#please always praise him and stroke his..............ego

[xoxo-samii]

Thinking about...

Men with big ego's who are actually the whiniest whores ever.

NSFW under cut!!!

It’s not his fault he was blessed by being the greatest.

He has the best face, the best voice, the best body and he’s also the best in bed…

But he’s not the best at praising other people…and that unfortunately includes you.

He’ll always give you backhanded compliments like, “It’s okay..but mines is better!” Or “You look decent next to me..”

So it’s a shocker when he’s moaning and whining like a bitch and starts to praise you!

“Fuck! P-please princess! Doing so g-good, Please let me cum!” He cries out.

His poor dick can’t handle all the mean abuse you were doing! Giving him short and fast strokes and slowly massaging his tip with your other hand. :(

He knocked his head back and continued to let out moans and praises, tears started to pour out his pretty eyes. “Y-you’re amazing! N-ngh. Please please!”

He arched his back as his big muscular tried to touch your hands, you quickly slap them away and stop what you were doing. “N-no! Don’t stop pretty, I was almost done!”

His voice cracking as he’s under you, he ruts his hips up, trying to get any pleasure he could!! he don’t care how desperate and worthless he looked. He needed to cum!! :((

You laughed at his pitiful state and asked him who’s the best, he whined, not wanting to answer but this only made you slap his hips hard. He let out a yelp and started to yap away.

“Y-you baby! Fuckk uhh, y-your the best! The best! Love y-you s’much, so per-perfect!! wanna fuckin’ cum—”

You decided your heard enough and started to stroke him faster, “Ahh f-fuckkk yes! Yes like that! S-so good, ughh.” He shuts his eyes and shouts out incoherents, poor guy was fucked out his mind. :(

You felt his dick twitch indicating he was getting close, “C-cum! m’gonna cum! Don’t st-stop!” He had a strong grip on your arm, his big muscle flexing, beads of sweat rolling off.

You felt like he learned his lesson so you gave him permission to release.

You didn’t have to tell him twice!!

With one last moan, his body started to shake. Cum started to spurt out his tip, “Hnngh~", th-thank you! So f-fuckin gooddd!” the white sticky substance going all over your hands and his stomach.

He continued rutting into your soft hands to ride out his high. You looked at him in awe, his beautiful face flushed a dark red and sweat rolling down his chin. His beautiful locks disheveled and some pieces sticking to his forehead.

“Fuckkkk…” He whimpered out, his dick going limp and so did his body. He tried to catch his breath but was having troubles.

He released your arm and ran his fingers through his hair, “T-that was g-good” he looked you in the eyes.

Lets just say he didn’t get ANY sleep for that night.

KAISER, Sae, TENGEN, Sanemi, DAZAI, Ranpo, GOJO, OIKAWA, ATSUMU, BAKUGO, IZANA, Baji, Sanzu, GRAY, Natsu, (and any of your faves)

[gatorbites-imagines]

AAGHJGH HI GATORRR WE NEERDDD MORE REX SMUT

Rex Sloan x male reader 

Ficlet 

My main goal is to blow up, and then act like i dont know nobody.  

Hey gamers, hows everyone doing? I was honestly just sitting here for a while trying to decide what to write for this. So, i became inspired by a Buddie fic i read earlier. 

Dating a hero was tough work for a civilian like you. Youd love to help out, save the world and all, if you had powers that is, totally... yeah... probably not. But it probably counted as some kind of civil service to keep one of the guardians pleased and happy, right? So really, you were almost a hero too. 

At least, that's how Rex made you feel at times, with how he keened and whined. How, even as you went down on him, sucking him off or eating him out, fucking him so hard he could barely cling on to the bed, he still talked and talked and talked. 

It became more slurred and lost a lot of reason, but boy could Rex talk. It was a bit embarrassing how much it stroked your ego, to just lay back, hands on his warm hips, assisting Rex in bouncing up and down as he slurred out the wildest of comments and praise. 

You had never had a guy pretty much shove his face under your balls, pupils blown huge as he lapped at your taint, mumbling halfheartedly about how fucking hot you tasted and smelled. Well, before Rex that is. Rex introduced you to a lot of things, made you realize a lot of things about yourself too. 

It was clear Rex was new in the whole, being the one to take it and be submissive part, as well as being new to having a boyfriend. But Rex took to it like a fish to water. When he figured out how to suppress his gag reflex and how to find his prostate, the train just started chugging and never stopped. 

Rex seemed to take his gag reflex as a challenge, vowing to get rid of it so he could deepthroat you whenever he wanted, and could live out his cock warming fantasies. Not that you are complaining, having a guy as hot and needy as rex all over you is never something to complain about, but god do you get sore sometimes. 

Rex has always used getting laid as an outlet for stress and the difficulties he faces in his life, now he just only has one person to do it with, where he actually likes submitting and pleasing someone else.

When he realizes hes actually allowed to just enjoy himself and not be Rex splode, but just Rex, he makes a habit of just throwing off his hero outfit, dropping to his knees and shuffling towards you. Sometimes he just needs to be held, other times he needs his mouth full so he can float comfortably in a different headspace. And sometimes he needs to be fucked so hard he can barely concentrate enough to make explosions the next day. 

He needs to be loved and pampered, and when Rex figures out who he really is, the love is returned tenfold. He may seem like a douche and cocky at times, but he really does love his partner, and wants to please them in any way that matters. 

[malereadermaniac]

Gym ~ Holland!Peter Parker x Male Reader

Top!Peter x Bottom!Reader cw: Working out n sweat, body worship, Bottom reader & top Peter, hand kink (kinda), underwear n sock stuff word count: 1.3k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Holland!Peter who likes to have you 'help' him as he works out in your home-gym. You motivate the hero throughout his workouts, laying under him as he does push-ups; rewarding your muscular boyfriend with a short n sweet kiss every time he lowers himself

Holland!Peter who uses you instead of weights whenever he can, especially when doing hip-thrusts. The handsome man having you sit on his hips, your ass literally on Peter's clothed crotch, as he grunts and groans with every raise of his hips - his dick obviously hardening underneath you with every thrust. The brunette's rough, veiny hand on your hip so firmly, keeping you in place as his other masculine hand rests in its rightful place on your thigh

Holland!Peter loving how evidently flustered you get when he works out with you, even though you try to hide the blush on your face behind your sassy/sarcastic facade. The hero knows you, like the back of his hand, so he not only tries to get his own weird pleasure out you 'helping' him but also to tease you from time to time; and he achieves this every time... It's not like it's hard, Peter knows what gets you going and uses it to his advantage, like keeping you below him and letting his sweat drip onto you, or keeping a firm grip on you, just to remind you of how fucking strong he actually is

Holland!Peter who always gets frisky during his workouts. Hey! Endorphins pair really fuckin' well with dopamine from having sex with the guy he fucking adores (you!). The hero's dick gets fully erect barely halfway through his session most of the time, resulting in Peter dropping subtle hints at you helping him out. Subtle as in wolf-whistling you when you bend over or smirking down at the tent in his sweatpants to get your attention.

Holland!Peter who fucking loves to have you suck him off while he lifts weights. He'll be doing bicep curls above you as you're on your knees in front of the brunette, absolutely going ham on his thick dick. His sweaty, hot balls and dick smell of his manly musk as you kiss and lick his shaft and sack, making the man above you groan as he sweats from exercise and being horny. Shit really hits the fan when your fully sucking Peter off; sloppily deepthroating his thick, veiny cock as his thick bush of sweaty pubes stuff your nose with his intoxicating scent. It turns you on so much to watch the man workout above you, watching his sweat roll down his abs and down his v-line as you pleasure him oh so nicely, his moans echoing in your gym along with grunts of your name.

Holland!Peter who loves it when you worship and praise his body after a workout, his glistening muscles lookin' so attractive as the hero sits on a changing bench and sprawls out his body (because yes, you two decided to also install a changing room for your private gym, and yes it was mainly to have sex in). Peter's dick will re-harden instantly as you kiss his collarbone, lick his sweaty pecks and kiss down his abs and all the way down to his sweaty feet. Your praises of how his body is "incredible" and "godly" and "sexy" really stroking his ego, getting his hormones raring.

Holland!Peter loving the way you look below him, kissing at his feet, making direct eye-contact as you submit to him; he's not the type to be dominant, but FUCK does he feel so horny when you go out of your way to to please him. He always offers his hand out to you, knowing how feral you go for his veiny, rough hands which have saved hundreds of lives. Peter's dick twitches like crazy as he watches you suck his fingers off as if they were his cock, his eyes unable to leave you as you work your tongue sloppily around his sexy fingers, looking into his eyes as your spit dribbles down the sides of your mouth and your chin.

Holland!Peter making you with you desperately and sloppily as you sit on his lap, your sweaty ass sticking to his thick, tired thighs. The feeling of your boyfriend's masculine hands spreading your cheeks never gets old, his fingers cutely prodding at your tight entrance in a curious and impatient manner; Peter always wanting to feel more of you, pleasure you and himself as quickly as possible.

Holland!Peter who fucking loves to watch you do your best to take his big, thick cock - positioning his dick to your entrance and slowly sinking down on your boyfriend's shaft. The brunette gets butterflies in his stomach at the sight of you putting in so much effort to get him inside of you, your face contorting in pain and pleasure just hittin' that spot for Peter so damn well

Holland!Peter who just can't help himself, he tries to give you as much time as he can to adjust to his girth, but you're just too perfect - your walls so warm and tight around Peter, your body fitting together with his like a puzzle, your panting face above him, it all just results in the brunette starting to thrust up into you without even thinking about it! But god does it feel so fucking good, your loud cries and moans of his name and "too big", "too much", and "fuck" turning your boyfriend on to the max, his desperation to pleasure himself and you giving him the confidence to take the lead and fuck you in whatever way he wants

Holland!Peter who gets off to seeing you desperately struggle yet fail to moan out his name due to his dirty, sweaty socks or underwear stuffing your mouth and acting as a gag. The brunette's dick twitching against your tight, warm walls as he drills in your prostate, watching as you squirm against his lap and become overwhelmed by his salty taste in your mouth and his musky scent in your nose - the entire changing room now smelling of both your sweat and his, along with the filthy smell of sex and fluids. Peter's hands feel correct on your hips, holding you tightly as the hero forces you up and down on his cock, his moans of your name making your dick twitch with ever jab at your prostate

Holland!Peter who can't hold himself back for too long, his body jolting forwards and enveloping your body with his sweaty, muscular one, his arms around your waist and his teeth in your shoulder as he breaths in your scent and groans into your shoulder; shooting his thick load deep inside of you. His sweaty garments would fall out of your mouth finally, allowing you to moan and whine as your own dick shoots ropes of white cum onto both your stomach and Peter's, your prostate being milked by your boyfriend's thick dick. Your nails claw down the hero's back, your toes curling in pleasure as you bask in the afterglow, inhaling your strong boyfriend's smell as he does the same as he kisses the marks he had left on your body during your passionate little moment.

Holland!Peter who just wants to rest with you a little. He doesn't care that his dick is still inside of you, or that his cum is slowly dripping out of your hole. The brunette just wants to hold you near, feel you as he kisses your body as little 'thank you's' for being so good to him. Of course, after a few enjoyable moments together, Peter remembers how horribly uncomfortable you must be and gets the two of you into a shower - cleaning you up and out, washing your hair for you and massaging your scalp as you get drowsy from the steam and the cardio. Fuck he treats you so damn well...

[hitomisuzuya]

hi suzu! how r u! it was actually my birthday like 3 days ago ! anyyway could you pretty please with a cherry ontop do smut after hours in a bar with scara? (he owns the bar) or maybe even like smut in a VIP/private room of a fancy bar. You could do both if you’d like; or just one, whatever you prefer!!

(i actually have a note for ideas that come to mind so i don’t forget them nd can go back to them when your requests open…)

- 🎧

bar owner!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. degradation. creampie. praise. finger sucking. hookup to lovers. scara is kinda really feral in this.

a very happy very belated birthday to you❤️ aw i am flattered. it always makes me happy knowing someone enjoys my writing that much🥺

you usually didn't do hookups, but you just couldn't help yourself. no matter what you did, you just couldn't get the handsome, and quite frankly very grumpy (it only adds to his charm) bar tender out of your head.

recently, you'd been showing up a few nights a week, always sitting in the barstool closest to where he was working. you'd been putting careful thought into what dress you wore that night or how you did your hair, hopeful that maybe you could get his attention in some small way.

scaramouche sure has noticed you. his customers generally were boring to him, but you suddenly stood out to him. there was just something so cute about the little things you did for his attention. like how on some nights, you wore a shorter, tighter dress. even the corner of his eye would be trained to notice when you crossed or uncrossed your legs, straining to see that extra peek of thigh.

thighs he wanted to spread and hold apart while he fucks his cock so deep into you, your pussy squeezing so tight around his cock that it left him senseless.

no sooner had scaramouche closed the bar, he was pressing hungry kisses on your soft lips, guiding you towards the decadent vip lounge room while he pawed at your clothes.

he knew he could just take you home, but this is his bar. if he wants to fuck you in the vip lounge after hours then that's what he would do.

