyes he gives you five in a row.

“Please Ken, oh God please! I-I c-can’t handle it anymore! Please let me cum! I’ll do whatever you want without complaining b-but just please let me cum!”

“You’re so needy and impatient, Sweetheart. I said stay patient and after some time I’ll give you my permission to cum. But my little Girl is so indecent and just don’t want to learn how she should behave!”

“Y-You said after some t-time! A half hour went by! Kento, please!”

“God, Darling. Why you are so bratty today? But okay, if it’s your wish to come so I’ll let that greedy pussy of yours come. But then you have to take all these orgasm I’m gonna give you without one single murmur. Is it clear?”

“Wait, Ken no! No-I am s-sor”

“What did I say? Shut your little mouth. And why not? I’m sure, I’m gonna make you squirt all over again~”

Fushiguro Toji

Kitten play (innocence kink, virginity kink, defiling you, teaching you sex)

Toji’s ego inflates to the roof when you confess to him that you never had sex. He loves your inexperienced body and big doe eyes. He adores how you stutter nervously and how red your cheeks get when he makes a dirty joke or a flirty comment. You decided to surprise him with white lingerie and matching cat ears. He had to admit the minute he saw you he wanted to rip those apart and take you as he wished. Just the thought of marking you making you his is enough to make him go insane. He wants to be the first and only man to touch that pretty body of yours…

“My Baby looks so cute and pure in her angelic white lingerie, but in reality she’s a dirty Kitten and she loves to be ruined by me, right? You enjoy my fingers way too much in your tight little pussy. Rubbing your clit the way you love. God, I love to defile your Innocence with these lewd things! You look so pure, but deep inside of you you’re a shameless filthy Kitten, begging for Toys and my Cock!”

Kamo Choso

Mommy/Ma’am play (enjoys being the sub, ass play, buttplugs, loves a strap-on)

Choso didn’t have a hard time admitting that he would like to be in the submissive role when it comes to sex. You have been his best friend for years and you guys talk about everything. He knows your Cup-Size and helps you pick your lingerie sometimes, telling you if your chosen set is sexy or not. And he also knows that your first and thankfully now ex-boyfriend was a complete asshole and that he wasn’t even able to satisfy you properly in bed. Choso is glad that you finally left him, not just because he treated you really badly… But also because he has feelings for you. Maybe that’s the reason why he didn’t tell you about his secret fantasies until now, even though you’re best friends. He wants to be desirable for you, the strong man you need to feel attractive again. So he has to cope with his fantasies alone. The thought of being tied up to the headboard, having a buttplug in his tight ass and following your command not to cum until you are satisfied while you ride him drives him completely insane.

Will it only remain his dream…. ? I don’t think so…

I think I will never gonna find a man who would like to try this.”

“What? To try what?”

“I’ll never find a man who would like a woman that is in charge and follow her commands and this stuff. You know. I don’t know if I already told you, but I think I’m more of a Dom in Bed. But it seems like every man I’ve met can’t even imagine giving up some power and let me take the lead for the Night.”

“…W-Wait… you are a Dom?”

“Yeah… I like the thought of powerplay and taking control from time to time. I don’t think I’m a complete Femdom, but it really turns me on when my partner would beg for permission to let him cum. And you know I have a soft spot for toys, I would love to use some of them on a man too.”

“What kind of toys?”

“You are pretty curious, Cho! Don’t tell me you are interested in this?”

“Fuck, Darling. You don’t know what you’re doing to me, you just said my secret wishes out loud. I’d love to follow your commands, beg for your permission to cum and let you stuff my ass with a buttplug if you would like that…”

“…holy shit. Fuck… you are making me so wet with these words.”

“Please… give me the permission to make you feel good, Baby…”

“You may call me Miss Y/N from now on….”

[bwabys-scenarios]

uvogin hcs? 🙏🏻

sfw or nsfw i’ll take even a crumb😓

Uvogin SFW/NSFW HCs

!!REPOSTS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: breeding, oral(fem!receiving), face sitting, he likes your natural scent, cockwarming, overstimulation, overstimulation

A/N: I may do a part 2 to this later on!!

SFW

-he doesn’t give a fuck whether you’re in public or not, you’re getting all his love and affection. he’s also one of the few phantom troupe members that will show his love for you in front of his fellow spiders without shame. you sit in his lap during meetings!

-he’s very gentle with you. those big hands of his that are usually used to crush his opponents and intimidate others, is also used to cup your cheek and wipe away your tears when you’re sad.

-he genuinely loves you. Uvogin has had many partners, but you are the first one he’s truly loved. he’s even had thoughts of buying a home to come back to where you’ll be safe. he’s not retiring from his thieving days any time soon, but the troupe has noticed he’s been more careful to come home to you safe

-his love for you was no secret, when he realized he liked you, he began flirting with you nonstop. he’s got a way with his words that had you blushing and it didn’t take long for you to fall for him too

-he will steal you anything you want. he even brings back money for you, even though he doesn’t like using it himself, he’d rather you not have a job where you could get hurt, so he provides for you

-surprisingly romantic, in his own way! you may not get store bought flowers and chocolates, but he’ll bring home wild flowers and cook you a nice stew(it’s the only thing he can really cook, but he’s damn good at it!)

-he goes crazy when you wear his clothes. it doesn’t matter what size you are, uvogin is huge so his cloths will be big on you!!

