#straddle itself on his lap and just fucking GET HIM. it will do The Most to him. ect ect fill in the blanks

[moe-broey]

Straight up I just never posted the "full" thing of this, actually. BECAUSE IT WAS SO IMPORTANT TO ME... THIS CHUNK OF LORE.... I HAVE TO DO IT RIGHT I HAVE TO DEMONSTRATE IT PERFECTLY....... but I never got to cleaning this up and I never got to the SIGNIFICANT. SIGNIFICANT OTHER HALF OF THE LORE HERE.

But. Because it's somewhat relevant. Here's Moe flinching and recoiling at a gentle touch.

[sanguinesmi1e]

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 (you're here)

Full fic on Ao3

Art of LBM

Pt. 4: An Unexp-ectoed Party (not on Ao3 yet)

Constantine was quietly freaking out. He couldn’t be sure, but he suspected that the ghost who had turned itself into a cute little tatzelwurm to avoid answering questions might be something far beyond his capabilities to deal with. Everything it said and did suggested it was way outside his scope of experience. While Tim used a shoelace to play with it like a rambunctious kitten, John mentally catalogued the things that threatened to give him a panic attack:

Before the ghost even arrived, the blinding power flowing through his spell array nearly knocked him flat. It had felt like being swatted in the eyeballs by an eldritch god.

The ghost appeared in human form, fully alive, before being transformed by the summoning magic. John had only ever heard whispers of legends about a being who could do such a thing. The legends were vague and grandiose, but some epithets included The One Who Walks Between, He Who Straddles Life and Death, Twilight Walker, Shroud Danger Child, and The Halver. 

The ghost could not only see his soul at a glance, it could perceive all the damage he had done making deals with demons.

The ghost implied it was on casual, friendly terms with the Ancient of Time aka Chronos, Kala, Father Time, etc. And that it had altered the timeline at least once already.

It could age. Despite what the ghost said, only Neverborn should be able to age. The dead were static, and given the death that he could feel sustaining the portal, this ghost had definitely died.

It was brilliant enough to pinpoint a weakness and successfully distract Tim by transforming into a shape that could manipulate his protective instincts. John did not want to admit that he also felt protective of the cute little blighter.

It had hopped out of the summoning circle as if it were just chalk scribbles, despite John working in some of his most powerful containment spells as a matter of what he had thought was excessive precaution.

Shite, the list had already reached seven items. The tatzelwurm (had Drake really just named the thing Little Baby Man?) glared at him and called him “Gross!” 

“Seriously!? This cloaking spell should be more than sufficient.” John grumbled. “Did it really have no effect?” If so, that was gonna be item number eight.

Little Baby Man tilted his head. “It worked.” Then he huffed with amusement. 

Thank fuck for small blessings. 

A quickly muttered spell turned his burning cigarette into a makeshift sort of laser pointer, and Constantine distracted Little Baby Man while he tried to think of what to do next.

“Hey kid, this is a problem.” He kept his voice low, and watched to see if the tatzelwurm appeared to pay any attention to him. It dedicated all its attention to the glowing dot, and ignored the two men.

“I assume this isn’t the normal direction your interrogations go.” Drake wound his shoelace around his hand and pocketed it. “It’s certainly a first for me.”

“Ditto, in so many ways.”

“Any idea what to do now?”

“We should probably return him where he came from, and wait for Zatanna to get back from wherever she’s disappeared to now.” John would really like a second opinion. He would also like to dump this mess in someone else’s lap and be on his way. 

Although to be fair, watching the tatzelwurm careen around after his lazer dot was actually pretty fun. Not that he’d ever admit it. Still, the creature was done answering questions and John wasn’t prepared to bind the thing because he didn’t think he’d need to pack the tools to bind an eldritch god when Batman called him to do a “quick consult.”

Danny couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun. The CEO person played with him! He did feel a bit bad for hurting his foot, but it was difficult to dwell on regrets or worries when he could attack the string instead. And now there was a red dot to chase! It was very fast and sneaky, but he was faster and sneakier.

Is this what Paulina felt like when she wished herself to be a giant chibi version of herself to be loved and worshipped by everyone? Because he felt adorable. And fierce. He was going to kill that red dot so hard when he finally sunk his claws in it!

Frustratingly, it seemed to also have intangibility powers. Well, Danny knew what to do about that! He concentrated ectoplasm into his paw and bapped it down hard on the dot. This scorched the floor a bit, but when he lifted his paw, the red dot was skewered on one of his claws. It tried to tug away, but he clung tight. Apparently its size belied its strength, because it started to drag him across the floor. 

Danny tried to release the dot, but his claw was firmly snagged, so he resigned himself to being dragged back into the chalk circle. He tingled a bit as he crossed the perimeter, but it wasn’t a bad sensation, just a little odd. Then a portal opened up and pulled him through the water filled tube snake toy sensation in reverse and ugh! Just as bad the second time, if not worse.

The spell spat him out in human form under the Specter Speeder. Or rather, it ejected him at speed so he smacked into the bottom of the Speeder before falling back to the ground with a heavy thud. Thankfully he didn’t crack his head against the concrete, but he still couldn’t stifle a pained groan.

A firm hand wrapped around Danny’s ankle and dragged him out, and he found himself staring up at Drake and Constantine for the third time that day.

“Uh, hi,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I suppose I have some explaining to do.”

Being able to create ghost portals would come in real handy right about now. Maybe he should just commit some arson and let these two deal with escaping the basement on their own.

[mammonsrockstargf]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | MAMMON

part of my kinktober | masterlist

congrats, you accidentally turned your whiny demon boyfriend into a vampire. now, how are you gonna keep him distracted from the toe-curling bloodlust, until you figure out how to turn him back?

pairing: vampire! mammon x gn! reader contents: bondage, biting, handjob, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasm, overstimulation, blood-drinking, petnames (treasure, baby) praise, you wear his clothes wordcount: 1.8k

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Ah yes, another day in the Devildom, another day of We–Accidentially–Turned–My–Boyfriend–Into–A–Vampire–Due–To–A–Magic–Amulet–We–Found–At–The–Bottom–Of–A–Lake–And–Now–We–Have–To–Figure–Out–Away–To–Turn–Him–Back–Before–He–Eats–Everyone. 

You sigh and look at your boyfriend, who’s been dutifully tied to his headboard by a spell Solomon quickly showed you. It presents itself as whatever the one who cast it wants it to. In your case, this means pretty yellow ribbons wrapped around his neck, torso, and hips.

Although you wish you were at the library trying to help Mammon’s brothers and Solomon find a solution to this new-found problem, it was agreed upon that it’s best you stay here. The spell needs to be redone every hour, and someone needs to watch him. 

You’re also the only person Mammon is snarling and yelling curses at. Instead, your demon is resolving to begging. Pretty, eerily red eyes locked on your form at all times, eyebrows knitted together, and lips shaped in a pout. 

“Please,” he whines, and you sigh from your end of the bed. “I’m tired, treasure. And cold. And my teeth hurt.” 

He’s all complaints and whines, but you know what he’s really after. You can see the tent in his pants and the way his mouth salivates just by looking at you. You have no doubt all he wants to do is have you sit pretty and pliant on his cock while he buries his teeth in your neck. You’re not sure it’s a good idea. 

“You know we can’t, baby,” you reply, flipping through the book of spells in your lap. It hurts you to say, though. Especially with the whimper that leaves your boyfriend and the way he sinks into his bed, his body slumping against the headboard behind him. 

“But the others are already searchin’ for a spell,” he tries to reason. “Your job is to care for me.” 

Your heart sinks, and you sigh, closing the book in your lap. Solomon did tell you that they would figure it out soon enough. Would it be so bad if you gave in and helped out Mammon in the way only you can? You glare at him, but he only seems to light up, knowing he’s won this round. 

“Come sit, baby,” he encourages, squirming in his seat, and you crawl over to him, straddling his lap and positioning yourself right on top of his bulge. The moan that leaves Mammon is downright guttural. He throws his head back, hitting the wall behind him with a thud as his eyes roll back and his whole body shudders. 

The spell doesn’t even allow him to thrust up into you. He can only sit and look pretty with his arms locked to his sides and his hands clenched into fists. He’s wearing sweatpants and a thin shirt that’s coated in sweat, and you can see the patch of precum soiling the fabric beneath you. 

You, like the fucking tease you are, are wearing Mammon’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. With only two thin layers separating your bodies, Mammon has never felt more desperate. He wishes he could get you underneath him and bury his cock in your tight heat while he sink his teeth into your neck. He’d fuck you so good; he knows he would, and your blood would be the perfect reward. 

He can hear it rushing in your veins, and it clouds his judgement. You smell so nice. Sweet and salty, the perfect combination of human and magic. 

You sigh and flip his sweaty hair away from his forehead. 

“You’re burning up, baby,” you mutter, and he nods, still pouting at you and giving you his most perfect puppy eyes, though you’re slightly distracted by his pupils being red, not the usual mix of blue and yellow that you love. 

“Please,” he mutters, and you watch drool collect in the corners of his lips, his mouth not being used to the new and much more prominent fangs in his mouth. “Hurts,” 

You visibly soften and bring your hands to his crotch, palming his cock beneath his sweats. Mammon mewls at this, his eyes going half-lidded, and you press harder, stroking the imprint of his length before you slip your hand beneath the waistband and pull out his flushed throbbing dick. Mammon curses at the contact, and you can tell he wants to buck up into your hand but he can’t. 

Slowly, you stroke him while you lean in and kiss his jaw. Unfortunately, he can’t get any kisses on the lips today. This will have to do. But it seems to be enough for your horny boyfriend because globs of precum coat your hand, making the glide easier as his dick twitches in your hold. You watch his Adam's apple bop, and you slip a free hand underneath his shirt, feeling his abs tense. 

“My poor baby,” you hum, kissing his neck this time. “My sweet demon. I wish I could give you what you want,” you say, and Mammon whines. 

“You can. I promise. I’ll be good, won’ take too much.” 

You shake your head and cup his cheek. 

“We both know you can’t, baby." Your voice is sweet, shacarine. Mammon feels the buildup of an orgasm in his core, and he moans unashamed into the air. You run your thumb over his tip, and he shudders hard, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes onto your hand. You coo, stroking him through his orgasm, coaxing him back to you and grinning at him. 

“That feel good?”

“Yes, more please.” 

You love it when Mammon gets pliant like this. A little praise, and he’s putty in your hands, all his big bad demon facade gone as he begs for orgasm after orgasm. Mammon loves being tortured. He loves when you tease him, when you bring him right to the edge, only to remove your affections and leave him hanging, but he loves it more when you make him come again and again and again, till he’s sobbing, babbling incoherent phrases, whether it’s by your hands, mouth, or sweet warmth. 

You don’t say anything, but you pull off your (Mammon's) boxers and position his swollen cockhead right at your entrance, sinking down on him. The glide is easy due to his cock being coated in cum, but your eyes still sting at the stretch and your mouth falls agape as you stabilise yourself with your hands on his shoulders. 

Your boyfriend is a mess. Your distraction is working because he’s no longer thinking about eating you, much too busy with how good you feel around him and how tight and warm it all is. He throbs and throbs, cock leaking obscene amounts of precum and you giggle, though you’re also affected by him being nestled deep inside of you.

“Feels good?” you repeat, and Mammon nods furiously.

“So good,” his chin is coated in spit, and tears are rolling down his cheeks. You wipe them gently with your thumbs before moving down to his mouth and running your fingers over his gums. 

Mammon moans loudly at this, and you gasp, pressing harder against his gums, watching the way your boyfriend transforms into a spineless mess. You massage his gums while you slowly begin grinding your hips against his, and it barely takes a minute before Mammon comes inside you, dick painting your walls white. You moan at the feeling, watching the way his brows knit together in bliss. 

“Phuck me, shoo phucking good,” he whines in muffled speech, and you laugh. 

“Mammon, baby, you look like a mess,” you state, removing your spit-coated fingers from his mouth but continuing to grind against him. He glares at you but doesn’t correct you, probably well aware of how he looks right now. 

His dick feels like it’s going to fall off. You’re gonna milk him dry at this pace, and he tugs on his restraints, desperately wanting to push you into his mattress and sink his teeth into your neck. 

Delighted, he realises that the restraints fall off. The spell has worn off. You barely have time to react before you’re flipped around, Mammon settling his weight on top of you and pushing your legs to your stomach, trapping you in a mean mating press. He puts both your legs over one shoulder, so he can bury his face in your neck and breathe you in. 

His hips are mean. You think you might've teased him too much this time because he’s fucking you hard and fast, his tip nudging at your sweet spot, making you see starts. Any thoughts on how to get out of this situation are immediately pushed to the back of your mind as you come hard, your body tensing up and your walls squeezing Mammon’s cock.

Mammon wastes no time to bury his teeth in your neck, piercing through your flesh. The minute your blood reaches his taste buds, he comes too, filling you up for the second time. He moans loudly into your neck, fucking you both into overstimulation, ignoring your whines and pleas as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl. 

The feeling of being used as a toy while Mammon’s teeth simultaneously sink into your neck is euphoric. You feel high on the mix of pain and pleasure, along with the slight lightheadedness that comes with being fed on. 