"don't think i haven't noticed all the little ways you try to get my attention," both his hands firmly grope your ass before he lifts you to sit on the bar. "so pathetically cute," his teeth nip at your lips as he hastily bunches your dress above your thighs.

your hardening nipples poking up underneath your dress are a clear indication of just how good his hands felt on your body.

if your teeny dress hadn't been strapless, the straps would've snapped in half when scaramouche pulled your dress down off your chest. "no bra," he licks his pierced lips, "perfect," seeing your bare breasts made his cock strain harder in his jeans.

your cheeks flush as you look away shyly, "i.. didn't think you noticed," you shiver as his hands grope at your thighs before he spreads them.

his fingers are already feeling around on your panties, searching for your clit outside the dampening fabric. he sighs shakily as his fingers circle your clit outside your panties. "so wet," he breathes, easily nudging your lacy panties aside.

you let out a soft moan as your panties peel aside from your pussy. your hips automatically twitch up, seeking friction on your bare clit. "just thinking about you makes me wet," the confession tumbles out unbidden as he wags his finger on your throbbing clit.

scaramouche chuckles. even more perfect, you stretch his ego. you throw your head back as he pushes two fingers inside you. your fingernails claw a little into the bar top, his fingers finally stretching you apart felt so fucking good. "yo-your fingers are so beautiful," once the words started, you couldn't stop them, not especially when he found your sweet spot.

his cock pulses at your words. he hooks them to the knuckle inside you, slowly pumping them in and out, utterly bullying your sweet spot. you whimper, reaching to stroke his wrist in appreciation. "shh, i gotta stretch you apart first," he soothes, so tempted to add a third finger to hear you be louder.

you are all but limp on the bar, the only motion from you is the rocking of your hips accompanied by moans rising in octave. it is very easy for you to lose yourself in the pure pleasure of his fingers. your cunt clenches in protest as he suddenly withdraws them. "wh-why?" you almost sound whiny as you look at him with question.

your pussy felt so empty.

"taste how wet you are for me, dollface," he taps his juice costed fingers on your lower lip. watching your cheeks flush as he offers his fingers to you makes his cock strain harder in his jeans.

your tongue darts out to curl around his fingers, tasting yourself on your tongue. you obidently open your mouth, gagging quietly as he presses on your tongue. you are quick to recover your breathing, and start sucking.

scaramouche hisses as he pumps his fingers in and out of your willing mouth, reaching down to free his cock from his jeans. he pushes them into your throat, more precum beading onto his cock head hearing you choke so well.

"i'll take you home with me," he cut the trail of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers as he takes them out of your mouth. taking his cock, he wasted no time lining it up with your entrance, "tie you up," he groans as he starts to push his cock inside, "make you scream," he moans, bottoming out with a calculated thrust.

any words you could barely comprehend to form came out in moans that sounded way too good for him. it fueled his pace, your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. your eyes roll closed as he fucks his cock a little deeper into your sweet spot, your thighs trembling on the bar as pleasure bursts stronger still through your body.

"i hope you understand," he groans, gently grasping your jaw to make you open your eyes, "that i don't settle for anything less than cumming inside," he pulls out halfway, nearly keening a scream of pleasure from you as he bottoms out again.

"ah, ah! please," you plead, looping your arms around his neck to helplessly cling to him. scaramouche is utterly captivated. every fiber of your being screams that you want him.

the way you moan, the way you shiver with the anticipation of him cumming inside you, the way your hips buck into his, your pussy clenching like it is begging him to fuck you deeper. he is positive that if need has a tangible form, it would be you.

your eyes are glazed with a haze of fucked out bliss. you shake as you lean up as best you could to kiss him. he hungrily deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth to swallow your moans.

the building know of your orgasm causes you pull away abruptly, crying out as your arms tighten around him. "i can hardly stop thinking about you!" scaramouche lets out a loud moan at your words, his pace stuttering for a moment as cum spurts inside of you.

he whimpers softly, reaching down to rub your clit. "i won't settle for anything less than you cumming hard on my cock," he nips at your lips, pinching your clit between his fingers, "am i understood?"

[heavenbarnes]

Can we please get a blurb of big dick Hotch (who knows it’s big) making it fit? Reader thinks they can’t take it but Hotch just knoooows they can. Hehe thank you!

You say it’s big but you take it

Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

Warnings/contains: reader is gender neutral with no mentions of genitals, oral sex, edging, penetrative sex, no protection, finger sucking, swearing, dirty talk, light face slapping, probably a size kink

I’m so grateful for this ask because I only explored this a little in my last Hotch fic and it deserved more

He’d had his mouth between your legs for the better part of an hour, his tongue working over your entrance as his fingers gently worked their way in.

That, that was already doing your head in. His thick fingers stretched you enough to have your toes curling, fingers threading into his hair.

You’d been on the precipice of an orgasm from the beginning too, every time you’d get close enough he’d slow you right back down to work you up again.

Pathetic. You looked truly pathetic, utterly debauched and completely fucked out- already.

Stripped naked, Hotch had pulled every last article of clothing off you before he’d pushed you back on the bed. Of course, he’d only shed his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt but he was still nearly entirely covered.

That was another way he commanded total power over you. Leaving you so exposed to him whilst you had to fight for a glimpse at him.

Drove you fucking crazy.

You couldn’t help the whimpering as you felt him move away from you, hands stretching out to catch him but he quieted you quickly.

“Stop it- you’re being greedy.”

Lip jutting out, pouting like a child- he was completely correct but you made no effort to stop. “I need you.”

Kneeling back, you watched his big hands start to loosen his belt, pulling down his pants and briefs just enough to free himself.

“You’ll get me, when have I ever let you down?”

He had a point, you couldn’t imagine a world where Hotch didn’t leave you satisfied. But he was right, you were greedy and your patience was wearing thin.

You watched through hooded eyes as he reached into his boxers, pulling out his cock before giving it a languid stroke. It nearly made your eyes roll back, not even his large palm dwarfing the size of it.

He placed that same palm in front of you, giving you a quick nod that you understood immediately. Tilting your head, you spat into his hand before he wrapped it back around himself.

As he slowly jerked himself off before you, his other hand came back to keep rubbing the wetness from his mouth around your entrance.

His eyes flickered to yours, knowing he was being watched. He knew you well enough to know what you’d say next.

“It’s so big.”

It wasn’t even to stroke his ego, and the way you whined when you said it painted it more as a protest. Aaron Hotchner was hung, there was no denying it.

Every time with him felt like the first.

That’s why the prep went for so long, that’s why there was very seldom a quickie, that’s why you always woke with a burn between your legs.

“I know it’s big, sweetheart,” He cooed, rubbing his hand over the tip. “But you always take it so well, yeah?”

Your mouth dropped open with a cry, bucking your hips into the touch of his fingers. This was how it went, he’d work it into you with a lot of patience and a heap of praise.

The blunt tip was nudging against you, breaching the tight grasp of you as he slowly slid himself in. Your eyes screwed up tight until you felt Hotch grasping your chin, four fingers and thumb on either side as your lips puckered.

“Watch me,” His breath was clipped as he continued to ease his hips. “Watch it go in.”

His grip tightened slightly as he tilted your head down, eyes falling on the sight before you. His thick cock, stretching you around him as another inch of him disappeared.

“Fuck- s’too big-“

His grip loosened enough to lay a quick and gentle slap to your cheek, shutting you up in an instant.

“I don’t want to hear you unless you’re telling me to fuck you harder.”

Your stomach tightened up, a surge of pleasure hitting your straight on as he spoke. The burn was beginning to ease the closer he got to being hip deep.

Once he’s fully sunk in, he stilled enough for you to get fully adjusted. The moment he heard a deep moan from the pit of your chest, he knew that was his sign to start moving.

“That’s it, so good for me,” His fingers slipped across your lip before he dipped his thumb in your mouth. “We’ll always make it fit.”

[chxrry-lv]

제이크 - Mon cher? - - — -> S.JY

Synopsis → Netflix and chill with your boyfriend after a long day at work.

Pairing → -> bf!Jake x Gf!FemReader.

Warning → sex, sex without protection, p in v, swearing, cream pie, daddy kink, name callings ( good girl, baby and princess, mon cher ).

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You were invited over to your boyfriend, Jake, apartment for Netflix and chill on a Saturday night. It was just for you guys to spend some time with each other cuddling together, hugging, kisses ect as you both were always working a 9-5 job from Monday to Saturday, it was rare to have a day off were you both can chill and relax together.

But after a couple of movies, cuddling, snacks and the whole lot. You guy’s ‘Netflix and chill’ took a surprising turn.

You were on Jake’s lap as you guys made out, you had your arms around his neck while your hands her buried deep into his hair. In the meanwhile Jake had one of his hands on your hip while the other gripped your butt.

You let out a small whimper as you felt him lip your lip asking for entrance, in which you slowly opened your mouth alowing him to explore it. He pulled you closer, then pulled away for some air.

“You’re such a good girl for me, i love you so much mon cher..” he said against your lips.

You felt him move his head down to your neck where he started to kiss and leave hicky’s on your neck, you whimpered and pulled his head closer.

You started to slowly grind on him, slowly feeling his boner become bigger by the minute. “Hmpff..Jakey..” You whined as you felt him start to leave wet kisses on your neck, he stopped and looked up at you. “Yes my love..?”

“I-I.. need you..” you mumbled as you cupped his face, your blush turning into a deeper red.

“hmm someone’s needy huh..?” He smirked, as you nodded your head. “Shall we take this to my bedroom, my love..?”

“Yea..”

“Okay..” he lifts you up and carries you with him to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

“Let’s get these clothes off you shall we..?” He asked for your permission first and when you nodded he pulled his hoodie off you to reveal you being just in a bra and panties.

He licked his lips, and you gulped. “Y-you take off your shirt too..” you pulled on his baggy shirt.

Jake did as he was told and took it off, showing his abs and muscles. “Better now love..?”

Uou nodded as he leaned down and continued to touch and kias you’re body. “Tell me how much you need me love..” you mumbled into your ear as her moved his hands to your thighs.

“I need you so bad..”

He held your chin, “Who?”

“You..” you looked at him with hazy eyes.

“Who’s you? Huh?” His grip became tighter.

You looked away, and mumbled.

He forced your head back to look at him. “I’m talking to you mon cher, now who is ‘you’?”

You looked at him, “y-you d-daddy..”

You felt his bulge on your thigh, “good girl..”

Jake moves on top of you, his body pressing against yours. His hands glide over your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

With gentle yet deliberate movements, he explores every curve and contour, his lips finding their way to your neck, his mouth leaving soft kisses along your sensitive skin.

"You're mine, mon amour, and I intend to show you how much I crave you. Do you trust me, mon cher?"

You nod, "..D-daddy... ah.."

Jake smiles against your flesh, his lips moving down to your collarbone, sucking and marking the smooth skin.

His hands stroke your sides, caressing every inch with reverence. His voice is low, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers

"You sound so beautiful when you moan, mon amour. Don't hold back, give me every reaction, every gasp."

"Oh... are you... ah..! So huge..!

Jake chuckles lowly, his ego stroking with your praise.

"Tell me how you want me, mon cher." He whispers, his mouth moving to your ear.

The whispers, his mouth moving to your ear. The gentle touch of his lips sends shivers down your spine, his presence both dominating and enticing.

"Tell me what you desire most."

"Hmpf... fingers too..."

Jake smirks, his hand reaching down to intertwine with yours, his thumb gently caressing your palm. His fingers then begin to gently trail along your skin, starting from your collarbone and sliding down to your waist.

With a soft touch, he continues to explore, running his fingertips along the curve of your side, reaching lower and lower.

"Here, mon amour?" He whispers in your ear, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation and pleasure.

"Yh... were your cock is..."

