#like he realized Buck was having mixed feelings

[rat6ix]

Under his skin.

Chishiya x gn!reader

Summary: chishiya always kept his composure but you’re determined to change that.

Warnings: smut (back to your regularly scheduled broadcast), dom!reader, sub! Chishiya, readers mean but in a condescending way(i love writing mean readers idk why..), chishiyas also mean-ish though, hair pulling, reach around handjob, riding (who’s surprised? not me) biting/marking, begging, overstim, aftercare (surprise!) this doesn’t take place in the borderlands btw.

This is like halfway proofread cut me some slack its 9am and i havent been to sleep yet

Wc:2k

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Chishiya is probably one of if not the most level headed person you know, he’s either blank faced or he has that stupid smirk on his face that screams “im better than you” and he knows that he gets to you with the way he purrs when he speaks. Obviously this carries over into bed, smirking up at you as you ride him with his hands on your hips as you do all the work not missing a chance to make fun of you when you start to struggle and beg for him to hell you cum, but you don’t miss the occasional groan leave him when he’s closer to cumming no matter how fuzzy with pleasure your head is. You wanted more out of him, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he could barely take it anymore, when he was begging for you to stop.

That was why you ended up in this position, Chishiya had just gotten back from work; a long day at the hospital. This was the best time to act, a time when you knew his self-control would be the weakest. You would say it was if his back being pressed into your front sitting all pretty between your legs, medical coat discarded somewhere on the floor of your shared bedroom and the bottoms to his scrubs not even fully pulled off as you jerked him off said anything. His heavy panting mixed with the obscene slick sounds of your hand moving against his cock was enough to make you smile sadistically behind him because you knew you weren’t going to stop any time soon after he came.

“You couldn’t have waited until after i showered at least?” Chishiya huffed, his hands gripping your thighs as his head rested on your shoulder.

“But then you’d get all dirty again.” You teased, your hand stopping at the top of his cock to thumb the slit.

You could feel him sluggishly glaring at you as you went back to your previous actions, only stopping when his eyes closed and his mouth opened a bit in pleasure. Everytime you got closer to his tip soft moans could be heard, his grip getting tighter around your thighs. The smile never left your face as you realized he was getting close.

“Im not stupid…i know what you’re planning.” He declared, still making no effort to move.

“Hmm, I never said you were, but you and I both know you won’t do anything about it.” You hummed, smile dropping into a smirk as you watched his cock leak.

He released not long after that and you watched from where your head rested on his shoulder as his cum shot up, covering the shirt of his scrubs; however he didn’t get to focus on that much longer as he quickly got sensitive from the constant feeling of your hand on his cock. His hips bucked upwards, trying to get at least a little relief but his attempts proved to be unsuccessful as he was still stuck to your front, your palm rubbing against his tip as he tried not to fall apart. You heard him say something quietly under his breath and you laughed slightly at the uncharacteristic expression on his face.

“C’mon don’t tell me you’re already falling apart chishiya.” You teased, still not letting up on his cock.

He simply glared at you which you saw out of the corner of your eye causing you to smile again, you shifted back against the wall more as you got a better grip on Chishiya, your arm now wrapped around his middle to keep him from moving instead of wrapped around his shoulders like before. His hands have since moved to grab onto the sheets below the both of you, probably not wanting to hurt you as his grip continued to grow tighter. You press your mouth to kiss where his neck and shoulder meet as well as leaving the occasional bite, leaving marks for him to see tomorrow and remind him of how you reduced him into nothing but a begging mess.

You chuckle against his skin for the nth time that night as he fails to keep his moans quiet, teeth scraping against his shoulder as he squirms. You were having a field day in this situation, watching the man who could keep his composure in the most chilling situations break under you. Your hand holding his middle still finds its way under the shirt of his scrubs, fingers digging into his side as a way to keep him from getting away from you even though you both knew he wouldn’t be able to; chishiya might be the smartest person you know but he was far from the strongest.

“Feel good chishiya?” You questioned, your tone slightly cocky, he doesn’t wanna admit it but you really got under his skin.

“Fuck you.” He spits, his jaw clenched, but thoes two words alone let you know everything you needed to.

Chishiya almost never cussed, he always says “he has no reason to” but sometimes you wonder if it’s because he spends hours at the hospital around children and has gotten used to not being able to or not wanting to. The uncharacteristic behavior draws a surprised noise out of you, your hand slightly squeezing the base of his cock making him twitch in your grasp followed by a moan. You laugh into his neck, the flesh somewhat muffling it before resuming your strokes at a faster pace and watching as he came for the second time that night.

You made quick work of getting out from behind him,pulling your pants and underwear off before pushing Chishiya to lay down onto the pillows behind him. You didn’t bother taking your shirt off nor his until his cock was fully inside of you, easing off his before tearing yours off and throwing both of the clothing items to a random place in the room. His pants were still on, resting around his ankles but as long as you had nothing obstructing your goal it didn’t matter. His chest moved with each heavy breath he made, clearly getting more and more out of breath as you continued; you honestly wondered if he could keep this up much longer.

Chishiya didn’t have the most stamina, he wasn’t good at most things that involved physical activity; the closest thing that he got to do that was anywhere near sports was walking around the hospital from patient to patient all day. If there was one thing you did know, it was that you were going to have him begging by the time you finished torturing him. You could tell by the hair sticking to his forehead and the blissed out and tired look on his face that it was going to be soon, the small ponytail that was usually tied behind his head now long gone, hair sitting on his neck. He looked disheveled and on the verge of overheating, on the verge of begging.

It didnt take long for him to give up on holding in his moans,he just didn’t have the strength to anymore as he watched you bounced on his cock. Once a smug smirk now replaced by a slightly open mouth and hooded eyes filled with lust, the former occasional groan replaced with desperate moans as you clenched around him. Your pace didn’t let up even when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, even when he got overwhelmed by the feeling of you wrapped around him and came for the third time; you could only look down at him in a smug manner and keep going as if your life depended on it.

“C’mon chishiya, you know what i wanna hear.” You purred, resting your hands on his chest, sliding them up and down every so often.

You didnt get a verbal response from him, only the lethargic shaking of his head and a glare as if to tell you he couldn’t, He wouldn’t take a blow to his pride like that. You nodded before bringing your thumbs to his nipples, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest before making your way up until you finally met his lips; you pressed multiple kisses to them before whispering against his mouth.

“If you wanted to keep going thats all you had to say.”

You saw his eyes widen a bit, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto your lips as you knew you’d gotten the upper hand in this situation. You knew he wasnt going to last much longer already having cum three times, his cum leaking out of you to gather on both of your guys thighs adding to the slick sounds of your bodies meeting. This time both of you were on the verge of cumming, moving your hands up to find his hair, a less than gentle tug sending him over the edge again. You followed close behind, clenching down on Chishiyas cock made it so even more friction was added to his cock making him flinch under you.

You knew he was sensitive beyond belief at this point, his legs quivering under yours; you were sure yours were too after the orgasm you’d just had. His hands reached up higher holding on to your sides as you pushed through to continue riding him, crescent shaped indents leaving their mark on you as his —albeit short—finger nails dug into your flesh. His eyes were unfocused as he looked up at you clearly not all there before he opened his mouth and started to speak.

“Please—please.” He slightly whimpered, voice hoarse from moaning.

You tilted your head to the side, a small smile on your face.

“Hmm? Please what chishiya?” You hummed, leaning down to press a kiss to his face.

He couldn’t answer, his head foggy with pleasure as you continued torturing him. You slowed down to get an answer out of him, you knew it was a bit cruel but you didn’t really care.

“No please— don’t stop now, let me cum.” He groaned, hips bucking up so his cock went deeper drawing a moan out of you in the process.

You breathlessly laughed, speeding up once more to give him what he wanted. Somehow his hand found yours, fingers tangling together as a way to tell you he was close, you cant blame him for not being able to hold it together any longer than he did, he was no doubt sensitive as all hell if not sore and if he wasn’t sore now he was going to feel it in the morning. After he came for the fifth and final time that night you slid off of him slowly, a mixture of both of your guys cum leaking out of you and onto him as you got up.

You cursed under your breath as you realized you’d have to clean him before it got on the sheets and inevitably stained, hurrying to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to get a rag. You felt chishiya flinch as the rag made contact with his skin, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. You made quick yet efficient work of cleaning him before leaving to the bathroom again to take care of yourself. On the way back to the bed you changed into your pajamas before grabbing clothes for chishiya so he didnt fall asleep with his pants around his ankles.

It didnt take long for you to help him change, being careful not to move too fast for him. His shirt was just a random band t-shirt lying around that has been passed between the two of you so many times you dont know whose it was originally and some basket ball shorts thats logo had faded ages ago. The boxers were the hard part that you let him handle himself just in case, you didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He didn’t say anything until you were both in bed, your head laying on his chest facing the tv playing some random sitcom as he hummed.

“Are you happy now?”

“Definitely.”

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Tags: @trishiepo0

Belongs to rat6ix

Thinking about making a part 2 where chishiya gets revenge tbh

[bi4demibuddie]

How likely do you think that the uncomfortable truth Oliver was talking about is that Tommy was going for Eddie at first but, upon realizing the man had a girlfriend and a kid, saw an opportunity in Buck's misunderstood feelings (for Eddie) and took it?

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Do you ever read a post where someone is explaining a pokitical thing and from the way they're saying you know with absolute certainty 1) they got their info from a tumblr post and have never actually followed up on how feasible that information actually is to act upon (they may not even have checked if it was CORRECT, but when they do they have clearly not looked into how easy or hard it may be to follow those instructions with a positive outcome), and 2) you know WHICH tumblr post they're quoting because it is basically a copy/paste of it, and 3) it was YOUR goddamn post and the thing they are saying is entirely counter to the point you were making when you said it to the point that you genuinely wonder if they just like. Memory-holed the entire context once they saw that one itty bitty point.

It's like the motherfuckiny dating apps all over again. I do not want people to love my words if they are not actually willing to do the work of understanding them! Didn't your kindergarten ever make you play Telephone to teach you how heresay falls out????

[cyber333angel]

BREEDING KINK WITH CLARK KENT !

a/n : very smutty obvi, fem!reader, daddy kink. mating press. enjoy >.<

it was hot. way too hot that your decorated rooms aroma was filled only with the smell of you and clarks sweaty skin sticking to each other, mixed with the breath hitching pants that came out of the two of you. your pleasure was only heightened with the feeling of him on top of you, weighing and pressing you down, making you feel so..caged in. he was unconsciously forcing you to really feel just how deep he was inside of you, thrusting into your soaked walls with his girthy dick and muscular arms. “haah baby, can feel you squeezing me so tight..” you were but it was only because of how pressured you were feeling, having to look straight into clarks eyes as he plows into you with his intoxicated gaze. he makes your head so blurry with the way he uses his dick and doesn’t even know it, “ mm s’good, feel you filling me.. so deep!” you whine out with your hands resting on top of his neck, hips senselessly flowing along with his as they move back and forth on the bed. “mm wait, t-too deep s’gonna reach-“ you sob, it’s like you could feel his dick messing up your insides, overstimulating but all the more satisfying.

you push at his abdomen with weak arms and squeezed shut eyes, getting cut off with a moan being pulled from your throat as clark brings you back with a hand on your jaw. “reach where hm? gonna reach your tummy? huh gonna-gonna let me give you a baby?” he was basically blabbering at this point, too pussydrunk to think rationally. and you mindlessly nodded your head along with your boyfriend. “yes please clark! gonna make you a daddy!” the sound of you and clarks skin bouncing off each other was disgusting, the slapping of his balls against your ass and the creaks of the bed under you.

clarks pace gets faster as he keeps thrusting into you, cock almost kissing your cervix while you hear a flow of pleads from above you. “you’ll let me cum inside right? promise it will feel so good angel-you have to let me fill you u-up..” and he just sounds so cute when he begs like that, of course he can, anything he wants. “yesyes please! wanna feel it so bad daddy..” that nickname only flustering him more and making your boyfriend bottom out in your pussy, forehead pressing against yours, “fuckfuck-“ seeing his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth in a frown. dick sloppily thrusting into you when you feel ropes of cum shoot into you, warm and in an abundance, you scratch at his back and squeeze your thighs around clarks waist.