Once Mammon has had his fill, he lets go of your neck. The little yellow monster in his stomach tells him to have more, to eat up, but then he looks at your face and the way your mouth is slightly agape, and your brows are furrowed, small gasps leaving you each time his cock bottoms out inside of you and all desire to suck you dry is replaced with a need to make you come again and again and again. 

“Mams,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he moans, kissing your cheek and smearing blood on your skin. 

“You taste so good, treasure, so fuckin’ good,” he whines, his hips moving faster against the back of your thighs. You can hardly say anything, having been reduced to ah! ah! ah! and Mammon giggles. 

“Wanna make you come again,” he states, and you shake your head, your eyes filling with dread. Your body is burning. You think you might die if you come again, but Mammon smiles boyishly and nuzzles his head into your neck, licking over the wounds he left. “As a thank you,” he adds. 

You can feel the knot in your core tightening, and you cry out when you come, your vision going white, and blood rushing in your ears. You don’t even hear when the door to Mammon’s room is thrown open. 

“We found a cure! Wait, what the fuck?”

thank you for reading!

tags: @madaqueue / @mcmisa / @clone-force-99 / @the-realest-unicorn / @delightfulmentalityturtle

@malleus-draconias-rose

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[melobin]

hi hi first off, i LOVE your blog!!!!

i have a questionnnn : who in riize do you think would get most turned on by playing fighting with you ? like I can see Anton going all red and getting hard when you pin him on the floor like you've won the fight even though he just let you win... Eunseok on the other hand would rather die than let you win

thank you cutie 💕 well, let’s discuss them all hehe

play fighting to sex with riize

i think shotaro would be one to see the more playful side of it, the moment wouldn’t be too intense with him and would stay quite teasing and giggly. he’s the type who wants to let you win just so he can see you giggle and smile whilst pinning him down. he puts it all in your hands, looking up at you with a smile on his face asking what you want as a prize for winning, not so subtly hinting towards something sexual. he wouldn’t be turned on from the play fighting itself but once he has you straddling his lap then he’d be ready for anything and that means he’d be more than ready to let you sit on his face as a reward for beating him.

the rest are under the cut.

eunseok does not want you to beat him, even if he adores the way you feel and look on top of him, he’s not letting you win. if it was just a playful thing, then he wouldn’t care too much and he’d let you do what you pleased just to make you happy, but once it grows more intense and the air grows thicker between the two of you, then he’s overpowering you within seconds. considering he’s been working out more lately, i think he’d love using it as a way to show off his strength and he’d be more than happy to fuck you right there on the floor. would just slip your panties to the side and push into you, letting you wrap your legs and arms around his body as he fucks you into the floor and keeps you pressed against it.

sungchan is similar to eunseok, but he doesn’t really care if you overpower him, he’ll let you. the thing about sungchan is that he’s happy to let you play and do what you please, will purposely weaken his limbs so you can manhandle him and pin him to the floor. giggles when you giggle, smiles when you smile. things grow intense with sungchan when you decide to teasingly grind down against him, the develop even further when you begin to poke fun at him for growing hard under you. he knows you’re only doing it to get a reaction out of him and he knows he shouldn’t give into you, but he does. he’s thick to break his wrists out of your grip and flip you over so you’re on the floor under him, would push his hands into your panties just to laugh at you for being so wet. it’d be one of those moments where he just needs to show off his strength to you so instead of fucking you on the floor he’d stand up, lifting you up and fucking you right there. letting you wrap your arms around his neck and pull at his hair as he holds you up by the underneath of your thighs and fucks you into oblivion.

wonbin is one that’s hard from the get go. he can’t help it, being in such close proximity to you and feeling your skin against his turns him on so much. wonbin could easily over power you if he was in the right state of mind, but if he wasn’t then you’re definitely winning. he’d just lay there and let you, allow you to pin him to the floor with your hands on his wrist and a sweet but sly smile on your face. he’d let you ride him like that, simply just watching you bounce on his cock and loan out for him. he’d be a wreck though, not being able to take his eyes off of you once and he’d end up cumming so hard. things like that are what make wonbin realise he really has a thing for being restrained. if he was feeling more confident then he’s winning, there’s no doubt about it. he’d love having you under him, at his mercy, pinned down and ready for him. because of how intense the moment would be and how much strength he had used, his veins would be on show in his hands and arms and his biceps would flex with each sharp thrust he’d make into you. he’d love nothing more than to feel your nails digging into them as he fucks you there.

seunghan lets you win no matter what. you’re his baby, his angel, his sweet little princess who he kisses the ground she walks on. there’s no way he’s winning that fight because purely doesn’t want to, he wants to see how happy you get when you pin him down and beat him. but that doesn’t mean he lets you take control of him when he fucks you after. he’s similar to sungchan in the sense that he only grows hard when he feels you on top of him. once he sees you breathing heavily and feels your clothes cunt pressed against him then he’s sold. he’d need you as soon as possible and he knows you’re more than happy to give in to him. seunghan would want to keep you on top of him, simply opting for grabbing onto your hips and fucking up into you instead. watching as your tits bounce and your head falls back due to the please, eventually slowing you to collapse onto his chest as he lays down and continues fucking up into you until he’s releasing his cum into your cunt and feeling it drop down his cock.

sohee is a sweet boy and he really genuinely does want to win, but he doesn’t. he can’t help himself, he’s needy and he gets hard fast. he ends up hard the moment you straddle his lap and he makes it incredibly obviously by the way his cheeks flush and his lips part, breathing only getting heavier as time goes by. the play fighting would be forgotten about very quickly and it would be replaced by the two of you needing grinding against each other, your clothes still on as you grab at each other and whine for more friction. sohee has came in his pants one too many times for his liking but he can never stop it from happening and in that moment he absolutely would do it again.

anton .. i don’t know. anton, similar to wonbin, could go either way. it just depends on his mood. confident anton would 100% win. he’s so big and strong, he’d be able to over power you so easily and he’d love that. in fact, his strength kink is what would end up turning him on. the fact he can manhandle you so easily and keep you pinned down makes him feel dizzy. he’d love fucking you like that, sliding his hands up the back of your shirt as you down whilst he fucks you, keeping your lower half lifted so he can get deeper inside of you. he’d love fucking you in all these different positions just to fuel his strength kink even more. but, anton can be weak too. the moment he’s under you and he feels more submissive then it’s as if all of his strength is drained away from him. he lays there completely at your mercy, face flushed with his eyebrows furrowed, waiting for you to do something, anything. he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of you as you ride him, his eyes roaming every inch of your body, watching your tits bounce before watching the way your face contorts to the pleasure. he really is a wild card.

[alwaysmicado]

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2.9k | 18+ NSFW | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 4

Warnings: no outbreak AU, implied age gap, facesitting, unprotected p in v, creampie, pet names, Joel is the little spoon Summary: Joel is sick and your pussy's the best medicine. A/N: This one’s just cute! 🤍 After the next two parts or so, we’ll start to get into it for real. Fucking around is fun, but it doesn’t last forever, does it…

pt. 1 ・ pt. 2 ・ pt. 3 ・ series masterlist ・ AO3

You: How was the client? Joel: I stayed home, not feeling too well You: You need anything? Joel: Just you ;) You: I’ll be there in 30. Stay in bed! Joel: No no babe, it’s okay Missed Call Missed Call Missed Call Joel: You’re unbelievable

“Oh, come on,” you groan and lift the measuring cup towards Joel’s lips. “Why are you such a stubborn baby, huh? Just drink the fuck-”

You stop yourself when you see him raise an eyebrow, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his pale lips. He’s sitting in bed, his back supported by pillows, his head leaning against the wooden headboard panel.

Propping Joel up comfortably like this was a struggle in and of itself since this grown, successful man only sleeps with one, worn-out pillow he’s probably had since before you were born, so you also had to get two plumper ones from his couch to provide enough support for his poor back. What is it with him and refusing comfort? 

At least now you know what to get him for his birthday in September…

“Hmm, you love it,” he teases and puts his hand on your waist to pinch you lightly. 

“I would love it if you stopped fighting me and just took the damn NyQuil,” you counter and search his eyes. They’re heavy-lidded and glassy, revealing the exhaustion Joel’s been trying to fight all day.

You sigh and softly brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from his forehead. He’s running a fever and the cool, damp washcloth you put on his forehead to alleviate at least some of his evident discomfort only did so much. 

At this point, you really just need him to listen to you for once, take the damn medicine and, most importantly, lie down and give his body the rest it so desperately needs.

You look at the collection of bottles on the nightstand next to him and shake your head. Since you didn’t know what his symptoms were before you came, you stopped at a pharmacy on your way over and bought everything : DayQuil, NyQuil, a bottle of cough syrup, peppermint tea, a bunch of pain meds, Epsom salts with eucalyptus and essential oils, fresh produce to make a smoothie - hell, even a thermometer because you weren’t sure if he has one.

The only thing missing is the patient’s cooperation. 

“I appreciate your care, darlin’,” Joel murmurs, reaching for your hand to pepper your palm with soft kisses, “but I really don’t need any of that. I’m just a bit under the weather, that’s all.” 

“You’d rather die than admit you’re sick, huh,” you state with a tilted head and raised eyebrows. 

“Now that’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it,” he murmurs and nibbles on your arm. 

“Says the grown man who gagged from the tiniest sip of green smoothie,” you scoff. 

“Yeah, well, that shit was disgusting,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist so you’re straddling his lap. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

“You have a fever, Joel,” you sigh and cup his cheeks. “I’m worried, okay?” 

“About little old me?” He smiles and squeezes your hips. 

“Yeah,” you lean in to press soft kisses to his cheek. “And I need you to let me help you, so tell me what-”

“Sit on my face.” 

“Huh?” You sit back up and look into his eyes in surprise.  

“Take your slutty little pants off and sit on my face,” he repeats with a cocked eyebrow. 

“How is that-” 

“I’ll take the meds if you do,” he interrupts with a smirk, his eye crinkles giving away his genuine amusement at this genius suggestion.

You sigh deeply and look at the ceiling. How is this guy real? “And a whole smoothie,” you murmur as you get up. 

You push your shorts down together with your panties, let them fall to the floor, then climb back onto the bed to straddle Joel’s lap without the covers separating you this time. He looks at you hungrily, the fever completely forgotten as he sees and feels your naked cunt and thighs.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” he groans softly, his big hands on you immediately, gripping your ass and moving you up and down the length of his hardening cock. “Look at the mess you’re already making on me,” he murmurs, turned on by the wetness you’re spreading over his gray sweatpants. 

“You get off on caring for me, hm?” He taunts with a smug grin. 

“Oh, shut up,” you roll your eyes and capture his lips in a bruising kiss. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, as close as he possibly can, kissing you greedily. You writhe and wriggle on his lap, moaning into his mouth, your hands tangled in his hair.

He breaks the kiss to nibble and bite at the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks behind. You’re letting it slide this time, enjoying the tantalizing sensation of slight pain mixed with the soft touch of his lips and facial hair that’s causing your pussy to clench around nothing. 

You’re just going to have to wear a silk scarf or something to work.

“God, I wanna taste you so bad, baby,” Joel moans into the crook of your neck, his eyes closed. You bite your lip and hum as the friction of your movements on Joel’s pants stimulates your clit perfectly.

“You gonna be good if I let you?” You purr into his ear with a roll of your hips, eliciting a soft whimper from him. 

“You come all over my face, angel, and I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispers, his fingers digging into your sides. 

“Alright, baby,” you coo and lift your weight off his lap. “Lie down for me.”

Joel scoots down and lays his head on the pillows, looking at you intently with big eyes. You position yourself over his face, hold on to the bed’s headboard panel and lower your hips carefully. 

“Look so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles before hooking his arms over your thighs and pulling you further down. His warm breath and facial hair tickle you as he kisses your lips softly, then drags his nose through your wet folds, inhaling your mesmerizing scent and nudging your swollen clit before repeating the movement. 

You throw your head back and moan softly as he slides his tongue between your folds, lapping at your dripping hole and pushing in ever so slightly before circling your clit. Your fingers tangle in his dark curls as the vibrations of his deep groans intensify every movement of his lips and tongue.

“Fuck, you taste divine like always,” Joel breathes as he dips his tongue into your wet heat to lap up as much of you as he can. You look down and clench around his tongue when you see his blown pupils and frenzied look. His mouth moves at a relentless pace, making you squirm and tug on his curls harder. You’re so close already. 

When your moans get louder and Joel feels you grinding your pussy on his face harder to chase your imminent high, he can’t resist biting the marks already adorning your skin. 

“Ow, fuck!” You cry out in surprise at the sudden pain shooting through you. You hadn’t even noticed the purple bruises on your inner thighs when you showered and got dressed today.

Maybe it should concern you that your body hasn’t been without bruises for a few months now. But it doesn’t, if you’re being honest with yourself. You just weren’t planning on showing someone else’s marks off to Joel this time. You really weren’t. 

“Fun night?” Joel asks with a smirk before sucking on your swollen clit hard, keeping you in place with his hands splayed over your ass.

“Can’t complain,” you bite back back, or at least try to, since your voice devolves into a soft whine at Joel’s harsh treatment of your sensitive bundle of nerves. The deliciously painful feeling is almost enough to send you over the edge. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” you moan as he starts lapping at your dripping hole again, his nose rubbing against your clit with every stroke. “Feels so good, baby.” 