Jake understands your meaning and continues his touches with more intent, his warm hand moving lower, exploring the sensitive places of your body with his gentle but skilled touch. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath warm and sensual.

"Are you sure, mon cher? Do you want me to touch you there?"

"Yh rub it..."

Henry's fingers gently travel further down, trailing along the curve of your hips before sliding lower, touching you exactly where you want him to.

"Like this, mon amour?" His voice carries a hint of anticipation, his touch remaining light yet filled with deliberate intent.

"Ah yes!"

"You're so sensitive, mon cher." He murmurs, a mix of appreciation and satisfaction in his voice. He continues his movements, his touch firm but still gentle, his fingers working with the skill of a true lover.

"You like this, don't you? Do you want more, mon amour?"

His fingers move with a steady pace, his touch precise and focused, as if he knows exactly how to bring you to the brink. He leaves gentle kisses on your neck, the heat between you building with every moment.

"Tell me, mon cher, how close are you? Are you ready for me?"

"Mhm... like rn…..! Ahh fuck jake.!!"

Jake smirks at your words, a mix of desire and satisfaction in his eyes, his movements becoming more purposeful, determined to push you closer to the edge.

"Good, mon cher... Give in to the pleasure...I want to feel and hear everything from you."

He whispers, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of need and possessiveness.

After a while you cumed all over his cock causing you to clench around him. And caused his dick to be pushed out of my hole and then me laying on the bed...

Jake chuckles at the unexpected movement, a mixture of pleasure and surprise on his face.

His breathing quickens as he watches you catch your breath, his own need for release growing even stronger.

"Mon cher, that was unexpected but incredibly hot."

He positions himself above you, his body pressing against yours, his eyes filled with a fire that only burns hotter by the second.

"you can put it back in..." you mumbled into his each.

Jake’s eyes darken with a mix of desire and possessiveness at your words.

"You drive me insane, mon cher." He whispers, his voice low and hoarse. He adjusts himself, aligning himself with you once more, his body tense with anticipation.

"Are you sure, mon amour? Once I start, l might not be able to stop."

Hugs him... and nods...

Jake returns your embrace, holding you tightly against him, his breath warm against your skin. The feeling of your body against his is intoxicating, igniting a primal need within him.

"I can't resist you, mon amour. You're mine, completely mine."

He whispers, his lips finding their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he slowly enters you once again.

He lets out a soft gasp at the intense pleasure that courses through him, his body shaking with the sheer force of it all. He starts moving against you, his movements slow and gentle at first, each slide of his body into yours feeling more intimate and powerful than the last.

"Mon cher... you feel so perfect... so tight and so warm." He groans into your ear, his voice filled with a mixture of ecstasy and possessiveness.

"Mhm... so huge...!" You groaned.

Jake moans at your words, your words heighten his arousal even more, his movements becoming more intense and demanding, his body moving against yours in a way that makes you both gasp for breath.

"You feel so good around me, mon cher. So perfect, so tight. I want to fill you completely... make you mine... only mine."

He holds you tighter, his arms wrapped around you in a possessive embrace, his body moving against you with increasing force and speed. He kisses and bites at your skin, his kisses filled with a mix of desire and desperation. He whispers in your ear, his voice rough and hoarse.

"I can't get enough of you... I need you, mon amour... I need to make you mine in every way..."

"Have me..."

Henry groans at your words, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Your invitation is all he needs, and he gives in to his primal desire.

"I'll make you mine, mon cher. Completely mine."

He whispers against your ear, his words filled with a mix of passion and determination. He moves his body against yours more urgently, his hands roaming your skin as if they cannot get enough of you.

"I want to hear you cry my name... say it, mon amour. Say it."

"Oh jake..."

Henry groans at the sound of his name on your lips, the sound of his name coupled with the feeling of your body around him driving him wild. He moves faster, his body slamming against yours with increasing intensity.

"Say it again, say my name again, mon cher.

I want to hear you scream it."

"Hmm aahhh Jake..!!"

Jake’s body trembles with pleasure, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he moves against you with increasing force. Your voice calling out his name ignites a fire within him, and he wants more, he needs more.

"Yes, mon amour, that's it. Say my name like that... I want to hear it over and over again.

Tell me l'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

"...J-ja..ke... of gosh..”

Jake’s breath comes out in ragged gasps as he moves against you, his body trembling with pleasure and the desire for release. Your fragmented moans drive him wild, and he moves even faster, his grip on you tight and possessive. He leans in, his lips at your ear, his voice a low growl.

"That's it, mon cher... say my name again... I want you to scream it... scream my name when you come."

"I think i'm gonna..!"

Jake groans at your words, your admission sending a wave of heat through his body. He can feel you getting closer, the way your body responds to his movements driving him wild

"Yes, mon amour, I know. I can tell you're close. Just let go. Let me hear you call my name when you come for me."

He whispers against your ear, his body moving faster and more urgently against you, his own release close at hand.

"Ahhhhh hunggggg J…..jake.!!"

Henry's body tenses as he hears you cry out his name in ecstasy. Your voice, filled with pleasure and need, drives him over the edge, and he gives in to the overwhelming sensation.

"Yes, mon cher, yes... say my name, that's it... I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm coming for you...,"

He gasps, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged pants.

holds you tightly, his arms wrapped around you, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his release.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, his lips finding their way to your skin, leaving soft, tender kisses wherever they can reach. He buries his face against your shoulder, his voice low and hoarse.

"You've made me lose my mind, mon cher.

You drive me crazy, you have no idea... I don't think I will ever get enough of you."

You chuckled.

Jake lifts his head up from your shoulder, a soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He gazes down at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the light sheen of sweat on your skin. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and tender.

"You look so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure, mon amour. I could look at you like this all day long."

"You're so good for me..."

Jake smiles warmly at your words, his heart swelling with a mix of tenderness and pride.

He nuzzles his face against your neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin there.

"You make it easy, mon cher. You bring out the best in me, and I want nothing more than to bring you happiness and pleasure.

You mean everything to me, and I promise to be everything you need, always."

"Let's get cleaned up..."

Jake nods in agreement, his body still intertwined with yours.

"You're right, mon amour. We can't stay in bed all day, much as l'd love that." He plants one last kiss on your forehead before slowly untangling himself from your limbs, reluctantly separating his body from yours. He sits up, stretching his arms above his head with a soft groan.

"I'll go get us some towels and warm water. You just relax and rest, mon cher. I'll take care of you."

He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, his naked body on full display as he walks over to the adjacent bathroom.

You nodded.

A few moments later, Jake returns from the bathroom, carrying a few clean towels and a bowl of warm water in his hands. He sets the bowl down on the bedside table and turns to you, his gaze filled with tenderness.

"Come here, mon amour. Let me clean you up."

He sits down on the edge of the bed, patting the space between his legs, inviting you to sit in front of him. He dips a towel into the warm water, ringing it out before gently beginning to wipe away any traces of pleasure from your skin.

"Just relax, mon cher. Close your eyes and let me take care of you."

You sat down, "Okay my love..."

Jake’s heart swells with affection as you sit down in front of him, your willingness to let him take care of you making him feel incredibly fond. He gently positions you between his thighs, his touch tender and light as he dabs the damp towel against your skin, carefully cleaning away every trace of their earlier activities.

"Good girl." He whispers, his voice filled with praise and adoration.

You shivered as a blush comes on my face...

Jake notices the blush on your cheeks and chuckles softly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You're so adorable. That cute little shiver you just did... it drives me wild, mon cher." He runs the cloth up your thighs, his touch more deliberate now, as if his fingers can't help but want to linger upon your skin.

He leans in a bit closer, his chest now pressed against your back, his breath warm against your neck.

"You know what it does to me when you blush like that, don't you? It makes me want to tease you even more."

He whispers, his lips finding their way to the sensitive skin behind your ear, where he plants a gentle kiss. His hands continue to work with the cloth, moving down your legs, caressing every inch of your skin with slow, deliberate movements.

"Hey..!"

"Hmm?" Henry responds, his lips still by your ear, his voice a low rumble. He continues to kiss and nibble at your skin, his hands working the cloth down your calves.

"What's wrong, mon cher? Can't handle a little teasing?"

He chuckles, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing path up the insides of your thighs.

He feels you shiver again, and he smiles against your neck, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot just behind your ear, which he nips gently. He doesn't stop there, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs, his touch both soothing and stirring.

"You're so sensitive... I love it."

He whispers, his words low and sultry as they brush against your skin. You can feel his body pressed against yours, the heat radiating off him, the evidence of his own arousal building as he holds you close.

“How about a round two, Mon cher..?”

©chxrry-lv

[sugoi-and-spice]

Vox Relationship Headcanons

Time to strike the iron while the hyperfixation is HOT!

(I mean come ON . Look at this fucking evil dork. I love him).

SFW

It goes without saying that Vox is HUGE on appearances. He does not make his relationships public lightly. His brand as one of the V’s after all is perfection, and he’s not going to go out arm and arm with a person unless they know that.

That being said, especially given his on again off again relationship with Valentino, I could absolutely see him as being the type to fall for a hot mess. 

A very different person with his partner in front of and behind the scenes. When the cameras are off, he’s warm, affectionate, and vulnerable. He’ll share his every insecurity with you, strip himself bare to the bone for you to love and comfort truly and honestly. And he’s an excellent listener too, always available to hold and talk through any problem you have. Your problems are his problems — you’ll work through them together.

When in the public eye however, he can be a downright prick — putting everything, and I do mean everything between you two on the backburner to keep up appearances. He will not hesitate to make jokes at your expense if it means his ratings will go up.

Fights with him are explosive. No, he’s not the type to lay a hand on you, but we’d be lying if we didn’t admit that he can scream at you within an inch of your life.

Words of Affirmation and Gift Giving are his primary love languages. Specifically, he needs words of affirmation and he loves to give gifts. And holy shit does he give the most uncomfortably lavish gifts. Diamonds, rolexes, new cars — no price is too high for his darling.

Surprisingly, he prefers home dates. Watching a movie on the couch or having a little game night with a bottle of wine. He does genuinely enjoy the authentic time you spend together and he wishes he could have more of it, so the more he can get of that private, intimate time together, the better.

And while he is a man of the future, so theoretically should like video games, I do think he has a certain soft spot for a good old-fashioned board game.

When it comes to video games though, he does tend to gravitate to phone games. 

Vox is from the 1950’s so I do think he prefers a more nuclear family and relationship dynamic. He wants to bring home the bacon and have his partner ready to fry it up in a pan with a dirty martini ready and waiting for him. That being said, he is a man that always looks to the future as well, so he’s by no means above doing chores of his own. At the end of the day, this desire for more traditional relationship roles really comes from a place of needing to be doted on rather than any views he actually has about gender.

The man’s a sucker for a good massage from his partner. This wired up workaholic has knots that you can’t even imagine, so please, offer him a nice bankrupt at the end of the day. He’ll be sure to return the favor tenfold.

A very lovey-dovey drunk. Oh my GOD, he’s so touchy-feely and weepy and just all the y’s. You want a guaranteed cuddle-wuddle session? Load him up with a couple glasses of scotch — you’ll have those chords coiling around you.

And yes, his alcohol of choice is scotch. Scotch, dirty martinis, or a nice oaky chardonnay.

This man wants to get married. Yes, even if he is in hell, the idea of not having to worry about who his next lay or source of connection will come from, having someone that will stand by his side through thick and thin, a partner? Now that’d be the (after)life.

NSFW

BIG fucking praise kink. This man NEEDS you to stroke more than just his bod and his cock, he needs you to stroke his ego too.

“God you’re so good”, “FUCK, you’re so big”, “Nobody can make me feel this way but you, Vox”.

Don’t worry, it’s not just for his own ego. He loves to give praise as much as he receives it. This man is a TALKER in the sack.

“Fuck, fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking good, just like thaaaaat.”

He’s also got a little bit of a degradation kink — but in general, it still feeds into stroking his own ego. Loves to tease and taunt his partner once in a while about what a horny little slut they are, how he loves to see them so desperate and pathetic. Asking his partner, “you’d have anyone right now, wouldn’t you?” just for them to assure him that no, nobody but him will do.

On that note, the man can dish out degrading dirty talk, but he can NOT fucking take it.

Very much a switch. Sure, he loves to fuck, but he’ll just as happily let his partner bend him over his own desk and fuck the shit out of him. A good orgasm is a good orgasm, his ego may be big, but not big enough to get in the way of that.