-enjoys watching movies with you on his lap and his hand gripping your thigh. laughs really loud at jokes, his chest rumbling. you sometimes fall off when he starts slapping his leg, causing the couch to shake. “oh, sorry princess. you alright?”

-he really would like a cute little housewife!! wear an apron and bake him little treats to snack on when he gets home and he’s putty in your hands

-gives really good massages, he barely has to try, his big strong hands soothe all of your sore muscles easily

-wants to be a dad someday. it’ll take a bit for him to finally accept that side of himself, but when he does, he’s ready to make you a mommy!!

NSFW

-he’s fucking huge, 9-10 inches and GIRTHY. it will take a lot of prep to take him

-he’s completely fine with that though, taking his time stretching you out on his fingers and capping at you’re clit until you’re nice and wet for him

-this man has a breeding kink, even before he realizes he wants to be a dad… he almost always cums inside, and it’s a LOT! you’ll feel very full after, and sometimes you’ll have the cutest bulge in your tummy that he loves to caress!!

-he’s very experienced, so if you aren’t don’t worry, he’ll guide you through everything! he’s surprisingly gentle and attentive, paying attention to each movement and noise you make to ensure the experience is an enjoyable as possible!

-he loves having you cockwarm him, watching you squirm and struggle to fit all of him inside your tight cunt. he’ll gentle rub your clit, making you cum around him over and over again.

-overstimulates you like crazy. he’ll have his big hands holding your thighs in place as he laps at your cunt, his big tongue fucking into you

-this man NEEDS you to sit on his face. he can take it, it doesn’t matter how big you are, he needs you to put all of your weight on him and let him tongue fuck you!!

-he’s definitely into worshiping your body. tells you how beautiful you are, how much he wants to fuck into you until you’re a mess

-he’ll hold your chin and force you to look into his eyes while he pounds into you!! “look at how good I’m making you feel, princess. making such a mess all over my cock…”

-he’s got a thing for your natural scent. goes absolutely crazy when you get done doing something that makes you all sweaty. he’s sniffing at the crook of your neck, groaning. “fuck princess, you smell so good…” this always turns into absolutely FILTHY sex

[flashbangstars]

How People Found out you two were dating

NCT Dream Edition

pink ~ y/n

Blue ~ dream

Green ~ secondary character/another dreamie

Mark

"so um Jeno found out about us dating"

"oh, I thought we were waiting until game night to tell them"

"well yeah uh funny story, I tried to put my sweatshirt on at Jeno's house and your hot pink thong fell out of the sleeve onto his carpet."

"I WAS WONDERING WHERE THAT WENT"

"Yeah I know me too, besides that. Jeno got mad and lectured me on not leading you on if I had other girls I was doing stuff with, so I uh.."

"you told Jeno the hot pink thong was mine"

"yeah basically"

"and I have to face him on friday knowing he's seen my panties"

"to be fair he did say they were cute"

"you know that actually didn't help at all"

Renjun

"hey babe can you help me really quickly, I need help moving my monitor, the cord is stuck somewhere behind my desk"

"Y/n can it wait like 10 minutes"

"No it literally can't I have a assignment due in thirty minutes and I will literally jump off a fucking cliff if I don't get full credit for this"

"Nice Hello Kitty Underwear"

"Renjun you're the one who bought me these, you've seen them and taken them off me numerous times"

"oh he has!! has he!"

"go put some pants on please sweetheart"

"I'm so fucking terrified why were their two different voices just now"

"Hi y/n"

"I'm gonna start crying please tell me Jaemin didn't just see me in fucking hello kitty underwear"

"Y/n please go put some pants on"

"yeah....yeah I'll go do that...... Uh just so you know....im not letting him hit for free.....he did ask me out"

"congrats to the happy couple"

"fuck you"

Jeno

"so how did you all manage to fail the same test?"

"I cheated off of Haechan, and Haechan Cheated off of Jaemin, so its basically Jaemin's fault"

"hey I thought Jaemin knew what he was doing"

"Haechan, Jaemin never knows what he is doing"

"fair"

"oh fuck, I have to go babe I'm gonna miss the bus if I dont run, I will see you soon" *phatass smooch before leaving* *leaves*

5 minutes later....

"alright I'm back I missed the bus"

"DID YALL JUST FUCKING KISS?"

"....no"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO I FUCKING WATCHED IT HAPPEN"

"oh thats so crazy I think I just heard the bus, I have to go omg byeeeeee"

"so you're leaving me to deal with this"

"yes, bye pookie, smooches I'll see you later tonight, bye Haechan!"

Haechan

"are we gonna talk about it... or should I just ignore it"

"ignore what"

"im not following"

"are you two being serious"

"dude what the fuck are you talking about??"

"Haechan."

"what"

"you've been sitting in y/n's lap the entire time we've been here"

"and...?"

"we are literally just close friends"

"dog you are literally hand feeding haechan french fries"

"im literally baby"

"even that was a lot for me"

"im sorry pookie"

"allllriight get off, I wont be this couple"

"pookie did you just make it official!"

"can you please be normal"

Jaemin

"Hypothetically what do you guys consider too much for a gift for your significant other"

"well how long would you two have been dating"

"like 6 months...?"

"umm anything ring related, thats kinda scary, too reminiscent of marriage"

"well fuck"

"what do you mean oh fuck? what the fuck did you buy"

"a ring"

"what"

"what...."

"for who??"

"y/n"

"WHAT"

"Y/N?"

"WHY?"

"YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR 6 MONTHS?"

