#it's still a little rough but god I alway always always love thinking about buck in those first few hours after the shooting before he went

[mommynott]

Hii I don't know if you're still taking requests but plsss 🙏🙏 I need I need Dom!Theodore letting reader take control and ride him plsss absolutely need

Always taking requests sweet pea! Even if it takes me a little to get to them sometimes LOL

Anything for my sexy smut sluts 🫡💋

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, college au, dom!theo, bf!theo, dombf!theo, PIV, riding, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, hickies, nipple play, dom&sub, creampie

Plap- “You’re Plap- So Plap- good”-Plap plap- Theo groans through his plows, one hand wrapped around your throat while his darkened gaze burns into yours. Beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and torso.

“Mmm-…Theo, baby?”

Through your whiney little whimpers, you manage to choke up your words. But Theodore didn’t stop. Not in the least, his hand tightened around your neck as he started to smack kisses to your jaw. “Hm?…Yes, Amore?” He asks in a deep growl, his thrusts moving at a slower pace now.

You glided your head to the side, making your eyes lock together through your heavy breathing. “Can I…Can I go on top?” Questioning him, you bat your lashes up at the Italian. Showing your full submissive side while you wait for his answer. Unsure of how this could even go.

Theodore’s eyes flickered between yours for a moment, his silver-chained cross hanging right in your face before his lips curled into a sinister smirk. “Since you asked so…nicely, I’ll allow it.” His voice held a hint of danger to it, arousing nonetheless. His strong hands moved to your hips as he laid back, pulling you on top of him as he did.

“Ride the cum out of me. Drain my fucking balls. But don’t you dare think of stopping until I’ve finished, understood?”

Of course, even having the tiniest bit of control over Theo, he still showed his dominant and assertive nature that seemed to come naturally to him. “Mhmmm- Understood.” You whispered, your hips bucking against him as your hands found their way into your own silky hair.

His nails dug into your hips, pushing you down his massive shaft harder as he rocked you faster against him. “Fuck-…That’s it, Tesoro. Just like that.” Moans slip freely from your swollen lips, your eyes glossing over as you fight to keep them open.

Theodore’s lips find their way to your hardened nipples, sucking on them with a burning need, his nails clawing so hard into your hips that it seems to break the skin. This time, he switches it up from the back-and-forth movement, lifting you slightly and thrusting along with your rhythm.

“Bouncing on my -Cazzo….cock…like such a good fucking girl..”

He hisses from his throat against your perked nipple before taking it between his teeth. Making sure to leave his marks all over your breasts because again…This is Theodore fucking Nott we’re talking about here. Does he ever fully let you take control?

“Gods- I love that dick!” The moans escaping your lips only getting louder by the second, Theo’s face buried between your tits, lost in the blissful pleasure of you. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do…fuck!- Finish with me, amore. Don’t hold back.” He husked into your sensitive flesh.

No edging. No punishment. No waiting. Oh, you were fucking taking this. Not waiting a second longer, you let your orgasm hit, creamy juices flowing down onto Theo’s cock. Your moans turning into screams of pleasure just as you feel the slight twitching from his shaft.

Theo’s seed was spilling inside of your juicy cunt, practically overflowing you with the sticky mess. His own body convulsing with sheer pleasure as he growls lowly between your chest, all in the while smothering your tits with sloppy kisses.

“You’re too fuckin’ good…Such a sight to see with you on top of me…Can’t get enough of you, amore”

Hehehe I hope yall liked this lil Drabble of our beloved dom!theo

As always asks and requests are open smut sluts 💋

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[theosbaby]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

flashing mattheo during an argument

NSFW content ahead, +18

one second, he's shouting some unintelligible shit at you, and the next one, he's almost drooling at the sight of your pretty tits, naked just for him to see. he's falling silent in fucking milliseconds. but god, they're so bloody perfect... how could he not stare at them?

It's not fair, you know he loves them, and you use that knowledge against him. every. fucking. time.

he can't even remember what you were fighting about in the first place, not that he cares anymore, anyways. your full, round tits have him fucking mesmerised, the only thing in his mind at the moment being his feral need to bury his face in them and never come out again, not even for air.

"baby," he would growl, eyes not able to look away from your boobs.

you swear you can see a faint blush appear on his cheeks as you tell him, "i don't wanna fight anymore." you pout cutely at him while you're still tugging your top over your breasts, the piece of clothing it's so small that mattheo wonders how they were fitting inside it in the first place.

"me neither," he replies quietly, starting to walk towards you, not being able to stay away for a second more. "i'm sorry, a'ight?"

"it's okay... 'm sorry too," you also apologise, a little smile tugging at the corner of your plump lips as you watch him leaning forward to wrap his strong arms around you, lifting you up so your tits are right on his face.

and when he finally gets to bury his face in your glorious tits, he's not letting go. he's dragging you to his bed and dropping you in it without pulling an inch away. he lays on top of you, between your spread thighs, lips kissing your soft, pillowy flesh.

"fuck, i love these," he'd mumble against your chest, his hands squeezing your sides tightly. "so fucking perfect."

you chuckle softly at that, which makes your tits bounce slightly, and god, the sight makes him hard in seconds. he hums contently against the supple flesh of your boobs as he teasingly starts sucking and licking your tits everywhere but your nipples, alternating between the two as if he can't decide which one he wants to focus on.

his hands are roaming over your body, groping and caressing your curves as if he's re-learning them. he's squeezing your thighs, your ass, and occasionally, going up to your soft tummy, rough finger pads making goosebumps erupt in your skin.

you don't disturb him, letting him play with your boobs as he pleases while you run your slender fingers through his unruly curly hair. sometimes, you caress his face tenderly, watching with heavy lidded eyes while he worships your body. you find it cute, how much he loves your breasts. he's always wanting to touch them, lick them, kiss them... and it fucking turns you on so much, because you're so sensitive there.

you moan when finally settles on one nipple, sucking on it hard while his hand kneads the other breast. he'd push both boobs together, his mouth dropping the already hard peak he was sucking on to lick at the other. his hips are bucking against you the whole time, grinding his hard on against your drenched core.

he's definitely leaving marks, which you complain about, but he just looks up at you, pupils blown, and says, "they're mine, aren't they? i'll mark 'em if i want to."

after that, he slips his hand inside your shorts and panties, finding you completely soaked for him and that fact makes him groan as he returns to suck on your perky, reddened nipples. his fingers rub your swollen, little clit, making you whimper and squirm beneath him, but he uses his free hand to grab you and keep you still while he stuffs you full of his fingers, burying them knuckles deep. he's making you cum in minutes, orgasm so good that feels like fireworks exploding inside your tummy.

and then, once he's satisfied you, he rips both of your clothes off and makes you ride him. he'd be such a mess beneath you as he watches you jump on top of him, little whimpers escaping his lips against his will. the sight of your perfect tits bouncing right on his face while your tight little pussy squeezes his cock makes him cum so fucking fast that he's almost embarrassed... almost.

more.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | your first time together is…your first time

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral - i tried to be ambiguous but where i couldn’t be, i gave an option for both sets of parts uwu

♡ cw; sex (this is smut my friend), a little bit of implied breeding kink, possessiveness

♡ notes; what it says on the tin; you lose your virginity the first time you have sex with your stabby bf. i can only dream 😔

also, probably the last fic with a random selection of characters , i have the poll results n everything. vincent was the winner and brahms three percent behind him, so they’re being added to a-team permanently

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Brahms Heelshire

> he’s relieved when you tell him you haven’t gone that far before

> because he’s a virgin too, and probably more nervous than you are

> he’s eager though- he’s always eager when it comes to you

> he pulls you on top, grabbing your hips and grinding up on you as you kiss

> and then he urges you to use his face- fuck it or sit on it, depending on what you’re working with

> and while your hesitant, not wanting to overwhelm him for his first time

> but god, he’s a good little sub, and he loves every second of it

> after he’s made you cum, he pulls away- practically still drooling, and begs for you to touch him

> he bucks up into your hand immediately, already so hard he’s twitching

> if he lasts more than a few pumps, he flips you, seeming shy to pin you, but trying his best

> and he has to take a breather to make sure he doesn’t immediately cum inside you

> he’s slow at first, literally shaking

> and for your first time, it’s all missionary- he needs to watch your face, making sure he’s doing a good job

> and making sure he tells you how pretty you are

> he cums first, he just can’t help it- but he’s not at all hesitant to replace his cock with his fingers

> and he makes sure you cum at least twice more, using his mouth again if he needs to

> by the time you finally catch your breath, he’s already more than ready for round 2

Micheal Myers

> he’s already pushing you to your knees in front of him when you manage to tell him

> he pauses- he’s not sure what to do

> he’s always rough.