“mph makin me feel so’good clark!” you say bucking your hips into him, making you feel his length so much deeper in your cunt and only making clarks whimpers louder as he finishes cumming inside. “too much-“ he winced, unconsciously still thrusting into you slowly while you rub your sensitive bud, cumming all over his dick with a cry as he holds your back. clark lifts you slightly until your sat on his lap, his face in the warm crook of your neck breathing heavily. you were sure your insides were a mess, filled to the brim of clark and you just finished too. your boyfriend looks up at you with his doe eyes and his slight smile, “what?” you giggle to him and he kisses the skin of your chest. “thank you sweetheart.” laughing even more when you realize he’s thanking you for letting him cum inside.

[pierregazly]

shaking for you ꨄ oscar piastri

oscar piastri x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, pussy-drunk oscar, oral (fem!receiving), p in v - no protection, minor overstimulation, oscar is a dirty talker, mention of cockwarming [914 words]

request: can you please do do 28 from the 🌶️ prompt list with oscar 😽 [28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”]

The grip you had on his hair was unrelenting, his tongue moving in circles as you pushed your core closer to his face, practically begging him for more, begging for him to make you cum for a third time that night.

He had practically bent you over the second he was through the door, having not seen you in weeks, he was insatiable, eager to see you, eager to get the chance to be inside you, to have his tongue pressed to your clit. To have you moaning his name. Shaking for him.

Your clothes lay in tatters on the floor, bruises forming on your hips, your breasts, up the side of your neck. 

Oscar’s skin wasn’t much different. Scratch marks littered his arms, his back, love bites were forming all over his chest and neck. His lips bruised and puffy, practically aching to be kissed again. 

“You gonna be good and cum f’me, baby? Gonna gush all over my lips? Been so good for me all night, know you can give me one more, c’mon,” he taunted you, a finger circling your entrance before pushing inside.

He had stretched you out nicely on his cock earlier in the evening, the finger he had pushed inside of you barely satisfying the ache that was yearning for more, desperate to feel him inside of you again. Mixed with his tongue, though? It was indescribable, it was everything you were craving and more.

And he knew that. Knew what he could do to make you scream for him, to make you soak his face in your juices.

Which was exactly what he was doing. Pushing a second finger inside you alongside his first, his lips and tongue slurping, sucking, and licking at your clit; the whimpers were falling from your lips, your hips unable to keep still as you continuously pushed up into his face.

If there was one thing Oscar was sure of; it was that he could die happy if he got to eat you out for the rest of his life. The sounds you made, the way you gripped his hair, the way you begged him, the way you directed him on what you like, the taste of you… it was everything and more to him.

He loved everything about you, but he especially loved this. Was honoured that you trusted him enough to do this, to make you feel good day-in and day-out.

He could tell you were getting closer as he began lazily flicking his tongue, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your core muscles began clenching, the grip on his hair tightening as he groaned into your cunt, the slick of your pussy increasing as the sounds you were making grew louder.

Oscar helped you ride through your orgasm, your thighs tightening around his head as your entire body shook. It felt like you were flying, your third orgasm of the night rushing through your body as moans fell from your lips.

It didn’t take long for the Australian to crawl up your body, his hardened member easily slipping inside your wet core; soft groans falling from both of your lips. He had already cum once tonight, and knew he likely wouldn’t again; but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel your tight, wet heat wrapped around him again.

Lazily looking up at him, a soft smile was directed down to you before he was pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on him, on his tongue as he pressed it against yours. You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips at the realization. Something about it had you bucking up into him, into his cock that was slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“So pretty f’me, baby. So pretty all fucked out, look at you. God. Bet you’d let m’fuck you all night, wouldn’t you? You’d let me sleep with my cock inside you, y’just wanna be close to me all the time, hm? Gonna warm my cock?”

Pussy-drunk Oscar Piastri was a different type of aroused. He talked like a mad-man, like all he could talk about, all he could think about, was you.

“Mhm, course’ Osc. Would let you fill me up all night long, keep your cock inside me til’ we woke up. Let you fuck me in the morning, too,” you groaned, his legs stuttering at your words.

Bottoming out, Oscar grunted as he watched your lips open in a long-drawn out moan. His own moan followed, as he turned the two of you onto your side, maneuvering both bodies so his member remained sheathed inside you.

“God, baby. I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking,” he said.

Practically rolling your eyes, almost four orgasms later, what did he expect? It was hard to even attempt to keep your legs still. 

You slapped at the hand that began slithering towards your clit again. Your hips bucked as he began to rub a gentle circle on the enflamed nub, the sensitivity overtaking you as you shook your head at him.

“N’more, please. I can’t take it.”

Shushing you, Oscar pressed a kiss to the skin behind your ear.

“One more, baby. Y’can do it, promised me you’d be a good girl. One more, then w’can go to bed, hm?”

Mewling at his words, you knew you could give him one more. Could be a good girl for him, like you always were.

i started this?? and then couldn't stop?? the words were being typed before i even had the chance to comprehend them which is why this is so nasty... pls enjoy 🫶🏻

[tacticalprincess]

getting nerd!konig crossfaded at a party and having to take him home so he can hump on ur leg because the mix of weed & cheap alcohol got him needy :(((

in your defense, you didn’t think such a big guy was even capable of being such a lightweight — or maybe you lost track of just how many drinks he was downing… until he started getting clingy, hard boner pressed against your ass through your skirt as he whined into the juncture of your neck. large bear hands pawing at every bit of soft flesh they could find while you attempted to hold them back from reaching into your panties in the middle of the party. it’s a struggle to get him off of you and into the car, especially with the puppy eyes he’s giving you, glazed over with intoxication from the weed, alcohol, and sheer desperation as he whispers filth in your ear, not subtle enough for the driver not to give you judgmental looks in the rear view mirror.

his glasses are foggy from the perspiration of his sweat as he follows you into your apartment, immediately crowding against you when you shut the door. guides your soft hand to feel his hard cock — rock solid and pulsing — through his pants, the heat of his body sweltering against yours. “you made me like this. bitte, do something.” his voice is higher and needier than you’ve ever heard it, thick with a delirium that makes your core hot.

it’s out of guilt and pity, mostly, that you allow him to unbutton his pants, giggling at the haste of his clumsy fingers as he works them off, letting his jeans make a puddle at his ankles. you slot a soft, bare thigh between his meatier, stronger ones, letting him burry his face into your neck as he humps his leaking bulge into you, the weight of it heavy against you. it kicks when you whisper about how you can feel how wet and hard he is, soaking your thigh in his pre while his hands slide underneath your shirt to cup your supple breasts.

his hips are erratic and uncoordinated, bucking into your leg as if he’s fucking your pussy. the liquor makes him unable to control his mouth, spewing a series of broken, drunken slurs and whines about how much he has needed you, his sweet best friend, thanking you for allowing him to use you like this. it’s not long before he’s covering both your lower halves in his hot load, sighing out in exhaustion as he comes down from the high. his body goes limp against yours and you don’t realize he fell asleep until he starts snoring.

[alchemistc]

"When was it for you?" Buck asks, chin tucked over the nice rounded edge of Tommy's left pec, turning his eyes up through his lashes because every time he does that Tommy's eyes do something soft and sweet that Bucks still a little obsessed with. Tommy's fingers continue twisting into his curls, but he raises the 'need more context' brow. Buck obliges. "The - the spark. Like - I mean you had to kiss me for me to get what was going on but uh - I mean subconsciously I was in it to win it from like, the moment I saw how smiley you got seeing Cap and Athena reuniting. So. I'm wondering. What was it for you?"

There's still times when Buck feels like he's going too fast, too hard, pressing and pushing and reverting back to the neediness of yesteryear, but Tommy does this thing - this insane thing that shouldn't comfort Buck at all but somehow manages to both bring him back down to earth and make him feel like he's not alone in this: he takes his time. A measured breath, a quiet look, pressure on his scalp as Tommy thinks the question through without looking like he's being rushed at all. Measured. Processing both the new information he's been given, the little snapshot into what had first drawn Buck in, and the question he's been asked. If Buck had realized thoughtfulness meant so fucking much to him he'd have learned some patience years ago.

Tommy tips his chin, scratches at his cheekbone, stares at Buck like he's measuring out each word in his sentence recipe and setting up the ingredients of his response before he starts mixing.

"The handshake," he says, with a bashful little purse of his lips, like he hadn't expected he'd ever have to admit to it but he doesn't want to lie. "Just couldn't get a read on you for a while after."

Buck sort of wants to hide his face in Tommy's chest in response to the feelings that bubble up in his chest - the right-awayness of it, an immediate connection Tommy had felt even before he did, it feels like there are a thousand little pipe bombs bursting in his chest. No one's ever given him butterflies quite like Tommy Kinard.

"So it was like a physical thing for you," Buck says, fully fishing because Tommy has dated actual models and no matter how many minutes he spends each time they're naked together admiring the belly Buck's unwilling to dehydrate himself to get rid of, he likes hearing that his boyfriend thinks he's hot.

Tommy surprises him, though. "No, actually. You could barely get your name out but you wouldn't let go of my hand while you gave me five facts about helicopters you'd clearly googled on the ride over. Sorta made me want to stick you in my pocket and keep you there so you could provide me a fact-of-the-hour for the rest of my life."

Buck can feel his face going red. It's a mortifying observation, but it feels a lot like all the affectionate teasing he gets on the daily from Hen and Chim. Feels like Tommy knows him well enough by now to know he likes being read for filth when it means he's being paid attention to.

"You want weird facts, I'll give you weird facts."

Tommy chuckles. The hand in his hair tugs, just a bit, like Tommy wants Buck's face closer to his face but doesn't feel like asking. Buck shifts his weight up into an elbow to oblige, gets a thumb sliding along his cheekbone for his efforts and a primetime view of Tommy's serious face as his eyes flit across Buck's. "I didn't expect you," he says, in the serious voice, the teasing edge falling away. "I didn't expect butterflies and second chances and -." He cuts himself off, thumb slipping towards the curve of Buck's nose. "I didn't expect any of it."

Which is a bit of a revelation, if Buck's being completely honest. Tommy'd taken his hand and smiled while Buck did his level best to break the sound barrier with the pace he set at the beginning of all of this. "You thought I'd be an easy lay?" he teases, and Tommy wrinkles his nose.

"Thought you'd be bored with me before I paid the check if I ever managed to get you on a date with me."

It's actually laughable, with the benefit of hindsight, how terribly wrong that assumption had been. Laughable that Tommy thinks he could ever be boring. Buck could spend hours just staring at the subtle changes in his expression in complete silence and still not be bored with Tommy.