"STOP YELLING AT ME"

Chenle

"the guys know you and me are dating"

"what? how"

"I got in trouble"

"what did you do..."

"they all got kinda mad at me and said I was kinda mean to you and asked what my issue with you was"

"and what did you say"

"please don't be mad"

"chenle"

"I told them not to worry because you think it's hot when I'm kinda mean"

"chenle"

they didn't believe me at first... and I was feeling pressured!...they literally cornered me!"

"chenle"

"so I showed them a little bit of our texts when you said...itwassexy whenIwasmeantoyou"

"run"

"I WILL TELL THEM ABOUT THE MOMMY KINK IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER?"

"run. now"

"ok!"

Jisung

"hey guys, just wanted to let you know me and jisung are dating now officially"

*shriek* "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

"Jisung what..."

"I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE"

"jisung park"

"please ma'am stop spreading that!"

"ANDY"

"I'm so sorry guys I dont know whats gotten into her!"

"jisung...She's literally your lockscreen"

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about"

"jisung I WILL do a coochie ban"

"this is actually bae 4 lyfe, she my day one and I worship the ground she walk on fr"

"thats what I thought"

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Hi! here is a little something from the drafts that is basically finished, I hope you like it! I am fr just getting back into writing so excuse any errors. But i hope yall have a good night/day!

[mvskedxrtist]

I-I'm your Good Demon!

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Brat Taming, Humiliation Kink, Praise, Degration, Overstimulation, Thigh Riding

Nᴏᴛᴇ: First post of the year!! We've made it to 2024 and I promise this year will be full of smut and much more fandoms. So I think to celebrate the new year, let's go with a big bang!

AFAB!Reader x Mammon - I-I'm your Good Demon!

Now, was Mammon regretting his words from earlier? A bit but he couldn't really think much. But what happened for that to be his thought process? Well let's see:

You had been dating Mammon after he helped you get a pact with Leviathan, appreciating all the help and him even stepping in to protect you when his younger brother tried to attack you. And in return of that, you gave him love and attention that he always wanted.

He was always a good boy, while yes being greedy and spending his money, he made time for you and would always try to be the best that he can for your praise. Well most of the time he was like this. In some situations like now, Mammon was an absolute brat. Always acting like he was bigger than you and try to fool people that he's the one in charge in the relationship when the both of you know, it's you.

And that's what he was doing the entire day at RAD. Of course at RAD, Mammon doesn't want those lower demons to be teasing him about how weak he is to be falling for a human an he kept talking on and on about how he's not. "The human is weak, I have no idea what you idiots are talking about. I only stick with her because she begs me to do so." Now, of course at the same time, you we're walking with Beelzebub when you noticed your boyfriend and heard his words. You were pissed, of course you were! What did he mean that you beg him to stick with you.

"Ahem." You fake coughed and glared at the other demons and Mammon. When the Avatar of Greed heard your voice and turned around, he knew he was fucked when they were home.

It was late at night when Mammon had gotten a text from you, telling you to come into your room. He was a bit excited but also confused. Did he get away scot free from his words? He didn't know. You left him by himself once you went back to the House of Lamentation. You were sticking in your room and if you did went out, you didn't speak to him. That entire afternoon, Mammon was getting annoyed from being annoyed and tried to get your attention but nothing. So he left you alone, until now.

The demon had walked towards your room and opened the door when his eyes widened from seeing you naked and laying on your bed waiting for him. "H-human!! What in Diavolo are you doing!? What if it wasn't me who opened the door and saw your body?" He screamed a bit but closed the door and locked it so no one could come in. "Oh I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be so delicate about being naked in my own room." You told him with a neutral tone and rolled your eyes before pinning him onto the bed, ripping his clothes off him except his boxers and sitting on top of his thigh.

"So, I beg for you to always follow me, huh?" You asked him with a sinister smirk while his purple eyes looked at you in shock and worry. "I-I didn't mean it like that, babe. You know how I am with my reputation." "Yeah I know... That doesn't mean you get away with that~ so right now you're going to stay put and watch. No touching me at all. And if I do feel a touch.. Then it's punishment time~" You gave him a sinister smirk as you slowly started to grind on his thigh, moaning softly while Mammon watched you in all of your glory.

Mammon was excited to see what he might get as a prize since he wouldn't touch you but in his own thoughts, he didn't seem to realize only five minutes after you had told him and started grinding on him did he press his leg against you more. He had snapped out of his thoughts when he felt you kissing his neck. "Finally, baby.." You whispered in his ear and he looked down to see his leg touching you, nervous for his punishment. "S-sorry Mommy.."

You adored what he called you. Mommy. He had done it unintentionally when you lost your first time together and it just stuck in private. "...I don't think you are slut~" You told him and smirked while sliding yourself down on his cock, moans coming from the both of you.

Mammon just watched you ride his cock endlessly, whimpers and whines coming from the Avatar of Greed. You were kissing his neck while riding him, feeling him stretch you out while he already looked like a fucked out slut.

You slapped his chest which made him moan even louder, his dazed eyes focusing on you once again while you bounced up and down his cock, grunts coming from you. "Keep your eyes on me brat~ I'm letting this get off easily for you~" You whispered in his ear while he whimpered and started throbbing inside of you. "I-I'm sorry Mommy! I'll try to be a good boy~" "I know you will baby~" You kept riding his cock harder for the next half hour until Mammon tapped your thigh and started begging.