> and he’d been rough with you thus far

> he rubs your cheek softly and huffs- and at first you think he’s going to put a stop to things for the day

> until he throws you over his shoulder, giving your ass a playful squeeze in the process

> of course he’s not going to fuck you on the porch like an animal

> not for your very first time at least

> he drops you on the bed and takes his mask off

> it’s not the first time you’ve seen him without it, but it’s still special

> he teases you, hands all over your body as he carefully watches your reactions

> he has you in your undies when he finally gets impatient and goes back to his usual selfishness

> he had you get on your knees again- this time more gently coaxing, and guides you through taking him

> and for the record, there’s a lot to take

> before you have him too needy he lays you down

> you can tell this is going to be a once in a while thing, so you savor the sight of him between your thighs

> he eats you out/rims you like it’s his goddamn job, staring up at you all the while

> it’d be creepy if he wasn’t so good at what he was doing

> if you insist on missionary, he’ll let you this time

> but he wants you doggy so he can watch you take him inch by inch

> this boy has so much stamina

> you cum three times before he finally pulls out, painting your back

> you try to sit up but he doesn’t let you- he’s not done with you

> not even close

Thomas Hewitt

> something about his eyes darken when you tell him you’re a virgin

> he’d never be the one to initiate something first - he’s far too scared of crossing your boundaries to lead like that

> so if you’re telling him, it’s probably because you’re telling him you want him to take your virginity

> and even though he never believed in the Bible, or the sexist shit Hoyt always spouted

> he’s possessive, and if something about being your first is exciting. it was another part of you that’d be all his

> before you know it the man is ripping your clothes off. like literally ripping.

> he manhandles you- unintentionally, but it’s hard for him not to with your size difference

>he spreads your thighs wide apart and goes to town

> he goes down on you again, and again, and again and—

> by the time he sits up you’re already overstimulated

> but it’s his turn, and he’s eager to take it

> you can feel how huge he is through his pants, and your jaw drops when you see him

> “Tommy, that won’t fit”

> he huffs, amused through his mask and nuzzles you reassuringly

> he starts in missionary, but then he pushes your legs up into a full mating press

> he fucks into you deep and hard, going faster until you’re babbling nonsense

> he pulls your hair and makes you look him in the eye as he cums inside

> and when he does pull out, you can feel it dripping from you

> he looks at it and then up at you excitedly, and you know what he wants

> again

[randomshyperson]

Heart Drawing - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Dinner with Mr. Heart takes a different turn. Or, what anyone who wasn't a synthezoid would have done at the sight of Wanda in that dress.

Warnings: (+18), purely smut, bottom!Wanda (bratty), rough smut, creampie, strap-on, fingering and oral (w rec),  Westview setting, established relationship, kinda semi-public (?), almost getting caught but Wanda keeps doing magic tricks | Words: 1.169k

A/N-> I can't believe I finally wrote this, it's a fixing of the scene from WandaVision because I always thought it was unbelievable. If Wanda prepared a romantic dinner for me, especially wearing that, there would be no dinner at all. A good Wandavision anniversary for all of us btw <3

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Although it was one of the skills she developed first, mental control could be very difficult. Especially if Wanda was experiencing some other strong emotion, such as stress, anger, or sadness. 

Or physical exertion, like a fight with an alien or lifting machines or the like. 

Or just being so close to cumming in the middle of the kitchen.

And you, well, you weren't making it any easier for her. Your hips never faltered in their brutal rhythm against her and every time the fake cock attached to your waist slid between her tight walls, Wanda had the impression that even the magic around the house was failing. 

Her eyes were still red, though - Wanda is still surprised that she has any control when you slide your fingers down to tug at her neglected clit and she's forced to muffle her whimper with a bite on your shoulder.

She's sure she won't be able to keep the two guests static in the kitchen if you keep this up. But the soft protest is little more than a choke; "S-slow down, detka" she gasps directly into your ear.

You adjust the angle, and your hips slow down, but god, you thrust hard enough for the kitchen counter to crack. The dress she called a surprise barely hanging on her body is pushed down even further with the rough motions and Wanda won't be surprised if the the magic fails her once and for all with the reach of her orgasm.

She wasn't complaining, after all, this was the whole point of the night. A misunderstanding about a heart drawn on the calendar had led her to believe that tonight would be an anniversary (of which, she and Agnes came to no conclusion, and Wanda preferred to pretend it was supposed to be a wedding one). She got chocolate fruit and a dress that made you ignore your boss in the other room and force her against the counter as soon as you caught the first glimpse of her cleavage.

Wanda tried to be the voice of reason, even if her voice was hoarse and not very determined. She asked you; "What about them?" but all you did was give her a dirty little smile as you unbuttoned your pants.

"Play your tricks, my lovely little witch." That's what you whispered before sliding into her in probably the only gentle thrust of the night, and well, we're back to the beginning.

Wanda being fucked roughly on the counter in the kitchen while trying to keep the two guests in the living room.

She doesn't know, or think she doesn't know, at least not consciously about how that toy ended up inside your pants. She doesn't think about it, nor about when your hips start to buck and how when you come first, she can feel something hot squirting inside her. She can only mew in arousal, feeling your weight fall on her as you return your movements, faster than before making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. Your mouth finds hers again, and you swallow every dirty moan she lets out as she finally reaches her climax a moment later.

The kitchen, perhaps the whole city, shakes with the force of this orgasm. Wanda doesn't notice, but you're kind of mesmerized by the whole thing. She doesn't even realize she has lost control, still panting and soft under your body but you hear footsteps approaching.

It's your powers that keep the kitchen door tightly shut, and Wanda blinks exhaustedly at the knocks.

"I'll tell them dinner's canceled." You murmur, kissing her cheek before pulling out, the act drawing a gasp from the other. Wanda forces her body to react when you make mention of moving away, her legs hooking behind your knees while she gestures in the air with her fingers glowing red.

"They'll find their way on their own." That's what she says before pressing her mouth to yours again. You smiled into the kiss, saving a mental note to comment that you'd probably lose your job for this. But those were problems for later; right now, you were focused on your darling wife moaning on your tongue.

Your kisses descended to her collarbone, marking the skin gently as Wanda struggled to breathe. Your body soon followed the lead, and you ended up on your knees on the kitchen floor with your face between her legs, taking a moment just to admire the image of Wanda's pussy leaking your mixed cum. 

Your breathing against her was driving her crazy, she moved her hips forward, one of her hands grabbing a handful of your hair and trying to pull you in, but you fought back. Wanda meowed in protest.

"Please." It didn't sound much like begging, and you raised your eyes to her. Wanda blushed heavily at the image but tried to bait you by moving her free fingers to her own pussy, spreading the wetness before sinking a finger in. She whimpered before teasing; "Come on baby, I know you want a taste."

You bite your tongue, but you can't contain the shuddering of your body and Wanda smiles at you, a finger teasing its way in. You try not to fall for it but she mewls as she pushes her finger further inside and you curse quietly before you take action. Your hand pushes hers away, and you sink your face into her pussy before Wanda can complain; she chokes on a moan, her back arching on the counter as you eat her out in hungry determination. Your hands grip her thighs wide open and Wanda struggles to control the sounds, trying to find some ground as she clutches your hair, but all it serves for is to keep your head in place as she grinds harshly against your face.

She is almost robbed of her orgasm the next moment when there is a knock at the back door. It's she who is startled, failing in her movements towards your face, but you groan in frustration at the interruption and instead of stopping the whole thing, the vibration takes Wanda over the edge, and she has to cover her mouth with her hand to avoid the sound that escapes her as the climax washes over her.

She's still trembling on the counter when you stand up, a mess of cum running down your chin that you wipe off with the back of your hand, which Wanda watches with exhausted eyes as you lick it clean a moment later.

"I'll send her away." You mutter, evidently against your will to get off her. When Wanda mentions protesting, you offer her a wink, your hands busy hiding the toy back in your pants. " We'll carry on upstairs."

She tries to stand up on shaky legs while you answer the back door to the nosy neighbor. By now, Wanda's mind is so dizzy from a good fuck that she doesn't even care if Agnes was able to hear anything.

[spencerreidenjoyer]

take care of you | spencer reid x reader

Sometimes, Spencer needs you to take care of him.

wc: 3k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: submissive!spencer, s2/glasses spencer, pegging, face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus (fem!reader)

a/n: couldn't stop thinking about spencer in glasses getting absolutely wrecked. i love him so much!!!! (you can also find this fic on ao3!)

You can tell how much Spencer needs this. He’s been stressed out from work – sure, his job is always kind of stressful, but he looks so exhausted that you feel it in your bones.

Spencer’s never been good at asking for help, either. But the sluggish way he’s been moving around lately, his eyebags somehow even darker than usual, even Penelope texting you after a rough case to take care of Spencer: they all tell you that Spencer needs you more than ever.

“Hi, my love,” you greet from the couch when he opens the door. 

Spencer jumps slightly, perhaps not expecting you to be home when he’d gotten to the apartment. He relaxes quickly enough, his tight-set features easing up as he sees you. He smiles, kicking off his shoes, and is quick to let you wrap your arms around him. He melts into your grasp. 

“Hey,” Spencer says in a soft voice, but he hugs you so tight you feel a little breathless. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love,” you hum into his neck, nose ticklish from how his hair is growing out, curling beautifully at the nape of his neck. “Rough day?”

“That’s an understatement,” Spencer sighs. “God, I needed this.”

