#sub-500 short & sweet

[amrv-5]

cuddles prompt: Beejhawk “cuddles in the bathtub” (& a bonus if you want to combine with “cuddles while playing with the other’s hair” but make it washing)

YAAY thank you Lisa!!! Loved this one it was sooo sweet and warm to write!! I also combined it with @kejfeblintz request for 34. leaning back against the other while they're hugging them from behind. nice as always to write Hawkeye getting loved on!!!

The water-sounds of the bathtub echoing off the tile were soothing. So was the candle light, and the near-scalding water, and BJ’s hand on his chest rubbing circles over his sternum. Radio jazz sounded softly through the door. The water was sweetly scented, and the air was hazy with humidity. The ache in his upper back was gone.

BJ adjusted to wrap his arms around Hawkeye’s waist, hugging him. Hawkeye leaned into him. He wasn’t sleepy, exactly, but he was so relaxed he might as well have been napping. All the tension had left him. He focused on exhaling, matching BJ’s breath, his skin pleasantly oversensitive with the water’s heat. 

“Feeling better?” BJ murmured into his hair. 

“Hm?” Hawkeye stretched lazily, pushing into BJ’s chest and extending his legs. It hardly felt like he had a body at all—no aches, no stress-tension, no discomfort. Just BJ’s arms around him, BJ’s chest at his back, BJ’s thighs framing him in, his knees sticking out of the water, probably getting cold. Hawkeye splashed at them, hoping to warm him up. 

BJ collected a cupped palmful of bathwater and trickled it over Hawkeye’s head, rewetting his hair. He massaged Hawkeye’s neck and the base of his skull, firm and deft. 

Hawkeye shivered and melted into it, not too proud to moan. BJ had asked him a question, he registered belatedly. His thoughts were loose and slow, focused entirely on physical sensation and the satisfaction of being so close to BJ. He let his head loll into BJ’s hands as he remembered that he had had a stressful day at work. A lot of time on his feet and a great deal of physical effort that had left him achy and worn down. BJ had gone to great lengths to spoil him all evening. Water and an aspirin at the door. A nice meal, a glass of wine, a thorough massage at all the places in his back that collected tension, and a long soak in the tub together. BJ had even washed his hair.

“Feeling better,” he confirmed, tilting his head back to kiss BJ’s jaw. His eyelids were getting heavy, so he closed them, and rested with his nose against BJ’s neck. “Thanks to you.”

Water lapped at the walls of the tub as BJ shifted to massage the sides of Hawkeye’s neck, running his thumbs down the line of his sternocleidomastoid. On every downward pass the edges of his palm swept along Hawkeye’s trachea—he stayed relaxed, trusting BJ completely. He was in good hands. Careful ones. 

“Love your hands,” Hawkeye mumbled, and figured he’d elaborated enough. The water was cooling. He was looking forward to slipping into the sleeping-clothes BJ had laid out for them both, and falling into the bed's freshly laundered sheets. 

BJ cupped his jaw and drew him into a kiss, familiar and warm and comforting as his old robe—which was hanging on the back of the door, ready for him, the moment he decided to reach for it.

[chuuyasheaven]

“Do you feel how deep i am, princess?”

Summary; Chuuya has been gone for too long lately, now that he’s finally home with you, he’ll spoil you really good. (basically fuckin’ you slow and deep ☺️)

Warnings; dom!Chuuya, sub!afab!Reader (she/they), petnames, praise kink, slow/soft sex, vaginal sex (obvi), sweet!Chuuya (basically kinda needy!Chuuya), etc.

Format; Drabble! (really short tho)

Notes (from me); Believe me, i had this idea for WEEKS but motivation lacked rlly HARD. But now, let me feed my baby’s!! (p.s. also thx for all the likes and followers! I appreciate it sm, thank you to everyone who supports me! If i get to a 500 followers, I’ll open another event!!! But now, time for the food y’all, but thanks again‼️💪🏾)

“F-fuck..i missed you so much, baby..”, you knew that he meant that, if he didn’t, Chuuya wouldn’t be fucking you in such a slow but deep pace.