"M-mommy~ c-can I please cum?~ I promise I'll be a good demon!" "Aww.. You're begging.. Just like you told those demons that I did~ honestly you're such a slut for thinking that you got away from this situation~ you wouldn't want people seeing you like this, now would you?" When you looked down at him and saw him blushing furiously while looking down at his sides, you got your answer right away.

"You fucking would!! You're such a damn brat and a hypocrite! You'd get off on those lower demons watching you get fucked by a human like me huh? Maybe I should just fuck you in front of them next time you say something like that~" You smirked and slapped his chest as he moaned and whimpered. "You want to be a slut so badly for me~ cum." You whispered in his ear and Mammon took it as a go ahead and stopped thrusting to cum inside of you.

"T-thank you Mommy~" He whispered softly and smiled at you while you smiled and started riding him once again. Mammon looked surprised and started moaning louder, covering his face a bit in embarrassment from his own whorish moans. "I-I thought we were done!~" He whined and knew he wasn't allowed to touch you so he just kept watching you ride his cock so easily.

"No we aren't~ why would my good demon be finished so quickly? Unless you aren't my good demon?" "N-no I am! The great Mammon is always your good demon!" "Then take it, baby boy~"

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Had this fabulous lighbulb moment where I thought of putting a submissive Daryl on a leash, and then I thought of giving him a mommy kink AND (drumroll) a little bit of a gun kink

THIS IS FOR ALL THE NEW SUPER HOT SEXY BABES THAT ARE ENJOYING MY WORKS AND FOLLOWING ME?? IM GONNA MAKE OUT WITH ALL OF YOU RN

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ON YOUR KNEES FOR ME 💋

Extremely submissive daryl x female reader

(The yummy stuff: very light bondage, choking kink, mommy kink, slight gunplay(not loaded obvs), riding, did i mention daryl has a little praise kink?)

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Daryl had to learn the hard way that you were a woman of surprise, and he would never guess your next move even if he tried to. Almost every night that he came back to the house in Alexandria, you had a new activity planned for the night.

He was first greeted with a kiss, a short one that lingered on Daryl’s lips as he toed his boots off, anticipation already flowing through him.

Tonight, however, was going a lot differently than he was used to.

Instead of being greeted with your usual affection upon entry, he was met with the sight of you standing in the living room, playing with what looked like red rope in your hands.

The rope wasn’t the only thing he noticed.

You were standing tall in a pair of chunky black heels he had found you, a skimpy red skirt, and a lacy black cami. His mind was going a hundred miles per hour as he could feel his cock pulsing at the sight, blood starting to rush to his head.

His heartbeat picked up speed when you slowly walked over to him, heels tauntingly thumping against the hardwood floor. Daryl’s throat went dry, and he was at a complete loss of words when you stopped in front of him, eye level thanks to the heels. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, Daryl. Aren’t you gonna take your shoes off?” God, your voice was like warm honey as you spoke. He wordlessly kicked the muddy shoes off, eyes openly roaming your whole body.

“Hell’s the rope for?” He practically whispered the words, staring down at the red material. A wicked smile adorned your face. “Its for you” You giggled as you seductively wrapped your arms around Daryl’s shoulders, bringing the slightly rough material to settle at the back of his neck, gingerly wrapping it twice before giving it a pull and tying a knot, right at his adams apple.

He groaned softly as sweaty hands began to fidget with his belt, his nervous habit evident as you took a few steps back to admire your work. The simple yet alluring red rope hung gorgeously from his large neck, matching the color his face was turning under your gaze. You were throbbing at this point, mind filling with all the things you wanted and were going to do to this poor anxious man. Fuck, you had to go upstairs immediately.

You tugged at the rope a few times, checking for any discomfort as you had a brief moment of concern. “Is it too tight? Does it itch?” He shook his head to both questions, face burning hotter as he attempted to hide his embarrassment behind his curly hair.You gave him a soft, reassuring kiss, before you tugged the rope again, this time leading him to follow you upstairs, where you were going to gladly take his soul.

Daryl was getting harder by the second in his pants as you full on walked him like a dog. The way you had the rope woven between your fingers and clutched in your palm made his gut pool with pure arousal. His hands couldn’t stop fidgeting with his damn belt, although he was worried about you falling in your shoes.

The bedroom door closed and you turned to him, feeling a power surge run through your body as you saw the vulnerable state he was already in, still hiding his embarassed face with his hair as he stayed close to the door.

“Daryl. Look at me” You said it softly at first, standing with your arms crossed. He didn’t move the first time, eyes decicing to be glued to the way those heels made your legs look. His head was hazy with thoughts, his body was starting to hurt.

“I said, look at me” His head was suddenly pulled foward, and he stumbled a little, wide eyes landing on yours as he was yanked out his trance. “You should really listen to me the first time, sweetheart” You shook your head and made a face of disappointment, and it made his heart sink a little.

The last thing he would want to do was give you the feeling of dissatisfaction in the bedroom. He found himself stuttering out a weak apology. “M’s-sorry” You smiled at how small he sounded, staring straight into his eyes and down into his core, making him feel raw under your gaze.

“Get on your knees”

The request made Daryl’s mind finally draw a blank, blinking a few times as he searched your face. “Tha hell-“

“I said, on. your. knees. Don’t make me repeat myself thrice, country boy” You narrowed your eyes and shifted on your hips, watching intensely as Daryl slowly lowered himself down onto both knees, staring at your legs until the rope around his neck was roughly yanked again, tilting his head back and tossing all his hair, giving you a clear view of his face. His lips were parted as small whimpers came out, cheeks a deep red as he stared up at you, pupils blown so wide that there was only the tiniest amount of blue.