While you’ve been dating for more than a year, Spencer being happy to touch you always makes you feel proud – it reminds you that you’re special to Spencer, that Spencer trusts you. 

“I know, sweetheart,” you say softly, your hand petting his soft hair. “Do you want– Do you need me to take care of you tonight? To shut your brain off for a little bit?”

Spencer’s sharp intake of breath is loud in the otherwise silent apartment. He pulls away, wet, brown eyes looking into yours. “You– Really? How did you–”

“I guessed you needed it,” you say, reaching to hold his hands in yours. “Do you need that?”

“Yes, please.” Spencer’s voice is practically a whisper. 

“Come on, love,” you smile, tugging him into the bedroom.

You take care of him like this: taking off his tie, undoing the buttons of his shirt, kissing him as you undo his belt and push his slacks off. Spencer is laid on the bed for you, only in his underwear, laid out bare for you.

Spencer looks so cute wearing his glasses, and you tell him that when he moves to take them off. He blinks at you. “Do you want me to keep them on?”

“Yeah,” you say, grinning. “Makes you look extra fuckable.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, smiling, but Spencer’s mouth falls open in a gasp as your hand reaches for his cock, touching him through his briefs. His cock jumps at your touch. 

You sigh contentedly. “You’re so pretty like this, Spence.”

He whimpers, lower lip pulled between his teeth. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I just want to take care of you, love.” You hum, meeting Spencer’s eyes as you slip your hand down the waistband of his underwear, wrapping your hand around him. 

“Oh–” He moans at the contact, hips instinctively bucking up into your touch. “Mmm, please.”

“Want me to fuck you, baby?” 

Spencer nods, but you can tell he’s still on edge, attempting to give up control. He’s never been too good at that.

You lean forward to kiss him. He moans, kissing you back quickly enough, desperate and hungry. He needs you, wants you, and the attention makes you preen.

You’ve pushed Spencer’s underwear down by now, unabashedly stroking his fully-hard cock. He’s leaking all over your hand now, so the slide of your hand on him is easy. His moans against your lips turn you on to no end, getting him off while he’s like this almost feels like your duty. 

“Come on, baby,” you murmur as you pull away. You’re met with a whine from Spencer, like he’s too far gone to realise you plan to give him more, instead of just taking his pleasure away from him. 

This is good. His colleagues have always joked that Spencer’s IQ drops when he’s around a pretty girl. Maybe you’ll be able to stop his overthinking mind tonight.

“Oh, don’t pout, darling,” you coo, finding it amusing how Spencer is basically throwing a fit over how you’ve stopped kissing him, stopped touching him. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

Spencer’s face is red in an instant, like he’s shocked at the sudden brazenness of it all. He pulls his lips into a thin line, sheepish, but he nods. You smile and say, “Then let me get ready for you, darling.”

He finally lets you go, but his eyes are wide and wet as he looks up at you, as you stare down at him. He looks like he wants to ask you something, but can’t find the words. “Tell me what you want, Spence.”

“I want– Can I touch myself? While– While you get ready?” He’s tripping over his words, and you feel like screaming into your hands just because he’s so cute. 

“Yes, darling. Don’t make yourself cum just yet, though,” you hum. “Wanna see you cumming on my cock.”

Spencer lets out a whimper, nodding as he wraps his hand around himself in an instant. He’s desperate, needy, and you feel so crazy about him that you feel the adrenaline in your veins as you get your harness out. Your hands shake as you attach your pink, sparkly dildo to your harness, as you take your clothes off (Spencer stares at you, making you feel so desired), strapping your harness on tight. 

In your bra with a dildo strapped to yourself, you sit between Spencer’s legs, spreading for you as he lays back on the bed you share. Lube is squeezed into your fingers, you warm it up between your thumb and index. You notice the way Spencer isn’t fully out of it yet, not in the way you want him to be.

So, leaning forward, you take Spencer’s cock between your lips, enveloping him in wet heat inch by inch. You watch his face morph with pleasure, perfectly ruined by your mouth. He always gets like this when your mouth is on him, loses his mind a little, loses the words to verbalise his pleasure. (And he always has the words.)

Spencer lets out an open-mouthed gasp, delicate and needy. His large hand comes up to his face, pushing his glasses up like he needs to get a better look at you. Spencer is desperate, eager, hips stuttering up into your mouth. You push his hips down with a firm hand. He moans.

You take the lead as you suck him off, acting more of a distraction as you rub your fingers over his hole, slick with lube as you get him to ease up. Spencer’s always been stubborn, but when you have him like this, he gives in rather easily. 

“Fuck, please, please,” Spencer’s begging now, and you’re so turned on you feel your head spin, your heart pounding in your chest. You slip a finger in, giving Spencer the pleasure he needs, and he moans so sweetly you feel like you need to fuck him right now. 

Now that he’s a little less on edge, you pull off of him, focusing on fingering Spencer. You work him open rather meticulously, coaxing him open slowly. When Spencer’s in a headspace like this he gets needy and a little helpless, letting you take the lead (and not helping much). He whimpers and gasps as you fuck one finger into him, then two, hitting that sweet spot inside of him as you get him to relax. His cock twitches with every stroke of your fingers, leaking pathetically all over his soft stomach.

“Feels good, darling?” you hum.

Spencer moans. “Yes, so good. I– So good.”

“So pretty for me, Spence,” you sigh, smiling up at him. You slip a third finger into him and he cries out so pathetically you feel like you’re losing your mind. “You sound so pretty too.”

“Fuck,” Spencer gasps, as your fingers work inside of him. His face is pushed into the pillow underneath him, his glasses sitting awkwardly from the angle. He’s wiggling his toes, writhing, and you can tell that he wants more. He tries to say something else, but it comes out garbled. 

You pull your fingers out, and when Spencer whines from the loss, you coo, “Okay– Okay, darling. I’m going to fuck you, okay?”

You press a kiss to the soft skin of his inner thigh, and when you look up at Spencer, he smiles so wide. You want to kiss him. You pucker your lips at him obnoxiously, and he giggles. 

Getting on your knees between his legs, you slick up your strap with more lube. Spencer is sickeningly adorable as he watches you stroke the dildo, a perversion of the way it usually goes. Spencer looks enthralled, as if you stroking yourself is doing something for him, even if it doesn’t do anything for you. You smirk at him, and his cheeks flush.

You wrap your hand around Spencer’s cock and stroke his cock with whatever’s left on your hand. The extra slick slide aided by the lube makes Spencer jolt and buck his hips, your hand feeling particularly amazing on him. 

“Come on, baby,” you coo, as you press the blunt head of your strap to Spencer’s hole. “You’re gonna take me in so well, aren’t you, Spence?”

Spencer is all gangly limbs, but he’s so desperate that he feels so small underneath you. His cock is leaking, and his flush has moved from his face all the way down to his chest, which rises and falls as he breathes hard. His gorgeous, lovely eyes don’t leave your frame. No matter what, he looks at you like you hung the stars.

“I will,” Spencer says softly, adoration in his tone. He’s holding his breath, cheeks flushed, eyes wide as he looks up at you. You smile at him, before you press your strap into him. His mouth falls open and his eyes flutter shut, gasping as he feels you inside of him.

You press into him so slow, taking your time, your head spinning with how pretty Spencer looks under you. While you always enjoy the sight of Spencer on top of you, he’s gorgeous like this too. Spencer’s always a little timid, submissive for sure. You find it cute. Sometimes, taking care of him like this just makes sense.

You watch as Spencer swallows you up greedily, the length of your strap disappearing inside of him. He shudders as you press your hand down on his lower abdomen, the softness of his stomach grounding you as you start to piston your hips. “Is that good, darling? Feels good?”

He nods hastily with a whimper. The bottoms of his glasses have fogged up, with the gentle sheen of sweat on Spencer’s skin and how warm his face must be by now. He’s sinfully innocent, and you resist the urge to bite him. 

Instead, you wrap your hand around his cock. He moans loudly, eagerly. You curse, your own arousal heightening even with the lack of physical touch. You keep thrusting into him, getting off on the way Spencer squirms and whines. “You sound so pretty like this, Spence.”

“Please,” Spencer groans, his voice coming out whiny and broken. “I’m so close, I wanna–”

“Already?” You feign your disappointment, even though you can’t blame Spencer for being needy in the slightest, especially since you’ve made it so easy for him to let himself go tonight. “I’ve barely had my fun with you, baby.”

He gasps, hurried and desperate: “I– I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

To be fair, you weren’t planning on denying Spencer of an orgasm, but you’re more than happy to take Spencer up on that offer.

You grin. “Cum for me then, Spence.”

You watch his features scrunch up with pleasure as his orgasm hits him, his load splattering all over his stomach, dribbling down your knuckles as you stroke him through it. It’s adorable, the way his hips stutter, the way his mouth falls open in little, incoherent gasps as he orgasms.

You feel like you could admire him like this forever, the softness of his frame and features, the gentleness as he catches his breath. He’s gorgeous, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. Spencer smiles once he catches your eye, sheepish at your intense gaze and the attention you’ve given him. 