You wish you could response, but if you would, only moans and whimpers of his name will leave your lips.

“This view of you is fuckin’ beautiful, princess, i might..fuck..you all night, hm?”, Chuuya slurred, clearly pussydrunk right now.

You can’t blame him though, he was gone for too long, you both missed eachother dearly.

He promised you that’ll he make up for it, and he really kept that promise, huh?

Fucking you, like already claimed earlier, really slow but deep. Chuuya’s cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

You both were both drunk form eachother and the euphoria coming with it.

"A-ah!..Chuuya, 'm close..", you managed to get out, with no moan interrupting you.

Chuuya was getting desperate, desperate to feel the amount of ectasy he gained from you.

"C'mon, darlin' cum for me, wanna feel you..s' bad.."; Chuuya encouraged you, with a slight tone of needyness.

His raspy voice getting you faster to your long awaited high, him following after.

Chuuya's head now resting on your collarbone, both taking a rest to take a few breaths.

Suddenly, he rocked his hips again, going straight to your sweet spot.

"Once more, 'kay? Be a good girl f'me, alright, princess?" Okay, he might've lied on this one, but hey; atleast you liked it, right?

WHY IS CHUUYA SO OOC HERE...well hope you enjoyed tho!!!

[baby-iloveyou]

goodnight, you're so tight sleep tight

pairing: kang taehyun from txt x afab!reader (no gender specified) genre: smut (mdni) warnings: sub!taehyun, somewhat dom!reader, reader wears somewhat short shorts to bed, cockwarming, usage of petnames (mainly for taehyun: baby, tyun), light swearing, slightly perv? taehyun, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practise safe sex everyone), cumming in/on clothing, i got carried away with this eheh summary: after a long day, all you just wanted was to snuggle up with your boyfriend in bed and drift to sleep. he wanted something else. word count: 1.7k writer notes: like i said, i got carried away with this heheh. i originally was just gonna make this a short but sweet little smut drabble of idk 500 words? but then the ideas started flowing and taehyun made me horny inspired to write so. hope you enjoy this filth <3

taehyun was normally pretty cool. he was able to resist any temptations or lust that would overflood anyone else. but seeing you in the small shorts you slept in was always a weak point of his. 

you were heading off to bed, since you had had a long day and needed some well-deserved rest. taehyun also wanted to give you a well-deserved treat (and definitely not because he was incredibly hard), but you had already told him you were too tired to move even in the slightest.

which gave taehyun a brilliant idea.

“what if we do cockwarming?”

his big eyes stared at you, waiting for some sound to be uttered. a small grin also visible on his face, still waiting for your response. you smiled back, licked your lips and softly nodded, shortly closing your eyes. 

as you lay down on your right side, head almost melting into the pillow, you could hear the sound of blankets being lifted and moved, and some shimmying behind you. a warm figure appearing behind you, shoving one of his arms underneath your body, while throwing the other arm over it, his fingers interlocking with yours on your stomach. 

you stayed there for a few minutes, just spooning with each other, feeling so utterly in love with taehyun. that’s when you made the mistake of slowly drifting asleep, and being woken up violently with taehyun trying to rid you of your cute little shorts to replace it with his dick.

“a-ah, taehyun… was falling asleep…” you whined softly. the man who interrupted your sleep time softly kissed you on the crown of your head, and nuzzled his head into your neck. “sorry about that, just needed to get into you.” 

you were like that for yet another few minutes, until taehyun couldn’t sit still anymore. maybe it was the thought of you teasing him with the shorts, maybe it was the way you had been clenching around his cock multiple times since he was positioned inside of you, maybe it was something else. but he needed to move.

he started thrusting slowly, in and out of you. it caused you to hum softly, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling. taehyun let out some huffs close to your ear, making you clench around him in response. “what happened to cockwarming baby?” you barely managed to get out in a soft whisper. taehyun let out another grunt. “you keep teasing me tonight darling, i can’t help it. you feel too good.” 