Oh, what a treat he was to look at down there. Fully clothed but obviously itching to get rid of them, especially with how hard his cock was straining against his already tight jeans. His hands had moved from toying with his belt to gripping his thighs, nails digging into the skin through the denim.

You felt yourself dripping at the sight, and slid your free hand up your thigh and past your skirt, flashing the wet fabric underneath. Daryl’s eyes watched intently. “Are you gonna listen to me the first time, or is this gonna be difficult?” He nodded quickly, and you pulled at the rope and shook your head. “Use your big boy words, baby” Daryl huffed in exasperation. “Yes! M’gonna listen to ya” You smiled at that and dropped your grip on the rope, walking over to the bed to sit on the edge of it and erotically spread your legs. “Come here, Dar” To which he automatically began to stand up on his feet, only getting halfway before the familiar sound of a handgun being cocked echoed in the room.

“Crawl.” Your tone was saturated in pure authority, and Daryl could only groan deeply as he lowered himself back down only this time, planting his large hands in front of him as he literally crawled towards you. You bit your lip as to not fuck him there and then.

He crawled until the barrel of the gun bumped against his forehead, eyes immediately landing on the wet spot on your underwear. The cold, metal weapon trailed down his face, and he had to surpress a moan as you did it.

You placed your leg over Daryl’s shoulder, watching his hands twitch where they now rested on the floor as they resisted the urge to touch. He had never been this goddamn hard in his whole life and it was starting to hurt. He badly needed some sort of relief, but it clearly wasn’t up to him.

“Take my panties off for me” You told him after what felt like forever, spreading yourself even wider as you watched his hands hesitated before running up your legs, gripping your thighs before he hooked his fingers around the hem of the soaked material and quickly pulled them down, lifting your leg off his shoulder briefly to toss out them out the way, eyes meeting yours for a split second. You winked and spread yourself open more.

Daryl’s eyed your dripping cunt like a predator, hands now firmly on your thighs. He wanted to be good for you, waiting a little impatiently for your next instruction, or hell even waiting for permission. “Think you can make me cum the first time? I wanna be able to give my babyboy special privileges afterwards” You looked so powerful above him, and his ears started to heat up when he realized he was super into this.

“J’st wanna please ya, make ya feel good” He panted lightly against your thigh, and you gently tugged the leash, giving him the permission he needed to finally satisfy his hunger, face disappearing under the short skirt.

Daryl had always been really good when it came to using his tongue and you couldn’t help but moan as he gave your cunt a few warm licks before settling on your sucking your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it as he did. You subconsciously keep a vice grip on the rope, keeping your boyfriends magical tongue right where you needed it.

You could tell that Daryl was starting to become to restless, and that’s when he truly got desperate for you. His cock was still painfully hard in his pants, and each one of your moans alongside the taste of you on his tongue went straight into his gut.

Daryl brought his two fingers to your folds, skillfully massaging and rubbing between the folds, feeling your slick drench his fingers enough that he slid them in, relishing in the moan he pulled from your chest. He could tell you were getting closer by the way you clenched around him, and the way you breathed shallowly. He sucked your clit harder, tip of his tongue moving against the more sensitive part of it, causing you to jerk your hips and pull him in closer.

The rope around Daryl’s neck got increasingly tighter with each pull, and he could feel his breathing becoming restricted in the best possible way and his dick was starting to leak, the tip of it becoming sensitive where it lay trapped against his stomach, smearing precum on the skin.

Your moans became loud, and your body began grinding down against him, chasing the feeling of your orgasm building rapidly. “You’re doing so good baby, making me feel so good” Your voice sounded more fucked out than expected. Daryl finally released his suction on your clit to continue using his tongue basically threw you over the edge, his fingers curling inside sent burning waves of pleasure through your body, and you felt your eyes roll back.

When Daryl emerged from underneath the fabric, his lips were slick, swollen, and red. It was the best look you’d ever seen on a man. “You did so good babyboy. I think it’s time to finally get you out these clothes” The sudden praise only added to his arousal as you slid you leg off and stood up over him, tugging the rope for him to stand as well.

You quickly but also slowly removed his dirty vest, sliding his shirt off and pulling out the rope, which looked delicious against his bare chest. Your hands unbuckled his belt, and instead moved to cup his boner, lips moving against his jaw as his hands settled on your hips, eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed him, making his tip leak profusely.

He could feel you working big hickies into his neck, hand moving to unzip his jeans so slowly while the other gripped his shoulder, keeping you steady on your heels. Daryl could feel the way he was losing his grasp on reality, internal breaking down as you gave him everything yet nothing at once.

“Y/n please hurry, I- I can’t take it anymore” He whispered, hands tightening where they rested on you. You pulled away from his neck and laughed to yourself when you saw the damage done. He might as well have gotten attacked by a walker. “But you can, Daryl. C’mon, lets get you full nude and on the bed” He groaned before moving to pull his pants off, cock finally springing free. The tip was a dark and angry red, precum dripping down from it. God, you wanted him inside you so bad. You chewed on your bottom lip as you spun him, shoving him down onto the bed and quickly straddling him, staring down as if he were prey.

When you rocked your hips back, warm folds sliding on his cock, Daryl shuddered and shut his eyes, the sensation already becoming too much. Somehow the gun had been discarded on the side of the bed, so you reached for it and pressed the barrel against his forehead, only this time around you pulled the trigger.