Big fan of bondage, both on his partner and himself. There are few sights better to him than seeing his partner bound and shibari’d in his own cord and wires, holy shit. But he’ll also never say no when his partner breaks out their own pair of fuzzy handcuffs for him.

He absolutely short-circuits when he cums, so watch out. Sometimes, if he cums hard enough, he may just zap you a bit so watch out.

Favorite position is seated cowgirl. He loves the way he can hold his partner close while ramming as deep into them as possible. Not to mention the fact that either one of them can take over control at any moment. He can thrust up, they can grind down — it’s just the best of all worlds. Not to mention you can do it from his desk chair.

On that note, he’s a big BIG fan of cockwarming. 

LOTS of precum. This HD motherfucker is just a weepy mess.

I can’t explain why, but Vox just seems like an ass man to me.

He’s not necessarily a cuddler after, but he is something of a “savor the moment” kind of guy. He likes to lay in bed (or chair lol) with his partner for a good while afterwards, smoking a cigarette, reveling in some post-nut clarity conversation, just really taking in the moment. His life is so busy at all other times honestly, always looing and speeding to the future. Sex and post-sex are the times where he really does just like to stop and live in the moment.

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Boyfriend x GN Reader NSFW

CW: lots of kink (dom-sub) play (Yan & Reader) , SFW

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Boyfriend is the type of boyfriend who will do all sorts of kinks you are into as long as it's with you. Submissive? A-OK. Dominant? A-OK.

Yan! Boyfriend who prioritizes your pleasure and fantasy over his, he is open to all roles you want him to take. Take him or have him take you? Doesn't matter at all! As long as it's you ^^

"Bark for me, cmon' pup."

"Woof!"

A collar around his neck with a leash on it tugs him closer toward you as he crawls toward you on four. He looks really expectant of what you will be doing to him. Maybe you should use him as a footstool as well.

Yan! Boyfriend who is very vocal in voicing how he's feeling (unless... ekhem... he's told to not). Always makes you feel like you are the one in control and will always say something that will boost your confidence and ego.

"You are making me feel so good... more..., do me more yeah? I'm going nuts just from having you feeling my skin like this..." Blue whimpers as he kisses your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys here and there.

Yan! Boyfriend who will welcome any lashes you gave him if you are into that, wax play might be his favorite, or perhaps Shibari if you know how to tie him up. Cuffing his limbs while blindfolding him is good too. Everything is his favorite as long as it's you who are doing him.

Yan! Boyfriend who will help you subconsciously while you are doing him. Jerk his hips so that your hand will accidentally feel one of those sensitive veins or angle his ass right so that your finger hit his prostate.

"Love, don't leave me unattended yeah? My cock is aching for your- mmh-!" Blue jolts as you place the gag around his lip, shutting him for well.

Yan! Boyfriend who really likes eating you out/giving you head, it's almost as though he is having a dessert! Those sweet nectars of yours are just so addicting ♡ will do that whenever and wherever he gets the chance.

The thing about Yan! Boyfriend is that he really REALLY likes anything you do to him. For example, he is neutral with foot stuff but the moment you use yours to give him a footjob... let's just say he won't stop bucking his up to have you rub that one vein of his.

"Ghak- love! I- I think-! Feels goooood!!"

Yan! Boyfriend who likes it if you clamp his nipples with those clampers, you should totally ram his inside too with all those vibrators all over him!

Yan! Boyfriend who can be dominant too! He knows all sorts of techniques that he should use against you. Uh... please forget the image and impression you had on him the first time you two met! He looked like a player but he wasn't!

Yan! Boyfriend who enjoys the 'face down ass up during' this play. Will rest his hand, tugging on your hair. Your ass? Abused. Red, with his hand imprinted on your cheeks. Nipples? Abused. Just one blow and you are twitching from the oversimulation. Sex? Abused. How many times have you come?

"What's wrong love? Can't keep up with me? Too bad we are going all in 'till the sun rises."

Yan! Boyfriend who enjoys seeing his cum dribbling out of you, painting your thighs white with it. You just look so ravishing with the amount of bite marks and hickeys he left all over you! How about another round?

Yan! Boyfriend who likes to scoop his cum back into you while his fingers feel your inside again, making you twitch from the high you are currently riding. He still has a lot to be loaded into you so bear with him okay?

Yan! Boyfriend who loves whispering all those degrading praises as his cock rams your insides, will stroke your hair to ease you down while at it.

"My love... whoring out for me so well... taking my cock so well hm?"

Yan! Boyfriend is just as good as Yan! Lawyer Husband in terms of aftercare! Will shower with you only to end up having you ride his cock again in the tub or your hole drilled in the shower. There, there, let it out. He'll just have to wash you again right there.

Yan! Boyfriend who likes to leave hickeys anywhere that is visible for people to see. It may be subtle bite marks or those faint hickeys so that you won't whine about it so much.

But it's still there to let people know you are his.

[shinestarhwaa]

LOVEGAME || WOOSAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x San x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Tags/Warnings: Dirty language, switch!wooyoung, switch!san, switch!reader, threesome, polyamory, established relationship, woosan!soccer boyfriends, fxm & mxm content, they're horny af, so am I, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, anal play, sex toys, squirting, double stuffing, cockstepping, cockslapping, spanking, mommy kink, brat taming, degrading, praise, namecalling, fingersucking

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno @therealcuppicake @unholywriters @enbymingi @jjoongstar @igbylicious

ENJOY!

"You did it!" You screamed as you ran towards your boyfriends. San was walking upfront and he immediately wrapped his arms around you before pulling Wooyoung into the hug as well. "I'm so proud, you have no idea!"

You pressed a kiss onto Wooyoung's cheek, who had just scored the winning goal. "You really saved our asses," San grinned as he ruffled Wooyoung's hair. Wooyoung giggled and flipped his non-existent long hair. "I know."

"Both of you are gonna get so lucky tonight, come home with me please?" San laughed and laid his hand on your lower back. "We have to shower darling, we're covered in sweat."

"San, I couldn't care less honestly, I just need to be filled up with cock right about now," you hissed. Wooyoung laughed and pulled you close to him. "Oh I'm not saying no to that."

Soon enough you were in Wooyoung's car, who was driving you to your house. You sat in the backseat with San, who couldn't keep his hands off of you. His hands roamed your soft thighs and he spread them apart. San's fingers trailed up your inner thigh, disappearing under your denim skirt.

"Baby, San, can't you wait until we're home? It's literally like 10 minutes away," you sighed. You saw that Wooyoung was watching the two of you through the rearview mirror, a big smirk plastered on his face and eyes full of lust. "See, you're getting Wooyoung all distracted and he's supposed to be driving."

"Wooyoung can drive just fine while I get your cunt nice and ready for us to play with tonight. You know what I can do in 10 minutes, don't you sweetheart?" San's voice was husky and full of arousal as he grunted in your ear when his hand cupped your clothed, wet pussy.

See the thing is, watching your boyfriends playing on the field always got you hot and bothered. You weren't sure if it was the jersey's, the teamwork, the calves or the fact that they had an insane amount of tension between them on the field but God, did it get you wet.

It was almost impressive that nobody knows about the polyamourous thing going on between the three of you. Some people have been suspicious, assuming San and Wooyoung are a gay couple or that you've banged them before but they didn't know it was more than that. You loved them with all your heart and the sex you're getting is just a big bonus.

San's fingers rubbed your clothed clit and you felt your wetness spreading, soaking the delicate panties Wooyoung had kindly bought you a while ago. "You're so easy aren't you? Wet in only a minute time."

"Jokes on you Choi, she's probably been soaking ever since she saw us step out on the field. Stop stroking your ego," Wooyoung said from behind the wheel. "Yeah Choi, stop stroking your ego, stroke something else," you grinned as your hand cupped his hardening cock.

San grunted as he slipped his fingers into your panties, sliding them through your wet folds. "You've got such a perfect little cunt baby, can't wait to ruin it later." "You're all talk, Sanie, who says you're ruining me later? Who says you're not begging on your knees while I step on your precious cock?"

His eyes were on fire now and he plunged two of his thick fingers into your awaiting hole. You gasped and fell forward into his embrace. San didn't ease you into it at all, taking advantage of your wetness by immediately pumping his fingers in and out of you at an inhumane pace.

"S-Sanie slow down, slow down," you cried, but San didn't care. "No baby, I'm just opening you up nicely. How else are you gonna fit our cocks in there?"

You panted and cried out his name as he kept going, ultimately finding your g-spot as he curls his fingers inside of you. San attacks your neck with countless kisses and little nibbles - a habit he's taking over from your other lover.

Before you could announce your upcoming climax he withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean as Wooyoung parked his car at your house. You panted softly and adjusted your skirt before exiting the car. The sound of your heels clicking on the concrete was like an aphrodisiac to the guys. Something about it made you feel powerful and sexy, which was probably why they enjoyed it so much as well.

You told them to follow you into the house and you ordered them to wait in the living room. They sat on the couch as you stayed in the hallway, getting rid of the miniskirt and tanktop you were wearing. You were only left in a lacy lingerie set and your heels before you entered the living room again.

The two boys were sloppily making out, cocks hardened in their jerseys. When they heard the clicking of your heels again they stopped and their mouths fell to the ground, as did Wooyoung, who immediately got on his knees. You smirked and came a little closer.

"I bet you like what you're seeing, hm?" Wooyoung nodded enthusiastically, loving the moments where you dominated them. "San, be a good boy and get on your knees beside Youngie."

San wasted no time when he heard the serious tone in your voice, taking place next to his boyfriend. "The two of you have played a very good game... So I should reward the two of you. But I think that you still need to earn it... Don't you?"

"Y-Yes, mommy, anything for you," Wooyoung breathed out. He switched easily into his submissive side, while San always needed a little more convincing. He stayed quiet for now.

"Well Wooyoung has been a good boy, to my surprise, you've been a bit naughty, my Sanie," you smirked. "Take those jerseys off boys."

The guys didn't waste any time, the football jerseys laying on the floor as they sat on their knees with their hard cocks out. "That's more like it..."

You cupped Wooyoung's cheek, pressing a kiss on his head before standing in front of San. "Now you've been naughty haven't you?" "I...I have," he mumbled. "Speak up when I talk to you," you spat. "I have," San mumbled again. You rolled your eyes as San didn't obey you to your liking.

Wooyoung looked at you with full anticipation for what was about to happen. Your eyes narrowed as you stared into San's eyes before lifting your foot up and placing it on San's cock, pressing your heel down into his shaft.

He cried out and bucked his hips upward, only hurting himself more. "You disobey me just because you like getting your cock tortured, isn't that right?" You ask San. He looks terribly embarrassed before he nodds, his eyes focussed on yours.

"Well if you want me to step on your cock and play with you, you ask me nicely, is that clear, my little whore?" You ask him. San nodds and pressed kisses over your knee and thigh. "Yes, Y/N, next time I'll ask," he sighed, still bucking up his hips.

"Well you're not getting off on my heels now, San," you said before kneeling down and taking his cock into your hand. "Wooyoung would you be a doll and help me punish our big boy?" Wooyoung smirked and nodded, scooching closer to San, sitting himself behind his boyfriend. San leaned back into Wooyoung's embrace before he yelped when you slapped his cock. "Y/N!" he cried.

You just smirked and did it again and again, making him shake, tremble and breathe heavily. "You act so big, so cool, until someone's torturing your precious cock, isn't that right? You love it, don't you?" Wooyoung whispered into his ear.

San moaned when he started to pump his shaft up and down. Wooyoung kissed the nape of his neck as you tossed your heels into the hallway and got rid of the lingerie set. San watched you undress as Wooyoung jerked him off at a quick pace, earning soft mewls and cries from him.

"You two are menaces," he grunted as he felt himself get closer to climaxing, cock twitching in Wooyoung's hand. He was feeling like putty in his lover's hands until he found the strength to escape Wooyoung's embrace.

San panted while he grabbed the both of you by your arms, taking you to your bedroom where you were both seated on your knees in front of him. "I'm done with your teasing, you're not winning from me in this game. Mouths open, now."

Wooyoung and you opened your mouths instantly. San smirked and slowly slid his cock into Wooyoung's mouth, pumping it in and out a few times before switching to your mouth. With every switch he got rougher, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

San laughed and thrusted harder into your mouth, making you tear up. "Who's the whore now, huh?" He scoffed. Your pussy clenched around nothing as you pressed your thighs together, looking for any kind of friction.