“teasing you? i’ve come home, got changed into my pajamas and told you we could do cockwarming because i’m tired. how is that teasing, tyun?”

he was still fucking into you, and you were now slowly starting to move against him as well, trying to get even closer to his body. taehyun was slowly fucking the tiredness out of you, and you felt like having your fun with him.

“those stupid little shorts of yours… that’s how you were teasing me… you could’ve - mmh - worn anything else but you - shit - chose to wear those to bed.” by how he was talking and how he was starting to shove his cock harder into you, you could tell he was getting closer and closer to being undone. 

“god, you’re such a pervert, aren’t you, tyunnie? i’m just wearing some random shorts to bed, and you’re instantly thinking of all the ways you can rip them off my body, huh? want to do so many dirty things with me and with those shorts, huh?”

if the shorts were already teasing him, this dirty talk was really messing him up. because every word you uttered was true. and he knew that you knew it was the truth. 

“mmph!” he grunted, as he continued penetrating you. he unlinked one of his hands from yours to move to your nipples, and played with one of them. he held it in between his thumb and index finger, making sure to toy with it and twist it slightly. 

“oh fuck, do that again.” you moaned, not expecting the action at your chest, and moved your head back slightly, exposing your neck to taehyun. he noticed and latched onto it, sucking the supple skin right underneath your jawline.

you were starting to enjoy the moment just a bit too much, but still aware of how close taehyun was to cumming. and because you were teasing him already, you could continue teasing him just a bit more. because isn’t that much more fun than just letting him finish?

you pulled your head away from his lips, detaching them from your neck. you let loose of his hands, which were still resting on your stomach. you separated yourself from his entire body, regretting it slightly because of the sudden emptiness at your lower area, but thinking to yourself that it would be worth it.

you could hear a small whine coming from behind you, which was rare - normally taehyun was the one in control, the one who would make you a whining mess. but tonight he was so desperate, so needy to cum, that he was whining at the loss of warmth around his dick. 

as you flipped over to face him, you cooed at him. “how cute, do you need my little cunt to cum? need to be inside of me, and plunge into the dripping mess that i am?” his mouth was agape, tongue hanging out slightly, and you could feel his dick pressing against your stomach, his hips softly thrusting into the nothingness underneath your blankets.

“i’m sorry for being needy tonight, please just let me cum!” you bit your lip, suppressing a laugh. he was so cute like this, all worked up simply because you wanted to be comfy. you could get used to this state of taehyun.

you removed the blankets, letting the cold air of the room hit both of your bodies. “fuck, it’s cold”, you exclaimed, “but i know how to get both of us warm again.” 

you sat upright, pulling off the shorts that were still resting at your ankles that taehyun had pulled down when he entered your private parts. taehyun’s big eyes - which were filled with desperation - followed your every move, the way your hands delicately picked up the shorts, and how they gripped around the fabric. the way you moved your hands, including the shorts, closer to his cock. 

“so this is what was teasing you all night huh? this pathetic bunch of fabric?” taehyun slowly nodded, slightly embarrassed because of his confession. his dick was still twitching because of you, because of your words. 

“cum in them then. make them all dirty for me, baby.”

his big eyes widened even more, first staring at you, then focusing on the shorts. he raised his arm, reaching for them, looking into your eyes to make sure this was fine. he licked his lips, the thought of you still wearing them after he had cummed on them turning him on an awful lot.

once he grabbed them, he was about to lay his dick on the fabric, when you stopped him. 