Sitting up, Spencer’s hands reach for your waist, fumbling to undo your harness. It’s adorable, and you rest your hand on his to get his attention. He looks up at you, hair messy, eyes wide. You kiss him softly, slowly, Spencer reaching up to cup your cheek as he kisses you back sweetly. 

You feel the harness loosening around your hips on the left side of your body, and it makes you pull away with a grin. “Multitasking, I see.”

“I want to make it up to you, my love,” Spencer says quietly, earnest. “I’m just in a hurry to get to it.”

You laugh, kissing the corner of his grin once more before you let him get back to undoing your harness. You take your panties off, tossed aside to be dealt with later, and Spencer dips his fingers between your legs. You feel his long digits swipe at the wetness that’s gathered there already. “You’re so perfect.”

“How do you want me, darling?” you hum, moaning softly as his fingers start to rub at your clit. 

“Like this.” Spencer lays back, pulling you forward by your thighs, until your body is hovering over his neck, just enough where you can meet Spencer’s eyes. 

“Oh,” you say. “You- You’re sure?”

“I’m positive. I want you to sit on my face,” Spencer says simply, and you feel like melting. Sure, you’ve been together a long time, but you can’t help but feel a little self-conscious, being close to Spencer like this. Will you be too heavy? What if you suffocate him, or worse, crush his neck? He can clearly tell you’re overthinking it, because he adds, “Come on. Please?”

“This is one hell of a way of making it up to me,” you laugh. 

Spencer’s completely serious about it, though, as he furrows his brows. “I mean it. You’re not going to hurt me. It’s statistically improbable that you’d break my neck or something. You’ll feel good, and I will too. I’ll be careful if you’re worried.”

“Okay,” you say softly, feeling slightly more comforted by Spencer’s words. He presses a kiss to your thigh, smiling up at you.

Spencer pulls you closer, urging you to sit down. You don’t put your full weight down on him at first, but the way he pulls you down onto him startles you, so you can’t even attempt to control how hard you sit on his face. He moans when you’re seated, as you feel his lips between your legs, his nose nudging at your clit. His glasses are askew on his face but it’s too late for Spencer to take them off, and it doesn’t look like he cares to, either.

Spencer’s a god at giving head – Lord knows where he learned that from – but it’s even better when he’s needy. The best orgasms you’ve had were after Spencer was particularly worked up, extra needy over you, and dove between your legs like his life depended on it.

Today is somehow even better.

Maybe he’s made pliant by the way you fucked him earlier, but it feels so right, the way Spencer coaxes your hips forward. With his glasses digging into your thighs and his arms hooked around your legs, Spencer pulls you towards him, letting you ride his face to get you off. It’s like he needs to make you cum, like he can’t carry on if he didn’t.

There’s an added desperation you feel, deep-seated in your bones, wanting Spencer to pleasure you like you did with him. It’s never been transactional with Spencer, both of you naturally wanting to please – but Spencer is so sweet and kind with you, and you’re turned on to no end because of him. 

You feel his tongue lap at you, over your leaking hole, over your swollen clit. You feel so loved, so taken care of, just like you took care of Spencer. You only see the rims of his glasses, his brows furrowed and his eyes presumably squeezed shut as he eats you out, but God, you adore him. 

“Please, Spence,” you moan. You feel like you can’t explain it, but you ramble, “Feels so good, you’re– You’re so good for me, baby.”

He moans, pulling you closer to him like he can’t get enough of you. You’re afraid he won’t be able to breathe, but he’s doing just fine burying his head between your legs, giving you everything you need. He pleasures you like he needs it too. 

Everything is just right, his eagerness to make you orgasm, coupled with the way your head is spinning from his lovely submissiveness from earlier. Spencer is perfect, and you think you should do this more often.

You rock your hips forward, letting his hands guide you through the motions. He’s got a one-track mind, only focused on your pleasure, and you’re shaking with your orgasm before you even know it. You cry out as your orgasm wracks through your whole body, your thighs clamping down on Spencer’s face. His own moans are muffled between your legs, which push you further over the edge. You ride out your orgasm just like that, with Spencer whimpering as you use him. 

You put Spencer out of his misery when your hips slow to a stop, pulling back as you roll onto the mattress next to him. He looks like he’s in bliss, like he could’ve died happy between your legs. He turns to look at you, the lower half of his face wet with slick, his glasses sitting skewed on his nose. He swoons, “You’re the love of my life.”

You laugh, swatting at his chest playfully. “I know, darling.”

You lean over to rest your head on him contentedly. Unfortunately, despite how satisfied (and admittedly tired) you are from tonight, Spencer seems to have other ideas.

“You’re hard again,” you note, eyebrow raised curiously.

Spencer smiles sheepishly. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Let me take care of you, then.” With your hand skirting down his stomach, you press your lips to his, with his sticky chin and all.

“Happily,” Spencer grins.

[thegnomelord]

you have me thinking about pregnant sex with gaz 🥵🫶🏼

Fuuuck dude your Kirby looking ass is unlocking kinks I didn't even know I had

CW:NSFW, MDNI FTM Gaz/domtop Mreader, pregnant sex, quick and rough.

Gaz loves you with all his heart. You're the love of his life, his lighthouse and his anchor, the father of the children growing inside him (yes, children, a healthy pair of twins Gaz feels is the universe's apology for him not getting pregnant the first time)

But by god he's ready to kill you in a hundred different ways.

Ever since his bump started to show you've been treating him like he's made of glass. Which, in of itself, isn't a bad thing — he loves it when you spoil him like he's your king, preening under every praise and leaning into your soft touches, the soft and loving kisses he rewards you with enough for you to continue to feed his gluttonous need for you as you roll your hips to push your cock into him in long even strokes, spooning him from behind so your hands can rub and caress his growing stomach, making love to him like you have all the time in the world.

But he's so god damn horny! There's always a lick of heat burning under his skin and the slow and careful way you fuck him just doesn't scratch his itch. He talks to you about it, but you're still hesitant to be rough with him, especially as he enters his second trimester and his stomach continues to grow to the point he doesn't fit into his pants anymore and Price forces him to desk duty.

It's the lack of action that wears down his quickly dwindling patience. He tries to distract himself with exercise but that's hard to do when there's two tiny humans using his organs as punching bags and making him go to the bathroom every 5 minutes.

So he nearly pounces on you when you return to your shared room in the evening, but you're faster than him, unknowingly calming his nerves with your warm embrace and kisses. "Hello papa." You hum into his neck, your hands naturally falling to massage his bump. "Did you lot miss me?" And that loving look you give him reignites his need.

"Do you even have to ask?" Gaz growls and pulls you down by the collar into a demanding kiss. Using your distraction he pushes you until you tumble down onto the bed, quickly taking his position in your lap. "You-" Kyle grins down at you wolfishly, his hands on your shoulders keeping you laying down, "- are going to let me do this an' anything you say will be used against you."

"Sir," You say, breathless, your eyes just as dark and dilated as his, "I just got really hard."

"Good man." Gaz purrs and kisses you. It doesn't take much to get you two out of your clothes, your sweat slick skins rubbing together as he rides you. The position is a little awkward as he uses your bent knees to balance himself, his stomach pressing against your abdomen as he rides you. He's huffing and puffing like a racehorse, already losing steam even as his cunt flutters around your cock.

"Come on daddy," He moans and rocks his hips, "Put another one in me," He urges you on, and you don't know what comes over you but you grip his hips firmly and thrust up the next time he lowers himself onto your cock, forcing the most beautiful sounds out of his throat.

"Oh- fuck, yes, yes, yes!" He groans, gripping your knees in a white knuckled grip as he bounces on your cock. He looks so handsome like this, eyes closed and mouth open to moan freely as his belly gently bounces with your thrusts. You can't keep your hands off it, something about seeing him heavy with your young has you harder than you've ever been.

Your kiss is just as desperate as his had been when you finally push him into an orgasm, the clenching of his hole pulling you down into your own orgasm. "God, that was so good lovie." He whispers against your lips, his eyes going wide when you don't stop and buck your hips into him again.

"Said you wanted me to put another one in you." Is all you say as you roll your hips, your cock somehow still hard. His cunt flutters around you, wet and sloppy with his slick and your cum mixing between you two.

You really are the love of his life.

Taglist: @dead-end-stuff

[actuallysaiyan]

'Til You Cannot Speak(Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, PERIOD SEX, PERIODS, MENSTRUATIONS, BODILY FLUIDS, BLOODY SEX, cannot stress that enough, Sukuna is FILTHY, unprotected sex, creampies, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral, bloody oral, PERIOD SEX!!!!, kind of AU since Sukuna isn't in Yuji's body

word count: 1.4k

pairings: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

He’s kind of tired of listening to you bitch and complain about your cramps. Every time it’s your time of the month, you get so bitchy. He knows you can’t really help it, but he also knows that he has everything in his powers to be able to help you. And still you’d rather complain and play coy instead of just coming out to ask him. 

So one night, while you’re a few days into your period, you’re lying on the bed after a bubble bath to try and ease your cramps. Sukuna comes in after you and he sees you lying there, just basically being offered up to him. He licks his lips and saunters over to you, pressing one of his hands on the back of your thigh.