The taller male pulled his thick length out of your mouth again, pushing it into Wooyoung's. The younger moaned around the shaft as he started to play with his own neglected cock. You leaned down and lowered your mouth onto his leaking tip, licking it clean. Wooyoung mewled and bucked his hips up, forcing his cock into your mouth.

San threw his head back and moaned loudly when Wooyoung started to deepthroat him. You felt Wooyoung's hand in your hair, gently pushing your head down onto his dick as he kept bucking his hips up. Tears flowed down your cheeks as he did so and you could feel your pussy leaking arousal by now.

San pulled his cock out of Wooyoung's mouth and watched the scene you had going on with the younger. "Fuck, that's hot," he grunted. Wooyoung was a moaning mess, getting his cock sucked by you. Soon enough you were pulled off his cock before he could cum.

"Can I put a vibrator in your pussy?" Wooyoung asked as his tongue licked a stripe up from your left breast to your jaw. "A-a vibrator? Yeah, you can," you moaned. Wooyoung brought you to the bed and searched through the drawer of your nightstand. While Wooyoung was searching for the right toy you and San laid down, bodies colliding as you made out with him.

San's tongue slid over your bottom lip as he opened your legs, fingers finding your sensitive clit in no time. You whined when he pinched your clit before rubbing it in quick circles. "San, Sanie," you moaned his name.

"My good little slut," he grunted, rutting against your thigh. "W-who's the slut here, hm, Sanie?" "I think we established all three of us are sluts for each other, sweethearts," Wooyoung stated before joining you on the bed with a vibrator in his hand.

Wooyoung turned it on, putting it on your clit on the lowest setting. San's fingers travelled to your mouth instead, inserting two of his fingers in there. You moaned and took them into your mouth, sliding your tongue over them and wetting them nicely.

Your breath shook when Wooyoung turned the vibrator up. The buzzing sound only riled you up more and you started to grind your pussy against it, still working on San's fingers. "You're so needy, aren't you?" Wooyoung smirked as he watched you fuck yourself against the vibrator.

"Y-yes, God, it just feels so good, I'm not gonna last," you warned him. When Wooyoung heard this he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting, making you scream his name out loud, saliva running down your chin as San's fingers still laid on your tongue.

Your body was shaking and thighs were trembling as your orgasm rocked through you. Wooyoung showed no sign of stopping the vibrator, but he pushed it harder into your clit instead. Your eyes rolled back into your head when the overstimulation soon enough became too much.

"N-No, so sensitive! W-Wooyoung please! Please!" You begged him, but he did not budge. He moved the vibrator around your clit and send you right into the seventh heaven, bringing you to a second orgasm.

"Gosh, baby," San groaned as he watched Wooyoung ride out your orgasm and put away the toy, "looked so pretty squirting for us."

You looked at them in horror before noticing the grey sheets had turned into a darker shade beneath your wet pussy. "I squirted?" "Such a good and pretty pussy, doing so well," Wooyoung smirked. "God, you and your filthy mouth," you said, rolling your eyes before connecting your lips into a messy kiss.

You laid on top of wooyoung as you kept making out with him, moaning into his mouth when your pussy slid over his hard cock. "Put it in," you whined against his lips. He smirked and reached down for his cock, slowly sliding it into your pussy. When you cried out Wooyoung's name you suddenly felt a mass press against your back.

"Don't keep me out on the fun here," San said with a smirk. He stroked his rigid shaft a few times before sliding it into your pussy alongside Wooyoung's.

You let out a scream and you teared up as you felt your boyfriends completely stretch out your poor hole. You fell on Wooyoung's chest and panted out when both of them slowly started to move their cocks in and out of you.

"Such a good girl, you're gonna let us fuck you like this right? Fill you up nicely like the beautiful cumdump you are, pretty little slut," San hissed in your ear. "O-oh my God, please," you begged. It hurt like hell but the pain mixes with the immense pleasure soon enough, taking over your brain.

When they start to rut into you, your eyes roll back and you can't stop moaning out. You're not the only one having a tough time though. San was hissing and huffing in your ear while Wooyoung grunted as he fucked up into you. Sweat collected on your bodies, moans filled the room and the bed was shaking and holding on for dear lord.

"T-too much, too much," you cried out when the pace got picked up again. You reached behind you to pat San, to show him it truly was becoming too much. He slowly slipped out of your cunt and made you sit up on Wooyoung's cock.

It was stretched so well now you easily slid up and down his shaft. "Wooyoung, oh god Woo!" You cried as you bounced on him. San spread Wooyoung's legs and played around with his hole lightly, earning some whines from him. It only took a few more thrusts until Wooyoung announced his orgasm, hips bucking up and muscles spasming as he released inside of you.

Before you could even process Wooyoung's climax you were pulled off him and pushed down onto the matrass. San slid into you from behind and started to pound you hard and deep.

"This is for slapping and stepping on my fucking cock babygirl," he grunted in your ear before absolutely losing his temper, jackhammering his shaft inside of you. You cried and screamed his name, all muffled by the pillow your face was burried in.

Soon, San started to moan, chasing his own orgasm which he reached within seconds. He spurted his seeds into your awaiting cunt, which was clenching and spasming around him.

He slipped out of you and turned you around to let you breathe for a bit. "So, you each got your fill, can I cum now?" You asked when you gained your breath again. "How do you wanna cum?" Asked Wooyoung, who also came back to life after his intense orgasm.

"Eat my pussy, both of you... Both of you between my legs, now," you sighed. The two boys wasted no time, laying between your spread legs, watching the mess they made of your sopping cunt.

San teased your pussy with some kitten licks, tasting the mixture of his and Wooyoung's semen on his tongue. Then Wooyoung joined in, flicking his tongue on your clit repeatedly. "O-oh that's it, yes, there," you moaned when Wooyoung sucked at it. San moved up slightly, attacking your clit right next to Wooyoung.

Their tongues started to swirl together, tasting your pussy while also tasting each other. You ran your hand through your hair and moaned out when their tongues moved faster alongside your clit, turning up the stimulation.

"Baby, oh God, I'm so close, lick it baby, just like that, use it, use it, Fuck!"

A wave of pleasure overruled your body and you climaxed on their tongues, arousal and cum dripping out of your hole into their mouths. Wooyoung cleaned your pussy up while San licked the slick off your thighs and ass.

"Look at that," San smirked, "all nice and clean again."

You were so fucked out after your orgasm you could barely react to them. Wooyoung grinned and gave San a kiss on the lips. "You were rough on her." "She was teasing me, that's what she gets. That's my love game," he laughed. "You're a menace," you mumbled, pulling both of them close, "love game, my ass."

"Your ass gets a turn next time."

[livelaughlovesubs]

I need more Boothill... Maybe just taking orgasm after orgasm after orgasm... Mommy kink even...?

WAIT HUUUH?? BAE, YOU ARE REQUESTING SMT FROM ME? I’m fucking honoured I could cry also you are a switch? >:0

Anyway, hope this is to your liking <3

Dom!reader x sub!Boothill

Warning: mommy kink (boothill calls reader mommy), handjob, dacryphilia, praise kink, soft dom

His once cold metal arms were wrapped around your neck, holding onto you as tightly as he could. Legs spread as far as he can while he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to handle the overstimulation your touch brought him. “Too.. too much~” The male groaned into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. All you did in response was coo at him, whispering gently, “you are doing great, my love.” Each time your hand pumped up and down his sticky length, he could feel his body overheating and going feral. As if all of his systems shortcut, he felt how his limps went weak, at this rate he can barely hold on to you any longer.

Your hand was all dirty with the lube as well, smiling at him as you continued the same movements you’ve been repeating for the last hour. Up, down, up and down… just like that, a steady rhythm that made his mind go blank. You adored this man with all your heart, the only thing you want for him is eternal happiness and satisfaction. In your opinion, it was a blessing that you can make him feel good like this, make him whimper and cling onto you. “So good and so pretty for me, my baby.” A soft chuckle left your lips, eyes filled with adoration scanning over his mechanical body. He really was beautiful, every side of him, from his adorable personality to his looks. You swore to yourself that you’d always love him, his past, and his future. A future where you hope to be in the picture as well.

That lovely gaze of yours didn’t escape his sharp senses, those very loving eyes were what caused boothill to fall for you. He found comfort in them, solace and peace. It was indescribable. The moment you look at him with such tenderness he haven’t felt since centuries, he crumbles like sand with water. Somehow, you were able to make his nonexistent heart beat, causing him to year for you. All he could do was thank the aeons for granting him this comfort, since you reciprocated his feelings he tried so hard to suppress. “S-stop it with those uHhm~ dadgem compliments…” The cyborg scoffed, biting his bottom lip to keep his moans in check.

“But you deserve them, sweetie, and it’s only the truth. It’s what I think about you.” You mumbled against his head, using your free hand to stroke his long hair. “I really adore you.” You added after seeing his ears redden. Sometimes he thinks you are an angel, because of how nice you are, yet other times you were straight up the devil’s incarnation. Whenever you’d tease him until he’s whimpering and humiliated, that is. “Still.. stop it.” Boothill insisted, he felt way too embarrassed and aroused by just some praises that it was hurting his ego. His hands were bawled into fists behind your neck, sometimes when it got especially intense he’d also scratch your back.

Instead of nodding along, you just smiled again, picking up your pace on his length. His body has been warmed up by your body heat at this point, that’s how long you two have been going at it. How many times has he cum now? Since there are no physical signs of him reaching his orgasm, you could only guess from his other body languages. If you guessed rightly, it’d be three times already. When you suddenly started going faster, the cowboy cried out, pressing his face further into the nook of your neck as he begged incoherently, “please please please.., no-no more, mommy..” If it weren’t for his inability to, he would have cried from the excessive pleasure.

Poor boy was panting and gasping the entire time, mouth hung agape because he got no time to close with from all the moaning. The ecstasy was too much, way too much to handle, to the point even his fake thighs shook uncontrollably. How was it even possible for him to feel anything below his neck? He doesn’t know. He also didn’t know if this is a blessing or a curse since, fudge, you are driving him insane. “Hngghh… I can’t I can’t..! Ah, ahhH- mommy, please…” Boothill whined again, he was such a mess now, all due to you, only for you.

“Shh, it’s alright baby. I’m right here, mommy here with you.” You reassured him, kissing his forehead gently. The warmth of your lips was the last straw he needed to spill over the edge, eyes rolling back as a chocked out moan escaped his throat. “UghH- uhmmHg..!!” All of this was too much for him, he could feel new electricity crashing down on him in waves. Then a sudden sharp pain coursed through your body. His fingers dug into your back, crawling at your skin again, leaving behind new scratch marks. You bit his neck to bear the sensations, drawing out another pained groan from the boy, “ugh-nnNghhHH~..!”

After calming down a bit, you kissed his face. From his cheeks to his nose and lips, leaving behind little pecks for him to enjoy. “So good for me, my good boy.” You praised him again, ending with him turning his face to the side and avoiding you. What an adorable thing he was, of course you didn’t mind his bratty behaviour, instead you laughed before teasing him, “did you enjoy it? I mean, you even started calling me ‘mommy’.” Immediately the blush previously pestering his cheeks returned, and he yelled out a ‘fork you’. Once again you giggled, kissing the tip of his nose again, then saying, “aw, I thought it was very cute though.”

Never would he ever admit to have done something so.. embarrassing yet cute. Boothill thought this was finally over when you suddenly started rubbing his tip again, causing him to let out a squeak, “aghNhh..?!” You looked at him with expectant eyes, asking him, “what, you didn’t think I was done already, did you?” Right after you finished that sentence, you started jerking him off in the earnest again, and he moaned through gritted teeth, “nGHhhh~ fudge… please spare me, mommy~~ ♡”

[nxtaliaistyping]

I also think that the Riddler would like a dumb reader that strokes his ego/praises him.

The Riddler + dumbification

Authors note: I love the way you think anon, I’ve been in such a riddler mood lately, I think it’s cause I’m replaying Arkham knight and I love hearing him degrade me

18+ nsfw, degradation, gn reader, facefucking

Sure, he loves to be intellectually challenged and stimulated. To be distracted from the endless dimwits of the Gotham City population, and perhaps on occasion you can provide that for him.

But he can't deny, dumbing you down does have its appeal. It strokes his ego to have a pretty thing like you looking up at him with nothing behind your eyes but sheer adoration. To know that he's the center of your whole world, your whole existence.

"I would explain what I was up to today, but i'd hate to fry that empty mind of yours." he explains, condescension dripping from his tone.