“put them on.”

the command made him bite the inside of his lips, tongue prodding the side of his cheek. he fully took off his boxers, and slipped on the small shorts. his thick thighs were on full display, and not only could you see his bulge, but also his tip which was sticking out at the bottom of the shorts. 

if an image was attached to the word ‘horny’ in the dictionary, this would be it. the way his cheeks coloured red, the way his precum was already making the shorts dirty, the way you were staring him down. 

his hand reached down to his hard-on, only to be swatted away by your hand. he looked up at you, confused as to what you were planning, only to gasp as you started palming his shaft. his hips automatically responded, humping into your hand, as you stroked his penis with slow yet controlled movements.

“mmfuck, am gonna… gonna do it…” he managed to yelp. he also sat upright, to then grab your shoulders with both hands, and lean against your frame as you were caressing him. 

“gonna do what tyun? normally you’re so well-spoken, what happened to that, hm?” your hand moved into the shorts, now holding his hard-on directly and stroking it roughly. “use your words, baby. all those years of education are gone to waste otherwise. we don’t want that, do we?”

taehyun felt unable to talk back, to respond to your filthy words. he was too close to spurting all of his white strings into your shorts, too close to seeing you put these on again after he came into them, too close to get distracted and lose the opportunity to cum. 

he moaned once more, before shooting his semen into the shorts. you pushed the fabric against his head and slit, resulting in the white fluid erupting through the shorts, and dripping down them. you resisted the temptation of scooping up the cum with your finger and making him taste himself, despite it being so hard.

taehyun collapsed, and fell back down on the bed on his back. a big sigh left his body, as he came down from his intense orgasm. you crawled on top of him, hovering over his body, making sure to kiss his lips before removing the shorts off his body. 

“baby, is this what you were thinking of?” you breathed, making sure taehyun was watching your every move. you slowly shimmied yourself into the shorts again, feeling the warm cum touch your skin. you spread the cum over the fabric, and licked the residue left on your fingertips. 

taehyun licked his lips, before uttering “jesus christ, you’re so hot.” and yanking your arm to get your body on top of him again. “thank you for tonight, y/n”, he said, as he lay his head back on the bed, and softly closed his eyes. 

“if you still want, we can still do cockwarming and fall asleep like this?” he prompted, and grinned. you reciprocated his smile, took off the now completely ruined shorts one last time, and sunk onto his girth with a soft grunt. 

“goodnight, you’re still so tight- i mean, sleep tight”, he said with a wink, before drifting to sleep.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Pitiful Puppy

Requested: Yes [Hi, I was wondering if you could do ghost with a chubby, femdom partner. Maybe rope and overstimulation but it up to you. Thank you, have a wonderful day or night.]

Warnings: Afab!Reader, Domme!Reader, Sub!Simon, Pegging, Cock ring, bondage, Master/Puppy play, dirty talk

A/N: I somehow managed to force myself to write this while still in the depths of hyperfixation. It wasn’t easy and I’m not happy with it at all, especially since it’s pretty short (500-ish words), but I needed to get something out.

Big. Simon was big. Big absolutely everywhere. Big and thick and warm. And god did you love that such a big man was under your control, hanging off of every word you said, so eager to please you in any and every way you’d let him. Like he was a pet looking for your approval.

Which was exactly why you got to call him puppy. Your pathetic little crying puppy, who promised he could take all of your strap this time but backed out at the last second, just like last time and the time before that and the time before that. Your cute puppy who was only clenching around half of your cock and crying for you to stop, shaking under you like a leaf in the breeze.

You clicked your tongue, letting him hear the disappointment in your voice as you brushed your hand down his sweaty face, reveling in his little whimper before he turned his head to kiss the center of your palm, a weak attempt at an apology.

“My sweet Puppy.” You whisper, leaning in to peck his cheek. “It’s cute that you think you can get out of it this time.”

Simon’s eyes widened followed by a loud groan as you shoved another inch inside of him, your hands tightening on his hips.