Joel groans with each lick to your puffy folds and throbbing clit, hooking his arms over your legs again and digging his fingers into your skin. “Please, Joel,” you whine, tugging on his hair harder. 

“Use my face, angel,” he pants breathlessly, completely drunk on your pussy. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever seen or tasted. “Take what you need from me.” 

He's bucking his hips, trying to get as much friction from his pants as possible, precum leaking out of this cock steadily. 

“I’m– oh fuck –I’m gonna come,” you moan, sliding your drenched pussy over Joel’s tongue and nose frantically. He hums blissfully, holding on to your thighs and watching your face as you arch your back and fall apart with a strangled moan. 

You come on his tongue, your hips stuttering and your whole body trembling from the intense orgasm. Joel groans as he eagerly drinks your cum and slowly licks you clean when he feels you come down again. You yelp and your hips jolt at the overstimulation when he sucks your pulsating clit into his mouth, savoring your taste. 

You lift your hips and look down at him, your chest heaving and a satisfied smile playing on your lips when you see his jaw and facial hair dripping with a mix of his saliva and your cum. He looks gorgeous like this. 

You swing your leg over Joel’s chest and lie down beside him. He turns to face you and gently traces your thigh with his warm hand, still breathing heavily. You scoot closer, so you’re flush with his body and place your bent leg between his. 

“Kiss me, Joel,” you purr as you nudge his wet nose with yours and caress his cheek with your palm. He gives you a smile before leaning in and capturing your swollen lips with his. You part your lips and allow his tongue to slip inside, feeding you your own cum. He grabs your ass to pull you closer against him, your bodies pressed together heatedly, both breathing heavily as you feel the thud of your combined heartbeat. Joel groans into your mouth softly as he rubs his throbbing cock against your hip, his hand traveling along your waist to your belly. You thrust your hips so your pussy rubs against his thigh on the bed, more than ready to come again. 

“So perfect,” Joel murmurs against your lips as he slides his hand under your shirt and palms your breast. He tweaks your hard nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you. He furrows his brow and looks into your eyes intently, his pupils even bigger than before. Every fiber of his fevered body is aching for you, to be close to you, to become one with you, to be yours.

You see something shift in his face, but can’t put your finger on what it is, so you don't say anything. 

“Can I fuck you?” He mumbles into your neck where he’s kissing and biting at you sloppily, his hand still massaging your breast and his cock screaming for release. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You breathe, your need for Joel to be alright still trumping your primal need to get off. You're an animal, not an asshole. 

“I’m more than okay, darlin’,” he reassures you with a tired smile.

“And you’re not gonna die on me halfway through?” 

“Don’t care,” he murmurs and takes your hand to press it against his erection. You rub up and down his length slowly as he slides his hand between your legs. You groan when he circles your sensitive clit a few times before sliding two of his fingers into your warm cunt. He pumps them in and out a few times before adding a third, the heel of his palm putting delicious pressure on your clit. 

“You want me to ride you, baby?” You pant, feeling your second orgasm build already. 

“Can we-,” Joel breathes, his cock throbbing, “can we just stay like this?”

“Of course,” you nod and help him pull down his sweatpants. He pulls his fingers out of you and wets his cock with your slick before removing his pants fully. “C’mere,” you coo as you draw him close to you and drape your leg over his hip. He strokes his length a few times before nudging your entrance with his pulsating tip and sliding in in one smooth thrust. He wraps his arm around you, splaying his hand on your back under your shirt, moaning into your hair when he bottoms out.

“Oh shit, you feel too good, baby,” he groans and holds on to your ass cheek to pull you toward him in unison with his frantic thrusts. “I– fuck –I ain’t gonna last long,” he pants. “You want me to fill you up?”

“Yeah,” you nod with a needy moan, your brow furrowed. Joel’s cock is hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing the muscles in your thighs and lower belly to tense and your climax to approach rapidly. 

“Tell me, baby,” he breathes, his cock massaging your inner walls with every snap of his hips. 

“I-I want you to come inside me, Joel,” you whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Please, please fill me up.” 

He can feel your walls tightening around him and your whole body tensing, so he tilts your head up by gripping the nape of your neck. “Look at me, baby,” he breathes and grinds his pelvis against your clit. It only takes a few more of his thrusts for the tension in your belly to snap with an intensity you’re never able to achieve on your own. Or with anyone else for that matter.

You come with his name on your lips, your walls spasming and contracting around his cock as you ride out your orgasm. Seeing and hearing and feeling you in such a state of ecstasy due to his touch pushes him over the edge, emptying himself deep inside of you with a breathless groan. He stays buried inside you as his cock pulses and your pussy swallows every last drop of his warm cum. 

You stay like that for a minute, limbs intertwined, skin hot and sweaty, breathing heavily, hearts pounding, looking at each other curiously. You slowly trace Joel’s eye crinkles with your fingertips, then gently run your fingers along his perfect nose before moving further down to gently touch the bare spot on his jaw where his facial hair never grows.

“What’re you doing,” he chuckles, drawing shapes on your ass and thigh with his fingertips. 

“Nothing,” you lie with a warm smile. “Just looking at the man who most definitely just gave me all of his germs and will most definitely come and clean my apartment when I’m lying in bed with a fever."

Joel rolls his eyes in mock offense and you giggle. “Told you to stay away when you showed up here,” he murmurs and slaps your ass playfully.     

“Oh, Joel,” you sigh, “you’ve come inside me so many times that our DNA is probably the same at this point.” You kiss his forehead. “I don’t care about a few germs if I get to ride your face and hear your cute little whimpers when you almost come in your pants like a teenager.”

Joel's cheeks flush with a mix of fever and embarrassment as he catches the hint of a grin on your face. “Stop it,” he grumbles, the corner of his lips twitching involuntarily. “You’re mean.” 

“And you’re impossible,” you chuckle, your hand reaching out gently to stroke his forehead and tousled hair in a soothing gesture. His eyelids flutter at your touch and a faint sigh escapes him, a small surrender to the tenderness you’re offering.

— “Thank you, darlin’,” Joel murmurs before setting down the glass on the nightstand and laying his head on the pillow mountain you’ve built for him. “I’m just gonna lie down for a bit.” 

“Alright, baby” you coo, walking over to your bag to retrieve your phone, then sitting on the bed beside him. You play a game for a few minutes, relaxing and monitoring Joel’s rhythmic breathing. He’s lying on his belly, his head turned away from you, his left knee pulled toward his chest. It’s the same exact pose you sleep in. 

In another life you might fall asleep like this together every night, two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, completing each other. You smile softly at the thought and reach out to stroke his back. 

“All your fault,” Joel grumbles into the pillows.

“Huh?” You ask, startled and confused. You thought he was fast asleep. 

“Haven’t seen you in over a week,” he mumbles. “Bad for my system.” 

You chuckle and plant a soft kiss on his temple. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Won’t happen again.”

“Just stay for a while,” he murmurs, his voice a mere whisper. You linger for a few seconds, studying his profile, before lying down behind him. He instinctively turns from his belly onto his side, so you can drape your arm over him.  

“You can sleep now, baby,” you whisper as you nestle against his back, molding your body to his contours, your warm breath ghosting the nape of his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Make me your god, I can give you everything~

Wuwa boys + hierophilia!! Plot: they worship dom!gn!reader as their god

Warning: hierophilia, blowjob (implied), hair pulling, clothes sniffing (implied), dacryphilia

Nini!rant: I hope I included all of them? Also I’ll not write for yuanwu cuz I have absolutely no clue what his character is like, and lingyang bc he looks and acts childish. Anyway, I’m not up to date with the game, so the character’s personalities might be a bit off :(

Aalto

- He’d be the puppy kind, a very smart himbo (?)

- a loyal follower of yours, believes you are a being above since you are so graceful and divine

- you could do no wrong, and he’d believe your every word, he’s bound to your voice

- obeys everything like a good servant, even though he’d be a bit cheeky just for the sake of it

- he likes doing stuff that involves personal stuff of yours, like doing the laundry, cleaning your chambers

- should you trust him with your stuff? Well he definitely won’t steal it but maybe sometime else?

- “want me to do this? Oh, lord…! Well, anything for my deity~”

- could be a little demanding at times, begging and asking for a reward if he did something well (or thinks he did)

- “god, please give me some of your blessings?”

- overall a fun good boy

Chalcharo

- he is loyal, like really loyal, and faithful

- so loyal that it gets annoying at times, always wanting the best for you

- would have a hunch of overprotectiveness too, thinking he did well taking care of the dirty work for you

- in other words instead of waiting for a command, doing things by his own initiative

- he likes staying by your side and protecting you, if there’s not much to do he’d stare at you, thinking he’s sneaky when he isn’t

- wouldn’t voice it but wants you to praise him and show him your full attention afterwards

- tell him he’s a good boy and your most trusted follower and he’d be seeing the gates of paradise

- if he didn’t actually help he wouldn’t know and still expect that, so it’s up to you whether to punish him or not

- if you allowed him to, he’d love to lay his head on your lap or straddle you (he’d never admit)

- “I worship you, my lord, the dearest, please let me be useful to you.”

Jiyan

- pretty similar to chalcharo? BUT more shy, he blushes so sweetly whenever you compliment him, or touch him

- he’d flinch all surprised and embarrassed too

- a veeeery good boy, sometimes does things by himself but mostly waits for your order

- since he’s so cute, he’s very fun to tease, leading to him being red faced all the time

- but he doesn’t mind, he liked the feeling to being loved by you, a divine presence, to shower in your attention (who doesn’t?)

- headcanon that he’d enjoy taking care of the flowers around the house/ church/ wherever this is taking place

- you think he looks very cute a tad messy and sweaty after tending to the garden

- you once stroked his hair while whispering something about wanting a drink, so he suddenly got up to get you one

- but bc you were still holding his hair you accidentally yanked on it

- it felt so good he moaned, “ah-ahhnnggg~” now he has dirty fantasies about it almost every night

Mortefi

- take jiyans embarrassment and multiply it by three, that’s how he feels when he’s showing his devotion to you

- not because he thinks the act itself is humiliating, but that he’s not doing enough

- nevertheless doesn’t want to trouble you, since that’d be beyond him, so he always brushes it off

- he’s content with reading the holy books and scrolls in your presence, and knowing you gift him with the occasional glances

- sometimes he gets so engulfed in reading you really just want to tease fuck him from behind

- if you did do it… he’s so honoured..! And so, so lucky! But he wouldn’t be able to look you in the eyes for a while

- wants to do so much more but again, wouldn’t tell, you’ll need to reach out to him

- it’s your judgement whether or not he deserved your care, he will try to gain it, but not expect it

- would deny wanting anything physical at first, but melt the moment you touch him, even if it’s through gloves

- “f-forgive me lord, for being greedy.”

Rover

- sweetest and most diligent follower ever

- way more bold and direct than the others, would seek you out when he wants your attention

- and that’s like, always, so expect him to be clingy

- mostly quiet, just gently appreciating you caressing him in any way

- he liked putting his head on your lap the most, second only to more intimate stuff

- a little like a lap dog? His duty is to entertain you, if they are all members of some church for example he’d be a rookie

- anyone would be jealous that a newcomer gets to spend so much time with you…! And he’s so smug about it too

- smiles a lot! Really warms you up! Makes you want to make him cry as well-

- seeing that soft and tender face of his twisted into a writhing one as he cries out, “m-more!! Don’t s-stop.. my lord” must be pretty great

Scar

- so bold it’s unreal, he’d barge into your room whenever which would be seen as disrespectful but he’d also get on his knees immediately and pray to you

- beg you for your affection, he’s soooo needy with his god

- also definitely tries to seduce you, and if he was doing that with anyone else he would have been kicked out

- you seemed to find it fun so that’s why he kept his position

- many think you are too lenient with him, and too benevolent considering how cheeky he is

- demanding attention, skipping chores to wag his tail around you, touching you all comfortably as if you allowed him so

- it’s like he’s trying to get laid by his deity

- the only one who’d be daring enough to be sarcastic with you, and bratty

- just fuck him stupid maybe then he’d learn how to behave

- “ah, hnNghh~ l-lord, so rough..! GentleEEeeeKKK!!”

Geshu lin

- actually the only one who’s somewhat on equal standing with you? Or rather, he acts normal with you in comparison to the others

- converses with you, plays traditional games, many would agree that he seems a bit like your right hand man

- but to you? You see him as just as desperate as the others

- there’s no way to hide those eyes full of worship and yearning, and admiration

- gets so jealous when you spend too much time with the others, he’s the worst one, and it shows in his actions

- cuz then he’d be more demanding, louder too

- wouldn’t expect you to touch him or anything, and thinks it’s too disrespectful to touch you without asking, so he’d be shameless enough to straight up ask

- even if it’s some lewd places, places that are otherwise forbidden to these loyal pups of yours

- he still has his needs after all, whenever he first sees you he’d get on his knees and give you his greetings

- “good morning my lord, may I use my mouth to express my love and adoration?”

[dawn-moths]

Hello how are you can I request Ronald with at frist shy looking and inocennt s/o,but she is actually really nasty and freaky and like some smut in there to i would be most thankfull i love your blog,lots of love😘😘

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Ronald Knox x Female Reader

word count: 4,000+

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, reader is described as being/dressing feminine, reader is called “good girl, baby” and referred to as "princess", the nickname “daddy” is used for Ron, sub/dom dynamics, size difference, finger sucking, reader is carried, minimal prep, masochist reader, rough sex, biting, choking, hair pulling, nipple play, cock warming, aftercare.