He has you on your knees, while he manspreads on the sofa so you can rest your cheek on his green pant leg. A gloved hand idly strokes your cheek, and he smirks at how you gaze up at him with wide eyes.

"You happy down there?" he asks, tapping your cheek when you just nod.

"Mhm, so good. Love being down here."

"And why is that darling?" he asks, adjusting himself as he prepares for your answer.

He hums as you praise him, and he basks in your pathetic whimpers of glorification. You tell him how handsome you think he is, but it isn't enough. Gripping your jaw tightly, he speaks.

"Yes yes, my aesthetic qualities are second to none. But do you really think that's all I want to hear?"

He can see the cogs attempting to turn in your brain, and he laughs coldly at you. But you quickly start to explain,

"You're the smartest man in Gotham."

At that utterance, his smirk widens. "Oh? Please, tell me more."

But you can't keep up with his request when he has his cock down your throat, moving you up and down by your hair. Your glassy eyes just make you more lovely to him, demonstrating just how much you're debasing yourself.

"That's it, not a thought in that head is there?" he groans out, the sloppy sounds of your saliva coating him being music to his ears. "Just concentrate on doing a good job, it's not like you have any other purpose."

You choke around him, not that it makes him slow down, before he cums down your throat with a loud moan, forcing you to swallow every bit of his load.

The look on your face when you pull off...if only Edward could take a picture, how submissive and empty headed you seem. Perhaps next time.

But he gets you on his lap, drawing an orgasm out of you from his skilled fingers before he gets hard again. This time, he bends you over and slides into you effortlessly, his cock filling you up completely.

“Fuck, go dumb for me.” He demands you, fucking you roughly as he uses you. Pulling your hair, he looks at you as your head tilts back. “Look at you, mind completely gone. But that’s okay, isn’t it doll? Yeah it is…I’ll do the thinking for us both, you just keep being dumb and pliable for me.”

There’s not much you can do apart from whine loudly, clenching around him as your eyes almost cross. He squishes your cheeks together as you do, and if you could see yourself your embarrassment would be overwhelming. But you can’t, you can’t see anything apart from him. Always him.

“Take it. Take what I give you.”

Clumsily pleasuring you at the same time, he draws another orgasm out of you, making you gasp and moan relentlessly as your body twitches. But Edward isn’t done yet, so he keeps pounding away into your tight hole, completely using you.

When he cums for a second time, he grunts and buries himself to the hilt inside you. He stays like that for a while, catching his breath and swimming in the sensation of your submission and debauchery. Pulling out, he presses two fingers inside of you to keep his seed from spilling out.

“Keep it inside. It’s a gift from a superior intellect, you’d do well to be grateful.”

At you dazed nod, he grins and pats your cheek with his other hand. Rendering you stupid was always his favourite.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Picture credit: xbruised_peachx on Twitter

Sorry but I’m on my young recruit König & old colonel König brainrot again

CW: More polyamory headcanons with 2 Königs. Healthy relationship with old König and toxic relationship with young König, possessive behaviour, jealousy, NSFW 18+ only

The way he greets you when he comes back is so sweet you almost melt right there on the doorstep. He cups your face with both hands, gives you the most tender kiss known to mankind, and envelops you in a soul-warming hug. The love of your life sighs deeply as he holds you; his sweet, adorable wife. The Colonel may be a little tired but he's also extremely happy to be home again.

Colonel König, the older, calmer version of König is everything a woman could want. You married him early because he charmed you right off your feet.

You ride him on the first night because you simply want to show how much you've missed him. Colonel König never objects to you taking the reins every now and then. You see it from his eyes that he’s in seventh heaven whenever you bounce on his cock. He’s just happy to see you take your pleasure from him. He’s the luckiest man on earth because his needy young wife never gets enough of him – it strokes his ego that someone like you wants someone like him.

He always puts his things where they belong and takes a shower before walking into the living room and falling on the sofa with another deep sigh. He looks like he just fought an entire war by himself. When you go to make some dinner, he bounces back up and offers to help. You have to convince him that he can rest while you prepare some food. When you return with the meal, the tv is on but the Colonel is snoring softly on the couch.

He praises you and the meal, and you both talk about your days (or weeks). It calms your nerves just to talk with him. Colonel König is cultured and mature and you can talk to him about politics or the squirrels in your garden or some new documentary you've watched. He can hold any conversation.

He's illegally hot with his deep voice and loving stare, not to mention the thick muscles covered by a healthy layer of fat. You pride yourself on giving him some of that by feeding him so well. He already has a few laugh lines at the corner of his eyes – you pride yourself on giving those to him, too.

In the morning he’s much more vigorous. A good night's rest does wonders to any man, and König wakes up to cuddle you with a good, hard, thick erection. If you’re still sleepy, he will go down on you – he loves it when you’re too tired and warm and pleased to fight him.

He edges you for at least an hour: now it’s his turn to show how much he has missed you and how much he appreciates it that he has a cozy, beautiful home and a lovely, beautiful wife to return to. He’s sure he won the lottery with you, and you’re sure you’ve been blessed with the most attentive gentleman on earth. You feel like floating before you even get to the breakfast table.

Colonel König brings you small gifts and expensive flowers everytime he comes home, and takes you on a vacation to a new, exciting place every chance he can get, which is multiple times a year. You never have to ask for anything because he already got it for you.

You never have to fear you’re too much, or too moody, too this or too that: König appreciates you just the way you are and takes your fits and breakdowns and insecurities and PMS struggles like a champ. He stays calm during any storm and you can always trust him with all your troubles. You stopped apologizing for yourself an aeon ago because you know König doesn’t want to hear it: he only wants to comfort and console you when life has been hard on you. He will do anything to make it better, and if he can’t make it better, he will hold you long and fast until you smile again.

He takes such good care of you that you cried into his chest hair about it once. König only caressed you and said you deserve all of it and more. You could hear the calm, content smile on his lips while you were ugly crying about him being too good for you and spoiling you to bits.

When you asked if there’s anything you can do to return the many favors he’s given you, his face turned super smug before he suggested that you could always blow him. That’s probably the most obscene thing you've ever heard him say, which is why your face was all flushed when you travelled down to suck his already hard cock.

If only he didn’t have to repair the damage left behind by his younger version, you two would be the happiest couple this world has ever seen. Life would be peaceful and his home would stay nice and clean if the young, horny recruit had never walked into your life. He would have more energy and he could go back to work with a peaceful mind if it weren’t for this boy who has yet to learn how to be a man. A boy he couldn't deny you because you must always have everything you want; it's a law he lives by. You saved him from himself, and he will see you happy no matter what.

For some reason a troubled, violent young pup who shows a woman he loves them by bullying and fucking them to a quivering heap is what makes you happy at this point in life. Perhaps it's only a bonus that the rookie takes the blunt of your libido... otherwise he might be in trouble with his younger wife.

It’s just that the Colonel knows he can’t satisfy all your needs. You have a dark side, which he appreciates, and he thinks he’s being a good man when he allows this to happen. He's a good man, both to you and to the rookie who is the cockiest and also the most deranged, damaged little creature he has ever seen.

He tries his best to carve a man out of this poor, traumatized young bastard. He tries his best to give you the opportunity to live your life to the full by having two men who absolutely and utterly worship you... in their own ways.

Because when Young Recruit König comes home?

He’s not tired at all. He’s just excited and pent-up from being away from you for so long. He greets you by lifting you into a bone-crushing hug, sets you down when you whimper, and buries his face into your neck. You never get a kiss on the lips or a peck on the cheek: young König gives you a long, bruising love bite on your neck while you squirm and whine in his hold. He's something of a sadist when he only laughs and asks, “How has my sweet little Muschi* been...?” *Muschi means pussy in German :(

He doesn’t offer to help, he just throws his bags on the floor and asks what’s for dinner. If you have it ready, he nuzzles his face into your neck again and says how much he loves you, how perfect you are, and how he’s going to show how much he missed you after he's had a taste of your delicious cookings.

You watch how he eats almost all of it, a meal meant for an entire family. Colonel König eats like a horse, too, but he’s modest compared to our young rookie who goes to the gym in addition to his hectic job and probably burns 4000 calories per day just by daydreaming of filthy scenarios with you.

Don’t even think about riding him slowly into the sunset. Young König takes you while you’re on your knees, your ass and pussy exposed to his hungry gaze and hard cock. It borders on humiliating sometimes, the way he treats you. You grab for support from the sheets, knowing that it’s useless.

You’re in luck if you happen to cum, because the first round is just him using his little muschi, the tight, sweet hole he’s missed so much. He sounds like an animal until he cums, then kisses you all over when he’s done. You both sound like you're about to cry as he gives you hot, fond smooches where it tickles the most, getting some kind of sick satisfaction from the way you squirm and shudder in his hold again.

Round two is much more gentle and König is way more attentive, now focusing solely on you. Or at least on how you look under him, how desperate and wet your eyes get, how your tits bounce when he makes love to you. Well, you wouldn’t say that the younger version of König even knows how to make love – the old Colonel has tried to teach him, but he seems to get very pissed at anyone telling him what to do and how to do it. Plus he knows he can give you what the old man can or will not: a rough fucking that leaves you breathless, helpless and very much in love.

Because even if the first time is pure madness, the sessions that follow are made of intense adoration. König is obsessed with you and your desperate moans, your tight, wet cunt, the way he can make you cum three or four or even five times a day. He’s not the most gentle, attentive guy but he will do anything in his power to make you shiver, shake, beg, and clench. While Colonel tries to savour you nice and slow, the younger recruit lives for extremes. Sometimes it feels like he’s trying to drive you (or himself) mad.

The sheets have to be changed on the third day of his leave, and there’s not a surface in your house he hasn’t bullied you on or against. After a few days of fucking and living on takeaway food (König won’t let you from his sights for one minute), the young recruit finally calms down and agrees to watch some movies with you. You even get him to do some chores.

He won't help you in the garden like Colonel König because he's interested in the most dangerous, illegal or unnecessary jobs in the house, such as: can he fix the weather vane while balancing on a slippery roof, or would it be any fun if he did some DIY electrical work by himself. But he will help you with your computer, fix you some weed and turn a cooking session into a play fight that ends with you both on the kitchen floor and König sampling you instead of the sauce you tried to offer him.

This young rookie comes home with a wine bottle or some new sexy lingerie for you to wear (and him to tear right off). One day he comes home with a kitten, a scared little orange tabby, and asks if you like it while an evil grin spreads on his face. The poor thing tries to scratch and claw König but he has his gloves on, and when it gets released to your apartment, it runs under the sofa and won't come out, not before König comes up with a solution that involves some tuna. You're 100% sure he either stole that kitten or found it abandoned somewhere.

König leaves you in the good care of his older version, knowing that the aftercare he provided barely counts as aftercare because it’s filled with manic kisses and hugs that hardly allow you to breathe. The things he mutters in your ear when he holds you are usually about you being the best pussy he’s ever had, or about would you like it if he killed the old fart.

The cat turns out to be very vocal and cuddly but it also destroys your curtains and the Colonel's side of the bed. It grows up to be a violent bird hunting machine and an entire menace that, perhaps to no one's surprise, reminds you of your young lover.

Conversations with König mainly include him mansplaining things to you. He boasts a lot and you get the feeling he's actually very insecure under all that brash cockiness. But whenever you try to work on that with him, he soon gets annoyed, frustrated, or horny. Any attention is both poison and elixir for this man.

When you start to cry from him being so intense with you and mean to the man you love (the man who allows this young rookie to eat his food, fuck his wife and practically live in the house he bought with hard work) he says it’s only because he knows you’re not happy with him, not really.

But he can make you happy. He has money too. He can give you everything you want, too. And didn’t he just make you cum twice with his tongue and cock? Can the old man do that, eh? What else do you need? What else could you even ask for?

You have to make your calls and texts to the Colonel in secret even if your arrangement is known to all parties involved. It’s just that the young recruit becomes even more crazy and possessive in bed if he sees or hears you talking to his rival. You get the sense that he's not just crazy and self-centered: he's actually so desperately in love with you that he can't take the reminder that you're someone else's wife.

You tried to live together once, but it ended in both of your lovers in the hospital and you crying next to their beds. They made an uneasy truce after that, and agreed that they should take turns with you.

They mainly talk to each other through you nowadays. The "talking" mainly consist of threats which you never deliver.