“No, Master! I can’t!” He says, hands jerking against the ropes holding his wrists to the headboard posts. “Can’t take it! It’s too big!”

You hum, dragging your nails down his thighs, leaving red scratches that stuck out against his pale skin.

“Give me your colour, Baby.” You tell him, pausing in your movements, giving him a moment to take a few breathes and consider your words before giving his answer.

“Yellow-Green?” He replied, not seeming totally sure of his answer and you bit your lip in thought.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Manchester.”

“And if you can’t speak?”

“Three kicks to the footboard.”

“Good Puppy.” You say, satisfied with that for now. “Now, you’re gonna take all of my strap-” he whined. “Without complaint, aren’t you?”

“C-can’t!” He says again, a pitiful whimpering groan spilling from his lips when you pry his mouth open and spit in it, holding your hand over his lips so he was forced to swallow it.

“You can and you will.” You tell him, voice firm despite his weak protests, forcefully sliding in another inch. “Look how easy I go in. Bet you were just trying to rile me up. Telling me it hurts to have my cock in your slutty hole when you feel anything but pain.”

Simon starts to protest but you quickly shut him up by wrapping your hand around his length, thumb stroking at the cock ring at the base.

“I don’t want to hear it, Puppy. Don’t make me muzzle you.” You tell him sternly, satisfied when he started shaking his head, clearly not enjoying the idea of that. Not that you did either. He made such pretty noises for you, after all!

[bornagainmurdock]

bornagainmurdock's masterlist

all gender neutral & matt murdock x reader

fluff ☁️ // smut ⟢ 

long form (500+ words)

mine, in the worst way possible // ⟢

possessive!matt gets jealous and has to prove you're his

count for me // ⟢

matt spanks and teases you until you cry

the negotiation // ⟢

you and matt negotiate a kink scene

the sweet escape // ⟢

matt helps you into subspace to relax

brat tamer’s delight // ⟢

matt is done with your bratty attitude (+ funishment)

a bit tied up // ⟢

matt and you try bondage for the first time

star of the show // ☁️

you take matt to his first drag show

an homage to hurting // ⟢

masochist matt needs you to hurt him

let me show you everything i know // ⟢

heated make out session with matt

4+1 matt's hand around your neck //⟢

four times matt put his hand around your neck, and the one time you had to beg

the collaring // ⟢

matt learns about your collar collection and buys you one

a sensory game // ⟢

matt and you play with sensory toys

the safeword // ⟢

you call the safeword during a scene with matt

coming back from space (sub!matt) // ⟢

you help matt come down from subspace

coming back from space (sub!reader) // ⟢

matt helps you come down from subspace

harmonious // ☁️

meet cute with matt and musician!reader

read my hands/read my mind // ☁️

deaf!reader and blind!matt and their relationship dynamic

the fallen angel's destruction // ⟢

sub!matt, dumbification, and kneeling. what more could you need?

say goodbye to my heart tonight // ⟢

good ole fashioned filthy maskout sesh with matt

prettiest girl at the party // ☁️

you do matt's makeup

manic delusions & a gentle boyfriend // ☁️

matt helps you through a manic episode

short form (<500 words)

1:21 am // ☁️

to savior // ☁️

eclipse // ☁️

pancakes & coffee // ☁️

the comedy king // ☁️

nostalgia // ☁️

golden retreiver boyfriend // ☁️

blind date // ☁️

the morning after // ☁️

missing you // ☁️

a dirty chai latte kind of love // ☁️

anniversary // ☁️

orange roses // ☁️

aquariam afternoon // ☁️

midwest emo and the music debate // ☁️

ice cream // ☁️

jungle house // ☁️

first date // ☁️

rainy nap // ☁️

headcannons

controversial headcannons pt 1 // ⟢

controversial headcannons pt 2 // ☁️

pet play // ⟢

one night stands // ⟢

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

500-follower special poll 🖤

I have a few ideas to write, but I'd like your opinions, please! Down below, you can find short summaries of the fics. Eventually, I will write all of them, but this is to know what to prioritize first! 🩵