“Sukuna!” you squeak, pulling out one of the earbuds in your ear that is presently entertaining you. “You’re home early,”

He smirks, “Awh, you been missin’ me?”

You roll over on your back, your pretty doe eyes looking up at him. He’s so hooked on the way you always look at him like he’s your god, which he pretty much is. You nod your head, then you tell him how much you’ve missed him. He smirks once more, then licks his lips as he begins to spread your thighs.

“How about I make it up to you, pretty little slut?”

Your cheeks redden, “W-wait, you know I’m on my period.” 

Sukuna laughs, “That hasn’t stopped me before, and it won’t now.”

With your cheeks burning even more, Sukuna crawls onto the bed. He rips that little fluffy towel off your pretty body, and he gets quite the eyeful. He almost gets love drunk on seeing you naked. His cock gets so hard as you whimper. His knuckles brush against your glistening cunt, and he groans as he sees the slight pink tinge in the wetness.

“You think a little blood will keep me away from your sweet cunt?”

His words make butterflies flutter in your tummy. You’ve never been with someone who was so willing to fool around when you were on your period, yet you know that Sukuna isn’t just any somebody. He is the king of curses after all. You feel him rubbing your folds with his fingers now, just making you leak out even more of your nectar. Then he leans in, his tongue stretched to taste that first flow of your juices.

“Mmmm, you taste so sweet. My little slut always tastes so good.”

You whine and buck your hips up, hoping to get just a bit more stimulation. A gasp is ripped from you as Sukuna pushes you down on the bed forcefully and he bites your inner thigh. He looks up at you, a warning look glowing in those eyes of his.

“Don’t be fuckin’ greedy, got it?” Sukuna warns, and you know he will not warn you again. “Don’t be a fuckin’ brat. I’m helping you out.”

“‘M sorry, Sukuna. Just…it feels so good.”

He laughs at you, mocking your cute little noises. He always loves having you at his mercy. He knows he can be rough with you as much as he wants. Right now, he wants to lose himself in the taste of your bloody cunt. Sukuna isn’t sure if you taste sweeter when you’re on your period or when you’re ovulating. Either way, he always gets to taste you.

A growl rumbles through his chest as he continues to lap at you, and all the dirty and filthy things he says gets muffled by your slick. He loves to talk with his mouth full, His eyes flicker up your body and he’s filled with this excitement and giddiness when he sees just how fucked out you are just with him licking your pussy.

“How cute,” he praises in a mocking tone. “Don’t tell me you’re going to tap out already,”

You whine, “N-no, ‘want more, please.”

He pulls away from you, and you see just how wild and feral he looks. There’s blood dripping down his chin and he doesn’t even wipe it away. Instead, he pushes your legs so that your knees are pressed against your chest. Sukuna smirks at the gorgeous way you just open up for him, even when you’re bleeding like this.

“Just like a bitch in heat, hm? You’re always so obedient,”

The words go straight to your swollen clit, and Sukuna giggles darkly when he sees how your pussy is just twitching only from the filthy words he says to you. He loves that he has this effect on you. With one hand, he keeps your legs pushed up and with the other, he opens his pants. Your eyes widen when you see his thick cock spring out, and you feel your mouth water at the sight of him even if you’ve seen him a million times.

“Heheheh, good girl…yes, such a good girl for me.”

Sukuna strokes his cock a little lazily, and he watches you squirm to try and get closer to him. He knows that you crave a good fuck whenever you’re on your period. Something about your hormones changing and the pain in your body. You just want to be able to relax and feel good. Sukuna knows he’s got a duty to keep his little lover pleasured and fucked out whenever you’re in this state.

You gasp as you feel his cock bullying its way into you, and you cling to him as he bottoms out in one quick thrust. He smirks at your cute little expression. It’s hard sometimes for him not to just blow his load right then and there when you look so damn adorable. Even if he did cum quickly, he knows he can just keep going and going. 

“Mmmm, fuck you feel good,” Sukuna mumbles, and he begins pressing kisses all over your neck.

His hips rock fast and hard, his pelvis basically digging into yours as he pounds himself into you. The whole time, your juices and period blood just gets smeared all over his lower abdomen. Sukuna’s eyes snap down to where the two of you are connected and he couldn’t be happier with the sight of the mess he’s creating with you.

“Yes! YES! That’s it!” He cries out, his voice full of lust.

You can barely hang on. Every thrust has his cock sliding so deep inside of you. It bruises your sweet spot and cervix, rendering your brain into mush. You can’t even think straight. You’re just letting him fuck himself into you, over and over. There is an obvious sound of wet skin slapping together as Sukuna fucks you fervently.

“Gonna pump my seed into you,” he purrs in your ear. “Wouldn’t you love that?”

You whimper, “Please, ‘kuna…”

He chuckles, “Nah, I need you to tell me what you need. Use those words, baby girl.”

You swallow hard, your brain trying to catch up with the information you're receiving. Your orgasm is impending, and you find it hard to say anything to Sukuna as you feel the pleasure building so deep in your tummy. You lick your lips a few times, and Sukuna goads you on to tell him what you want.

“N-not fair, ‘m gonna cum…”

He enjoys seeing you like this. He loves to fuck you stupid until you can’t even think straight. One of his hands slides down your body to begin rubbing your swollen and aching clit.You yelp as the pleasure builds to something so intense, you’re panting and begging and not even making much sense as you babble on about how you’re cumming and how good it feels.

As your silky walls begin milking Sukuna, he feels his own climax coming on. He can’t keep his eyes to one place for long, as all of it is so debaucherous and filthy. Your little hole is leaking such beautiful fluids along with that sweet menstrual blood. And your face is so cute as you are already fucked out.

“Tell me you want my cum! Say it now!” Sukuna growls, and you shudder.

“I need it, ‘kuna. Wanna be filled with your cum.”

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s exploding so deep inside of you. The filthiest growls and groans come from him, and he begins to tell you how good your little cunt is. He fucks his cum so deep inside of you, pushing it deeper and deeper until he rides out his high. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls out and begins rubbing his blood-soaked cock to your folds.

“What a good girl you are,”

[transbunnyboi]

Okokokokok I have to detail this because its still fresh in my brain and I don't wanna forget it so !!!! ALSO This is gonna be a long post sooo!!! So what happened was, we were talking about automatic pianos and he said had one and that he could show it to me because he had it in his apartment. So we go and THIS DUDE ACTUALLY HAS ONE I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PLOY TO GET ME TO HIS PLACE BUT NO. So he shows it to me and we talk about that and other stuff for a while and he asks if I wanna stay over for a bit and watch something with him so I agree and we get on the couch and I'm a feral idiot and I asked "Oh so is this when you pretend to yawn so you can pull me in for a kiss?" and we. Ended up making out on his couch without even turning the TV on >//////<

He just tastes soooo so so so good aaaaa I'm blushing just thinking about him!!!! You guys already know how I am and how feral I've been recently so I actually was very uhmmmmm rough with him kinda slightly a little bit (I pushed him down and got on top of him while kissing him and he bit my lip and it bled anddhfgsgdfjhgf >/////< !!!!!) and he kept calling me a pretty boy and oughhhhhhh (btw he really likes the colour brown, everything in there was like being at a really old dude's place. OKAY. I will say this in the middle of describing sex. His place is kinda exactly how someone would expect a professor's house to be. Like. It's like looking up dark acidemia on Pinterest and selecting the first image to be your entire house 😭 he also has old Halloween decorations still up 😭 this dude) ANYWAYS So I, a WHORE, started begging him to fuck me and I ended up with my pants and underwear at my ankles and him on his knees without his shirt and he… wasn't very good at oral but that's alright because his tongue felt really really good inside of me and he kept saying I tasted good sdfhgjsdgjfhd, and when his jaw got tired he leaned his head against my thigh and started stretching my boycunt with his fingers and then after a bit of that he went back to sucking my tdick. And okay. Okay. This is the part I. omfg.

He pulled back again and looked up at me and there was blood all over his lips and I guess it turns out that he ?? accidentally cut me or scraped against me too hard or something with his nails (his fingers are so big) or something but I didn't feel it at all and so I got kinda embarrassed and I started apologising and this bitch goes "It's okay, I like the taste of blood." AND WENT BACK IN AND OH MY GODDD Eventually he stands up and I'm practically frothing at the mouth because I can see how hard he is in his pants and I'm praying that he'll fuck me because my boycunt is literally stretched and my thighs are spread open for him but he ends up sitting next to me and pulling me onto his lap (having me face away), and this bastard moved my hair slightly and started biting me and. I haven't mentioned the fact that I get VERY limp with love bites, my entire body gets really really weak because my neck is extremely sensitive and dhsgdjfhgdhfg

And he starts asking me random fucking questions and I can't even respond because of the fact that I can fucking hear him biting and sucking on my neck and I'm WHIMPERING and squirming so fucking much and he fucking laughs slightly and makes fun of me for not being able to talk and fucckhdfgjdhgsjhdgf After me begging for so fucking fucking long he finally fucking buried his fingers back into my boycunt and hsdfghgfhjdsgfh gOd it felt so good and he kept palming my poor tdick and I swear to god it made up for him not being great at giving head I swear it felt so fucking good. His fingers felt so so so good inside my wet boycunt and he kept asking me questions about stupid shit and I couldn't pay attention at all and it felt so so fucking good !!!!!!!

two of the things that stuck out to me were "Does it feel good, baby? You're soaking my hand so well right now." And (this one made me whine and buck my hips sooo so much oguhh), "You always talk so much. What happened, honey?" AND OUGHHH FUCK. I feel the need to emphasise that he's. Southern. That he has a heavy southern accent, and a low voice. When I say that he fucking growled that petname in my ear I mean it, he fucking growled it and went back to biting my neck oughhh fucccck.