Colonel König says he’ll snap the young prick’s neck if he ever hurts you in any way, your body or your feelings. You never say to him that the damage is already done – well, perhaps he hasn't hurt your body, which is sore from all the love, yes, but never abused. But he has hurt your feelings many times by being so callous, intimidating, and reckless.

Your nervous system is constantly on high alert with the young recruit who fantasizes very openly and cruelly about all the things he’d like to do to the Colonel (such as "if he tries to show me how to fuck this sweet Muschi again, I will fuck him to his grave with his own dick" or "I have a bullet with your lover's name on it. Have you ever held a gun, kleiner Schatz? Would you like me to show you how to load a rifle?")

When you remind him that you’re the Colonel’s wife, and won’t listen to such violent, stupid nonsense, the young recruit smiles with another devilish grin and says you needn’t worry: you wouldn’t be a widow for long. He would propose to you once the funeral is over and done with. Perhaps he’ll propose at the funeral. Would you like that…? Would it make you wet?

It's the only time you actually slapped him, and it only got him hard. When you were shocked about that too, he asked why do you think men go to the army in the first place, and urged you to slap the Colonel too and see what it does to him.

What you find a bit funny though is how this entitled young man seems to think about the Colonel everytime he’s inside you. He always brags about how he fucks you better than him, how he knows you prefer his mouth over the old man’s. He knows his cock is bigger too: he compared once when they were having a piss outside. He also knows you should make babies with him: they would be very healthy. Surely you’d choose him over the old Colonel if it came to breeding you? If you ever want children, you only need to ask...

[moonrisecoeur]

adoration — leon kennedy

author’s note: this is absolutely disgustingly horrifically soft. not my usual content but i hope you like it! also to anyone who doesn’t follow me i don’t usually write sub!reader so please don’t request it!

wc: 2.3k

content: leon x reader, fem!reader, not really sub or dom tho i guess it leans more towards dom!leon but it’s super soft, so many pet names, lots of praise, lots of compliments, possessiveness, leon’s down bad but we already knew that, work stress, a little bit of reader being insecure about her looks, riding, unwrapped p in v sex, boyfie leon !!

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“there you are,” his voice is gentle just like him. he smiles as he embraces you in a sweet hug, wondering why the universe was so cruel as to pull you away from him for so long every single day. he wishes he could stay right next you, arms wrapped around you, head resting against yours, never letting you go.

he’s only a little possessive, in a cute way rather than a unnerving way. he just likes being with you too much to ever be content when you’re not around.

the best part, in his opinion, is how you hold him back. arms around his waist, mumbling to yourself more so than leon about how much you miss his hugs, “awh, it’s okay, honey. know you missed me,” he teases, and it’s so blatant that out of the two of you, he’s the one who’s down bad, absolutely gone. he’s lucky that you’re not super greedy because he would give you anything you asked for.

your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck is more than enough to make him adore you for the rest of eternity. he reaches a hand up to your face, and watching your head tilt up to sweetly meet his gaze has to be the most deadly thing you’ve ever done. he feels physically giddy as you look at him curiously, wondering if he has someone to say as his fingers caress your cheek and jawline. soft skin beneath his rough fingers. he adores you. endlessly.

“so pretty…” he mumbles, sweet nothings murmuring their way past his lips as his hands cup your cheeks so he can hold you and look at you head on, blue eyes taking in every feature on your sweet face. he can’t help but love it all. he loves your face, he would stare at you for hours if you wouldn’t think it’s weird. he breathes in, inhaling your scent, so recognizable it’s comforting, “my pretty girl, mine all mine.”

you sigh comfortably, melting into him and his touch. it’s alright; he’s got you. he always does.

he leans to press a kiss to your forehead, “all mine..” he whispers again, like he’s reassuring himself, “want you all to myself. hate it when you’re gone.”

you giggle, a little bit breathless. he can tell his own effect on you and it strokes his ego wildly. he knows you secretly love his more possessive side, enjoying that he can’t even be bothered to look at another woman without being reminded about how much he loves and adores you. you’re his baby! he couldn’t ever want someone else!

“can i have you all to myself?” he asks, lips trailing down to your ear.

“mhm,” you hum, nodding your head cutely, and he can’t help the way he absolutely crumbles. god he’s really losing it, you’re absolutely everything to him. you’re too precious for him to ever let go.

“i love you,” he whispers as he kiss your jaw, your face still cradled in his hands like you’re too fragile for him to ever let you go.

“i love you too,” you whisper back. that’s all he’d ever need from you: your love. he could want a million things, but this moment tells him the truth. he’s yours. completely, and helplessly yours.

one hand still steady on holding your face, smiling as you lean more into his touch, his other hand dips back down, over your waist and hips and between your thighs in a way that aches so pleasantly. it’s impossible to tell when exactly you got so wet from this completely normal interaction but he notices too and he’s already too confident. it’ll go to his head at this point. oh well. you’d get back at him another time to bring him back down to earth.

“oh, pretty girl, i can tell my words are affecting you…” he says softly. he says it like it’s a question but he already knows the answer, “but…. if you need something, you can tell me.”

his voice is the only thing you can sensibly hear right now, everything else drowned out with his strong arms holding you close. the way you pout makes his heart race because god you are so adorable that it kills him.

“baby, if you need me to do something, you gotta let me know. i’m not a mind reader,” his voice, thick and syrupy, seeps into your skin and drives you mad with a need to be his. in all ways humanly possible.

and for him to be yours too. you know that this is all an act, that every moment so far in this interaction has been real but with an undertone that you both can easily sense. you control leon in all the ways that matter. you mold him into exactly what you want, and he contorts himself willingly because he wants to be everything you want and need in a man. he’s yours just as much, if not infinitely more, as you’re his.

“can you praise me..?” you whisper, soft and timid. even if you’re not normally the shy type, it all seems to come crumbling down when leon holds you close.

“that’s my girl,” he smiles. sure, he could tease you more, especially with how nonspecific your request was. but you’re desperate and he’s too soft on you to make you wait any longer, “pretty and sweet and all mine.”

even as you huff, muttering something trying to push back against his words. i’m not actually that pretty, or something like that, leon’s shaking his head, in disbelief that a being as ethereal as his lover could ever, even for a moment, believe themselves to be unattractive.

but this isn’t the moment. he can tell you don’t want a lecture on self love or positive self talk right now. it wouldn’t do any good to tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful if you wouldn’t believe it, so he just does as you ask like the obedient boyfriend he is. he’ll tackle that beast another time.

“my pretty girl, my good girl…” he whispers, hands cradling your head against his chest, fingers tendering brushing against your skin as you close your eyes and just let leon speak to you. he’s never been good with words until he fell in love with you, “so proud of you, sweetheart. you worked so hard, even with everything you got going on. my baby’s so strong, isn’t she?”

you nod even as he holds you, maybe just a little too emotional to respond any other way.

“but you don’t always gotta be strong, you can let your walls down when it’s just me, baby. i promise i’ll take care of you,” he whispers, lips pressed against your forehead again. and once he thinks he’s buttered you up enough, he mumbles something like, “tell me what’s bugging you, princess.”

“i… i don’t wanna go to work anymore…” you mumble against his shirt, and he’s looking at you like you’re the cutest thing in the world, “i hate working. just wanna be with you.”

he laughs heartily, and you can feel the vibrations against his chest. his presence just entices comfort, one of his hands resting atop your head, “i know, baby. i wanna be with you always too,” he says.

“it’s not fair..”

he pouts when you pout, the world just had to be so unfair, “i know it’s not. if it were up to me, you’d never work a day in your life, but… you know, unfortunately i’m not that rich.”

you chuckle, and he’s relieved he at least got that out of you.

he can’t help getting distracted, “god you’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, hands dropping down to your waist, holding you close like he’s preparing to never let go, “so beautiful, baby. and you’re so perfect,” he tilts his head to look at you, making dangerous eye contact again, face just inches apart, “you’re so… lovely. i could stay here with you forever.”

you smile softly and it lights up the room and his entire life. you hold him close like you never want to let him go, and he feels pretty little butterflies in his stomach.

he leans in to kiss you, finally, and one arm stays wrapped possessively around your waist, as if to steal you away from the rest of the world, and one hand reaches back up to cup your cheek. he kisses you sweetly, not too rough or aggressive, just enough to make you want to drown in his touch, his scent, his presence.

“leon..!” you gasp between kisses, and he’s never liked his name as much as he likes it when your lips say it.

he pulls away to search for any hint that you need him to stop, that your breathless whisper of his name was a plea for escape, and he doesn’t seem to find any. his eyes trail down to your lips again, as if taunted by them, “what do you need, baby?”

“you,” you whisper, your lips finding his neck, kissing him softly. he’s not sure when you exactly decided you would try to kill him but the way your lips feel against him is lethal in its own way.

“yeah? my baby need me?”

“mhm,” you smile, he feels it against his skin, “your pretty girl needs to feel as pretty as you think she is.”

and something pulls at leon’s heart at that little statement. it’s not sad or pitiful, nor is it said with a sad tone, but he wonders what it means to you. do you believe him when he calls you that? god, you have to, he’s too obsessed with you for it to even be questionable if he thinks you’re pretty.

he practically drags you to bed, sits down on the edge and pulls you onto his lap, fingers immediately between your legs, feeling that familiar wetness that he loves, pressing down on your clit with his thumb.

“good girl, just like that… grind on my hand, let yourself feel good,” he murmurs, “this is about you, so be selfish, baby. take what you want from me.”

he likes how needy you get because maybe, just maybe, that means you need him just as badly as he needs you. it soothes him, in a way.

“i’ll fill you up nice and full later, but for now… just sit here with me… just let me touch you, pretty, i’ll make you feel good.”

and you just curl up into him, holding onto his shoulder for support as takes every whine and moan and absolutely devours them. his fingers have gotten rougher over the years, but that roughness feels good when he’s rubbing figure eights on your clit, fingers moving in circular motions inside your pretty pussy, bringing you to closer orgasm sooner than you thought. he’s just that good.

“there you go, princess. just feel it all. just close your eyes… and feel me against you,” he whispers, “you’re so cute when you’re feeling good. well, you’re always cute, but you know what i mean.”

“leon…” your whiny voice is met with a chuckle from him.

“hm?”

“i’m gonna cum…” you mumble, resting your head in the crook of his neck again, must be your favorite spot.

he likes that you don’t ask permission because why would you? he’d never deny you, not pleasure nor anything else you want in life. no, you say it like a warning, like a don’t you dare stop kind of warning. he wouldn’t dare.

“c’mon, pretty. let yourself have it,” he mumbles, lips almost touching your ear, that’s how close they are.

leon’s selfish, he can’t help it. he makes you orgasm because he wants to give you pleasure, sure, but he’s also doing it because he loves watching you cum. not so much right now, with your head buried away, but he likes seeing your orgasm face, he likes that you shut your eyes tightly and your eyebrows furrow and your mouth hangs open just slightly. you’re so pretty when you cum.

if he’s being honest, he should have made you look at him when you came, but he knows you were feeling a little shy today so he didn’t push.

and the feeling of your cunt clenching on his fingers turns him on beyond belief. he feels the pressure of the orgasm, and he knows it’s a big one, so of course he helps you through it, fucking his fingers as deep as possible, loving the achy moans that escape your throat. you’re not super loud but you’re also right by his ear so he hears every gasp and moan and whimper as you cum for him. he adores you so painfully.

“there you go, good girl…” he whispers, cradling you close as you both fall back against the bed, holding each other as the wetness on his hand starts to dry but your body still pulses with a reminder of how much pleasure just flooded through you.

it’s almost too paralyzing to speak, and you make pretty little sounds as you shift to get comfortable that make leon’s heart jump. he holds your waist as you lay half on top of him.

he looks at your face, radiant with a comfortable glow you’ve been missing this whole time. in his arms, in your shared bed, it’s safe and soft and leon holds you close with no intentions of letting go.

“should we…” he starts, and you lift your head slightly to look at him as he speaks, “cancel our dinner reservations? order in, we’ll get whatever my sweet lover wants, and we can just stay in bed all night?”

you can’t help but giggle, “yeah. i wanna keep kissing you for at least another hour.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[rayhalloffame]

NSFW MDNI!

Imagining being new to Art and Tashi’s relationship. They’re both so captivated by you that they need to get to know your body separately. They need to be able to take their time and play with you the way they really want.