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It always starts this way, it seems.

What begins as otherwise harmless kissing quickly evolves into something much more explicit. Much more obscene.

Because, just before things start to get a little more heated, you find yourself straddling Ron’s lap, your mouth hovering over his as you both breathe in each other’s air, panting like dogs left out in the afternoon heat.

You, his precious baby with the face of an angel and the mind of a little devil only he’s allowed to know.

You, his own personal little porn star.

And you’re shameless. Eager. So enticing that it takes every ounce of will he has not to just hook his thumbs into the waistband of those pretty lace panties he knows you love to wear and tear them to shreds, to push you back and pin you down to the couch and fuck you until there’s tears in your eyes and your voice has gone raspy and raw from all the sounds of pleasure he’s forced from your throat.

You, his shy little sex kitten, always teasing him in those skirts that are just a little too short, those necklines that are just a little too low, your body’s soft curves the kind that the ancient Greeks used to sculpt statues of, chipping away at cold marble until a woman was found somewhere among the jagged rock. Reverent. Ethereal. Sacred.

Only for him.

Only, you do feel a little bit of shame, if you were being completely honest with yourself. It makes itself known in the way your cheeks heat, in the way your blood goes icy-hot with embarrassment at how you must look like this. How debauched and needy and on your way to no doubt becoming a complete and utter mess by the time this session is over.

But that’s the thing about you.

The more shy you acted now, the more desperate and dirty you’d be for him later.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Ron asked with one of those soft, charming grins spreading across his spit-shined lips, his voice low and soothing. He gently gripped your chin between his fingers and turned your face, which you’d momentarily tried to hide by nuzzling it into your shoulder, back up towards him, coaxing your nervous gaze to follow. “What is it?” he further questioned, though with a lilt of an amused chuckle laced into his hushed tone. “Things movin’ a little too fast for ya?”

In response, all you could manage was a squeak and another attempt to retreat and hide your shy little expressions from him again, but he was faster that time and caught you before you could really escape. When his smile refused to falter you knew he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

“No, no, no,” he said, tone woven with mischievous mirth. “Don’t hide…” Then, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, his lips nearly brushing the shell of it as his warm breath wafted against your neck, he murmured, “Seeing you get all flustered is one of my favorite parts…”

Ron knew that your whole sweet-and-innocent act was merely a mask to cover what you both knew was really true about you. And that was the undeniable fact that you were quite the little masochist. You liked it when he got rough with you. Left you a trembling mess by the end of the night after covering you in the shape of his bite and several shades of bruises from the press of his fingertips.

But, even so, it wasn’t like that shyer side of you was entirely fake, either.

Your innocence, whether it was surface level or not, was one of the things that had drawn Ron towards you in the first place, after all. Because who didn’t love a girl who seemed like a little darling on the outside only to discover what a little devil she was hiding underneath all those coy smiles and cute little dresses and lacy lingerie.

Your tender sweetness also happened to pair well with Ron’s proclivity to tease.

“Don’t be mean…” you whined, the corners of your mouth pulling down into one of those adorable little pouts Ron loved to be the cause of.

At this, Ron merely let out another one of those low, borderline sinister chuckles under his breath. He placed both his hands on your hips, readjusted your position over his lap to spread your thighs a little further, pulling where you were no doubt becoming more sensitive and needy down to brush against where his own arousal was growing from under his trousers.

Upon feeling him rubbing against your core you couldn’t help but let out a helpless little whimper, the first flare of impatient need coming to life inside of you.

“Y’know…” Ron reminded you, reveling in every little wiggle or squirm he felt wrack through your body as he pressed you even closer against him, “if you just tell Daddy what you want, it’ll be a whole lot easier for him to give it to you…”

You were shy…

Until you weren’t.

“I want…” you began, voice a shaky little plea. “I want your fingers in my mouth, Daddy…”

The request came out as more whisper than words, your head feeling dizzy from the rush of blood that raced upward to burn from your chest to the tips of your ears even hotter than before, the embarrassment almost enough to cancel out your eagerness, though not quite.

“Oh yeah?” Ron taunted, a slight growl to his voice now as he felt his own desires threaten to spill over the edge, the arousal welling to the brim within him from the thought of it alone. “Well then…” He pressed the pad of his thumb to the plush of your lower lip, gently pulling down to coax your sweet little mouth open wider for him. “Guess I have no choice but to deliver on what my baby needs…”

Slipping one of his long, slender fingers along the slick warmth of your tongue, then two, feeling you sucking the digits down further until they disappeared all the way up to the seam of his palm, your throat bobbing as the tips of his fingers brushed against the back of your gag reflex, Ron couldn’t help but gulp as well, trying to keep his composure the best he could.

“God, baby…” he sighed, as if in prayer. You curled your tongue around him, coating his fingers further in your thick saliva, at which point Ron slowly pulled them free, dragging them flat across your tongue and shuddering at the thought of how your mouth would feel encasing other parts of his body, before wiping some of your spit across your kiss-swollen lips.

The more disheveled or dirty you became, the more beautiful Ron thought you were.

“Daddy…?” you asked, that syrupy shyness drizzled back over the word like you were still his innocent little angel causing his cock to twitch in his pants. You didn’t miss the way he was beginning to shift and squirm as well, likely just as impatient as you now, if not more so. “Do you wanna…?” You glanced over your shoulder at where the bedroom door was open just a crack, as if trying to tempt you with the promise of what lay inside.

Ron followed your line of sight, glancing back to you when you turned to meet his emerald gaze again. A smirk fissured across his boyishly handsome features, his own little demon stirring back to life.

He nudged your nose with his, hummed out a melodic note of affirmation, and then, the next thing you knew, he was hoisting you up to carry you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his big palms cushioned the backs of your soft thighs, the silky flesh spilling between his strong grip.

He nudged open the door with his foot before swinging it closed in the same manner, not wasting a second before he had you lying back on the bed, pinned beneath him like a rare butterfly he’d worked hard to collect and had no intention of letting go.

Grabbing up both your wrists in one of his fists, Ron used his free hand to begin pushing your skirt up around your waist, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and rising a wave of chills over you, taking a moment to knead you there as you gently writhed under his hold, trying to squeeze your legs together to create even just a little bit of friction for yourself. But Ron recognized instantly what you were trying to do and coaxed your legs back apart, wanting to be the one to get you worked up himself.

You knew your panties must be soaked by now, the expensive lace likely ruined just from his teasing alone, but it wasn’t until he slipped two of his lithe fingers in through the side to glide through your delicate, drenched folds that you truly realized just what a mess you really were.

Ron let out an amused, prideful breath of a laugh. “So wet for me…” he half praised, half teased, applying pressure to your throbbing clit, making a gasp and one of those delectable little whines escape from your throat. “Just like that…” he said, rubbing skillful circles against the tender, swollen little bud. “So good for me,” he cood. “Always such a good girl…”

He let go of your wrists to use both hands to begin removing the ruined lace from you, encouraging you to help him in discarding it along with your skirt, and once you were left bare below the waist for him, Ron took a moment to admire you like that, all spread and vulnerable for his eyes only.

“So beautiful, baby…” he sighed, entranced. “You’re perfect…”

Ron thought you had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, all pink and glistening like the dewy petals of a rose, but he knew that the sight of it was nothing compared to how it felt squeezing around his cock. It was a sensation he was addicted to. Just the mere memory of your most recent time together was enough to make him feel like he could lose all control, becoming more desperate to satisfy his desire by the minute.

Lucky for him though, he knew you liked it rough, so if he didn’t take the full time needed to prep you, you wouldn’t necessarily hold it against him.

You both were still half clothed, and the humidity of the room and the body heat being exchanged between you two was near stifling. You needed the rest of your clothes off soon or else you’d become so hot and frazzled you’d hardly be able to think. Not that you needed to when in Ron’s hands. He already knew what you wanted, what you liked, though, lucky for you, he also wanted the rest of your clothing off.

“Arms up,” Ron told you, already gathering the hem of your top in his hands, halfway to tugging it up your chest, eyes unable to help but catch on the sight of the pretty matching bra that currently cradled your breasts. You obeyed without hesitation and soon found yourself fully exposed, the room now feeling a few degrees cooler.

Ron began hastily unbuckling his belt, the strain of his erection having grown painful with how hard it was trying to free itself from his trousers. He quickly discarded the remainder of his clothing, biting back a groan as he took his pulsing length in his hand, though couldn’t stop the punched out, “Fuck—” that escaped his lips when he slid it between the silky petals of your dewy folds, gathering more of your slick before lining himself up with your tight little entrance.

You wanted him to take his time, allow you to feel every vein and ridge of him, but for as much as Ron usually indulged you, it seemed that tonight time was going to have to wait.

“Now be a good girl for me,” he instructed, already sounding halfway to being out of breath, “and hold still for Daddy—”

With his hands gripping your hips hard enough for bruises to bloom beneath his fingers and one quick, harsh thrust, Ron buried himself down to the hilt inside of you. You let out a broken cry, head thrown back and neck craning as you felt yourself suddenly split by the familiar aching pleasure his cock provided.

And it hurt.

It hurt so much.

But you fucking loved it.

“That’s it, baby…” Ron panted, hunching over you while you both took a moment to adjust to each other’s bodies. “Good girl… Always so good at taking my cock…”

He was peppering chaste little kisses along your temple and jaw, a feeble attempt to distract you from the stringing stretch he’d just forced your body to endure as well as an apology for the soreness he knew you’d feel tomorrow because of it, a thin sheen of sweat already beginning to break out over the both of you.

But soon, all you could focus on was the slow drip of euphoria that was on its way to taking over your brain, some of the pain numbing as it gave way to pleasure.

When Ron first began moving, it was slow and rhythmic, all prior rush gone from his intentions. But the more your cunt clenched around him, the more erratic he seemed to become, hips stuttering in their motions as he struggled to keep a consistent rhythm. And by the time you were whimpering out a pathetic little, “Choke me,” well…

Ron just about lost it.

One hand rested over the delicate curve of your throat, Ron wanting to feel the hammering of your pulse for a moment before he cut off your air supply. Your eyes glittered up at him through the low light, so much love and trust and dangerous desire all wrapped up in your gaze. He held you in suspense for a moment, waiting until the frantic rise and fall of your chest slowed to something much steadier and controlled. Then, after you took your next inhale, his grip tightened, squeezing around your neck and making your eyes roll when you realized, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t breathe.

Not unless he allowed you to.

Ron kept careful count of the time going by though, knowing your limits, having committed them to memory, and when you first gave his wrist a tap he knew you were backing out prematurely. When he refused your first request, he felt your pussy flutter around him, the adrenaline on the verge of surging through you and breaking away into panic. Your vision started to blur and you tapped again, and that time, Ron obliged.

You sucked in a gasp of air, panting in shorter, more panicked breaths for a moment while his hand still rested over your throat as he admired you like that.

He’d ruin you and you’d gladly let him.

But something then seemed to occur to him as his fingers traced down to the line of your collarbones and the supple flesh of your breasts.

Those perked little nipples of yours were looking awfully neglected. And what kind of boyfriend would Ron be if he let that stand?

You let out a squeak when his mouth found the first pebbled bud, being gentle at first, teasing you with his lips and tongue until you were arching your back to push further into the wet warmth of his mouth. Ron had to hold your hips down as you began to squirm, wanting to feel every little shiver, tremble, and twitch your body made as he granted you more pleasure, each reaction felt as your cunt massaged his girth to varying degrees.

As his mouth tended to one side, his fingers took care of the other, only switching when he felt like your reactions became less intense. You were so sensitive everywhere he touched you, it seemed, so delicate to his ministrations, he could play you like a harp. And, in return, you’d make the most beautiful, melodic music for him as his fingers pulled at your strings, your moans the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.

But once your stomach started clenching in rapid succession, Ron knew he had to take a short intermission on this song you two were composing together. Just long enough to ensure you made it through to the encore, at least.

Lifting one of your legs, Ron threw it over one of his freckled shoulders to spread you even wider for him, sinking in so deep you swore you could feel him in your tummy, the mere implication making another rolling wave of arousal course through you and causing Ron to breathe out another one of those helpless, stuttering curses. His muscles clench as he rolls his hips in to meet yours, back to being slow and controlled.

But you needed more.

You needed it rougher.

“Harder…” you pleaded, breathless and wanting. 

Ron readjusted the both of you, once again taking your wrists in his grip and pinning them both beside your head, something to anchor you down for what came next, but you coaxed him to let you lock your fingers with his. It feels more intimate his way, and already knowing how rough he can get when you ask for it you feel better knowing that this simple act of handholding will help to balance out the consequences of his strength.

Ron starts to pick up speed, each time pulling almost all the way out before spearing his cock back into you, likely hard enough to ensure he was going to have to take care of you all day tomorrow, his poor little baby too sore and raw to even get out of bed on her own. 

But that’s ok.

That’s what he’s here for, after all.

His glasses begin to fog and his breathing is reduced to shallow panting, the shimmering veil of sweat that covers you both thickening under the growing humidity emanating from your bodies.