"That's stupid," he tells him, and Tommy thumbs at his bottom lip.

"Well I know that now. You're easily entertained. I've told you the Yellowstone flyover story six times and you still laugh at the punchline every time like it's the first time you've ever heard it."

"Moon moon," Buck repeats solemnly, and has to bite his lip not to laugh about it again.

"I like you a lot," Tommy says, and - they've exchanged I love yous, but there's something about this particular phrase - like Tommy's dug into the very heart of all of Buck's insecurities and learned the exact phrase to burn all those question marks to the ground.

"Ditto," Buck says, because Tommy had been insistent on trying to find a romcom that Buck didn't fall asleep to and Ghost had actually kept his attention decently well. Or. You know. Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore had.

Tommy rolls his eyes. "Howie keeps giving me shit for all new movie quotes you keep bringing out at inappropriate times."

"Quoting Clerks at Captain Fuckstache is always appropriate."

"We'll watch Dogma next. See if you can find any gems in that one that'll drive that asshole into an early grave."

"Are there dogs in it?"

"Are there -." Tommy's expression is so offended Buck thinks his eyes might explode. "Evan, even if you don't know the movie I know dogma is one of those SAT words you've found yourself on a Wikipedia black hole about."

Damn. And Buck had been hoping he'd get worked up enough to rant about Buck's serious gaps in knowledge in regards to pop culture. He hams it up a bit anyway. "It's when all the dogs are trying to get into heaven."

Tommy digs three fingers into Bucks side, and if they dissolve into a tickle fight five seconds later, Tommy has no one but himself to blame for the elbow to the face that nearly breaks his nose.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Antler Play (Demon Alastor x Doe Reader)

Did you miss me?

CW: Lightly used incorrect deer facts, ruts and seasons, insertion of an item 100% not safe or intended for insertion, light fem receiving oral, female masterbation Rating: Adult Requested by: Anon Summary: Alastor, having just rode out his rut alone is faced with the startling realization that you, a fellow deer demon in the hotel, have not just come into season but your first season since your death. Alastor is left unable to mate you due to the poor timing but finds other ways to see to your needs and trick your body into thinking the deed has been done.

ps- please don't put antlers in your whooha.

Alastor was less than pleased to have a doe join the hotel residence. He found you to be a distraction, ever so alluring and tempting him away from his tasks. That didn’t stop the two of you from bonding, however, over the shared difficultness of being deer in hell. 

Time passed and bonds deepened, though only in the privacy of your rooms. Alastor’s hesitance to have another deer in his territory shifted into acceptance and then something darker, more protective as seasons changed. Though he hadn’t expected someone who had just landed in hell to have anything in common with him, he was horrified by the tales of your father and soothed by those of your mother. 

You bonded in the stories of mistakes made, sins committed and, while you were so much more innocent and sweet than he was, you had that darkness in your heart that he knew well. Blood-stained hands touched another set in passing, neither really speaking of the trust building between you.

Alastor had early on intended to send you away when your season drew close and yet he failed to do so. Week after week, he put it off, not so much as even mentioning it to you until he was in no condition to be anywhere near you. His rut had hit him like a train, leaving him no choice but to isolate himself to keep you safe from him. The last thing he needed was to force himself, driven by biology, onto you. Worse yet, he knew if you scented him too much, you would be rushed into your own season. 

If he tried to say he didn’t know why he had let your first season sneak up on you, it would be a lie. He failed to warn you for fear that you would seclude yourself from him. It was the same reason he had failed to send you away as well- Alastor had grown attached to you. It was one thing when he was isolating himself from you but the idea of you doing the same to him caused a deep ache in his chest. 

There wasn’t a chance in hell that he would risk some other buck finding you in season and take you as his. That was a privilege Alastor intended to claim for himself. 

And he would, at the right time. 

He had put off having that conversation with you until it was too late; he realized as the floral scent of your season filtered through his door, announcing your presence before you knocked. 

Alastor had been beyond thankful that he had just finished his own long month of rut when he opened the door to your wide, teary eyes. Tall ears laid flat, twitching as a single tear ran down your cheek.

Rather than asking what was wrong, Alastor only stepped aside, motioning for you to enter his room. Timid steps, one right after the other, carried you and the heavy scent of you into his domain. The rich musk of a buck clung to the air, mixing with your scent to make an intoxicating promise of what could have been if he hadn’t been a coward. 

“Why have you been avoiding everyone this month?” you asked, voice thick with tears as you turned to face him. “Why have you been avoiding me? Is-” you wrapped your arms around yourself in a tight hug, “Is there something wrong with me?” 

“No, ma chérie, I’ve had my own reasons for secluding myself away for the month. It has nothing to do with you.” 

“Why do I feel like there is something wrong with me?” Another tear ran down your cheek. “Why do I feel like I’m going mad? Am I going mad? Is that why you- you’ve been-” 

“I should have given you warning,” Alastor said, finally braving stepping closer to you. Warm knuckles ran down your cheek, smearing the trail your tear had left on the soft skin. “This is your first year. I should not have expected you to know.” 

“Know what?” You whimpered, leaning into his touch. 

“You’re going into season.” Alastor said simply. 

“I don’t understand what that means?” Your ears flicked forward in a flair of frustration that quickly burned out as they sagged lower. 

“It means that your body is going to crave a mate, seeking breeding.” He watched as understanding washed over your face, your eyes running over his lean frame, traveling up to his antlers, still wide, heavy and thick. “Bucks in rut or close enough to it will be drawn to you, and many won’t care if you’re deep enough into your season to be willing.” 

“I don’t… You’re a buck, Alastor?” You wanted to step back, wanted to put distance between yourself and him. You couldn’t make your feet work. It felt like they had taken root in his floors as your heart flip-flopped in your chest. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, swallowing thickly. “I just finished my rut a few days ago. You’re safe with me.” 

“Am I?” you asked, struggling to breathe through the thick scent of buck. Realization of what you were smelling and why it made you feel flushed stole your breath. 

“I won’t let another buck come take you.” Alastor said, reaching out and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you to his side, leaned down and took a deep inhale of the scent coming off you in waves. 

“Alastor?” your voice trembled as fire slowly spread through you. Now that you knew what that fire was, you understood that seeking Alastor out was a mistake in itself. “What’s going to happen to me?” 

“I’ll stay with you,” he said, ear flicking atop his head as he led you deeper into his room. “If you’d like, that is. Or I can wait outside. You can stay in here through it. The scent of me will help keep others away.” 

You sat on the bed, soft blankets bunching under your hands as sweat ran down your back. Alastor’s scent surrounded you, rich, musky and driving you mad. There was an ache in your core that you hadn’t been able to banish with your hands alone. 

Hours ago, you had lost your battle with your dignity. You had been determined not to do something as scandalous as pleasuring yourself in Alastor’s room, let alone on his bed and yet you had, again and again, never finding relief from it. 

In the distance, an elk demon bugled, sending a wave of fear through you. You were a deer, not an elk, but how much did that matter in hell? In the living world, you knew the two animals could cross, though not commonly. Would the scent of your season draw him to you? 

“You’re alright, he won’t come for you.” Alastor said through the door, “I’ve brought you some fruit. The sugar will help keep your energy up. Are you decent?”

“Decent enough,” you answered, tugging the skirt of your nightgown lower. It had been just over a week that you were holed up in Alastor’s bedroom and your season had only just gotten worse.

Alastor stepped inside the dim room, closing the door behind him. Long legs easily carried him across the room, to where you sat sweaty on his bed. Even outside of his own rut, the season having passed him for the year; he felt a stirring of desire for you. 

This year, he could not take you the way you deserved, but he would ensure you remained unclaimed for the year. You would be his prize next year. Next year, he wouldn’t make the mistake of putting distance between you happen again. 

He would ensure your bodies were close enough for your pheromones to align your seasonal cycles. Next year, he would be at a point where he could satisfy your seasonal needs. 

“Alastor?” you asked as his eyes seemed to burn holes into your flesh.

He moved with a shake of his head, coming to sit next to you on the bed after setting the plate on the nightstand. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m burning up,” you whispered, face flushed from both the fever and the desire that you couldn’t rid yourself of. “It’s too much, Alastor. I can’t do this. I can’t survive this.” 

Tears ran freely down your face as you crawled over to him. Trembling fingers reached for his thigh as he looked at you. You wanted nothing more than to strip off your nightgown and spread your legs for the most powerful buck in the area. 

“Cher,” Alastor said, ear twitching as he looked down at you with regret. “I can’t, not right n-” 

There was a shift atop his head as the large heavy antler dislodged, broken free by the simple pressure of a swat from his ear. He’d been expecting it to happen any day now, knowing well what was coming when they never totally shrank back down to the small prongs after he ended his rut. 

“What?” you pulled your hand away as the antler fell between you, leaving Alastor looking decidedly lopsided. 

“It’s normal,” Alastor said, watching as you picked up the thick antler, examining it before setting it aside. “Happens every year.” 

“Will the other one fall off too?” You rose on your knees, crawling closer to the one antlered buck. 

Alastor watched you, eyes running over your face. Sweat trickled down your neck, drawing his eyes lower and lower. The nightgown you wore was loose enough that he could clearly see down, to see the way your breasts hung from your chest, moving with you as you crawled closer. 

Again, he cursed himself for the distance he had kept, knowing that he could have brought you comfort if he could only perform. 

“I’m going mad, Alastor.” You whispered, fingers reaching out for him. “I need… I need something. Nothing seems to be enough. I don’t understand.”

“Your body won’t be satisfied without the touch of another.” Alastor said simply, “You’ve got no choice but to wait it out. It’ll begin to ease in a few more days or so.” 

You swallowed thickly, shifting your weight as you rubbed your thighs together. “Can you?” 

“Excuse me?” Alastor asked, leaning away from you a fraction. 

“Can you touch me?” You asked again, tears slipping from your eyes. “You said it won’t help without another and… I trust you, Alastor.” 

“I can’t,” Alastor started, only to have your pleading cut him off.

“I want you inside of me,” you whispered, hand landing on his chest as you drew closer and closer. “It’ll help to have a buck inside me, I know it.” 

“I can’t,” Alastor said, taking your hand in his before his eyes flicked toward the discarded antler. “But lay back, perhaps we can come to a compromise.” 

You wanted him inside you and Alastor thought he had the means to simulate that feeling well enough for your season. What you needed was something physical. A shadow imitation wouldn’t trick your season into thinking you’d been taken, no matter how corporal he could make his shadows. They were not him and he was what you needed. 

“You’ll do it?” you asked, voice trembling as Alastor reached out, resting a large hand on your shoulder to guide you back. “You’ll do me?” 

“In a matter of sorts,” Alastor said, as he positioned you on your back, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He nudged your knees apart, allowing him to slot himself between them as he sat on the floor. “If you’ll let me, I can try to take care of you this season.” 

“You have been,” you whimpered, timidly allowing your legs to spread farther apart as Alastor’s large hands ran over your thighs. “I keep needing more. I’m sorry.” 

Alastor shushed you with soothing caresses up your thighs, pushing your nightgown higher and higher until he exposed your glistening sex. Fingers ran over the damp curls as he spread you wider, slick coating every part of you, smearing onto your thighs. Though he willed it, his cock remained still in his trousers. Oh well, he would just have to make do. 

“Please,” you whimpered on the bed as his fingers caressed your slit, smearing slick and coating his claws.