My cunt felt so fucking good and he ended up making out with me again before making me cum. He literally made me feel so fucking good and ough my god.

I asked if he wanted me to reciprocate but he said he didn't need it and we kissed for a really long time afterward and talked. I'm still at his place right now. I feel. Weird??? Idk just pray that he has like. idk a really weird hobby or is an actual murderer or something because I???? Idk aaaaaaaaaaaaa

[broodybuck]

Title: Camping Heat

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, daddy kink, public sex, handjob, exhibitionism, camping, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

"Don't walk away from me," Steve demands and with his order, he grabs Bucky by the back of his belt. But his hand is so large, his fingers dig under the waistband of Bucky's pants too and yank everything back with it. In consequence, Bucky's pants pull up his crack and hug his cock so tightly it makes a quiet whine fall out of him.

Steve must've heard because he purposely lines his crotch up against Bucky's backside while his other hand sneaks around Bucky's waist and down his groin.

Bucky gasps, the breath suddenly knocked out of him.

"Someone might see," Bucky whispers.

He peers around at the forest surrounding them. It appears empty, sounds quiet enough, but it still evokes a rush of adrenaline. Tons of people camp here, this is a public place.

Steve hums like the idea doesn't bother him and his hand rubbing up and down the front of Bucky's jeans tells Bucky he's not very keen on stopping any time soon.

"I don't hear anyone," Steve assures him. "You know I'd hear them."

Bucky does know how acute Steve's hearing is, but something tells him Steve wouldn't say anything even if he did pick up distant footsteps. But honestly, the thought makes Bucky's skin warm. And Bucky's body betrays him anyhow when his hips buck up into Steve's palm wanting more of that sweet friction he's teasing him with.

"I didn't mean to turn you on, baby," Steve says sounding almost apologetic.

"Steve," Bucky groans, grabbing onto to the forearm Steve has draped over him.

"Steve?"

Bucky bites his lip, he can't help when he thrusts up into Steve's hand again.

"Want to try that again?" Steve directs.

His hand cups Bucky firmly now and it feels so nice that Bucky moans out his answer.

"Daddy."

"There's my good boy," Steve smiles against his neck, Bucky can feel it, and the small kiss Steve leaves on the soft skin there.

Bucky moans again. There's no turning back now, he's fully hard. He needs this, needs Steve. He's about to beg, he can't help himself.

"Please."

"I got you, baby. Don't worry, no one's gonna see," Steve coos and guides Bucky over to a tree.

Bucky stands inches away from the trunk of the tree leaving just enough room for Steve to keep a hand on him and Steve's flush against his back. At least, there's a little privacy this way, Bucky thinks, but he also shudders when Steve opens his fly and pulls his cock out into the open air.

"Fuck," Bucky breathes.

Is it bad he almost wants someone to walk by — almost wants someone to see how well his daddy takes care of him?

Steve starts stroking him nice and slow. He hears Steve spit, feels the switch of his hand, and the natural lubricant makes the glide so much smoother on the next pull down his cock.

"No one's gonna see, baby," Steve says again, right by his ear where his breath blows hot. "Even if they did, they'd be jealous honey."

Bucky bites his lip. His hands fall forward, pressing into the rough bark of the tree. Steve keeps a steady motion.

"They'd be jealous of this gorgeous cock," he goes on, "cause you have the prettiest cock, baby. You know that?"

Bucky moans at the praise. He loves when Steve talks about how pretty it is.

"The prettiest, that's why I'm so lucky you're my baby boy. And I get to make you come every damn day."

"Daddy," Bucky mewls.

He's getting close especially with how Steve's talking and then he tightens his grip.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," Steve growls into his neck.

"Please daddy, fuck me"

"Can't," Steve says. "We haven't warmed you up and you're too close."

"'m not," Bucky lies — he's so damn close he's clenching every muscle trying to stave off his orgasm.

"You are," Steve chuckles darkly. "I always know, baby. You think I don't know this body? I always know."

Bucky lets out a wounded cry, his forehead drops against the wooden truck. He can't hold back much longer and Steve's words are making this even harder.

"Now come on, baby. Come for me. Right here, on this tree. Want everyone to see you mark it up," Steve purrs.

Bucky swears his body has an automatic response to Steve telling him to come. And with how tense he is trying to last, the second Bucky relaxes he comes so fast, his thighs shake with it. He moans loudly, slumping forward, nearly hugging the tree with Steve behind him still pumping his cock. His release paints white streaks into the dark brown of the bark. And when Bucky's able to open his eyes and see it, yeah he can admit it looks damn pretty.

Panting against the tree with his cock hanging out makes Bucky feel like an animal. And god, he didn't even know he was into this. He wants more. Wants Steve to fuck him against the thing, in the dirt, in the ocean — anywhere people can see. He wants them to see just how good his daddy treats him.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

WIP Wednesday

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thank you my loves! 💖

i am having a really great time putting eddie through it in my 5+1 calls fic so have a taste

Eddie chuckles and braces one hand on the back of Chris’ head as he leans down to bury a kiss in Chris’ curls which smell like citrus and sweat and boy, a youth permeating from him that is so sweet and precious, conjuring images of grassy fields warmed by the Texas sun and rippling rivers and Eddie running with a laughing girl beside him.

It’s a youth he hopes never fades, a youth he has witnessed in Buck, clutched delicately between large, fragile hands, fluttering and glowing and transparent, so Eddie knows it is something that can endure and by god Eddie will do everything in his power to make sure it does in his son.

“I’m glad you're home,” Chris mumbles into his shirt, rubbing his head back and forth across the fabric in a cute little nuzzle.

A sharp pang echoes throughout Eddie, rolling around in between his bones, clanging like some kind of warning bell. He wonders if Chris still remembers or thinks about the days and nights when Eddie coming home wasn’t even a possibility, when he never even considered waiting or looking forward to his father walking through the door because he knew it wouldn’t happen.

Tears rise up into his throat, forcing it to close tight around the wild pressure of them. But they don’t swell in his eyes. It’s been a long time since that happened, since his tears started and ended in the place belong. His tears always begin in the pit of his stomach, pulled from the very core of him where he tries to keep them buried, yanked up by a rough fist that is shaped and scarred like his own, weaving between bruised flesh and cracked bone until the tears become lodged in his throat and he has to make the decision to let them go, to let them complete their journey and fall from his eyes, or swallow them back down into the pit he designed specifically for them.

Eddie swallows them.

“Glad to be home,” Eddie responds, words roughened by the scrape of tears they have to rake across in order to get out of his mouth. He pokes at Chris’ side to make him giggle, the sound so much more beautiful and cherished and sweeter than any that Eddie could release, and its flavor disintegrates his tears enough that the invisible, unmeasurable particles they are composed of go down easily.

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[danielsarmand]

writing pattern tag game

i wasn't tagged but i saw this circulating and i wanted to See; i'm bending the rules a little and making it a paragraph instead of a line

rules: list the first paragraph of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern.

Blitzø is curled up in a fetal position on a small corner of the couch. He’s hugging a pillow, burying most of his face in it as he stares at his phone’s screen with one eye only, almost as if he were afraid of it. [nuance, stolitz]

The rustling of leaves wakes Gale up, as it does most nights. Before Mystra, or rather before the Orb, he’d never had trouble sleeping. Even after, his constant search for a cure often left him exhausted well before dinnertime, head aching from all the information he’d forced himself to take in during the day. He slept heavy then, if not easy—a deep, dreamless slumber that temporarily stopped his body from craving, demanding. Threatening. [rustle, bloodweave]

When Atlas releases the pixie, Astarion can’t stop annoyance from bubbling to the surface. Curses get stuck in his teeth, almost out but not quite. He finds it harder to object to his questionable good deeds these days, and even when he does he tries not to be too rude about it. It doesn’t always work, but Gods, is he trying—and it’s worrisome. [lantern, tavstarion]

Gale loves books. He loves learning and, by extension, enjoys the feel of parchment under his fingertips, of pages upon pages of knowledge surrendering to his touch like a lover would to a gentle caress. [bookshelf, gale dekarios]

Buggy is many things. The Clown, the Flashy Fool, the Genius Jester. A trainwreck waiting to happen, a bomb about to go off, always a step away from something that could either ruin him or make him whole again—or both, in no particular order. He’s abrasive, determined, rough around the edges, but he knows how to show people a good time. When he wants to. If he feels like it. [stump, shuggy]

A gilded cage is still a cage, Helmeppo knows it. [cage, helmeppo]

To Helmeppo, Koby is the sun, blinding. [mutual pining, kobymeppo]

Buggy used to love to swim. [dried salt, shuggy]

At the bottom of the barrel, lid closed over him for the night, all Buggy can do is think. [barrel, implied shuggy]

In his mind, Buck is kissing him. [good things take time (great things take a little longer), buddie]

skipped over my recent fics in italian + my bostonnick which starts with a line from the trailer. i guess the most obvious pattern is that i tend to start with a one-line paragraph for emphasis lmao but also i am big on introspection and character studies so i generally focus on a single character’s inner turmoil i suppose. idrk who to specifically tag, but if you see this and you're a writer, consider yourself tagged!