When the next request to roll off your tongue is a slurred whine of, “Bite me, Daddy…” Ron doesn’t hesitate that time. He lets go of your wrists, leans down and sinks his teeth into the tender spot between your neck and shoulder, letting out a desperate whine of his own when you followed up with a pained, shuddering exhale of, “Harder​​—”

You let out a yelp as you thrash beneath him, Ron increasing the pressure until the skin breaks and he tastes blood. But he doesn’t let go. Not yet. Because your trembling little hands have formed tight fists in his strawberry blonde locks, pulling so hard at the roots that his scalp prickles with sharp, staticky pain. Just when it was becoming too much, you yanked his head back hard enough that he takes the cue to unlatch his bite from your flesh, pink-tinted strands of saliva keeping his mouth connected to the new wound he’s gifted you for a moment before he created enough distance to have them break.

You were both panting and shaking, like two animals on the verge of death, and when he saw the vicious red indents carved out in the shape of his mouth, saw the blood that was trying to well in the deepest parts of the injury where his incisors had pierced straight through, Ron felt a small sense of dread for a moment. Because, as much as this has become to be expected between the two of you sometimes, he couldn’t help but fear he might go too far. That he might hurt you for real, in a way you wouldn’t get some sick sense of pleasure from, and that you’d stare up at him with fear instead of love.

But, looking down at you now, all he can seem to find as he searches your gaze is that beautiful, tender adoration that he’s pretty sure he would die without at this point.

But now it was time to finish this.

You were both close to the edge.

Ron preferred when you fell together.

Once again, his motions become rhythmic and savoring, ever the master of the push and pull between control and carnality, though kept up the speed needed to match each other’s oncoming orgasms.

He’d come to know your body so well, how it reacted and responded to his, that the moment he felt your stomach return to its rapid fluttering, like a little bird taking flight, legs tensing as your cunt constricted around his cock harder than before, he knew you were mere seconds away from coming undone. After three more thrusts, he’s right there with you, spilling his balmy warmth into your tight wet heat as you gush your glistening arousal all over his cock, both of you making a mess of each other in tandem before all that heady tension begins to slowly bleed away, leaving the both of you to fall slack and satisfied, the air heavy with the scent of your unrestricted love.

But Ron doesn’t pull out just yet. He likes to feel the aftershocks, the way your pussy flutters weakly around him as he goes soft, both of your combined juices drooling out of your abused little hole and staining the bedsheets below while your bodies are still one.

Once some of his senses returned to him, Ron carefully pulled out, bringing a trail of cum along with his blushing cock, and scooped you up in his arms so you could lay draped across his damp chest, his hair a tangled, tousled mess and his glasses smudged, yet something about him being disheveled like that only added to his charm.

He liked to let you doze off, if you wanted to, gently stroking your arm or your back or your hip with one hand while your eyelids became increasingly heavier until they had no choice but to fall closed, allowing him to tend to you once you’d fallen asleep. But when his fingers lightly traced along your shoulder and you winced, sucking in a small, sharp hiss, Ron remembered the mark he left there, the blood having rusted over to glaze the wound closed, but only just barely. Now that some of the adrenaline had worn off, he knew you must feel the sting, all the cuts and bruises he’s caused you flaring back to life and pulsing with the aftermath of the pain.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he whispers to you as he carefully shifts you over to lay your heavy head on the pillow, venturing into the bathroom to gather all the things he needs to help nurse some of those wounds born from the heat of the moment.

You wait patiently for him to return, blinking open half-lidded eyes to gaze up at him as he reclaimed his seat on the edge of the bed. He praises you as he cleans the bite, tells you what a good girl you were for him, how brave you are when he dabs some disinfectant on the imprint of his teeth and you barely even whimper at the sting of the salve. He looks over your neck, the bruises darkening, and asks you if it still hurts. You shake your head, say you can barely even feel that one, and he hums out a note that alludes to being pleased, but also hints at something secretly prideful as well.

Because who would’ve been able to guess what a high tolerance for pain his perfect little princess hid so skillfully from those around her, a dirty, sinful little secret concealed beneath cute, flouncy little outfits and pretty hair and glossy lips.

But, the best part, it was a tolerance only Ron got to test.

A standard he got to help create.

“I know it hurts, baby…” Ron murmurs as he carefully cleans your sore little hole with a warm washcloth, gently dragging it through your folds to collect all the cum that’s begun to glaze over your skin and harden into salty crystals. “But you’re being so good. Almost done…”

Once he’d dressed you in one of his oversized t-shirts and placed a goodnight kiss to your forehead, Ron tucked you in under a clean blanket and returned to the bathroom to take care of his own mess. He tried to make it quick, knowing there’s a good chance you’d already be asleep before he’s able to curl up next to you, but when he returns and you’re still awake, he can’t help but give you another one of those soft smiles.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” he kindly reminded you, though he’s glad you did.

When his chest is pressed to your back, his warm arms wrapped around your middle, you unexpectedly shift to turn and face him. He considered you with a slightly puzzled glance, but then you were leaning forward to press your lips to his, your tongue teasing at one corner of his mouth before pulling back.

“There was a little blood,” you told him, those adorable doe-eyes of yours that could just about hypnotize him glittering in the dark, “but I got it…”

Ron sighed out a tired chuckle through his nose as he tugged you in closer to his chest, letting you get comfortable as you found the right angle to intertwine your legs.

“Night, baby,” he cooed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too…” you replied, already sounding halfway to a dream.

And, as if he ever needed a reminder, Ron falls asleep feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Lucky, because he’s the only one in the entire world who gets to call you his.

[bvckleyydiaz]

have a seat - aaron hotchner

title: have a seat

summary: you convince aaron not to shave his beard just yet.

pairing: aaron hotchner x afab!reader

word count: 901

warning(s): smut (mdni), oral (f receiving), reader praising aaron, and a bit of hairpulling

a/n: you can all blame @montyfandomlove for this. it's their fault.

a/n 2: also, i am extremely out of practice when it comes to writing smut. so please forgive me.

“Honey, I’m thinking about shaving my beard,” Aaron says as he stands in front of the bathroom mirror.

You lean your body forward to look at him through the open bathroom door. “Aaron, I swear to God, you’ll be sleeping on the couch if you shave.”

He pads out of the bathroom with a smile. “Oh, you’re a fan of the beard?”

You nod. “Absolutely. Very much a fan of the beard.” You climb out of bed and wrap your arms around his neck, and his hands find purchase on your hips. “In fact, it makes you look like a sexy lumberjack.”

He chuckles and moves to go back to the bathroom. “Definitely shaving, then. Got it.”

You pull him back to you and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m serious, Aaron. I think you look unbelievably sexy with your beard. Please don’t shave.”

Smirking down at you, he pulls your chest flush with his. “Yeah? What my baby wants, my baby gets.”

“All I thought about while we were away on this case was how much I wanted to take you somewhere private and fuck your brains out,” you whisper, stroking his jaw with you your finger. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how this beard would feel on my skin, between my legs.”

You let out a loud, shrieking laugh when you are suddenly lifted into the air only to be dropped down onto the mattress. “Aaron!” He shifts his body to lie down, his head supported by the pillows. “What are you doing?”

“Sit on my face,” he tells you.

You blink, thinking that you misheard him. “What?”

“I said,” he emphasizes as he pulls you close enough to him that you’re practically sitting on his lap, “sit on my face.”

“Now?” You bite your lip in a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. “We’ve never tried that before.”

“No time like the present.” He grins and smacks your ass lightly. “Get up here, baby.”

You rid yourself of your sleep shorts and your underwear, and you crawl up Aaron’s body to straddle his shoulders. “Hi,” you giggle.

He wraps his arms around your thighs and places a kiss on each of them. “Hi,” he smiles at you. “You ready?”

You nod. He lets you lean forward enough to where your bare pussy is hovering over his face. “Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty. And so wet for me, too.”

“Please, Aaron,” you whimper. “Don’t tease.”

You feel him chuckle against your lips. "Okay, sweetheart. I'll play nice."

Aaron being so close to the most sensitive part of your body is dizzying. His hot breath brushed against the outsides of your wet lips, and you couldn’t help but let out a moan. He hadn’t even done anything to you, and you were already falling apart. You cry out when Aaron tightens his grip around your thighs and pulls you onto his mouth.

“Fuck!” One of your hands reaches out to grab onto the headboard to steady yourself while the other one buries itself into Aaron’s hair. “Fuck, Aaron, you make me feel so good…” 

The praise seems to spur him on as he flicks his tongue against your clit and tracing the tip of his tongue against it. There is nothing timid about what this man was doing; he knows what he’s doing. He knows exactly what to do to make a wet, whimpering mess.

“Aaron, please… Fuck me so good…” The only answer he gives is a firm suck to your clit, so you assume he heard your breathy pleas loud and clear. He pulls you impossibly closer to his mouth. “Baby, you’re going to suffocate if you pull me any closer.”

He leans away from your cunt enough to respond with, “Then, I’ll die a happy man.”

He grips your thighs hard, his fingertips pressing into the meat of them. The thought of Aaron gripping you tight enough to leave marks sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, and you feel some of your slick drip into Aaron’s mouth. He groans and sucks your clit harshly as a thank you.

“Fuck, Aaron! Shit,” the hand in his hair tightens around the strands, and you buck your hips against his mouth. 

“If you keep this up, I’ll cum,” you laugh, breathy and light. Aaron does not stop at your warning or even slow down at your warning. In fact, he speeds up the flicking of your clit against his tongue, and he even reaches up to tweak your nipples. “Mm! Christ, Aaron… Yeah, do that again.” He does as you ask, this time pulling and twisting them between his fingers. It makes you see stars. “Oh, fuck yes! Aaron, I’m close, I’m close. I’m going to cum, Aaron, fuck…”

With one last firm suck to your clit and twist of your nipples, you came. You came so hard that you thought you were going to pass out. “Fuck…” He gives your clit little kisses and caresses your thighs as you come down from the height of your orgasm. Once you were sure you weren’t going to black out, you climb off of him. Your wetness shines against his lips and chin, soaking his beard.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” you pant.

He presses a wet kiss to your lips, the tang of your cum seeping into your lips. “Oh, absolutely,” he says when he pulls away.

[kelloggsenthusiast]

please could you do a carlos alcaraz smut where he brings you to meet his parents and you have a good evening and after he rewards you with sex?

Permanent fixture

Post Cincinnati masters innit

cw: Trash Spanish translations (thank you Duolingo), smut, breeding kink, p in v, hella teasing, dirty talk (it's Carlos alca-rizz pls). Minors dni.

You had met Carlos' family before. That in itself wasn't new. The difference was that tonight you had gone to dinner with all of them, whereas you had only properly interacted with his mum or younger brothers during the time you used to play tennis yourself.

The dinner had gone objectively well, with your boyfriend holding you hand under the table every time he sensed that you were even slightly uncomfortable. That little gesture made your heart melt for him more.

By the end of the night, you were feeling more comfortable seated between Carlos and his older brother, chatting animatedly with his family comfortably.

Back at your hotel, as he watched you brush your hair and get ready for bed, Your boyfriend couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to make you a permanent part of his family. He thought about getting a beach house with you in the south of Spain, with some beach in your backyard. He thought of a dog or three that you would pick. Most importantly, he thought about you being pregnant, your tummy round with his children and him taking care of you.

"a penny for your thoughts, guapo?" she you ask as you turn in your seat to look at him.

"ven aqui," he says, tapping his lap for you to go sit, which you dont hesitate to do

you straddle him and he wraps his arms around your waist, making you comfortable in his lap.

"i was just thinking about how good you looked tonight with my family, and my younger siblings. it made me want to start one with you," he said as his hands go under the oversized Duran Duran t-shirt you were wearing. his warm touch made your stomach turn sweetly. you looked into his soft brown eyes and found sincerity in them, one that you had not been expecting to find.

"do you want me to give you children, mi amor?" he asks ans he lightly juts his hips into yours. you knew what he wanted. you had wanted it too. all night in fact

"yes, carlos," you say breathlessly

his hand comes to the back of your neck as he presses a sweet kiss to you lips. your hips begin to rub against his, making his grip on your waist tighter. you moan into his mouth as his tingue tastes you and his hands run down your body to the hem of your shirt

he reaches under your tee shirt to try and get you out of the cloth and pulls away fromthe kiss to lift it over your head. he looks at you, bereft of clothing exept for your barely covering it underwear.

his hand lifts to toy with your nipples, gently tugging and squeezing the engorged bud. you like.it so much that it makes you bdy arch towards him. his mouthr cobers your other nipple, nibbling and licking and sucking on the taunt flesh. making you hotter. making you weter. making you cry out his name.

"fuck, thats the prettiest sound ive ever heard in my life mi amor," be cooed as he played with your breasts. you began to grind against him with more fevor, making him groan against your chest

"more, please more," you whimper helplessly, desperately trying to get him where you needed him the most, and its like your prayers were answered because he immediately detached from your chest and went to kiss a spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad, all while his hamds made their way down to the hem of your thong. his fingers hooked the silky fabric and began to try and himmy it down your legs. when he realised that this was taking him nowhere, he decided to rip the fabric clean off, making you gasp

unable to hold himself back anymore, he flips the both of you overand kneels at the foot of the bed, pulling you towards him and making himself level with your glistening pussy

"carajo, muñeca. eres tan perfecta," he says before sucking on your hard nub, dragging his tongue against your bundle of nerves.