Your back arched, delicious pleasure running down your spine as his claw tipped finger worked into your tight opening. Muscles fluttered and clenched around him as he worked his way inside you. As he worked, he kept his eyes on your core, watching how you shifted and rocked, always seeking more.

“More.” Your sighs nearly stole away your request as he worked his finger in and out of your slick opening. “Please.”

Alastor soothed you as he whispered praise, telling you how good you were doing for him as he worked a second finger into you, then a third. Your body struggled to stretch, wanting to cling to him as he worked you open. Red eyes watched as your chest heaved, breasts rising and falling with every gasping breath. 

Your back arched as he worked his three fingers into you again and again, wet squelching sounds filling his room. Sweet pleas for more flooded Alastor’s ears as he ran his thumb over your clit.

“More,” you panted, pebbled nipples standing out against the silken fabric of your nightgown. “I need more of you.” 

Alastor shifted, grabbing the discarded antler and eyeing it. The base was heavy and long, thick enough around it rivaled his cock… well, almost. He ran his fingers over the rough surface, examining the crown he had worn for most of the year, looking for anything that would catch or rip you.

“I have an idea,” Alastor said, bringing the antler closer to your core. 

You sobbed when his fingers left you, long threads of slick reaching between his hand and your weeping cunt. Alastor used it to coat the base, lubricating it generously as he listened to your pleas to be filled and sobs over the uncomfortable emptiness. 

“Please, I need you,” you cried out, shamelessly spreading your legs wide. Your core, sopping wet and on full display, had slick running down the curve of your ass. “I’m going to go insane,” you realized. “It’s going to drive me insane if I can’t have you inside me.”

Alastor shushed you, running the cool hard surface of his antler through your puffy folds, letting the ridges drag over your clit as your hips thrust into the air. The base caught on your opening, looser now that he’d worked his fingers into you. 

The blunt end where it had spent much of the year rooted in his skull wasn’t shaped the best for penetration. Carefully, he worked the edge of the flat surface into your opening, rotating and working it inside you as you gasped. 

“Alastor?” Your voice was unsteady as the thick steam of the antler pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. 

“How’s that feel?” Alastor asked, backing the antler out of your core a few inches before slowly pushing it deeper inside.

“F-full,” you stuttered out, breath coming in rapid pants as he worked the antler deeper and deeper, rough edge dragging against your sensitive walls. “So full.” 

“Good,” Alastor purred, pushing and pushing as the antler slid deeper, tines branching out and spreading your opening wider as he watched slick run from your hole. “A part of me is inside you. Do you feel it?”

“Y-yes,” your voice trembled as he backed the antler out slowly, just to work it back into your loosening walls. “You’re inside of me, so deep.” 

“Does that feel better?” He asked, thrusting the antler into you with a little more speed and force. “Does that soothe you?” 

“Fuck,” you screwed your eyes closed, struggling to remember how to breathe as Alastor’s hard thick length into you again and again. Pleasure fogged your mind as you whimpered at each thrust. “So good.” 

“You have to answer me Cher,” Alastor warned. “I need to know if it’s helping.” 

“Yes,” your back arched as he filled you again and again. “Fuck yes. Yes.” 

Lips kissed your thigh, soft lingering touches that ended with a string as he nipped at your skin, tasting you as he fucked into you. Before his eyes, your back arched and head lulled to the side. 

“Oh, you’re beautiful like this,” Alastor whispered as he shifted, trailing stinging kisses up your thighs. 

You moaned, the sound thick and unreserved as his nipping mouth came closer and closer to your core. How he could be fucking you, be inside you while kissing your leg, you didn’t know. The fog of your season had fully blanketed your brain. No longer were you sure how or with what Alastor was fucking you, just that he was. All you knew was a part of him was inside you. 

Faster. Harder. He fucked you with the antler without hesitation, eyes scanning over your body as he did, checking for any sign of distress. Sweat shone on your skin, reflecting the soft lights in the room. Your hair was messed, framing your face. 

The sound of your cunt squelching with every hard thrust of the antler, blunt end surely bullying your cervix filled his ears. His doe was pleased, and that stroked his pride. His doe. 

Yes, you were his doe. He was making you his. 

“Close,” you gasped as he tilted the antler down, changing the angle to allow him room to wrap his lips over your clit. 

Red eyes flicked up the length of your torso, taking in the way your stomach bulged just slightly with each powerful thrust into you. He watched as he ran his tongue over the sensitive nub of nerves heading your slit. The taste of you drew a deep moan from his chest as you thrashed on the bed, body pulling tight quickly. 

He was the first to taste you since your death. There would be no others to drink from your nectar. Alastor knew well his kind did not have the drive to mate for life, but that didn’t matter to him. He was a possessive man. Once he was inside you, none would follow. 

The flat of his tongue ran over your clit before shifting to a point, swirling around it as you gasped. He repeated the movements again and again as you moaned, hips rutting into him. You were close. He could feel each fluttering twitch of the strong muscles of your core as he drove you closer and closer to your edge. 

You came with a shriek, muscles tensing and letting go in a chaotic rhythm. Under the ministrations of his tongue, he could feel the shockwaves run through your cunt. Even your clit was twitching as he sucked hard at it. 

Reaching down, you grabbed a handful of his ear, tugging as you tried to get a break from the sensations. It was pointless. He continued as he was, licking, sucking and thrusting his hard length into you. 

It was a battle. Your body wanted nothing more than to suck the antler deeper, trying to milk it of seed it couldn’t give you. Alastor mimicked the way his hips would piston as he sought his own releases during his rut. 

Fast, wild, violent thrusts deep into your cunt, again and again. He pushed you from your first orgasm into your second as his pace stuttered. There were a few last thrusts as he worked his antler as deep as possible, mimicking the way he would seat himself inside you next year to deposit his seed. 

Would it be enough to calm your season and let you find peace? It was your first season and your body didn’t know better, yet. Could biology be so easily tricked? For your sanity, he hoped so. 

Soft sobs filled his ears as your hand fell away. The heat that had been radiating from your body cooled. Shivers racked through your frame. 

“Better?” Alastor asked, wiggling the antler inside you but keeping it seated in place while he stood. 

“Much.” You had an arm thrown over your eyes, too afraid to look at the man that you shamelessly begged to fuck you.

The bed shifted as Alastor climbed up next to you, gathering you into his arms and nestling you against his chest. As he did so, he was mindful to keep your legs splayed to accommodate the tines still extending from your cunt. 

Long arms reached down, softly wiggling and thrusting the antler still lodged inside you. 

“What happened?” You asked sleepily, finally having a mind clear enough to realize it wasn’t Alastor’s cock inside you. 

“First season,” he shrugged as he softly twitched the hard shaft inside you again. “Looks like your body isn’t sure how it works yet, and accepted my antler as a substitute.” 

“You…” 

“Fucked you with my antler,” Alastor said simply, “Yes.” 

“You’re still fucking me with it,” you realized as Alastor lazily pushed it back inside you, refusing to let it slip from your twitching opening. Each shift he made in the antler’s position, each twitch and thrust, had you gasping and arching your back. 

Alastor watched every reaction, taking in the way your pebbled nipples stood out against the silky nightgown. One strap hung off your shoulder, so close to exposing one of your breasts. 

“I am,” he smiled widely. “I’m replicating how a buck would stay seated within you after. It’ll keep you from seeking to be mated again.” 

“Thank you, Alastor,” you whispered, head turned into his neck. You were nothing to Alastor, and you had to keep reminding yourself that as you resisted the urge to lean forward, bringing your lips to his neck. “For helping me.” 

“Next year, I’ll be able to better help you,” Alastor promised. 

“What do you mean?” Your eyes grew heavy as you listened to the steady beat of Alastor’s heart, only twitching wider every time he softly moved the antler buried in your cunt. 

“Next year it’ll be my cock you ride your season out on. I’ll be prepared next year.” 

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[spenceobsessed]

part 1

this is a part 2 to another fic i did, but can be read as a stand alone!

post!prison reid x fem!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, smut with a plot

summary: after being put on a case with you, spencer realizes he might not hate you as much as he thought.

MDNI 18+

unfortunately, when working for the bau, having time off is very rare. you and spencer were harshly reminded of this. right after your successful arrest of the unsub at the nightclub, you were immediately put on a plane, incredibly sexually frustrated, on your way to another case.

you and spencer had (luckily or unluckily) ended up next to each other on a plane ride to the middle of nowhere in wisconsin. there had been a string of murders in the small town of hayward. four were dead and the unsubs rate of death was accelerating.

the flight was a little under six hours. just sitting next to spencer was excruciating.

the rest of the team had fallen asleep and although you attempted to sleep, you were simply just too horny. not being able to finish earlier, mixed with sheer anticipation had taken over you. you tossed and turned in your seat, a blanket pulled up to your chest. you open your eyes to look at spencer who had a book in his hands, his eyes on you.

you smile softly, sitting upright to get a better look at the handsome man.

“are you okay?" he asks softly, his kind voice still new for you. you nod, watching as he sets his book down over his crotch. hes still hard.

"i'm okay." you respond with a smile. "just, y'know..." you trail off trying to put your thoughts into words.

he laughs softly, completely understanding what you mean. "earlier.” he finishes your sentence with a smirk on his face.

“well i would ask how you feel about ‘earlier’, dr. reid,” you begin, your had moving from the armrest to rub against his chest. “but i can already tell.” you move your had quickly down his chest and hover your hand over his obviously hard cock in his pants. he gasps softly as you use one finger to trace the shape of him.

“fuck.” he groans, the use of a curse word throwing you off (and turning you on). “please.” he begs as you push softly on his cock, feeling a wet spot from precum already forming.

“use your words.” you demand, kindly, your dominance going straight to his dick. spencer liked being dominant, which he most definitely was going to be when the plane fucking lands, but right now he wanted to be taken care of. he needed to be taken care of.

“touch me.” he says simply as you begin to undo his belt quietly.

“ok, pretty boy, but i’m going to need you to keep quiet, can you do that?” you reply, reaching your hand into his underwear, pulling his hard cock out. he was huge, bigger than you would’ve guessed, especially for a relatively skinny guy. his tip was red and angry, begging for your attention.

“yes.” he says breathlessly, watching you hold his cock. you smile, throwing your blanket over his lap and over your arm, deciding that sucking him off would make too much noise.

you use your pointer finger to spread his precum over the tip of his cock, eliciting a muffled groan from the man.

you begin to move your hand down his cock, causing spencer to cover his mouth with his hand. his pupils were blown and his chest rising and falling fast. it was an amazing sight.

you felt yourself getting wet as your hand began to move faster on his cock.

“this feels so good.” he says, his praise only fueling your desire. the man bites back a moan just watching you concentrate on letting him cum.

“fuck, y/n,” he gasps out his hips bucking into your hand. “i’m close.” you pick up your pace a bit, making the handsome man roll his eyes back in his head and cum all over your hand. you stand up and take a look around the jet to make sure everyone was still asleep. luckily, penelope garcia had given the whole team noise cancelling headphones for christmas, so no one heard a thing.

you smile leaning in to give him soft kiss on the lips before walking to the bathroom to wash off your hands. when you return, spencer's eyes are closed and you can't help but kiss his cheek. he opens his eyes slowly, reaching up to grab your waist and pull you onto him. he throws the blanket over your bodies and kisses your forehead softly.

you squirm slightly, still feeling horny. he looks up at you, eyes barely open. "your turn?" he asks, referring to your pleasure. you laugh softly shaking your head. he was half asleep and still offering to make you happy. "no, its okay pretty boy, we'll save that for later." he nods, a smile on his face.