The gun clicked, and Daryl’s hips jerked at the sound, eyes opening and analyzing the way you held the weapon, only get that much more turned on when he realized you were using his gun. His cock tip throbbed as you continued rocking down on him. “I want you to beg. Beg for me to give you what you want, beg for me to fuck you” Daryl was so weak. He blinked back the feeling of tears threatening to fill his eyes as he stared into your face, burning the savory moment of you above him into his eyelids.

“P-please?” You tutted, hips beginning to slow as you cocked the gun again, other hand wrapped in red pulling it tighter around his neck, his vision blurred in the corners as he wheezed from the pressure. “Please! Mommy please just fuckin’ fuck me already I can’t- I can’t-“ He babbled, fat tears filling his eyes very much against his will.

You stared down at him for a moment, listening to his small sniffles and tiny gasps for air. “Mommy? Oh Daryl. How could I deny you when you ask me like that?” You trailed the gun down to his chest, watching the way it rose quickly before placing it on the pillow next to him, needing both hands in order to ride him properly.

His heart pounded erratically as you gripped the base of his cock, tauntingly lowerly yourself as slowly down as possible, making sure he could feel everything. By the way his hands dug into your meaty hips, it was definitely working.

You gave a few small bounces, rolling a few patterns with your hip. Just as you were about to fully slam down onto him, you realized your top was still on, and Daryl was fixated on your perky nipples. You quickly pulled the garment off, and tossed it onto the floor. Now you could really get busy.

A strangled cry ripped from Daryl when you lifted yourself up to the tip and dropped back down, moaning at the way he perfectly jabbed into your sweet spot, hips moving at a needy pace. The room filled with so many erotic noises, and they each fueled Daryl’s already throbbing cock. Fuck, he felt so goddamn incredible, head lulling to the side as nothing but pleasure pumped through his veins.

You could feel the harsh throbbing of his dick inside you, beginning to breathe heavily as a burning sensation licked through your thighs, however that didn’t slow the hardcore pace you set for yourself. You redirected Daryl’s head to face you, as you wanted to see his adorably scrunched face, tears rolling down his red cheeks. “Feels so good mommy, ya feel so fuckin tight and wet around me” The name was starting to do things to you, even more than the way Daryl was sloppily rambling, hips jerking upwards as he started to climb his peak. Right as he felt himself about to topple over, eyes rolling in anticipation, you ceased all movement.

Daryl’s eyes flew open and he whined desperately. He opened his mouth to plead with you more, and felt the rope become increasingly tighter, a hard, strained moan fell past his lips as he was now barely getting air, hands shaking as they reached to grasp at the rope. You furrowed your brows, worried that he genuinely needed to get some air. As your hands joined him to losen the knot, he shook his head. “No! J’st- please… please keep goin” One of his hands gripped your wrist where it rested on his neck, adding more pressure on it. He was so,so gone, even more so when you began to bounce on his cock again, this time, using his marked neck to help you keep steady. He was blissfully running out of oxygen.

His vison began to darken, heart pounding loudly in his ears as all he could think and feel was you, you, you. His hips once again jerked, chasing so desperately after his own release, you knew just how badly he needed it. Once again, you stopped moving, pulling your hands away from his neck and feeling his chest rise at the large gasps of air he was taking.

“C’mon momma’s baby, I know you can handle this and it’ll be worth it in the end” You whispered against his lips as you beckoned him to sit up on his knees, turning to lay face down, ass up. Daryl wasted no time as he bent over you, large hands resting on either side of your head as he snapped forward, burying himself back in your warm cunt. The rope spilled out in front of your face, and you instinctively grabbed it, giving Daryl the impression you wanted him to go much faster.

It felt soo good to pound deep inside you, panting heavily as the rope once again constricted his breathing, and the urge to cry from sheer pleasure had become strong. You moaned freely as he railed you, the lewd sound of him wetly sliding in and out of you filled the room, filled his head. You could tell he was right on the edge when his body began trembling and his head fell into the crook of your neck, biting down hard on the flesh.

When you gave a final tug on the rope, it was all Daryl needed in order to finally exploded, tossing his head back as he gripped your hips and pulled out, moaning deeply as he rutted between your slick folds, blushing as he watched himself cover your red cunt in cum, still rocking against you.

He almost immediately collapsed onto the bed, breathing harshly as you shuffled to undo the knot and take the rope off him. You could feel his release smearing and running down your thighs. You sat on the edge of the bed and kicked the heels off, sliding the skirt off and not caring as you used it to clean the mess between your legs. “I liked that skirt” You heard Daryl mumble, as he had been watching your every move.

You sighed and climbed into the bed with him, dominace officially leaving your body as Daryl wrapped you up in his arms, kissing your neck softly. “Ya never cease ta amaze me” He whispered, voice hoarse and heavy with sleep, you smiled softly as you gazed upon his sleepy face silently for a few minutes.

“You amazed me with your mommy kink for sure”

“Shut up and go ta’ sleep”

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I so badly just wanna consume his entire body like I literally wanna start tearing into his flesh like a fucking walker and spend my whole day fulling ingesting him into my body so we can forever be one #girldinner 🎀

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[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Caught in the Act

Park Jihyo x Hirai Momo x M!reader

Tags: smut, !mommy kink, slight humiliation, titfucking

WC: 1.7k

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Being a cameraman on a TWICE performance stage was always a challenge for you and the team. That was nine fancams you each had to deal with; it's a good thing they each have unique features that make it easy to tell them apart.