>"oh my god, carlos,"you moan out as you drag your fingers through him soft dark curls. he looks up at you as he continues his ministrations. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flustered and delirious. the total opposite of yourusual composed and calculated self. he loved hearing you beg and scream and moan. he especially loved that he was the onewho did that to you.

you began to grind your hips against his face, despereately searching for more friction until his hands squeezed your thighs, holding them in place. one of his hnds went between your legs to collect some of your wetness on his fingers. need to keep you wet as i can he thinks to himselfas he curls his fingers up inside of you, making your hips stutter. it was driving you mad, how close you were

"come on, bebé, you can do it," he encouraged as he thrusts hisstill curled fingers in and out of you. with a strangled cry and a shuddering body, you came all over his fingers and face. he fingered you through it, whispering to you how good you were for him and how it turned him on to see you like that, at his mercy

he pulled away to undress himself as you came down, but you still watched his every movement.

it never got old to you

oncwe he was fully unclothed, he ran his fingers over your wetness, collecting some of it and using it to stroke himself. he looked so painflly hard and ready. it made you wet all over again, seeing him do that.

he ran the leaking head of his cock obver your slit, ccoating t with his warm precum. it made you let ouf the neediest , most pathetic whimper ever. god, you were so embarrased by it that you bit your lip.

"dont do that, hermosa," he chide as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips."i want to hear all the pretty sounds you make."

his words made yoyr head light, or maybe it was the head of his cock slowly entering your tight pussy. whatever it was, you were enjoying it

"ah, fuck," he groans as he grabs the sheets with his fist. you moaned as well, grabbing his biceps for purchase as he slowly bottomed out in you

"i love you," he whispers as he enters you completely. the sincerity of his voice makes tears spring into your eyes

"i love you," you respond as he begins to slowly thrust into you

his strokes were slow and gentle at first, making you get used to the stretch and intrusion, making you relax so hecould give you what you wanted. your hips began to move against his, meeting his thrusts

"tan bonita, tan preciosa, todos para mi," he groans as he picks up speed, rutting into you with purpose.

your breathing got shallower the closer he brought you to your orgasm. you felt so in love inthat moment as you stared up at him with rose tinted irises. you clech around him as you come for the second time. he continues to thrust into you, this time flicking your clit with his thum. the overstimulation makes you clench and jerk uncontrollably as you cry out his name.

"asi, mi amor, you can do it again.you can give me one more," he groans as his th rusts pick up more speed

"i- i- "you choke out. you feel him getting to you, his fingers on your clit, his thrusts against that ribbed spot inside you, his cock twitching with every thrust

"i cant," you cry out as you feel him get closer and bringing you along with him.

"you can mi amor. you can do it," he grunts. "come on, just one more. i know you can."

your breath catches as you feel your third orgasm wash over you, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. your body trembles and yoir pussy clenches, making carlos release his large hot load in you with a groan. you stare up at him as you try to regain your breath.

"i love you, he rasped as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"i love you," you respond , holding him close

[lavendermunson]

state of grace | steve harrington x fem!reader

+18 nsfw. steve calls reader kitten, hickey session sorta, thigh riding, fingering, needy reader. no mention of pronouns, reader has a vagina. no use of y/n.

“Slow down, kitten” He whispers in your ear , your legs are straddling his waist, sitting on his lap with his face buried in your neck giving you kisses and bites all over your delicate skin.

“The yearbook club is going to kill me if i show up for picture day like this”

“Can you please not mention school while we are…”

“I will have to put a lot of concealer on”

“Baby just leave it, let anyone know who you belong to” his calloused fingers hide under the soft fabric of your shirt, he squeezes your breasts as you begin to grind over his leg.

“If i’m showing up like this then you too” you start nibbling on his skin, trying to leave a decent purple mark.

Your kisses go down to his collarbone, where you start to lick his skin like a kitty referencing the pet name he gave you.

“You are so fucking needy my little kitty, i can feel my thigh getting wet already”

You always do it and it kills him, your little tongue presses down wet kisses in the most sensitive parts, his cock gets hard with the feeling “Stevie, shut up!”

He laughs at your words, his giggles come back from the deepest part of his throat giving them a lower tone. The sound invades your ears and you let out a moan.

“Good, good kitten” Steve leans his head to one side while giving you space to kiss his neck more, and more. He notices you eager for friction and he gets comfortable, while the muscles on his leg tighten.

You feel your pussy starting to burn, you search for more friction while he bounces his leg , softly, up and down.

“C’mon i know you want to make a mess on my leg, i can feel it already princess”

A desperate whimper falls from your lips, is the sign Steve has been waiting for. He keeps you steady on his thigh while you grind in it. Pulling you down so your clit can feel more friction.

A hand slides down your skirt, he touches the wet spot between your legs and over your panties.

“I think this has to go” he maneuvers his fingers taking the lace of your panties, his full hand takes a part of them ripping them apart. He earns another whimper from you “I’ll buy you a new pair, baby”

Two of his fingers go easy inside you, he bumps them in looking at the pleasure on your face.

“Can i cum, please please can i cum?”

“Sure thing, kitten. Give it to me” his teeth burry in his bottom lip, your mouth keeps itself in a perfect shaped “O”

While your core starts to feel hotter than earlier, your tummy starts relaxing and letting out sticky cum from your orgasm. You lean your head back, closing your eyes, swearing you can see right now.

Steve’s thigh gets wet and sticky, he doesn’t mind. He smiles while staring at it and his hand travels to your hair.

“You are so pretty” his lips come to crash into yours, a soft kiss while you get down from your high.

“You too, Stevie” you whisper in his mouth, your words tickling his bottom lip “Let me take care of you now”

“Who am i to stop you? Go have your breakfast baby”

You roll your eyes chuckling, he does too.

The yearbook club will have to wait more time to take your pictures.

made this randomly today after work, gooodnight 😵‍💫🤤 REBLOG TO SUPPORT THE AUTHOR

[universesweetheart]

Ice Kisses (Geto x Reader)

He's so sweet, every time I think about him I wanna cry. My sweet baby boy. He would call me a monkey but it's ok pookie

Tomorrow S2E2 comes out I'm so pumped!! He is my little cutie and I wanna keep him in my pocket and protect him from the world.

In which we tease Suguru with ice cubes

Bye now - Mars ♡

“Is this too much for my pretty boy hm?” you whispered, cold lips kissing down his jaw. His hands restrained behind him with pink fluffy handcuffs as he sat up with you straddling his lap.

It wasn’t every day that Suguru allowed you to be on top, so you better believed you were going to make the most of it. He was such a pretty bottom and you wished he’d give you chance to see him like this more often.

It took a lot of convincing for you to even earn topping him for one night. Suguru liked to be in control, control of his surroundings, in his life and especially in the bedroom. He would often manhandle you around in whatever position he wanted and overstimulate your cunt until tears were rolling down your face.

“Ahh shit baby” he whispered out. His hands struggling against the cuffs making them tighter around his wrist.

You trailed the ice cube, that was between your lips, down his throat in a slow tantalizing manner. Geto felt the coldness burn his skin in the most delicious way. He felt so hot and heated despite the cold against him.

Taking the ice cube and gliding it with your fingers down between his pecs, you smiled up innocently at him and whispered, “I wonder how you’d react if I were to” circles his erect nipple with the ice, “do this”. You pressed the ice cube harder against his nipple and he yelped, his chest flexing as he constricted his pecs.

“Do that again for me yea?” you bring you mouth down to his other nipple placing small kisses on it before you took it into your mouth; sucking and biting lightly. His other nipple still being tortured with the cold ice in contrast to your warm mouth on the next one.

It drove him mad. He wanted to scream and more than anything he wanted out of this fucking annoying cuffs. He wanted to fold you in half and pound you until your tears dried up on that pretty face.

“You-ah! You’ll regret this” he threatened.

“What did you say? Go lower?” You pulled away both the ice cube and your mouth from his very sensitive body and smiled. “I can do that pretty” you allowed the ice cube to drop lower until it glided itself onto the curve of his lower stomach and into his navel and he flinched harshly. His eyes closed and brows furrowed.

“You. Are. So. Fucked!” He warned you but you just laughed and leaned down pressing light kisses down his belly.

“You’re all talk and no bite you know that?” You were going to be fucked if you didn’t stop teasing him but oh well. You were going to be fucked anyway so might as well add more fuel to the fire.

You continued kissing down his body. Littering kisses over his hip and thighs and biting the sensitive spots that you knew would get a reaction from him. Suguru stayed silent the whole time, lower lip bitten to keep himself quiet with eyes closed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you knew he was trying to hold back himself.

You kissed up the length of his cock but chose to ignore the tip because why would you give him that satisfaction when you could tease him further. “So beautiful” you spoke to his pretty dick standing tall and proud in front of your face.

Taking the ice cube that had melted into a smaller size, however still effective, and brought it down to his cock. “AH!” he gasped loudly, “you…” he huffed out.

Ignoring his words, you glided it up and down his cock, making sure to rub it on that bulging vein on the underside. “You seem to be enjoying this” you commented playfully.

“Please please princess”

Shifting yourself so that you’re comfortable on his thighs you leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Please what baby? Tell me what you want” you whispered softly and continued to press gentle kisses on his cheek whilst your hand continued gliding the ice cube up and down on his cock.

You pulled away from his face awaiting his answer. You knew he could barely speak but he tortured you many times like this, so it was only fair. You waited a few seconds, still nothing.

“Suguru, don’t keep me waiting” you spoke, voice somewhat stern yet he didn’t say anything. Instead he allowed his head to drop down on your shoulder, his breathing heavy and face flushed.

“T-too much sweet” he pants “sweet thing”

You smiled seemingly satisfied and moved the ice cube over his dripping tip, his body stiffened and he jolted up right.

“Fuck! Stop that…ngh stop that now” he cursed and stared at you with a dangerous glint in those pretty eyes.

Being the considerate lover you were, you pulled the ice cube away and placed it into your mouth, sucking on it. You leaned in and kissed him pushing the ice into his mouth with your tongue. You left it there and then lowered yourself onto the bed, kneeling in front of his angry red cock.

“I wish to torture you more, however” you took the tip into your mouth and sucked on it resulting with him groaning in pleasure. You heard him break the ice cube in his mouth and smiled to yourself.

“More moree” he commanded and you pulled away resting your head on his thigh. Your cheek pressing against his leg.

“No” you smiled up at him and you swear if looks could kill you’d be meeting all your ancestors.

“Princess, I’m, please, just” he muttered out, seemingly losing patience. The minute he was out of these cuffs you were doomed and it excited you.

“You know what we should try? Wax play” you spoke sitting up on the bed and looking at him, “or maybe food play” you cupped his cheeks and stared at him. “Wait is ice considered food play too? No I guess that falls more under temperature play. Wax also falls under that right? Maybe we should do that” you rambled on actively ignoring Suguru’s annoyed expression and hard cock poking your leg.

“I really love when you rant princess but please shut up” he said and bucked his hip upward needily. “Uncuff me baby” he leaned in and kissed your neck. “Let me take care of you” he whispered and continued his assault on your skin.

“Liar” you sighed and allowed him to kiss and tease you. It felt so good. Reaching for his hair you loosen it out from the bun and trailed your fingers through his locks, massaging his scalp.

“Hmm uncuff me princess” he tried coaxing you with his sweet words and it was hard to resist. “Hmm I’m not so sure I wanna do that Sugaru” you laughed at your joke but he looked at you unamused.

“I promise to make you feel good” Suguru bit you neck and sucked on the aching flesh, “you’re my princess after all so let me take care of you”

Fuck your soul. The effect this man had on you was detrimental to your vagina in this very moment. You knew you were going to get pounded into next year if you uncuffed him but god was his words so sweet.

Hesitantly you uncuffed him and within a minute he pushed you down and folded you into a mating press. His cock bullying it’s way into your warm gummy walls and you gasped loudly. This angle made him hit all the right spots and he exploited that knowledge.

You were truly fucked.

[kanekoii]

HELLO!! Back in your inbox once again :3

Could I please get some cuddling hcs of Kyo, Doppio and Wilson? (+maybe Ike and/or Sonny if it's oki)

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lyra’s notes -> oh boy howdy i just woke up so get ready for the shenanigans that will ensue with this one

pairings -> kyo kaneko, doppio dropscythe, yu q. wilson, ike eveland, sonny brisko x gn! reader (separate)

genre -> headcanons, fluff so much fluff my god

song -> because (changbin, felix) - stray kids

warnings -> possibly ever so slightly suggestive?? i wouldn’t consider it to be but better safe than sorry, some strong language

KYO KANEKO •

boy absolutely loves cuddling with you! he really enjoys being behind you, resting his head on your shoulder while he holds your waist like a teddy bear. he would gladly spend the rest of his life cuddling with you like this, but he really likes seeing your face too! just that it’s his favorite thing to sit behind you with you leaning against his stomach and chest, legs tangled together, his head on your shoulder, holding you tightly. just don’t get caught doing that by the rest of iluna students because you will NEVER hear the end of it! kyo isn’t the most openly affectionate, but printer man cuddles like he means it cuz HE DOES!! every once in a while you’ll hear him mumbling that god he loves you so much and you’re perfect and that he just loves you so so fucking much! kyo will gladly fall asleep there, holding you like his personal plushie.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE •

doppi’s favorite way of cuddling is anything that has his arm around your shoulder, holding you close. it’s his favorite way of subtly and casually showing everyone at xsoliel institute of infinity that you were HIS. i don’t think he would have jealousy issues or anything like that, he just likes letting people know. even when not in public, he loves having an arm around you. couch cuddles are a must for this one!! doppio absolutely adores laying on the couch with your body between his long legs and laying your head on his chest. it’s the perfect position for headpats!! he loves resting one arm on your tummy while the other is gently petting your head and playing with your hair. sure doppio is loud and chaotic most times, but his softer moments are just amazing. if it was feasible to never get up, you simply wouldn’t. ever. his headpats are just amazing. sorry i’m biased i fucking love headpats to death.