"are you sure?" he asks, turning his head so he could look you in the eyes, perhaps to see if you were lying.

"yes, i promise." he kisses you on the forehead before falling asleep, his arms around you.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

although you managed to get some sleep in spencer's arms, you knew that soon enough someone would wake up and you both would get caught. so, an hour after falling asleep on the handsome man, you painfully peeled yourself off of his lap and back into your own cold seat.

luckily, no one had (seemingly) seen anything, which was good.

as of now, you were leaving the plane to go to the hayward precinct.

"we'll check in with the chief of police, then dave and i will stay over night while you guys go to the inn and get some sleep." emily announced as they began piling into two large black suburbans.

they collectively thanked prentiss and rossi before heading to the inn.

"wait so when she says inn..." you ask, climbing the the back seat. jj nods.

"yeah, this is a small town so there isn't really any place for us to stay near by."

tara climbs in the passengers seat and luke slides in next to you.

the rest of the ride there was relatively normal, minus a few jokes about you & spencer's make out session at the night club, that you chose to ignore.

you arrived to the inn quickly, grabbing your designated room key and head to your room.

“fuck!” you yell, surprised to see someone already in your room.

“shhh.” spencer says, coming up to close the door behind you, taking your bags from your hands and setting them down by his feet.

“i missed you.” he says, causing you to roll your eyes.

“it’s been like thirty minutes, pretty boy.” he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. you laugh as he picks you up easily and carries you over to the queen sized bed.

“i’ve just been thinking about earlier.” he says, laying down next to you.

“oh yeah?” you say, turning you head to face him.

“uh huh,” he says, pulling your body closer to him allowing you to lay your head on his chest. “i want to make you cum now.” he says, his voice low. you look up at him allowing him to tip his head down to kiss your lips.

“jj.. is.. next.. door.” you huff out in between kisses. spencer shrugs, flipping your position so he’s on top of you. he begins kissing and biting down your jaw and neck, using his hands to expertly remove your shirt. he lets out a small groan when he rips the shirt off you, revealing your tiny, lacy bra.

“off please.” is all you manage to say, but somehow he understands. he unclasps your bra in a single motion, throwing it to the floor, exposing your hardened nipples.

“y/n..” he says lowly, his eyes filled with lust. “so pretty.” he continues to trail kisses down your neck and chest, until his mouth lands on your tit, sucking softly as his other hand teases your other nipple.

you groan softly, that familiar wet feeling returning in your underwear for the third time in 24 hours.

although you’ve just started, your groans and boobs had already gone straight to spencer’s cock and as he kissed your body you could already feel his hardness pressed on your leg.

you buck your hips up against spencer, begging for some friction.

“i need you inside of me, spencer.” the use of his name he was so unfamiliar with made his pants grow tighter.

“so needy.” he jokes with a smile, moving to remove your pants, his mouth watering at the sight of your covered pussy, a perfect wet spot in the center.

“so, so pretty.” he sighs, hooking his fingers in your underwear and pulling it off of your legs.

without warning he inserts two of his fingers in you, causing you to gasp and moan at the new sensation. you slowly attempt to remove his shirt as pleasure blinds your senses.

soon enough, spencer is moving down to attach his mouth on your cunt. “spence, please, im gonna cum. i need you inside me.” you moan, your back arching. this garners a moan from the handsome man, his noises echoing in your pussy.

you expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. you feel your walls begin to tighten as he returns his fingers into you, allowing you to finally cum.

you moan and groan, his name on your lips.

even though your only semi cognizantas you recover from your high, you can’t help but notice the way spencer has begun to crash his hips against the bed.

“inside me.” you demand, your breathing heavy. spencer smiles as he removes his pants, leaving just his boxers, and crawls over top of you. he captures your lips in a heated and sloppy kiss, the remnants of your orgasm on his lips.

you reach down, breaking the kiss to remove his underwear, his hard and leaking cock sticking straight up. you smile as he pecks your lips, moving himself so his cock is aligned with your entrance.

he glides his cock over your slit a few times, causing you to beg him to be inside you. you’ve never felt this desperate before. he slowly pushes his large dick into you, causing you to groan, slightly in pain due to his size.

“you okay, baby?” he whispers, noticing your discomfort. you nod as your walls adjust, his size now feeling incredible.

he begins to pump his cock in and out, immediately hitting you in your sweet spot.

“fuck.” you moan, throwing your head back. he uses his hand to move your face back, towards him.

“i want to see your pretty face when you cum, y/n.” he says, in almost a demanding manner, but still with kind undertones.

his words don’t fail to turn you on, somehow even more.

“oh, you like that?” he says through a moan, as his pace quickens, the leud sounds of his cock driving deep inside you, mixed with moans, fill the small room.

“i’m close,” spencer admits, through breathy moans. you open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a deep moan.

you feel his dick twitch inside you as rubs your clit with his fingers.

“cum inside me, please.” you beg, feeling your core tighten around him, your release nearing.

“are you sure?” he asks, his movements becoming more sloppy, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat.

“yes!” you confirm as you reach your climax for the second time, spencer following quickly.

his hot cum fills you up as he continues his movements, riding you both through your highs.

when you’ve both had a second to catch your breaths, he pulls out of you, leaving you full of his cum, but missing his cock. you smile as he gives you a slow kiss, laying down next to you.

“you’re so perfect.” he whispers into your hair as you lay your head on his chest. you smile, happy, but a little confused how just over a day ago you couldn’t stand this beautiful man.

a/n: thank you all for 100 followers and so much love on my last post. as someone new to tumblr it seriously means a lot. just so you know, my requests are open!!!! thanks again🫶🫶🫶

[tojisun]

THAT BLOOD AS LUBE THING!!!! HERES MY TAKE!!!!!!

Logan having been punched in the mouth so many times that when he has you finally bent over, your both panting and full of aggressive adrenaline with your knees pushed up to your chest, his giant hands splayed over the backs of your thighs, he lets a bloody string of spit fall from his mouth and onto your exposed cunt from where he’s absolutely shredded the crotch of your costume.

THIS SEXY THING IN REFERENCE TO THAT? GODDAMN YEA cw: smut; f!reader; blood as lube; fucking in public; thrashing bcuz of oversensitivity - all consensual; a touch of poolverine/reader poly :3 this is v short im sorry! // divider by @/plutism!

the guttural hunger ripples in waves as logan tears through your pants, each rip sending his hackles rising, the tension between the two of you brewing, until he’s got you fully bare and ready for him. your scent hits him hard, and he almost buckles down, his cock jumping underneath his suit, before he’s got your thighs cushioning either side of his head.

he takes in a greedy drag, nose flaring at the waft of your aroma—so wet and messy and all his.

logan’s eyes flick up to you for a moment—a question—and you give him the subtlest of nods, and it’s all he needs to pry his maw open. the thick string of blood and spit mixed together falls like a diabolical glob on your cunt, and watching him do this makes your breath hitch.

everything about this is rugged, animalistic, but it is also so, so hot. you try to rationalize past your need, telling yourself that this isn’t the right time to be fucked, not when logan’s bleeding all over your cunt, but a rough tongue presses flat on your slit and your thoughts are razed into fractures.

you keen, bucking in his hold, as your hands fly to grip anything you can, trying so desperately to ground yourself. logan doesn't let you, digging in like a man starved and aching; he ruts his bloodied mouth all over your pussy, hot tongue fucking past your folds and into the tight ring of your cunt, and slurps.

“fuck!” you cry out, fists tightening around whatever remains of your pants. your head falls backwards, exposing your throat as you scream.

logan can eat pussy, you’ve known that for years, but there is a curl of something primal in the way he eats you out tonight—all filthy and overwhelming, his silence making you feel ever more so like a prey being devoured. tears are already springing up from your eyes, beading, until a sob wretches itself from your throat because it’s—

it’s too good!

you’re babbling nonsense, you realize later, your words slurring when you beg and moan, telling him how it’s too much and how he needs to stop—“please ‘gan!”—as you feel your mind getting scrambled with the intensity of this all. you try to dislodge yourself from his hold, thrashing, but logan pushes you down with a firm hand on your belly, subduing every effort to rip his mouth off from your cunt.

you’re fully crying now, shaking, and you try warning him that you’re about to cum—the dregs of your ecstasy peaking with every lick and sharp teeth dragging to nip at your folds and at your clit—but you can’t. you’re too drunk off of the pleasure, and your body feels like a rubber pulled taut, ready to snap as your climax builds—

tipping—

then logan’s pulling away with a snarl.

“no!” you keen, sobbing, trembling hands reaching to pull him back before your euphoria dies down, but logan’s already straightening up and folding himself over you, his bulk easily covering you. “i wan’ cum! logan, please—”

“shh,” he coos, like he isn’t wet with your slick and his tan skin tinged with the slightest of red. you see yourself on his beard, droplets of your slick glinting like little diamonds as he leans in.

he pushes your hair away from your face with a grin, and it looks mean but not unkind; just teasing because he knows how much your need has grown. he must have. no one knows your body more than anyone else, after all, and you are sure that he knew that you were there, on the throes of your orgasm, waiting for it to spill into a stuttering blanket of white.

“i’ve got you, darl,” he continues, like he didn’t just edge you off. “gon’ fuck you good now—prepared you nice f’me, after all.”

oh.

you hiccup, still glaring up at him with vitriol despite the promise, but you feel yourself loosening up as the tension leaves your body. he hums, still petting your cheek, and you grumble, looking away because you can’t stand the force of his attention—all that crinkled-eye smile and raggedly endearing taunts he chirps at you.

logan hums, satisfied at seeing you placated, then he’s moving back up again. the action draws air into your exposed cunt and you move to shut your legs close, at least even for a bit, but he wrenches them apart with a heavy hand pressing down on your inner thigh, and slots himself properly between your legs. you roll your eyes at him, dutifully ignoring the way your cheeks are warming up at being so exposed before logan while he’s still all clothed with his suit.

he chuckles with a fond shake of his head, and paws for the zipper on his suit. the sound of it dragging makes you twitch, feeling hypersensitive again. you feel him getting excited too, his chest heaving when he finally pulls his cock out from his pants. you stare at it, still so unused to the size because logan’s big, yes, and he’s big everywhere—from his thighs to his delts, and now his cock.

it’s girthy, webbed with thick veins, and leaking; pearly pre- beading on the head, and nothing has ever made your mouth water more than seeing it.

you want it in you, yes, but fuck, you want your throat stuffed too. want it fucked raw and ruined; want to be used by logan—

but your cunt is wet and itching, and you want to cum so, so bad.

you wonder what you must have looked because logan’s stuffing his fingers in your mouth, as though in placation, and you suck on them, greedy, not minding the faint taste of earth and salty sweat. it makes you even headier, filling you up with the reminder of where you two are, and you whimper, need bloating, because fuck, you need him now.

logan is still quiet even when he taps his cock over your clit, sending goosebumps to rise all over your skin.

“ready, pretty bird?” he asks like he can’t smell the desperation rolling off of you.

still, you nod, and you try your best to relax because you feel so worked up already with all the dragging—

then, logan’s pushing in, in, in, and you are gone.