As the one more commonly assigned to Jihyo, it was pretty obvious what it was: her big, round eyes.

Who were you kidding, it was obviously her tits. With the intensity she danced with, it's difficult not to notice them bounce around. In fact, it was more challenging to anchor the camera on her face instead of her body, but this isn't your first rodeo, and you've gotten used to being mesmerized without being too obvious.

This time, however, while preparing for the set, Jihyo calls in Momo to ask help with one of their point choreos. It's no secret even seasoned teammates would be in awe of her dancing skills, despite having seen group after group. But if Jihyo was your favorite, Momo was most definitely a close second. Now, keeping focused on one TWICE bombshell was a challenge, but two of them? It was torture.

You couldn't make out what they were saying, nor were you able to actually pay attention to the choreo. All you could focus on while keeping the camera steady were both idols' chests barely staying in place with their particularly popping-focused choreo.

You snap back to reality as the director calls for the cameras to start rolling for the actual performance, but the thought never leaves you for a moment throughout the entire shoot.

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You sit in an empty room in the studio, ogling at the shaky phone cameera video you managed to sneak of that fateful moment: two of TWICE's best dancers practically showing off more than their skills.

Suddenly, you hear a flurry of footsteps from the corridor behind you.

"Are you sure this is the room, Jihyo? I'll wait outside the entrance to take a call, take your time."

"Yes, thank you manager-nim! Momoring, help me out here."

Panicked, you try to hide behind a nearby couch, but the door swings open a lot earlier than you expected, and your presence in the room is no longer concealable.

"Ai kkamjagiya! We're so sorry for disturbing!" Jihyo exclaims.

Momo butts in, "But since you're here, can you help us out? Jihyo left behind an earring in this room and we're trying to find it, since we have to return it to the company."

Nervously, you nod your head, still a little bit flustered seeing and talking to them. You set your phone on a counter and start looking with the two. After about ten minutes, as they check the dressing area, you sift through the cushions on the couch you tried to dive into and found the earring. Guess you would've been spotted either way.

"Here you go, sorry for bothering you," you say.

"Thank you so much! I'm not quite sure how to return the favor, but I'm sure we'll catch each other on another stage, I hope?..." Jihyo trails off.

"Um, Jihyo? I think I have an idea," Momo smirks as she holds your phone in her hands, unfortunately still unlocked at a freezeframe of both of them. Shit.

"So that was you! Well, I guess that explains why you were in this room then, wouldn't it?," Jihyo adds.

"Don't worry. You helped our leader, so I won't tell on you. But unfortunately, we're still gonna have to punish you," Momo says, walking towards you, her eyes focused on your pants. She makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your boxers, leaving you naked.

"What were you doing here, touching yourself to us dancing? Well, we'll let you do that as our thanks..." Momo says.

"I like how you think, Momo," Jihyo adds. "But, as your punishment, you're not allowed to cum. If you do, we have your phone and all the pictures we can take of you making a mess here. Let's see how long you last." Jihyo puts their song from earlier on speaker as they start taking off their hoodies, to reveal Jihyo in a sports bra and Momo in a baggy shirt with nothing underneath.

You're forced to watch Jihyo and Momo feel each other up as they giggle and poke each other in jest over their toned bodies. But the main show is them fondling each others breasts, stripping the other down until their chests are laid bare and massaging them almost as if they were mounds of dough. You could feel the pressure start to well at the base of your shaft, and you slow down your stroking, scared to lose to their game.

"Yah, who said you could slow down?," Jihyo barked, grabbing your dick from your hands and stroking the head at just the right speed to throw your head back in pleasure. Big mistake, because Momo was right behind you, ready to sandwich your face between her firm tits. "Look at him struggle, like a little baby boy. I guess you should call us your mommies now then, baby boy?," Momo added.

You could feel yourself fighting the urge to release with all your strength that sweat starts beading up on your forehead and back. But you recognize the bridge of the song, and you feel like you have just about a minute left to hold it in.

"Oh, almost done already? You're not getting away that easy. Momo, over here," Jihyo says, and Momo releases you from her suffocating grasp.

Suddenly, you feel a second hand grab at your throbbing member, as both of them start jerking you towards their racks, practically lined up for you.

"You're good," Jihyo remarks, "just a little longer and we'll let you cum."

"Hold it in for us, won't you? We don't want to end this quite yet," Momo adds.

The final chorus starts and you're struggling with every ounce of resolve you have not to finish, but every attempt to buck backward is futile, your legs trembling more and more. After what files like eternity, you feel an excruciatingly and numbingly long pause, as the music ends. It seems, unfortunately, their torment has also ended, leaving your orgasm ruined.

Momo breaks the silence, saying "Wow, you've been such a good boy. Consider your punishment over."

"Now for your actual reward," Jihyo says, adjusting their positions so that your still-twitching cock gets sandwiched between her tits, "how about you show us how you felt about our performance?"

Jihyo presses the handfuls of her breasts around your shaft, tight enough to stimulate you yet again. Momo spits on the tip, lubricating it with more than just precum. "You're such a lucky boy, receiving this from your mommies," Jihyo adds.

She continues to titfuck you, occasionally teasing your tip which would crest out from between her chest. Momo, on the other hand, slowly starts to stroke you from beneath Jihyo's chest, gesturing to her that she wanted to have her turn. This time, Momo didn't need to squeeze as much to tighten her grip on you, and your head most definitely stuck outside her tits, allowing her to leave her tongue out to tease you. Jihyo simply watches, keeping you aroused by running her fingers lightly across your abdomen and giggling everytime you shudder in pleasure.