YU Q. WILSON •

sorry if this is inaccurate, i don’t know too much about him. he’s a very sweet and innocent boy, so spooning is the absolute must for him. the cutest boy loves feeling like he’s protecting you, considering he probably has a lot of enemies from his days as a hitman. the feeling that he can protect you now that he’s a hero just makes him so happy. he just loves feeling as if he can protect you from the world itself, even if he can’t protect you from everything. he would love to hold you forever as your hero boyfriend. not like he’d probably ever admit that sometimes he enjoys being the one being held, but he does. a lot. hold the boy!! it will make him so so so happy!!

IKE EVELAND •

he’s one of my oshis so this is my ever so slightly suggestive one if you choose to interpret it that way. okay? okay let’s do this. he will absolutely LOVE when you straddle his lap and rest your head on his shoulder while he holds your waist tightly. it’s so cozy, and ike can’t deny that he is just so comfortable like this. especially just being cozy on cold days with you, soft music playing, just holding a book behind your back reading while you sleep on him. god he loves it so SO much. the feeling of holding you and feeling the weight of your body on his makes it feel like a weighted blanket. so comfy, so warm, so soft. he can’t help but fall asleep with you in his arms. he just loves you so so much, humming softly to you while you sleep.

SONNY BRISKO •

he just likes it when you lay on him and he gets to hold you. but he loves even more laying with his head on your chest. he just loves knowing you’re right there for him when his job is very dangerous. sometimes he doesn’t know if he’ll make it home to you at the end of the day, so just being able to be held by you some nights makes him very happy. falling asleep with his head on your chest listening to your gentle heartbeat, sonny couldn’t be happier really. he could listen to your heartbeat forever, just knowing that he made it home to you on a particularly dangerous day, listening to your heartbeat knowing you were right there made him oh so happy.

[anystalker707]

make up for the lost time

Pairing: Ray Toro x [gender neutral, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 1 300 Genre: Comfort / Smut Summary: Ray's back after tour, and you can't hold yourself back anymore. Kind of content: Dom-Sub undertones / Dom Ray / Not a lot of body description (transmasc friendly) / Riding / A little overstim Not proofread

Requested by anon ["Hii, could you write a revenge! Ray Toro x ftm reader? Maybe like Ray comes back from tour and the reader hasn't seen him in so long and practically begs Ray to fuck him bc he missed him so much <3 if you do, thank you! Love ur work"]

MASTERLIST

          The fact Ray was back from tour left you ecstatic. Seeing him finally sitting on the couch, head resting against the backrest as he stared at the ceiling while still processing the fact of being back… You couldn’t help but stare as the thin t-shirt clung so tightly to his torso, leaving the outline of his chest so obvious… Not to mention how his jeans suited him so perfectly, and his neck was so exposed like that. Ah, fuck. You’d already spent way too long only pleasing yourself with your hand or toys while craving Ray’s touches.

“Ray,” his name dragged in a long whine that left your lips as you sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

A tired hum came in response as he lifted your head, looking at you and placing his hand on your thigh as he had the habit to do just whenever you sat next to him. Summing up how needy you already were, his gaze and touch were enough to make your underwear soak up more. Fuck, the way you’d missed that.

“Ray,” you mumbled again, throwing a leg over his lap before you moved to straddle him. You cupped his cheeks to make him look at you before your hands wrapped around his shoulders. “Please, Ray,” you whispered as you pressed your lips to kiss.

He kissed back, of course, big hands firm around your waist as his lips took guide of the kiss for a couple of seconds, just until he pulled away. “‘M tired, love,” he whispered as he rubbed your waist gently. “Long trip.”

Your bottom lip stuck out in a pout, making Ray’s expression change into an inquiring one.

“Please,” you sighed softly.

“My boy wanted me that bad?” His lips parted into a lazy grin as he cupped your cheek and caressed it gently. “Damn, what a shame that I’m so tired.”

You started frowning.

“But,” Ray started again, making you perk up. “I’m not that bad of a boyfriend, and you know that.” He brought you closer by your hips to adjust you on his lap; his hips pushed up against yours in a way your legs trembled from that alone. “So I might let you do it, as long as you don’t mind doing most of the work.”

Who were you to disagree? Your tongue peeked between your lips, wetting them, before you pressed your lips to Ray’s. You kissed him slowly, so you could appreciate every single detail, making up for the lost time. His lips felt so good against yours, and your heart skipped a beat as you felt his tongue try to push past your lips; of course, you allowed it to happen. Ray’s tongue pressed to yours so nicely, already doing things to you, while his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips. Anything from him was enough to have you melting already.

“Ray,” you mumbled in a breathy tone, almost whining as your hips pressed down to Ray’s, grinding against his while begging him in messy words for his touch.

“Shhh,” Ray soothed as he slipped his hands under your shirt and caressed your waist. His lips pressed to yours again, making your mind fuzzy. It all just got better as his hand slipped into your pants and then into your boxers before rough fingers slipped between your folds, grazing your clit so nicely. “Fuck, so wet already?” Ray mumbled between kisses.

You nodded quickly, fingers sinking into his shoulders. “All for you,” you mumbled, bucking your hips in an attempt to get more of his little touches. Two of his fingers pressed to you, making your legs quiver just by itself. Ray felt so, so good… You couldn’t help but practically ride his fingers, rocking your hips against his hand. His fingers would threaten to slip into your entrance, but they never did, resulting in frustrated whines that just happened to please Ray a lot. He ended up stopping moving his hand at some point, just letting you help yourself by his fingers alone.

“C’mon,” Ray said, exhaling slowly, as he slipped his hand out of your boxers and patted your thigh. “Take that off, baby.”

There was no need to ask twice. You quickly jumped to your feet and started taking off your pants and—soaked—underwear. You got a little tangled in your clothes as you watched it as Ray unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down just enough, so his cock could be free; it was already hand and flushed as he gave it a few pumps while observing you.

Your shirt didn’t matter a lot, though, so you kept that on while quickly moving back to Ray, straddling his lap again, holding onto his shoulders. Quiet pleads spilled from your lips as one of his hands held onto your hip and guided him over you.

“Ray,” you moaned softly as you felt his tip rub between your folds. It ran across your wetness before grazing against your clit—your hips twitched immediately, seeking more contact. Nonetheless, pleas died on your tongue at the moment Ray finally started to let you lower on him.

The stretch felt so good. You couldn’t help the sounds that escaped your lips; you were more vocal than usual, of course, way needier. The feeling of finally having Ray himself touch you practically made you melt in his hands, making your mind fuzzy. Whatever Ray muttered fell incoherent since you couldn’t really focus on anything else, even more when Ray pushed his hips up, so he could bottom out.

Ray let out a moan himself as he started to fuck you right away, moving you in pace with his hips while his hands wrapped around your waist. You were so wet, having wanted this for so long, that the squelching sounds managed to reach your ears and got you even more flustered. Well, it wasn’t time to think about that, not with how nice it felt to have Ray deep inside you like that.

This was just like you remembered, and way better than any poor substitute you found while Ray was on tour. His cock reached all the spots it was supposed to, making you feel impossibly good.

It didn’t even feel wrong when your release started approaching already, quickly building in your lower stomach until you couldn’t hold it anymore. A chain of moans escaped your lips as you tried to apologize to Ray, mumbling about how good he felt; words he didn’t even bother paying attention to. He huffed, face buried into your shoulder as he paused. He took hold of your thighs from the underside, managing to manhandle you shamefully easily, lowering you against his cock just as he pleased while he still moved his hips up.

“Ah, shit,” Ray breathed as he paused, but it was just while he adjusted your position. Your back met the couch and Ray was on top of you. His fingers sank into the fat of your thighs, squeezing the skin as he held you into place and opted for just moving his hips to fuck you instead, breath heavy into your shoulder.

“Fu—uck,” you moaned, voice cracking with moans as you held onto him tightly, hands tight around his shirt as you wrapped your legs tightly around him. Fuck, that was so good. The change of position made him reach new spots, and that was so fucking good.

Each of his thrusts managed to get a lewd sound from you until you were arching your back, breath catching in your throat as you started to feel your release starting to approach yet again.

Your words ran into each other, slurred as you tried to tell him to keep going, only interrupted when you felt that nice sensation of sparkles going up your spine while the knot in your lower stomach came undone. Quivering, your thighs squeezed around Ray while your toes curled, at the same time you could feel him finishing inside of you. Fuck, that was great.

“Ray,” you mumbled softly, feeling the throb between your thighs starting to lessen.

He hummed in response, kissing along your jaw until his lips met yours. “I think we deserve a bath,” he whispered, not caring about the lack of response.

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[sideblog-hazbin-hotel-fics]

The Voyeuring Shadow Takes Center Stage

Summary:

Alastor sent his Shadow to the Morningstar Palace for a variety of reasons. Jealousy and possessiveness fueling most of those reasons, but no one needed to know that. As much as he wished to be there himself, he had too many deals and duties he couldn't ignore. He wasn't driven by desires of the flesh like many others, so the separation was tolerable...

So imagine his surprise when he began to feel...*heated* while in the middle of a meeting with other Overlords. Well, it was less surprise and more shock. Until he began getting visions in his mind's eye as to what was happening in the Morningstar Palace.

While he was stuck in a meeting...his Shadow was getting railed by Lucifer in his demon form...and Alastor was able to feel strong echoing feelings of it.

Other than the arousal...jealousy of his own shadow was unexpected and yet strongly present.

With Lilith's departure, he slipped into a depression that consumed him. Coming out of it for Charlie was the only way he got out of it. Now that he was out and doing better to keep himself from returning, he's paying attention to his needs. At first, with so much going on, he didn't realize how strong his sexual appetite had become. Even before Lilith disappeared, their relationship was on the rocks, so it wasn't a surprise at all that he's been a sex fiend. 

In a weirder turn of events, he owned both of Adam and Alastor's souls now, each of them eager to please him and be his favorite. Adam got more of him simply because he lived in the Morningstar Palace given his part in the Exterminations. He's basically become Lucifer's royal cockwarmer and was rather smug about it. Alastor and Lucifer had a strong connection that was impossible to ignore, but unlike Adam, Alastor had stakes to claim in hell, deals to keep, and duties to complete. For himself as well as for Charlie, which in turn gained him favor in Lucifer's eyes. Far more romance in their intimacy...

Currently, Adam was fucked into unconsciousness. He was leaking ample amounts of cum from all the loads Lucifer pumped into him. Lucifer cleaned him up before returning to his office. In reality...he should get some paperwork done. But he was hard. Too hard to ignore his erection but he was on his own. So he sat in his chair and undid his trousers. Taking his cock in his hand he began to stroke himself. His eyes closed as he tried to paint some sort of fantasy to help get him off when he felt something cold wrap around his hand. He jumped a bit and his eyes flashed red. Nothing should be able to sneak up on him at all, let alone in the secure privacy of his office. 

When he realized it was Alastor's Shadow he relaxed. The Shadow came off of the wall and manifested itself in fuller form in front of Lucifer, a dark tentacle of shadow wrapping around Lucifer's cock and continuing to stroke for him. 

"Fuck...Alastor order you to take care of me?" Lucifer asked as he leaned back into his chair, spreading his legs. This was new, but not unwelcomed. 

The Shadow shook his head. 

"No? Well...you know you don't have to, right? I can handle myself until Adam wakes up again."

Loud static noises erupted from the Shadow and pulses of anger and hatred could be easily felt. The Shadow then straddled Lucifer's lap, one of his tendrils slapping the door shut and locking it dramatically to make it clear of where Lucifer's attention should be. 

It would have scared anyone else, but Lucifer knew possessive jealousy when he saw it. He's been seeing it plenty from both Adam and Alastor. Seeing it from a Shadow version of Alastor was rather amusing. But more so arousing. Lucifer's eyes turned red once more as he shifted into his more demonic form. As Ruler of Hell, all were his...and in this form he was even stronger. More primal. 

This was a part of himself he didn't allow anyone to see really. He shifted into this form to help protect Charlie and it was clear to anyone who saw just how powerful he was. A power he barely got to unleash. Mixed with the desires that still remained inside of him. 

"You want me to pay attention to you? Fuck you like the monster you are?"

The Shadow shivered before nodding rapidly and grinding against Lucifer's crotch.