.

you don’t even know how many time’s you’ve cum now, only that your cunt is oversensitive and your thighs are a sticky mess and your throat is hoarse, but it must have been hours because the sky has turned dark, almost pitch black, and there’s nothing else but you and logan—

the sound of boots crinkling against rocks makes you freeze, your sharp senses breezing past the euphoric pressure being pounded into your cunt, before you put a hand over logan’s chest, making him stop.

with only the sounds of ragged breathing, the two of you hear where the echoing footsteps are coming from. still perched on your back—and speared by logan’s cock—you tip your head up, not minding the upside-down perspective of your surroundings.

logan groans the moment a familiar red suit walks into view. wade’s got his mask pulled up just enough that you two see his grin, then—

“and where’s my invitation?”

logan groans again, while you give out a breathy chuckle, pussy clenching around logan’s cock. he bucks in with a confused grumble.

what? your throat is still pretty lonely, after all.

wade was lounging atop a building when he sees his two favourite people fight— wait they’re— oh? oh.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

One Night Stand (Logan)

Description: Y/N and Logan have a one night stand but Y/N is very awkward about it and avoids Logan. While Logan is very cocky about it.

Warning: Smutty

Word Count: 1,046

Requests: Hiii, I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n wakes up next to Logan after a one night stand? They aren't together and they don't realllyy remember it but Logan is cocky as usually and the reader is lowkey kinda awkward about it, also you can throw wade into the mix somewhere if you like 😭, thank you

His large hands caressed her naked hips as she rode him. His eyes stared up at her with lust as she moaned his name. She was doing all the work but yet she was praising him. He was so beautiful and had the best dick she ever had. He was huge compared to her but that turned him on more than anything. Her eyes were rolling back as she whined that she was close. He told her to cum for him and she didn’t need to be told twice. Her screams of pleasure and his name left her lips til she couldn’t make any more noise. Triggering his climax he groaned and bucked his hips as he let loose in her. The feeling of her tight and warm pussy was driving him mad. Her legs were shaking and he smirked and the fact that there was no way she would be walking for the next few days. 

Her eyes opened slowly to the sunlight outside. She groaned and turned away just to bump into something that definitely was not a pillow. She opened her eyes to see Logan in her bed and naked at that. Her eyes widened and it took everything in her not to scream. He was still asleep. She thought about leaving the room but realized that this was her bed. What did they do?

She tried to think back to the night before but only remembered that she was drinking. Great, She thought. They definitely had sex but she couldn’t remember how it happened or why. She poked him in the shoulder until he stirred and turned towards her. His eyes still closed but he was waking up. “Y/N?” He asked as he opened his eyes to be faced with her. She looked around the room avoiding eye contact with him. “What happened?” He asked and she gave him a shrug.

His eyes looked down at both of their bodies and saw that they were naked. He smirked and chuckled, “You finally got me in bed.” It was more of a statement than a question. A cocky statement and she just stared at him with no expression. What did he mean finally? “All it took was a few drinks to get you to admit you wanted me and here we are.” She rolled her eyes at him and got up. His eyes followed her naked form as she gathered his clothes, “You need to leave.” She told him and threw his clothes on the bed.

The smirk he wore didn’t disappear as he got his clothes on. She stared at his delicious body as he got dressed. He walked up to her and kissed her, “Woah what are you doing?” She asked. He chuckled and kissed her head, “Well I mean we slept together right? I should be allowed to kiss you.” She shook her head and walked to the bathroom that was connected to her room. Logan walked out of her room with a smile on his face. 

Y/N avoided him for the rest of the week. Any time he knocked on her door she pretended to be asleep. Tension was high and who better to notice than Wade? “You guys had sex?” Wade practically yelled. Logan shushed him, not wanting Y/N to hear what they were talking about. “Yes and I feel like she’s avoiding me.” Wade was confused, “But she likes you.” Logan knew that and that’s what confused him.

“Yeah I’m aware but she’s being so awkward about this.” He stated. “Well maybe next time I can join so it’s not.” Wade was joking but he wasn’t. Logan rolled his eyes at the merc and got up. Y/N finally came out of her room as she couldn’t avoid him forever. Both heads turned in her direction as she walked to the fridge. “Haven’t seen ya since you got drunk.” Wade said. “Yeah well a lot has happened since then.” She said and Logan huffed. “So I’ve heard.” Wade couldn’t keep a secret for shit.

Logan glared at him as Y/N turned towards them, “What?” She asked, only looking at Wade. “You get the guy you want and now you’re avoiding him.” Y/N glared at Logan who put his hands up. “You act like you weren’t screaming my name.” He said. “Damn wish I could’ve heard it.” Wade mumbled. Y/N’s face was red from his words. “I don’t remember it, you asshole!” She yelled at Logan and stormed away. “Though if she did she would enjoy it.” Wade said. “I heard that!” 

Logan had enough of her avoiding him like she didn’t come onto him. She was the one telling him how hot he was and how she gets super turned on when he wears the suit and the mask. He knocked on her door. It was 5 pm and he knew she wasn’t sleeping. “Come on Y/N, I know you’re in there. Just open the door. We need to talk about this.” He said. She refused so he sighed, “Y/N, I’ve had feelings for you for awhile now and when you came onto me I was so happy that you returned the feelings. I mean you were praising me during sex and it was the best. But Wade told me a few months ago that you liked me so I planned to make a move eventually but unfortunately it happened while we were drunk. But I don’t regret it cuz it was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He sighed and she opened the door.

He smiled at her but she just stared at him. “You mean that?” She asked and he nodded. She was truly afraid he only wanted to have sex with her but hearing that he had feelings for her made it all better. “Yes. I like you Y/N and I have for awhile.” He told her and she finally gave him a smile. Her awkwardness for the situation went away as she gave him a kiss. This time no pulling away until they needed air. “I like you too Logan.” He figured as much. “Now I have to go kill Wade.” She said and stormed down the hallway. “WADE!” She yelled and he watched her go up to Wade ready to beat him up.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

A fluffy ficlet to combat some of the day's ugliness!

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Love and Anethesia

"How does someone make it to forty with all four of their wisdom teeth?" Eddie asked, leaning against the waiting room wall with his arms crossed. The fluorescent lights made the dental office feel somehow both too sterile and too intimate.

"He said his parents weren't really 'dentist people'—whatever that means," Buck said, fidgeting with his keys. "Anyway, thanks for coming with me. The dentist said he's going to be super loopy, and I can't really drive and take care of him at the same time."

Before Eddie could answer, the quiet hum of the office was interrupted by the squeak of wheelchair wheels. Tommy was being guided out to the lobby by a nurse, his cheeks comically swollen with gauze.

"Hey sweetheart," Buck said softly, moving to Tommy's side. "How you feeling?"

Tommy's eyes were glazed and wandering, but they lit up at the sound of Buck's voice. "It's my boyfriend, Eleven!" His words were slurred around the gauze. He squinted, looking confused. "No, that's not right—he's a deer, but only not to me." His unfocused gaze drifted to Eddie, and his face broke into a dopey grin. "And this guy! But he doesn't have a mustache anymore and that makes me sad. Poor little guy." He reached out as if to pat Eddie's now-bare upper lip, but his hand missed by several inches.

Buck bit his lip to keep from laughing, while Eddie's eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"Ok, big guy," the nurse said with a practiced smile. "These guys are going to take you home."

"But what about my surgery?" Tommy asked, his brow furrowing in genuine concern beneath the haze of anesthesia.

"Babe, you just had your surgery," Buck said gently, exchanging an amused look with Eddie.

Tommy blinked slowly, processing this information. "Well then get me out of here," he declared with sudden urgency, attempting to stand up from the wheelchair and nearly tipping forward before Buck steadied him.

Somehow they managed to get Tommy strapped into Buck's Jeep, a process that involved Eddie guiding his wobbly legs while Buck supported his weight. Once Tommy was secure, Buck crawled in next to him in the backseat.

"You're sitting next to me?" Tommy asked, his head lolling against the headrest. His eyes widened with sudden realization. "Why am I in the backseat?" He started fumbling with his seatbelt. "It's ok, I can drive."

"Whoa, no you can't," Buck said quickly, catching Tommy's hands before he could unclip the belt. He threaded their fingers together instead, a practiced move to keep his boyfriend contained.

"You're pretty," Tommy said dreamily to Buck. "Do you like boys?" His eyes fixed on the birthmark above Buck's eye with intense fascination. "I want to kiss your face and your red eye splotch."

Buck caught Tommy's wandering hand, his expression a mix of amusement and tenderness. Eddie's quiet laugh from the driver's seat wasn't helping him keep a straight face.

"Yeah sweetheart, I like boys," Buck said softly, still holding Tommy's hand. His smile grew wider as Tommy stared at him in wonder, like he was discovering this information for the first time.

"That's so good," Tommy slurred, looking absolutely delighted. "That's so good because I like boys too. Well, just you. You're my favorite boy." He leaned heavily against Buck's shoulder, then jerked back up. "Wait, does that mean we can date?"

From the driver's seat, Eddie couldn't hold back his snort of laughter.

Tommy started to fall asleep, his head drooping onto Buck's shoulder. "I'm gonna hug you and kiss you and marry you," he mumbled, words growing softer as he drifted off. "And make little smudge-eyed babies."

Buck's heart melted at Tommy's drug-addled declaration. He caught Eddie's knowing smirk in the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes fondly, pulling Tommy closer against his side as his boyfriend finally succumbed to sleep.

[theplumsoldier]

quiet

summary: out of the whole team, eddie is the only one not quite realizing that you are in fact, flirting him him. he knows he likes you, but doesn't quite seem to be able to fathom that you might actually be feeling the same way about him. this is you confronting him

pairing: eddie diaz x f!reader

word count: 2,9k

warnings: stuttering fool!diaz mwahaa, vulgar language, 18+ MDNI; unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), friends to lovers, dirty talk, fingering, the mustache, fire station bathroom fucking, interrupted fucking >.<, pet names

In the past, many dumb decisions had been the aftermath of an emotionally fuelled conversation with your friend Buck. It was his pep talk that convinced you to take your first sip at 14, his supportive words that led you to believe you could make the jump from the roof to the tree without a scratch (you broke a leg), it was his smooth-talking charm that helped you get laid and catch an std, and now you marched into the fire station to confront Eddie Diaz about your feelings. You couldn't help but wonder if that was what this was—a dumb ass decision.

Chimney was the first to notice your presence, calling your name in a greeting. He and Eddie were sitting atop the rig, and the infamous puppy eyes shined down on you. They were geared up, and you cursed under your breath, eyes set on Eddie.

They disembarked the truck, and you breathed out. You always knew he was a damn fine man, but the soft-looking hair and pornstache made you want to pounce on him right there.

"Eddie, can we talk?" you asked, wanting to get straight to business before you lost your courage.

"Yeah, what's up?" he smirked, looping his thumbs through the belt hoops and sauntered over to you.

You cocked your head, eyes scanning your surroundings. "Somewhere a little more private perhaps."

The smirk dropped, and his lips parted slightly, oh. "Uh—yeah, sure."

Eddie led the way to the backrooms, though his pace was hesitant as you reached the hallway, unsure where to go. The tension lingering in the air began to seep through Eddie's skin.

You came to a standstill just outside the bathrooms, and you could see the nervousness in his fidgeting demeanor, the weight of "can we talk" finally hitting him like a truck.

Sighing resignedly, you grabbed onto his forearm, and an awkward chuckle left his lips when you pushed him backward into the bathroom. "Wha-what's going on?"

"I need to know if you want to have sex with me," you said curtly and folded your arms, leaning against the sink, waiting for his answer with an impatient trepidation in your foot.