Your moans of pleasure turn into heaving sighs as you approach your limit. The two idols laugh, excited to see what you've been holding back.

"Are you gonna cum now? Don't worry, we have just the thing for you," Momo says. She pulls in Jihyo by the wrist opposite her, both ladies now sitting at each of your sides, squeezing their chests together and using it to stroke you.

"But first, you're gonna have to ask us if you can, baby. How will we know if you're about to make a mess?," Jihyo teased.

The relentless stimulation for the past however-long-it's-been has left you speechless, yet you manage to hiss through your clenched teeth, "Please... let me... cum..."

Momo taunts, "What's that? We didn't quite catch that."

"Please... let me cum... mommies..."

"Good boy," Jihyo chirps. "Cum for us. Show us how much you want us. Give it to us."

It didn't take any more than the command to cum all over their chests, enough to still drip down your sides. This didn't seem to bother either of the two, rubbing it all inside their chests and giggling, before a ringtone comes from Jihyo's pocket.

"Oops, gotta go, looks like manager-nim is asking for an update. Oh well, no time to clean up now," Jihyo remarks, rushing to put on their clothes.

Momo takes a look at your phone and hands it back to you. "Don't worry, keep the video. Another way for us to say thanks," she adds, giving you a wink.

"See you next comeback, baby boy," Jihyo purrs before the two leave you, a soiled mess in the middle of an empty room.

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The next few days are absolute torture knowing you're unable to tell anyone about such a surreal experience. But one night, right as you get home and lay your shoes by the door, you receive two texts in order. To your shock, they come from two saved contacts you never saw before: "Mommy #1" and "Mommy #2".

Mommy #1's message read: "Hey baby boy ♥️ Surprise! We really can't forget what happened the other night. You seem like a good boy, so we wanted to offer you another game."

Mommy #2's message continues from the other's: "Our next stage is in 2 days. If you can guess who's who, maybe we'll give you another reward. ♥️ If you don't well... guess you're gonna miss the opportunity of a lifetime."

You take a big gulp.

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A/N: first time writing. sorry it's not imaginative enough just yet. hope you enjoy all the same!

also mohyo crumbs are literal molecules if only they had more shared moments

[lilquokka04]

☘"Want mommy's help"☘

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-warnings-smut, sub seungmin, mommy kink, nipple play, dry humping, innocent minnie😫

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"Seungmin?"

You thought he had been acting kinda strange lately, hes usually not the clingy type of person. Like how he had laid down on top of you and buried his face in your neck, nosing at your skin.

"You doing okay baby?" You rest a hand atop his head. Seungmin lightly shakes his head as you hear a quiet whimper come from his throat, further worrying you that something is wrong.

He starts placing little pecks all over your throat, slowly turning sloppier and needier as he moves to your collarbones.

You'd be lying if you said that it didn't feel good, especially because he never initiates physical contact, but you can't fully enjoy it thinking something is wrong.

You come out of your thoughts and let out a gasp as you feel Seungmin pawing at your chest through the thin tank top you were wearing. After a particularly sloppy kiss to your shoulder you feel his hands tugging at your top, trying to pull it up to have better access but you take his hands in yours.

"Min, whats gotten into you?"

He whines and pouts up at you with glossy eyes, barely keeping his tears at bay.

"Want mommy's help."

You rub a thumb over the back of his hand.

"And what do you need me to do?"

He furrows his brow and frowns at you, getting frustrated with your questions.

"Want this off." He tugs at your tank top once again and this time you let him pull it up, letting him do what he wants.

He pulls it up just enough to latch onto your breasts with his pouty lips, immediately suckling as he lets out a sigh of relief. Seeing him relax makes you feel better and you place your hand on his hair, slowly stroking as you watch his eyes close. You figured he was just stressed and wanted to feel some skin to skin contact at first. Thinking he would calm down in a few minutes and tell you what upset him but he seems to get restless again after a few minutes.

He lets out a frustrated whine, switching to the other nipple and licking it before latching on. You're about to question him again but you let out a yelp as you feel teeth against the sensitive bud.

"Seungmin!"

You scold him and look down to see tears spilling out of his eyes as he releases your nipple and buries his face into your hair.

"It still hurts!" He cries.

All anger towards him for biting you leaves as confusion hits.

"Seungmin, what-"

So focused on him mouthing at your boobs you never noticed the wet spot slowly forming at the front of his pants and rubbing onto your own shorts. You lean your head back against the pillows and let out a sigh.

"Min, let me help you okay? I think I can make it stop hurting." You hold his wet cheeks in your hands and give him a sweet smile.

"Try what you were doing earlier baby."

He sniffles but nods his head like an obedient puppy and starts palming your boobs again before latching onto one.

You move your hands to his hips and angle him so that he is lined up with your core, letting out a quiet gasp as you feel just how hard he is. Slowly, you guide him to rut against you, moaning at the friction against your clit. Seungmin lets out his own whine around your nipple as he sloppily ruts his hips against you.

It doesn't take more than 5 minutes for Seungmin to let out a high pitched moan as he finally orgasms, once again biting your nipple as the pleasure hits.

The random spark of pain sending you tumbling as well.

With the pain finally gone Seungmin quickly falls asleep, suckling on your chest as he dozes off.

You run a hand through his sweaty hair as you fondly look at the innocent puppy sleeping on your chest.