Tashi figures you out quickly enough. She knows exactly what to say, knows how to move her hands on you. She’s the perfect balance of teasing and pushover. She likes to see how far she can take you but when you’re begging her to let you come, she can’t deny you. Tashi strokes your face and whispers to you while her fingers assault your clit. You come so hard your toes curl and your head presses back into the pillows.

Art doesn’t have as much finesse. He eats you leisurely, uses his fingers to add some intensity. And while it feels good, and he looks so handsome between your legs, you’re just not able to get there. To spare his feelings, you fake it, and he kisses you after gleefully.

This works for a few weeks while the three of you have yet to engage in sexual activities together. Until Tashi is kissing your neck and cheeks and squeezing her hand around your tit while Art makes himself at home between your legs. You feel good, like you always do, closing your eyes and really trying to concentrate on his tongue which has a better rhythm than his fingers. Truth be told, you want Tashi’s fingers, so you fake it in hopes of continued play. Art is rubbing your thigh and when you open your eyes Tashi is staring down at you. You silently plea with her to not make it a thing.

Instead, she releases the tension between your eyebrows with her thumb. “Want me to teach Artie how to take care of you, hmm?” Your cheeks flame and when you look to Art he has his own crease between his brows. He vocalizes his confusion and Tashi is very blunt. “You don’t know how to make her finish,” she says, but rubs a hand across his messy hair.

His eyes find yours, asks if that’s true. You nod, quick to add, “but it feels so good, please don’t be mad!”

Art crawls up to lay beside you, cups your cheek and kisses you. “I’m not mad, pretty girl. My ego’s a bit bruised but I’m not mad.” Your eyes are glassy anyway and he swipes his thumb beneath one before the tear can fall. “You have to speak up, alright? I want to make you feel good, give you what you deserve.” You bite your lip and nod.

Tashi rubs a hand across your belly. “Go on, tell him.” She nods encouragingly, hand moving to toy with your clit. Your hips jolt into her hand.

“I, uh, need you to talk to me. Y’know, tease me, make me desperate,” you say bashfully. “Tell me what you want to do to me, but don’t always give it to me right away.” Art looks like he’s taking mental notes, nodding seriously.

Tashi is in your ear then. She bites the lobe, tells you you’re doing so good, rewards you by speeding up her fingers on your clit which sends shivers down your spine. She nods at Art to try.

Art captures your gaze, whispers so close to your face that you can smell mint on his tongue, “I can’t wait to split your little pussy open on my cock.” Your eyes widen and you nod into the palm he still has against your cheek. Art licks into your mouth, moves his hand slowly down your body until his fingers tease at your opening. You nod, egging him on, but he just traces his fingers there.

You grip the back of his neck. “Just like that,” you praise. He pushes a finger into you. Tashi grabs his wrist and repositions it to an angle she knows you like, and when he curls his finger you’re mewling.

Art adds another finger, stretching you while he finds a rhythm you like. “You’re so tight,” he groans, pulling your tit into his mouth. His fingers fuck you in sync to Tashi’s rhythm on your clit.

Tashi kisses at the underside of your jaw. “I don’t know, baby, he might be too big to fit.” Art curls his fingers, and you gush. Art spends the rest of the night probing you to tell him what else you like and then getting to work. It’s Tashi who pulls him from you when you become visibly overstimulated, wipes a mix of spit and juices from his chin, says you all will have plenty of time to learn each other. They’re going to keep you forever.

[hitomisuzuya]

BRAIN ROT. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Aventurine x fem!reader (Separate) Smut. Blowjob. Collar and leash (Scaramouche) Degradation (Scaramouche) Praise (Scaramouche/Aventurine)

Spoiling them, that's the real name of the game, right?. I am hoping writing Scara's part will give me extra luck for his rerun😭

Scaramouche

There was a unique blend of soft and dominance in Scaramouche's eyes as he looked down at you. You were on your knees in front of him, your cheek nuzzling lovingly against his thigh. He reached down and stroked his fingers through your hair.

You sighed content, your cheeks flushed as you looked up at him. His head pets never failed to comfort you. It was an action he only allowed you to experience.

"Something on your mind?" He asked, smirking as he raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm," You said softly, looking away shyly. "I want to worship your cock," The pleading look in your eyes made his cock pulse.

His ego always doubled in size whenever you said something like that. Sighing, he stroked his hand through your hair again. "Go ahead, kitten," His indigo eyes glinted, reaching down before you could to take out his hardening cock. "Indulge yourself."

The way your eyes lit up as he moved your head towards his cock made his cock pulse harder as he pushed the flushed tip against your lips. Smearing precum on your pretty lips sent a shiver through him.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you wasted no time licking the precum soaked slit. He let out a shaky sigh, his hand folding to tighten on your hair. Your tongue felt so warm, and so wet. It was addicting how even little licks felt worshipping.

Scaramouche tried to swallow back a soft moan as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. You curled your tongue around it, softly sucking as his legs started to shake.

He was never one to hold himself back from indulging himself in you. He pushed your mouth down onto his cock, his hips jerking up to push his cock at the way into your mouth.

"F-Fuck," He groaned huskily, his cock pulsing on your tongue as you coughed. How good your mouth and throat felt convulsing and tightening around his cock sent him reeling.

The Balladeer deserved to be worshipped. He knew this. It was such a pleasure to see you in your rightful place, on your knees with your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock in praise for him.

"Look at you," He marvelled, gripping your hair a little tighter as he guided your mouth up and down on his cock, "Drooling so beautifully on my dick like a cock drunk slut."

Scaramouche loved how limp you always became in his grip. You were perfectly happy to let him use your throat as he pleased. Your mouth ground wet and slurping around his cock as you sucked. Drool shamelessly pooled from the corners of your mouth.

You purposely coughed as you rested his cock in your throat, pumping your hand up and down the part that wasn't in your mouth. You lapped and flattened your tongue against the vein that buldged up, tearing a louder moan from him.

Scaramouche held your head still as he felt his orgasm approaching. Your eager sucks only encouraged his orgasm to build up, feeling his cock throb harder in your mouth.

You are always the perfect pet, looking up at him in such submission as cum spurted salty into your mouth.

-Scaramouche always enjoyed himself a little extra if you wore a collar while he fucked you. He liked to hook his finger into it or tug on the leash to bring your head down so he could kiss you with aggressive passion.

If you are underneath him, he liked to tie your wrists together above your head with the leash. You always looked so precious fucked dumb on his cock, your eyes glazed over and body twitching as he hit your sweet spot. His fingers would caress your throat, brushing against the collar tenderly before he used it to tug your head up for a kiss.

Aventurine

Aventurine wished the back of his chair wasn't in the way. He wanted to lean back in your arms and feel them tighten around him like he was the precious thing in the world to you.

Because he is.

Goosebumps rose up on his neck in the wake of your lips as you pressed soft kisses on his neck. "Let me spoil you tonight, Aventurine," You murmured in his ear, making his cheeks heat as he chuckled softly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?" Aventurine said, his heart stopping eyes following you as you walked around in front of him.

You smiled softly at him as you shook your head. "It's just, you always put my pleasure before yours," He reached up with his beautiful, gloved fingers to cup your chin so you would look at him again when you looked away shyly. "Use me tonight, Aventurine. Please."

The blush on his cheeks darkened as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him. Your fingers quivered in anticipation as you unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. You were determined to make this man put himself first before you. And you were going to do your best to make that happen.

As far as you were concerned, he more than deserved it.

Aventurine's cock immediately twitched and pulsed, sensitive as your fingers and thumb skimmed a long his length. Your touches felt so doting, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

His fingers gently stroked your hair, his hips jerking up against your mouth in response to your sucks. He was reserved at first about taking complete control. However, he could feel himself fast getting lost in the sensation of his cock slowly sinking inch by inch into your mouth as you lowered your head.

Aventurine didn't dare push your mouth down too fast, his fingers tightening in your hair. "M-my good girl," He stumbled over his words, a soft whimper sounding from as his cock bottomed out in your mouth, "Don't you know you are always good to me?"

You moaned in response hearing his praise. He slowly pumped his cock into and out of your mouth, holding your head in place. He squirmed feeling your throat flutter and convulse around his cock as he hit the back of your throat. "That's my--" A breathy, husky moan keened from him as his cock pulsed on your tongue. "good, sweet girl. Suck just like that."

Aventurine hardly felt he deserved you on your knees in front of him in such worship. However, he knew he would be a fool if he didn't indulge himself. This was at your behest, and he refused to let you down. It only gave him more fulfillment knowing using your mouth like a fleshlight would please you as well.

God how exhilarating it was for Aventurine to see and feel you surrending such complete and intimate control to him. Through the static haze of pleasure fogging in his mind, he knew he could get used to this.

His thumb tenderly swiped at drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. The adoring look your eyes made it even easier for him to lose control. He hastily took control of your pace, bobbing your head a little faster as his hips bucked relentlessly, desperately seeking to go as deep into your mouth as possible.

Aventurine didn't think he was capable of whimpering so much or so loudly, his cum ribboning abruptly into your mouth.

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal (TV), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content, daddy kink (NOT ddlg), blood kink, knife kink

♡notes; i’m alive (ish) !!! i think i forgot how to write but have this

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Jason Vorhees

> he’s a vanilla guy, honestly

> he’s a virgin when you meet and still believes a lot of what his mother taught him

> however, he is eager to please

> so eager to please that with some gentle coaxing, you could get him to try about anything once

> he’s a natural service top- but he’d bottom no questions asked

> in terms of dom and sub dynamics, he fits pretty snugly in the sub category

> but as I said, he’d try anything once, including completely doming you

> and even if he is submissive, the man is tall, wide, and pure muscle

> it’s not hard for him to get rough- sometimes he is without even realizing it

> but the aftercare is always top-notch, he takes care of you the whole rest of the day/night even if it’s not necessary

> funnily enough he thinks oral is pretty scandalous at first, but god he loves when you suck him off, lapping and trying to take all of him even though it’s probably impossible

Bo Sinclair

> maybe listing kinks he doesn’t have would be faster

> in all seriousness, there are quite a few he’d be gunning for when the topic comes up for the first time

> he loves being called daddy or sir, or would accept most other dom titles

> he’s super into roleplay- but he loses the plot pretty fast

> he love love loves tying you up and using you as he pleases

> if you trust him enough he’ll gag you too, and maybe leave you tied up while he goes to take care of business

> he likes spanking and biting and bruising your hips from gripping you too tightly

> and he likes kissing all of the little marks he left for days afterwards

>making sure they heal properly, he always says, though he’s quick to replace them

> if you can manage to get him to sub- big if- he’s an incredibly whiny and desperate brat. but taking him can be fun.

Billy Lenz

> he’s the switch of the century 🔥🔥🔥

> he alternates so frequently between praise and degradation that it’s jarring at times

> “oh just look at my pretty whore- you like billy’s cock? take it like the fucking slut you are—“

> and he loves loves loves being on the receiving end of both as well

> he has an oral fixation, big time. And if your fingers aren’t in his mouth, his fingers are in yours

> and, to no one’s surprise, he loves phone sex

> he’ll call you from the attic as foreplay

> and he loves watching you, peeping through the wall as you put on a show for him

> he loves edging- mostly on the receiving end

> and when he finally cums, he wants it to be all over your face or chest.

Danny Johnson

> borderline exhibitionist. maybe not even borderline.

> y’all are fucking in the car, in alleys, anywhere you can have just enough privacy

> and man oh man, is he going to take so many pictures of you

> posed on the bed or on your knees in front of him or freshly fucked and nearly in tears

> when he has you screaming, he wants to hear his name, not anything else

> he’s a hair puller, and he’s more than happy to choke you

> if you ask nicely, that is. he’ll have you beg for most things

> he calls you his kitty or puppy, or baby doll if you don’t like either of those

> if you stroke his ego and praise him, he’ll do absolutely anything you want

> he’ll even be a good boy and bottom for you if he trusts you enough - though he’s an absolute pillow prince when he does bottom

Hannibal Lecter

> debatably the “worst” of the bunch

> he’s the type to really commit to BDSM dynamics

> you WILL call him master, and he’ll probably call you “my pet”

> he likes choking, spanking, the whole nine yards that a lot of the other

> but he very much has a knife kink, and a blood kink. he likes giving little nicks and lapping the blood up, getting a proper taste of you

> of course he can live without it, but if you let him indulge you’d be greatly rewarded

> and even with his strictly dominant nature, he is a very generous master

> he loves going down on you, and he loves overstimulating you when he does

> he’ll have you whining before he gets past your thighs, seeming to always know just what to do make you squirm