You might as well have punched the air right out of his lungs. Eddie's eyes widened, brows heaving in surprise, then wrinkling into a knot. His lips twitched, parted, and closed again as his brain worked overtime to figure out how to speak. He couldn't tell whether you were accusing him or simply asking a question. You certainly looked annoyed with him as you stared him down, and truthfully, it scared him a tad.

A dumbfounded stutter sounded, "e-excuse me?"

You sighed and threw out your hands animatedly. "Come on, Eddie! Just tell me—I'm beginning to feel pretty damn stupid. I'm not sure if you think our banter is just this silly little thing, but I haven’t exactly been hiding my flirting with you, and I'm beginning to wonder if you just find the very idea repulsive or if you actually literally wouldn't know until I got down on my knees and slapped your cock in my face."

His breath caught in his throat, the image instantly painted onto the inside of his eyelids. Eddie's cheeks burned red in a matter of seconds, eyes flickering to anywhere but you and his body stiffened as he awkwardly stood in the middle of the bathroom. He tried to find words, but he had no resemblance of a coherent sentence, instead uttering a choppy mix of "uh's" and "I's."

You realized you were putting him on the spot, painting a very vivid picture for him to process, but quite frankly, your anxiety was getting the better of you, and you wanted his raw reaction to leave no room for doubt. You were confronting him, and you were not about to leave without some clarity.

The stutter made you regain some of your boldness, and you pushed yourself off of the sink and sauntered closer to him, raising an eyebrow as the proximity forced him to stop averting your gaze.

You raised an eyebrow at him, and his wetted lips parted slightly, looking oh-so-fucking biteable. "So, Eddie, I need you to tell me if you would like to fuck me."

You didn't miss the way his Adam's apple bounced in his throat or the way his jaw tensed under your scrutinizing look. An awkward chuckle came to his defense. "You make it sound so sordid."

You couldn't help the sly smirk pulling on the corner of your mouth, and you tilted your head. "Would you like me to go easy on you then?"

Eddie could hear his pulse thumping in his ears, feel the way his chest tightened as it so often did when he was around you, and see the way your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. He felt as if he were in a haze, tipsy on surging emotions, his mind clouded by an uncanny concoction of bewilderment and lust. He stammered, “N-no.”

Of course he was not oblivious to your flirting with him. It was just that he had convinced himself you were playing around, that you were entertaining yourself with him because he did not see himself the way you did. Unbeknownst to Eddie, he had given you the impression that he was feeling the exact way he had been sure you felt with him.

You took his hands and placed them on either side of your hips, gently leading them further down, just enough so that he could feel the flesh of your ass. His chest heaved as he felt how you wanted his hands on you, and for a moment, he felt as if his knees might give out under him.

"Now tell me," you ordered, ghosting your lips over his, needing to pace yourself not to bite out and latch onto him. "Do you want to fuck me, Eddie?"

"Ye-yes," he breathed, doe-eyes transfixed on your tempting lips, brows furrowed as if in pain, the palms of his hands squeezing your hips ever so slightly.

You smirked in triumph, then slipped out of his careful embrace, turned on your heel, and moved to the door. Eddie stuttered, hurriedly tailing you like a cartoon character floating toward a delicious smell, perplexed as he thought you might leave him.

He did not have much time to process what happened as you switched the lock on the door and pivoted back to him, forcibly pulling him into you, bracketing him between yourself and the door when you finally connected your lips to his.

His lips were softer than they looked, the contrast of the rougher sensation of his mustache making you moan into his mouth, nibbling on the plush skin of his bottom lip.

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders when Eddie's tongue swept over your lip, seeking entrance to something he only now realized he could have had long ago. The realization made him hold you possessively. You might have him pushed flush against the door, but he took charge and made sure you couldn't leave.

His demanding desire for you made the heat in your stomach spread as the kiss deepened, losing yourselves in one another. One hand steadying yourself against his taut chest and another tugging at his brown locks seemed to melt him right into you. Your hips ground against his on their own accord, and you eagerly pulled at his jacket when you felt the swell of him push back against you.

Eddie was suddenly in a hurry to remove the layers, desperate to feel more of your warmth. You kissed your way down his neck as more skin was revealed, fingers deftly working on the buttons of his uniform while he shimmied off the jacket.

Eddie damn near whimpered your name, his head just about reeling, unsure whether this was reality or another fever dream. You didn't detach your hungry mouth from his throat, only moving to his pulse point, hoping to find another soft spot that might make him repeat your name.

He moaned your name again as you sucked down on the sensitive skin, his hand coming up and clutching a tight fist of your hair. "The... the team is—" he stammered, breathing heavily but was cut off as you elicited another ragged moan from him.

You huffed against his jaw, cradling his cheek to make him look into your eyes for a second. "They know, Eddie," you chuckled, shaking your head. "You are literally the only one who didn't. I'm pretty sure Chim knew exactly what my plan was dragging you away." You continued kissing down his neck, sucking on the newly exposed skin just below his collarbone.

Eddie inhaled sharply, relishing the way you invaded all of his senses. The way your mouth claimed his skin, how you practically radiated unfiltered need, the feeling of your hips seeking friction from his hardening—

"I'm still on duty. If the alarm—" he uttered haltingly, practicalities penetrated the atmosphere you created.

You rolled your eyes, ghosting your puffy lips over his plush ones. "If the alarm goes off, I'll let you off the hook. But until then," you trailed off, loosening his belt. The rustling of the metal clasp and the scraping sound of the zipper snapped something in him.

Before you got the chance to do more than undo the zipper, Eddie clashed his lips back against yours with renewed vigor. He spun you around so that you were pinned against the door instead of him, hungrily licking into your mouth as his palms eagerly learned every dip and curve of your figure.

His hands settled just under your ass and with a little tap, you happily swung your legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as you felt his bulge exactly where you wanted.

A low grumble sounded from his throat as you tried to grind down on him, craving more of that sweet friction. Eddie hastily moved you to the sink, perching you right on the edge for him to press firmly between your legs. "Can't tell you how often I've thought of having you like this."

You grinned against his lips, hands roaming the hard planes of his chest. "On the sink in the fire station bathroom? Mm—knew you were romantic."

Eddie snorted, shaking his head slightly into the crook of your neck. He ground his hips against yours again, placing open-mouthed kisses down to your breasts, pulling needily at the fabric of your shirt. "Just last night, 'n the day before that. Fuck, when we were at Buck's the other day—couldn't stop myself from fuckin' into my hand the minute I got in the car."

A breathy moan escaped you at the thought of him jerking off as if his life depended on it, and you threaded your fingers through his hair as he lowered himself to his knees. Eddie's calloused hands palmed your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he hitched your skirt higher.

You shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath against your exposed skin, involuntarily bucking forward when his thumb hooked the inner seam of your panty line.

"Joder," Eddie cursed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eyes flickered to yours for a beat, silent worship and desire mixed in the brown orbs, and you swore you could come undone from that longing gaze alone. "So fucking pretty for me."

For Eddie. Always for Eddie.

He trailed kisses up your thigh, his mustache tickling the delicate skin making you writhe, but his hands held you firmly, teasingly nuzzling his nose closer to your dripping sex.

In a swift move, he hooked his fingers through the material and tucked your panties to the side, not sparing a second before diving in. Licking the wet juice from your core, he seemed like a starved man, and although you wanted nothing more than to feel him fill you up, you couldn't find it in you to stop him. Not when he got on his knees to eat you out instead of just taking you right there on the sink, not when he moaned into your cunt like this was giving him great release.

"Eddie," you whimpered, letting your head fall back as the pleasure of his tongue consumed you.

He licked a long flat stripe through your folds, gathering your juices as his thumb went to circle your clit. You gasped at the pressure of his rough pad against the bundle of nerves, moaning, clenching around the tip of his greedy tongue.

Your hands clutched at his hair, knees already buckling under your weight from the pleasure coursing your veins, orgasm coming in hot. Ceasing his steady torture to your clit, you whined and opened your eyes to look down when he suddenly slipped two long and thick digits into your cunt, feeling the way you squeezed around him so deliciously as he attached his lips to your clit instead.

Easily gliding into your sex, Eddie was quick to set a consistent pace, pumping his fingers into you slowly but determinately. You muffled your moans and pleas with your hand, but the effort seemed ludicrous as the wet squelches from your dripping cunt echoed off the walls.

"F-fuck, Eddie," you cried, hands gripping the sink for support, knuckles turning white as you writhed against him. "Please—please, Eddie!"

It didn't take long for him to push you over the edge, a combination of sucking harshly on your clit and relentlessly plunging his digits into you and that fucking gaze. You clamped down on his fingers and came hard, chanting his name like a prayer.

While regaining your breath, Eddie stood back up while you came down from your high. His wet lips clashed against yours in a hungry kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned at the taste of your own release.

"Eds—" you panted as he pressed his clothed groin against you, desperate to feel the bare thickness of his length inside you.

"Tastes so damn sweet, cariño," Eddie muttered against you, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip. You whimpered pathetically, capturing his lips again, the taste intoxicating, as you reached down to free his cock. He chuckled, your heart melting as the feeling of the rumble in his chest. "Easy, easy now. Good things come to those who wait, sweetheart."

You had to roll your eyes at the attitude. "That's only half of the saying—"

His grumble testified to his not appreciating your talking back, but when he swirled you around and bent you over the sink, you saw his hard-set expression through the mirror and knew he didn't mind one bit.

Eddie eating you out had made you forget just how easy you had made it for him to free his cock, so when he sheathed himself to the hilt in your dripping cunt, a loud moan caught in your throat.

"Fuckin' hell, muñeca," Eddie moaned, feeling how nicely you stretched around him. "Feels so good wrapped around me, baby."

He preserved the moment for a bit, one hand keeping a firm grip on your waist and another sliding up your back in a soothing motion. You had dropped your head at the initial stretch, needing a second to accompany his thick girth, but the gentle rub of his hand made you look back into the mirror.

Your glossy eyes, furrowed brows, and flushed expression made Eddie twitch inside you. He flashed a lopsided grin, his hand coming to rest on the side of your neck, squeezing ever so slightly as he slowly pulled back out.

A shaky breath left you, your walls tightening around him on his way out, eyes fluttering shut when he filled you back up. "E-Eddie—"

"I know, baby, I know," he shushed, using his purchase to pull you back so that you were flush against his chest, hand gliding up your throat, resting against your cheek. He strained your neck just enough to lock his eyes with yours, his breath hot against your jaw. "Ya doing so good for me, yeah. Yeah—" he whispered ragged praises and peppered sweet kisses to your skin, keeping you close as he eased into you, bottoming out. "But you need to be quiet for me, hm—can you do that, baby? You gonna be good for me while I take you?"

Eddie's mind suddenly switched to panic mode at his mention of the forbidden word at the firehouse.

Nothing can ever be quiet in the firehouse.

The world stilled for him for a second, feeling your desperate cunt pulsing around him, for him, when the siren went off.

Your eyes widened and he cursed himself.

“No, no, no, Eddie—” You shook your head vigorously and pushed yourself further back on him.

He looked as if in pain when he pulled his weeping cock out, already forcing it back into hiding. He turned you around to face him, wanting nothing more than to replace the pouty face with one of ecstasy again. He kissed you passionately and swept his fingers through your folds, collecting your juices while making you moan into his mouth. “M'so sorry, sweetheart, I'll have to make it up to you later.”