[verdanabdit]

A bit of fellcest that I woke up thinking about. That one little piece from Trousledpelves's comic came back to me and I think we should utilize it more often.

Was mostly a vehicle to get to the last bit of dialogue. I don't know why I like that kind of thing.

~~~

Sans in heat and persistently begging for Papyrus to fuck him, but Papyrus keeps brushing him off because he's busy with other things. Eventually Sans is tired of being told no (they've been together for a while at this point), and knows Pap's been aroused as hell too, so he manages to knock him down and wrestle his pants down enough to ride him.

He goes wild and hard to scratch that itch inside. "* ahgnn! god! fuck!! you always hit the perfect spots in me, even like this... shit, y'know i even tried a buncha toys? how, how the hell is this so much better? you seen some'a the shit they make? hff, hha.... lucky ass divine dick-havin' bastard. better’n focus-tested, vibrating silicone. nnghh!! nnnah, guess i'm the lucky one then, yeah? get your cock all to m'self..."

Even though the praise makes him throb, Papyrus is still annoyed. "UGH, FOR-- ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH ME OR MY PENIS?"

"* hehh?" Sans pauses his bouncing, entwines their fingers on one hand, kisses him deeply. He pulls away to look down at their laps, eyelights slowly making their way back down from rolled into the back of his skull. He raises up a few inches to watch where they're joined--literally; the ghostly flesh is partially melded together, strands of it painlessly connecting and stretching. As he stays still, those strands waver a little almost like tendrils reaching out. "* looks like these two are in love, too." with his free hand, he runs a phalange along one of the strands, both of them feeling the gentle stroke, then lightly pinches at the juncture on Papyrus's side.

Surprised by just how odd and good that feels, Papyrus involuntarily bucks upward, drawing an embarrassingly loud moan from Sans, who tries to resume his earlier rough ride. But between the praise, the heated kiss, shared sensation and knowledge that they're literally connected, Papyrus is more than sufficiently wound up to finally be all in on giving Sans what he's been asking for all week. The rest of the babble he fucks out of his brother strokes his ego and stokes his love enough to keep him fueled for the whole night.

[trevisos]

In what ways do Tav!Xarrai and Durge!Xarrai differ from each other? Is there any overlap between their backstories? Are there any differences in their personalities, their relationships with the companions, and/or the way they chose to do things in the main story?

this is fun! the overlap in their backstories is more thematic than like, real overlap, though they do share a dream guardian for backstory reasons. they were both raised in dead three cults for the express purpose of fulfilling their gods’ designs, though the environments and techniques the two cults used obviously differ. the way i kind of look at it is tav!xarrai saw their chance to get out and took it and durge!xarrai stayed. which of course means than durge was like, deeply dedicated to bhaal and the cult and truly did want to make him proud (pre-tadpole at least) even if well… they’re still xarrai. and so they’re not going to be able to resist their rebellious streak especially when it came to gortash LMAO. they were always walking a fine line between feeling duty-bound to their father and the cult and their natural inclination to buck authority - though it helps that as the leader of bhaal’s cult, they were the authority. the cultists under them had a rough fucking go of it sometimes let me tell u LMAO they were still someone who is impulsive with an awful temper and prone to cruel jokes and in a world where they weren’t constantly trying to hold themself back from seizing power they r going to use that shit to the fullest.

before the tadpole i think they were fairly similar in terms of personality, though durge!xar let gortash take the lead on most of the political machinations. they made a good cult leader and are still very charismatic, but they were also busy with you know. murder shit. so gortash is still very much the face of the operation lol. i think he often told them they would make a good banite which is a funny little joke just for me :)

post-tadpole, losing their memories and being so unsure of what’s going on with them makes durge!xarrai more willing to look for help from others and makes them… idk a little more empathetic? they’re more likely to help someone who needs it without really expecting anything in return as compared to tav!xar who is like, deeply jaded and never turns down a chance for extortion lol. this also influences their relationships with companions - they're so desperate for someone to help them early on and so afraid of the urges that they keep up their whole chameleon manipulation routine for way longer. (tav!xar starts voicing their actual opinions with their companions partway through act 1, once they're pretty sure people like them enough, but it takes durge!xar until like last light to stop trying so damn hard lol). they're just kinda pathetic tbh. a sad wet beast of a man.

they do actually consider helping astarion ascend tho. like up until nearly the last minute they think about maybe helping him do it. they're clearly a danger to him and he's right that it would make him safer to be so powerful, and they're so desperate to be loved and nor feared that they're willing to set aside their own morals to see him fulfilled. they don't end up actually doing it (though it's not until they meet the caged spawn that they decide for certain) but it's a serious consideration. vs tav!xarrai who is like vehemently against it from day one and gets in multiple arguments with astarion about it.

[helluva-hazbin-fatties]

Charlie as you obviously were raised on Disney movies which is your favorite personally I have a soft spot for the rough gem Hercules

Uh oh, the anon activated Charlie's trap card, and now she's free to ramble about one of her favorite things ever.

"Ohhh, that's a really hard one to answer actually! Uhh...all the ages usually have one or two movies that really tickle my interest. In the original golden era, I have to give my first favorite to the first ever full length animated movie, Snow White! I love the songs, and the animation is still very charming to this day! My second favorite, I think could either go to Ba.mbi or Fa.ntasia, both have very stellar visuals that always make me feel like I'm in the world, experiencing what was happening!"

"The wartime package film era...not a very memorable era, but, I did enjoy the three caballeros! I haven't been up to date on a lot of Disney stuff, but I heard they've been using Jose and Panchito a lot recently!"

"Silver age, probably my favorite era in the company's history! I can't just pick one or two, they all have a soft spot in my heart! Though, if I gotta choose, I'd pick...Alice in Wonderland, just for the surreal visuals, and Lady and the Tramp just for being a cute love story...that and Vaggie totally got me with the whole spaghetti dinner bit one time."

"Bronze age, the era that took place after Wa.lts death. Boy, this one was a little rough, but there are some diamonds in there! Like the Great Mouse Detective and Robin Hood! Me personally, I loved Fox and the Hound, and the Aristrocats."

"The renaissance era..*chef's kiss*, definitely one of the best eras for the company...I agree with you on Hercules, that one is a fine gem, but, I'd have to give my favorite to the Little Mermaid, I just love the songs!"

"The post renaissance era, though...yiiiikes...there's a few stinkers, but you know what, I'm willing to defend Chicken Little. It isn't the best, but you know what, there are a lot worst animated parents out there than Buck Cluck, alright? Buck is at least trying. As for the movies, I'd give it to Emperor's new groove and Lilo and Stitch. I will say this though, as much as I don't like the live action remakes...I hope they give that attention to Treasure Planet and Atlantis, those movies deserve more love."

"And now, the present era! Things have been kind up and down, but there's still some good ones! Fro.zen, Princess and the Frog, and, the one that surprisingly ended up being my favorite, Wreck-It Ral.ph! It was so cute, and Sugar Rush...man, if a place like that existed, I don't think I'd want to leave! Oh! And Encanto! Encanto was a really good one, too!"

"Alright, thanks anon, but I gotta cut Charlie off here! And I swear to god, if you ask her about the pi.xar movies, I will find you..."

[theladyyavilee]

4x14 Buck snippet

for @skyhighrollins911 because she likes Buck whump and this is at least emotional whump xD 💕 and because her gorgeous, gorgeous edit reminded me of this scene I wrote over a year ago 💕💕💕 (even tho here Buck very intently refuses to look in the mirror, I think the sentiment is the same xD also yeaaah this is part of a bigger 4x14 buck fic that I don’t think I’ll ever finish aksdjfaskl 🙈)

It’s another second before Buck’s head snaps up to Bobby, adrenaline spiking sharp through his bloodstream.

“How did you know—how long was I—did they tell you—”

His voice grates against his throat and he’s not sure what he is really even try to ask for. All he knows is that Bobby wasn’t here earlier and that he lost all track of time since they wheeled Eddie away—but since Bobby is here now, time must have passed and what if he missed someone coming by with news about Eddie?

“No, hey, Buck, it’s been less than half an hour, Captain Mehta called me. When I got here all the information they had was that he’s in surgery and”—Bobby takes a breath that just barely shudders on the inhale—“they’re doing everything they can. They’ll let us know as soon as there is anything new.”

Everything they can.

Buck knows that phrase so well. Firefighters doing everything they can to find a missing kid in a burning building. Paramedics doing everything they can to save someone flatlining at a scene. Promising horrified family members that the doctors at the hospital will do everything they can to save their loved one.

Everything they can, because anything else would be an empty promise and they know better than to give those.

Everything you can, but sometimes nothing you can do ends up enough. And you are left with you best friends life spilled over your hands.