***

Alastor was stuck in another meeting with the rest of the Overlords. Their drama would usually be some level of entertaining, but not this time. Before coming to the meeting, he met up with Rosie who asked how he was doing. Normally, he'd be able to be dismissive about it, but Rosie was different. She could read him like a book and she was someone he trusted and helped him through his initial feelings he felt about Lucifer. Not the ones of simply wanting to taste him and maybe gain more power through him, but the ones of hating sharing him with others. The annoying feelings of not being enough to keep Lucifer's attention. The weird feelings when having Lucifer be angry at him didn't please him anymore. 

Thankfully, the meeting started and they didn't have to talk about it anymore. 

They were about an hour or so in before he felt the first flash of arousal. It caught him by such a surprise, he let out a noise he hoped against all hope did not sound like a moan. By the odd looks he got, it might have been that. No one would ever expect it from him, so he hopes they excuse it and that they don't mention it after. 

Now aware of something happening to him, he tried to be aware of it happening again. Which it did! Did he just miss Lucifer that much that now the lustful feelings were dominating him at the most inappropriate setting? 

Except...something flashed in his mind's eye. Not something from his imagination or a fantasy. It was as clear as a recent memory. Yet...it wasn't of him. In the image that caused arousing feelings was of Lucifer, naked except for his white trench coat, but fully shifted into his demon form. He was thrusting hard and deep into whoever's POV Alastor was looking from. Alastor felt phantom touches gripping him firmly from his waist, thick and girthy cock pressing against his sweet spot, fangs grazing against the place on his neck Lucifer knows drives him wild. 

Alastor excused himself, not caring how rude he came off or if they even cared at all. The palace was too far, so he ended up back in his room at the hotel. Ignoring anyone he saw and slammed the door of his room shut behind him. He practically ripped off his clothes, they felt horribly suffocating. 

Making it to the bed, he spread himself out as more flashes came into his mind more clearly as he focused on his link with this Shadow. It took longer than needed to realize what was going on, but he figured it out. His cock was hard and leaking, but he didn't touch himself. No, his hands dug into the sheets beneath him as he focused on the phantom, echoing feelings of being fucked ruthlessly and at a force Lucifer hasn't shown before. It was like trying to hang on for dear life on a mechanical bull as it showed what it could do. 

The orgasm that rocked through him was the strongest he's had yet. Nearly knocked him out. 

***

Alastor barely managed to find his robe before teleporting to the Palace. 

Finding his Shadow that he left behind to spy and make sure his King and lover was safe on Lucifer's lap, wrapped around him possessively, and giving out happy sparks was not the welcome Alastor expected. 

"Oh. I was wondering when you'd pop by. I think we need to talk about your Shadow." 

Alastor stomped his cane heavily on the floor, more to snap his damn Shadow out of whatever state it was in and get him back in place. Yet, the Shadow didn't move. On close inspection, Alastor noticed that Lucifer was still mostly naked. His cock was however blocked by shadow...or rather, his Shadow seemed too content to move because he was cockwarming Lucifer. 

Alastor glared at his Shadow and agreed, "I believe we do." 

"Why the fuck are you spying on me?" Lucifer asked. 

"You're allowing that stupid Sinner to live with you. You're our King and best defense against Heaven. I can't leave you unguarded. Though looks like I'll have to look for something else." 

"I have nothing to hide and as I've proven before...I can handle Adam just fine. But if you want to leave your Shadow with me, I don't mind."

"Obviously," Alastor growled. 

"...are you mad at your Shadow?"

"It's being rather rebellious. It had its orders. Which did not involve..." Alastor waved at them, "Whatever this is." 

"He's basically you...a literally darker, more primal version of you. One who can apparently take me in my more primal form. I had fun with him, so I decree for you to not be mad at him."

Alastor scoffed, "You decree it?" 

"I do. But let me ask...did you feel it? I had random visions of you in a meeting."

"Yes. Most inappropriate of you."

"...did you like it?" 

"...it wasn't the best time for it to happen."

"Did you enjoy it?" Lucifer repeated. 

"Do you want to fuck me in your demonic form?" 

"I don't think you can handle it. Not with how crazed you make me. Not when I let go completely..." 

Alastor approached and used his cane to physically pull his Shadow away from Lucifer. With a flash of red eyes, Lucifer looked at the Shadow to mentally order him to get up. With a loud static noise of discontent, Alastor's Shadow gets up and returns to Alastor. Once Lucifer's lap is free Alastor straddles him. When Lucifer wraps his arms around him to keep him in place he feels something inside of him. Something...nice. 

"I felt a sort of insanity today. Aroused while away from you. Not expecting it at all. Then to be fucked without actually being fucked...it was fucking fantastic."

"Sorry about that. Didn't know you'd feel it. Seemed like he was his own being. Still you. And I was so fucking horny! I just...followed my instincts."

"I...liked it. You're the only one who ever made me see the sense in it. But I'm still...how I am. This?...."

"Works?" Lucifer finished for him. 

Alastor nodded but wrapped his arms around Lucifer's neck and leaned in to kiss him. "I still like bickering with you. Bantering. And being held. Kissing too. Biting you. And the actual act...when you make me feel those feelings they're so damn strong. But...if you fuck my Shadow and I know about it...I really really like that." 

"Good. Because I do too."

[woefulwordsmith]

Rough Shift

A/N: Hi Tumblr, I forgot I had this blog for the 16th time and then randomly remembered for the 17th time

Sniper TF2 Smut

Gender Neutral Reader

Oral sex only (reader giving)

Sniper is touch-starved and both of you are extremely over-worked

Read on AO3

        "Hey, babe!" I announce as I enter our bedroom. Mick flinches and sits up, pulling his shirt down and his pants back up. I backpedal, a little surprised. "Oh, am I interrupting?"

        "Thought you'd be back later," he huffs. His face is red, and he fails to look at me. A smirk crawls on my face. 

        "I wanted to surprise you, and I guess I did." He still doesn't look at me, his body twisted awkwardly to cover up. When I climb onto the bed, he backs away nervously. We haven't gone that far yet, mostly just Miss Pauling ruining the mood when she calls one of us into work. Might as well make the most of our time while we have it. Mick's erection is apparent when I draw near. "Loosen up a little," I urge. "It's been a day, hasn't it?"

        He scoffs. "I froze my arse off for six hours in a fuckin' tree to get a bloody shot." 

        "I figured..." My shirt swiftly comes off, my belt unbuckled and my pants zipper down. "You need help warming up?" His confidence seems to boost upon witnessing my haste. Mick grabs my neck and pushes me down onto the bed. I moan as he makes out with me and grinds against me. His hand is on my chest, a finger circling around my nipple. My tongue is in his mouth with one hand in his hair and the other on the band of his boxers. I pull on his bottom lip as we separate. The bed creaks as I roll us both over. "Take a load off, m'kay?" 

        He's as excited as I am when I pull his pants off and drop them off on the floor. Hot and bothered, he shifts when I brush my hand against his skin. The tip is wet with pre-cum that drips down as a minor lubricant. The head of his penis is revealed when I stroke downward. I don't waste time, pooling spit in my mouth before taking him in. He sighs and puts his hand on the back of my head, fingers in my hair. I gag when I take him all the way in initially, coming back up and licking from base to tip. My tongue swirls the tip, warm heaving wafting steam onto his skin.

        Mick groans, giving a weak chuckle. "Oh, Luv..." I become obnoxious, sucking loudly as I take more of him on. When I look up, his hand covers his eyes. Fingers curl when I vacuum the air from my mouth on his tip once again. "Fuck..."

        "You enjoying yourself?" He nods silently, still not looking at me. "I didn't hear you, Mick. Are you?" The friction from my hand makes his cock twitch. He whispers. I speed up. "One more time?"

        "Yes, crickey," he whines. "Don't fuckin' stop." Hearing him beg is everything. It's not everyday he's so vulnerable and trusting with me, and something about him stuttering and stumbling over his words I can't explain. Temperatures rise when he moans my name, pleading that I suck harder. His back arches when I groan. Grabbing his thighs, I push them up and lock my hands in the folds of his knees. Vibrations fill his body, and I think he's on the verge. A hand finds itself on the back of my head, and I'm pushed down onto his body. 

        Warmth spreads across my tongue and touches the back of my throat. Mick sighs and unravels, whimpering intermittently between rasps. I pull off of him slowly and pop my lips at the tip. Spitting the semen back onto his cock, I jerk him off slowly and lean over him. "How're ya doing, big guy?" He twitches as more cum speckles his stomach from my gentle stimulation. I place my lips on his for a moment and straighten out his hair with my other hand. "I'm assuming pretty good?"

        "Thank you, Luv," he breathlessly chuckles. I lay down next to him and kiss his jaw and nip on his collarbone. "Fuck, you're bloody good." 

        "Aw, thanks, babe," I smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I straddle his lap as we sit up. "We... We have the time..." 

        The landline on the nightstand rings, and I sigh as I drop my head over his shoulder. Or not. He scooches us over. "Sorry," he apologizes before answering. I continue to kiss his neck and gently grind on his lap as he talks. What the conversation is about is irrelevant, I could not care less. He seethes frustration after setting the phone down on the receiver. "Work." 

        "What else?" I gripe, pouting. "The one time we finally go the mile and you have to leave?"

        "It'll be quick. I'll make sure of it." I get off of him and sit on the edge of the bed as he collects his clothes. "It's nearby, so I'll be back 'ome in a bit." He grabs my chin and places his tip on my lips. "Better clean up before I go." I open my mouth, both of his hands on my head, and gagging as he fucks me in the mouth. He pulls out so suddenly, smug in the face.

        "Wait--" 

        "Keep the bed warm, ey?" He redresses and slings his rifle over his shoulder. When Mick looks back at me from the door, he points to the corner of his lip. "You've got something."

        I wipe the spit from the side of my mouth. "If you're not back by two, I'm going to bed and not waking up for you." 

        He scoffs. "You will, and you know you will." 

        "Don't test it."

[scenetocause]

Hi I asked Nadia this too, but if you're still answering the ship asks: who else would you most ship Max F with, other than Lando?

oh this is a good question. maybe logan? him and logan had a whole thing going on as rivals for ages until everything kind of went wrong for max but logan's so easy to ship with oscar it feels kinda sidepiece.

if lando and lando-adjacent stuff like lumax is out then wait wait wait. jake dennis. jake/max is great because they've known each other for a g e s (he was max's driver coach in f4) and also jake is so completely gigantic and max is teenytiny. i've got a fic where max is shagging jake for basically sex education reasons and then going to lando like ok i think i've got the hang of this now do you want to try it that i've never finished but the concept was pretty sound. (the emptyhalf wip graveyard is extensive)

other than that it seems only fair to ship him with clem after the whole CLEM <3 debacle. but i see them more as wine drinking hecklers. max is such an interesting little guy because he's so delicate in almost all situations, without lando. he knows who he is post-racing, with lando but everyone else there's still a little tentativeness, all the dance steps still being worked out and so it can feel clumsy to try and choreograph them together.

jakemax straight from the vault under the cut:

It’s sort of hard to explain how this has started happening, which is basically why Max hasn’t told anyone. He feels a little bit bad, not having told Lando because they kind of, maybe, in the tentative way Lando does anything, might be beginning to have a thing. 

He’s not sure him and Jake are a thing, but this does. It keeps happening.

“Mmmrf-” Max can’t help the noise he makes, shoved up against the wall, even though it’s not even a little bit sexy. Somehow, being lifted onto his tiptoes and then just straight off the floor, pressed between Jake’s body and the wall, extremely is and the way Jake’s tongue is down his throat says he thinks so, too.

Max bends his legs up, wraps them round Jake’s waist and doesn’t fight the way his hips want to buck up, get friction between his cock and Jake’s abs and rub his arse against where Jake’s hard. Fuck, Jake’s so hot - what’s he doing, why’s he turned into a slut about this?

“Careful there,” Jake says, big arms holding Max up, supporting him gently and Max tries not to do anything embarrassing like melt. “Or you’re gunna make me cum before you fuck me.”

Max tries to protest that’s exactly what that kind of thing is going to do to him, for fuck’s sake. But then he’s too busy trying to follow instructions about fingering and trying to get a condom on before Jake pushes him backwards and grins, straddling Max. “You are proper cute, you know that?”

Max just tries not to pass out.

—--

“You ever had a really good blow job?” Jake asks him, one day. Max’s mind feels like it’s collapsing in on itself.

“Uh-” this is pathetic, he has to be able to do better than this. “Yeah, I guess?”

Jake’s expression is very difficult to read, even though it’s playful and open. “Nah you haven’t.”

Max can feel himself blushing, getting offended. “You don’t know that-”

“Yeah I do,” Jake says and he’s sliding to the floor and Max is so confused until suddenly his sweatpants are getting pulled down and ok. Ok, yeah. He had not had a blow job where someone did that with their tongue. Fuck, jesus. 

While he’s trying to work out if he still has a brain, afterwards, Jake flops across Max’s lap and looks up at him, stretching his arms above his head and kind of nodding towards his own crotch. Max can take a hint, pushes Jake’s vest up and his pants down, so Max can wank him off, one hand on the rock-hard muscle on Jake’s stomach.

He ducks his head down, at the last second, to lap at the head of Jake’s dick and try to do some of the stuff Jake just did to him and yeah, he splutters a bit when his mouth gets filled with spunk but he manages, just about. Gets a bit of cuddling after, that feels like a reward for a job well done.