He skipped over to the door, grabbing his jacket off of the floor before yanking the door open, sticking the fingers with your arousal in his mouth, leaving you with a wink and crying cunt.

Buck was jumping onto the engine, pulling the door shut behind Eddie.

"Looking a bit flustered there, Diaz,” Buck teased and Eddie gave him a glare of warning. 

He swallowed hard and shifted as he sat down, cock throbbing in his turnout.

He was not about to tell the crew he was the reason for their shift about to become a hellish one.

[cyber333angel]

CLARK KENT X SWEETHEART!READER <33

a/n : this is pure smut yap as usual, clarks kind of submissive in this, a dash of dubcon but not really.. that’s all 😋

it started off slow, a nice dinner at your place with a movie that clark had so kindly recommended himself, then some kisses on the sofa with the TV still playing.

next thing you know your panties are pulled to the side and clarks on top of you with his muscular arms holding him above you, hesitantly but needlessly kissing at your plush lips. you moan into the kiss as you feel his bulge pressing against your cunt just waiting to be released from the fabric. you giggle when his glasses press at your forehead, his weary face apologizing when he realizes how clumsy and impatient he’s acting. “sorry- i guess im a little nervous..” you smile softly to assure him it was a silly accident, pulling clark even closer when he places his glasses on the coffee table. “its okay, i was nervous before you came here too..” and that’s all it took to ease him down in front of the girl he really liked, “really?” he asked for more reassurance and you were more then welcome to assure him again. “yes of course! clark i really like you..”

somehow in between that small but meaningful conversation something changed with you and clark, he seemed more sure of himself and even more sure on how to please you.

now you were in his lap wailing as you rode on top, holding onto clarks neck for balance and assurance. he was just so deep into you and hearing his faint pants and whimpers only made you even more wet, you get up from the crater of his neck to look at him more closely and he is a wreck. even more than you. the look on his face made you involuntarily whine, he looked so cute and overwhelmed from all your bouncing and grinding on him. with his bushy brows all furrowed and the most docile eyes, just waiting to cum and your tight cunt squeezing around him wasn’t helping. “please keep going-just a little more please..” his breath hitches out and you were more than willing to comply, going back to bucking your hips onto his dick with pleads similar to his and failing to keep your lips off his. feeling the tip of his cock reach too deep into you and touch your cervix, your back arches and you hiss at the stretch, “shit..” you hear as a whisper from the man im front of you, large hands clasping onto the globes of your ass even harsher. “s’too big-just wait clark..”

“i know nd im s-sorry, just feels so good..” and there’s no way you could have sensed that complete disregard of your pleads over his face of submission, a gasp being pulled from you when clarks suddenly plowing into you. his strong arms holding your waist down as he pushes you completely on his dick, up and down as you take all of his veiny length.

you can’t even make up a complete sentence with the pace he’s going at, showing out his unforgiving strength with each thrust. your mind starts going dumb and all you feel is full and, “so’good..” you whimper out. nails scratching and digging into the flesh of clarks back as he babbles on right back to you. “need y-you so bad..” and “taking me so good angel..” the absolute mess that was created between the two of your legs didn’t go unnoticed, the echoing of skin slapping against each other overshadowed the volume of the TV, only moans and squelchs of your mixed pleasure.

not long after you feel a quiver in your stomach along with a fullness in your tummy, picking up your head from clarks chest to look down at him, holding his face in your hands. “think m’gonna c-cum..” you tell him, his pace slowing down but still just as rough. “yeah? please cum for me, need to feel it..” you place your hands on his shoulders as clark grinds you down on his lap with ease, both of you panting as reach your release and cum. your legs shaking when you feel the ropes of cum shoot into your pulsing hole and your sensitive clit rub against clarks abdomen. you would have never guessed the cute clumsy nerd with glasses at work would fuck you like this but you did know you would never find someone like him.

and when the two of you were done, sleeping in each others arms you couldn’t stop wondering.. with his glasses off and his hair all sweaty, your boyfriend kinda looks like that superman guy you keep seeing on TV.

[goaskangel]

sukuna's split tongue!

a/n...he does not have a split tongue from what i kno but it's lowk so cannon don't tell me otherwise. been thinking about this for SUCH A LONG TIMMMEEE AAAUGHH let me kno if you guys want more, also it's true form suku which is his best form, i'll always write about his true form

sukuna didn’t realize his split tongue would be such a problem for you. he’s told you about body modifications and their importance for him as a king, but the one thing you couldn’t quite grasp was his snake appearance. 

his inked body and stretched ears were attractive on their own, hell, even his large four arms and mouth-adorned abdomen were no problem. his spying, god-like eyes and a large muscle split in two constantly fidgeting in his mouth sent you to daydream. 

not like he ever asked you what you were into, he enjoyed his experimenting. using this new found weakness to his advantage. feeling and seeing how pliant you get from a little bit of domination. kissing you gently on your soft skin and softer lips, going as far as telling you what you liked. 

“mm you like that.” he gently sneers when his cut tongue slithers into your welcoming mouth. you nod desperately during your high. holding onto his body and digging fingernails into him as two muscles danced and twirled around your own weak one. when you finally pull away, you stare hazily at the long sticky connection of your mixed spit from your lips to his. you moan gently when his tongue comes out to lick and break the bond. pretty pinks snatching the link away. 

it’s no good when it’s just intimate loving. lying comfortably across his lap as he coos at you, his strong, tatted arms helping as a rest for your head. you feel a creeping heat rise to your cheeks as he takes your right arm and kisses pecks on the skin. such a big monster, so soft when he gets to you. his lips are gentle and doting as they get closer to your much smaller fingers. pouted mouth dropping into an ‘o’ when his pecks turn sloppier. his tongue coming out to lick and curl around your fingertips. you squirm at the impact and shut your legs, unable to look away from the tight grip one of his hands now has on the back of your head. and because your eyes just need to see, not just feel how his stupidly large tongue wraps around your finger completely. smearing down hastily to lick at your palm. 

as if it couldn’t get any better. the first time he goes down to kiss your pretty cunt, you almost come from just watching his teasing tongue drool above your achy clit. his arms hold your legs still as he leans in to messily french-kiss the hood of your bud, groaning into your folds. his toothy canines bumping against your slick. you buck your hips up to chase the heat in your lower stomach as his split-heaven gropes your swollen slit. the feeling so different so good, you can’t help but cry out as he starts to fuck your glossy hole. reaching so deep and massaging your own inner heat. your legs shake and tremble from the effect and your orgasm lasts for what seems like forever. “very good.” he says, tonguing soothing circles on your stimulated cunt. slowly sliding up your body with thick saliva being licked down onto you. between your breasts and up your neck. you gasp when he goes down to pucker wet kisses onto your pebbled nipples. through your drunk vision, you watch him unravel his ropes. let’s see how well you do with two tongues and two cocks.!

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[eddiazx]

bucked up - evan buckley x reader

You might be dying. 

That might sound like an exaggeration, but with countless shots of fireball and tequila (don’t mix your alcohol, folks), you’re pretty sure this is what being at death’s door would be like. 

Buck had the brilliant plan of throwing Chim a do-over bachelor party, even though Chim was no longer considered a bachelor. This time, Buck reasoned, everyone should be invited; the 118, their respective families, as well as people from Dispatch, including of course, Maddie. The party went well, a certified success compared to the first attempt. You remember Maddie and Chim dancing and being in love. You can also vaguely recall Josh and Eddie singing a duet on top of the bar, while you and Buck cheered them on boisterously.

The endless supply of shots were courtesy of Ravi and Lucy, both of whom you have already murdered in your mind. You would follow through with it if you could actually feel your limbs and get out of bed. 

Speaking of the bed though, you realize belatedly that it was an extremely nice, pillowy soft one. It was the kind of beds that luxury hotels would have. It was definitely not yours. 

You smooth your fingers over the thousand-thread count duvet cover, and you’re met with a sparkling glint of a diamond on your ring finger. You stare at it puzzled, before you take notice that you were entirely naked under the sheets. 

Before you can continue your scary revelations, you’re interrupted by a grunt and an arm thrown across your waist over the sheets. The person who grunted buries their face into your (naked) chest, still completely out cold.

You look down to see a band that matches yours on the person’s finger. When you push gently on their forehead with your index finger to see their face, you make a noise that probably resembles that of a dying whale. 

Because, in your drunken haze, you seem to have married your best friend and coworker last night. You married Buck. 

What the fuck.

“Buck. Buck!” You whisper harshly, trying to wake up your friend/apparent husband. 

“Huh?” Buck mumbles incoherently and sleepily, his mouth open against the the top of your breast. If your body reacted to that by tingling, no it didn’t.

He blearily opens his eyes. His eyes take a moment to focus on you, before he gives you a bright, dopey smile. “Hey, Y/N.” 

Buck then takes inventory of the room and the state of undress on both your parts. “Oh. What the fuck?” 

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms. Buck notices the ring on your finger from your actions, and then glances down to see that he has a similar one.

“Holy shit. What the fuck!”

“We covered that already.” You say bleakly, sliding the sheets up to shield your chest. You’re not sure why though, it seems that the two of you had seen each other quite intimately last night, and you had been quite… active, if the trash can full of condom wrappers were anything to go by. At least you practiced safe sex. Safe, married sex. Jesus Christ. 

“What the hell happened?!” 

“I don’t know, but I’ve already thought of 30 different ways to torture Ravi and Lucy.” 

Buck laughs, a hearty, booming cackle. The corners of your lips lift up involuntarily at the sound, like they always do when you were around Buck. He eventually gets up from the bed, and starts to move around the nice hotel room, trying to find evidence of last night. He goes to the dresser, where he picks up a paper, one that looks like a marriage certificate. 

“It’s definitely legal.” He shows you, both of your full names written clear as day. 

You were absolutely looking at the certificate and not Buck’s butt. Or the thing hanging between his legs. You don’t think he realizes he is naked, or if he did, he doesn't care. 

You reach onto the nightstand where your phone is and check if you had any new messages. You don't, but you stumble across nearly 100 pictures taken last night, along with some videos. 

“Buck, look.” You gesture at your phone, and he comes back to join you back on the bed as you scroll through. The two of you watch your past selves smiling brightly while putting rings on each other’s fingers. You go on to watch a video of Buck dipping you low, before he presses his lips on yours as your first married kiss. The video makes you feel so many things, and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. 

“I guess we should… get this annulled?” You propose, even though the words taste wrong in your mouth. 

“What if we didn’t?” Buck counters softly, avoiding your eyes. 

“What?” 

“You saw how genuine we are in those pictures and videos. What’s that saying, drunk words are sober thoughts? What if we stayed married?”

“Buck, we weren’t even dating before yesterday. How do we go from 0 to 100?” 

“I know, but.. something about this, being married to you, just seems right, don’t you find?”

“Yeah.” You agree honestly. 

“I think I’ve had feelings for you since day one." Buck admits. "You're my best friend, so who cares if we do things a little out of order?"

You smile at Buck, because the situation might be crazy, but you loved this man regardless of what title he wore; best friend or husband. You rest your hand on his, and say, "okay Buck. Let's stay married."

Buck cradles your face, kissing you properly and soberly. If you had thought the video of last night's kiss was sweet, that was nothing compared to this one.

"I do have a plan for the rest of our day though," Buck says, pulling away slightly. "I think we should consummate our marriage again," he continues, smirking and waggling his eyebrows at you.

"I think that's an excellent idea, husband." You giggle, as you move to straddle Buck.