The memory of Eddie’s blood—warm and slick and so, so much—spilling between his fingers returns with full force and Buck can’t help looking down at his hands. The blood has dried now, rusty splatters that pull against his skin, starting to itch.

The smell hits Buck only a heartbeat later, coppery and metallic—and with it the memory of blood hitting his face, of Eddie’s eyes wide and locked on him before he falls. It’s a familiar smell—so much blood spilled every day they’re on the job—but now he can also taste it and it’s Eddie’s blood and his stomach turns.

“Hey! Buck, look at me,” Bobby implores and his voice is a familiar pull against the panic welling back up inside Buck’s chest. Bobby’s gaze is steady, his breathing is steady, his hands on Buck’s shoulders are steady. All of it helps to push back the horror trying to pull Buck apart. “There’s a bathroom right through these doors. I brought a spare shirt and you can get cleaned up and then we’ll go from there, alright?”

The fabric of the shirt that Bobby hands him is the familiar dark blue of an LAFD sweater – worn and soft against his fingers – and Buck almost sways with relief. Somehow he is up on his feet and somehow his legs manage to carry him through the doors that Bobby points him at, getting steadier with every step towards something he can do.

He catches sight of his face out of the corner of his eyes – red, red, red – and his gaze shies away from the mirror before he can help it. There is enough of it washing off his hands, the white porcelain of the sink showing it in stark contrast.

Once Buck starts scrubbing at the stains it’s almost impossible to stop again.

He turns the water up as hot as it will go and it burns against his hands, his cheeks, his neck. It’s a relief after the pull of drying blood against his skin and he keeps scrubbing long after the water starts running clear.

The shirt is next and it sticks to Buck’s skin in the places where the blood has almost fully dried and before he can really start thinking about it he is back to scrubbing, water a hot brand against everywhere Eddie’s blood is spilled onto his skin.

The fabric falls to the floor almost like an afterthought.

It takes all he has to keep his breathing steady, to stop his hands from shaking, to stop the incessant scrubbing against skin that is now red only because of the flush from the scalding hot water.

The memory of blood between his fingers is harder to wash away than the actual blood itself it turns out.

The worn fabric of Bobby’s sweater is soft against his irritated skin as Buck shrugs it on, smells familiar of the detergent Bobby and Athena use, the same one Maddie uses as well. It helps more than he expected it to, makes him feel a little less alone.

A little less like he is being pulled under by the tide.

Buck steels himself against it, turns to make his way back towards Bobby.

The white and red of the shirt crumpled on the floor between him and the door stops him short again.

He gets one moment of just blissfully unaware confusion, before he realizes the error of his thoughts.

Of course.

Buck hadn’t yet been wearing his uniform when Eddie caught him and Chimney before their shift. And he is mostly used to the sight of the dark shadow of blood against the blue of their uniforms. Somehow the sight of it splattered in stark contrast all over his white shirt is so much worse.

It pulls him back to Eddie standing in front of him and Chimney—both of them relaxed in their pre-shift banter. An Eddie so full of nervous energy and righteous indignation, but so vibrant and alive with it—and god it can't have been more than an hour, maybe an hour and a half ago but it feels like years have passed since. It already has the air of a distant memory, blurry with carefreeness and the inherent softness of happy memories.

Buck remembers looking at Eddie, worried about Charlie and ready to do whatever it takes to keep the kid safe. Remembers thinking with warmth filling his chest how much Eddie always cares, remembers thinking You're such a Dad at his best friend.

His mind rips him from the memory with a pull that he can almost feel like a painfully physical tug in his chest.

Eddie is a dad.

Christopher.

Oh god.

[manias-wordcount]

Pretty in Pink (Vi)

Kinktober 2022 Day Four: Lingerie

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You don’t think you’ve ever seen her so pent up before. 

Her murmurs are soft against your skin. Dirty words of praise mixed with promises of what she’s going to do to you over and over again as soon as she’s gotten her fill. Heated and heavy breathes against your shoulder as she delivers open-mouth kisses to the most sensitive spots on your neck. Meanwhile, you can’t help but let your head fall back upon her shoulder as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth falls open to let forth your endless gasps of pleasure. She always found a way to get you just so loud and needy. You’re just glad you finally got her to break her composure. As much as you loved her for who she was…

 …you had always wanted to see her as depraved as you get when you’re with her. 

 “You so fucking pretty,” Vi’s voice is so hushed it’d be almost impossible to hear if it weren’t for how close she holds you to her. But you’re able to hear the desire dripping through her words at every syllable. It makes you feel good. It makes you feel wanted. Now, more than ever even. Like you’re the prettiest girl in the Underground instead of some nobody wrapped up in her girlfriend's arms inside the nearest Love Motel you both could find.“God, where did you find this?”

 It wasn’t a surprise that she was talking about your current little lingerie get-up that you had specifically picked out for her. Still, you couldn’t help but let out a near silent gasp as her fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties before snapping it against your hip. But before you know it, her hand is back to cupping your covered cunt, slowly rubbing while grinding her palm into your clit just enough to make you feel something. At the same time, the arm wrapped around the front of your lower torso just to lock you in place against her chest is reaching up, up, and up. Predictively, her hand finds one of your breasts and takes no time eagerly playing with your pebbled nipple through your dress. 

 You had a feeling this would be the type of reaction you got once you told your girlfriend about your latest purchase. A visit to Piltover spent well, you realized as soon as you saw your girlfriend’s expanding pupils and darkening look as you explained to her what you had bought. After that, it wasn’t long before you found yourself being shoved into a motel room bathroom and being told not to come out until you’re dressed in something a little more appropriate for the occasion. And it really wasn’t long before you’re getting jumped by your girlfriend and dragged to the bed when she saw how it looked on you. 

 The pink little baby doll dress the saleswoman pitched to you was the perfect choice. It was a soft, light color, and the fact that it was a mixture of both silk and lace made teasing all so easy. The lace surrounded your chest, giving small yet intricate designs that stretched across your soft mounds and made your perky nipples even more pronounced the more you were turned on. The silk covered the sides of your stomach- splitting right up the middle and beneath your breast to give a welcome window to more of your skin for Vi to enjoy. Though to top it off was the matching silk panties with lace finishing and trim that the dress was able to display oh-so-well on your body. The way they stretched and curved over your thighs and ass left little to the imagination. 

 Just the way Vi liked it. 

 “I just want to suck on these perfect tits while they’re covered like this. See if it feels as good as the real thing.” You felt her groan out into your ear as your nipple is rolled between two fingers before being tugged harshly. You whine out, not expecting the sudden roughness despite the not-so-gentle nature of your girlfriend. But it doesn’t stop you from bucking your hips into her hands seeking out more friction to help you get off. And it’s an action reward by her grinding your palm even harder into your center in a way that you never thought could feel so good. In a way, only Vi could make you feel good. “I wanna pull these to the side and finger fuck you until you’re making a mess of your pretty new panties. God, you’re just so fucking pretty.” 

 “Oh yeah?” Your response is instant as you’re no longer able to hide the coy smile that overtakes your face. “You like seeing me like this, baby? You like seeing me in pink, huh?”

 “I love seeing you in pink. I love seeing you like this.” She agrees breathlessly- voice low and eyes half-lidded as a string of desperate curses leave her lips. She looks hungry. So hungry that you swear she might devour you if you’re in her sights long enough. And you really, really really hope she does. “My pretty girl. My pretty fucking girl.”

 Once the last word leaves her lips, you suddenly find that her hand on your chest is cupping your jaw, turning your head towards her. In seconds, her lips are against yours, kissing you so passionately that you swear you were starting to see stars. But it’s then that you find that she’s making good on one of her promises. Because it’s all too soon that a wave of cold air hit your cunt before being replaced by the feeling of being stretched out by two excitable fingers, ready to drive you insane. 

 You whimper at the sudden feeling of being stuffed, but the sound is swallowed up by Vi tilting your head back a bit more to deepen the kiss. Her bangs brush against your skin, and the shivers you can’t help but let out causes her to bring you even impossibly closer to her than you were before. Your body feels so, so warm, and your mind feels like it's spinning circles. You’re so lucky she’s supporting all your weight right now as she kisses you over your shoulder.

 Because the hand on your jaw shares the same heat that the fingers pushing in and out of your messy, messy pussy. It’s what causes your focus to jump from the feeling of your bottom lip being sucked on and tugged between two teeth and the unbelievably wet sound your cunt makes as Vi goes to town overwhelming you with pleasures much as possible. For as long as possible.

 Now if you could just let her see you in the dark pink lingerie set you just bought as well. The one that matches her hair color almost perfectly. Because you have a feeling that somehow, someway…

…she’ll be even more desperate than this.