Please reblog this after answering for a bigger reach; thank you! 🖤

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader | Thin line between love and hate After the Winter Soldier ripped your best friend out of your life, your life was completely uprooted. When you eventually live your lifelong dream of becoming an Avenger, you have to work with the former assassin, but you're not able to be in the same room as him, let alone go on missions together. Over time, the tension between you two reaches an all-time high, and a fight has you spilling more than just tears, showing you how much he has hurt you by ripping your best friend away from you, even if he was brainwashed at the time. Virgin!Shy!Ransom Drysdale x Experienced!Fem!Reader | Start of something new Ransom is ready to take the next step in your relationship after dating for about a year and a half. What will ensue is the sweetest, most romantic time he could wish for, and he falls even more in love with you. Your shy boyfriend suddenly turns into an insatiable man who cannot keep his hands (or mouth) off you. Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader | Naughty fantasies Bucky has a specific fantasy he's been wanting to fulfill for a while. You two have never experimented with roleplaying before, but when he brings up the idea of a Student-Teacher roleplay, you're instantly on board with every last fantasy he has. Though it might not be in the way you had initially thought... Bakery Owner!Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Neighbor!Steve Rogers | Whisk-y business Steve moves back to New York after years of living off the grid, and it just so happens his new neighbor is a strong, well-built, sweet, and incredibly kind baker. The two of them fall into a friendship and love like neither has ever felt before, and they couldn't be happier to be in each other's company. Boyfriend!Sub!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Soft Dom!Female!Reader | Control Tony and you have been enjoying getting to know each other physically. After a few months together, Tony has finally built up the courage to ask you for what he wants: to be dominated by you. After a few long talks, you have the ideal plan in place where you can experiment in your own safe environment, bringing the pleasure to an entirely new level for both.

[mamamittens]

*unhinged screaming* your follower event, omgomgomgomg!!! Okay, now that I've gotten my excitement out of the way, do you think I could put in a request for Sabo (one piece)? I'm a F! With short brown hair, brown eyes and lightly tan skin. A little chubby and about a head shorter than Sabo. (Actually, I'm about Koala's height). I'm generally optimistic and nice, though I don't put up with people's bs. I'm caring and enjoy having a good time within reason (though I don't like *real* alcohol) and would like to wear lolita clothing. If Sabo and I could get a.... chocolate milkshake with caramel syrup and cherries, add shots of white Russian (cream pie), Jell-O shot, Jager bomb, pink schnapps, black jack, afterburner, brain hemorrhage, and motor oil for me. (Just in case, I'd like to be the sub being edged, restrained, lightly choked, overstimulated and marked.) Yes I know it's a lot, I'm sorry. If you can, thank you! And congratulations!!!!

Welp! Order up! Hope you like it~!

This is an order for my 500+ follower event "Date Shake"! It's running through my ask box until 9/19/23, please refer to this post for context!

Warnings: edging, marking, unprotected sex/creampie, rough sex, choking, and overstimulation.

Word count: 2,899

They looked so good together.

That’s the one thing Sabo heard endlessly whenever he went out with Astra. And he never got tired of hearing it, though it flustered his friend to no end. They were right and they should say it, honestly. It wasn’t just a matter of style and looks.

Though Sabo’s tendency towards posh button ups from his affluent childhood certainly paired well with the sweet lace dresses and blouses Astra so favored. Bows and ribbons adorned her short, soft brown hair that he put in himself every morning upon request. And she always requested. Complaining that he made it look so effortless to weave the fabric into her locks when all he needs to do is tousle his hair a bit.

Their relationship went deeper than ribbons and ribbing, though. All the way back to kindergarten, in fact. When Sabo saw a pretty little girl struggling to buckle her polished shoes and insisted he help her. Dark brown eyes wide with appreciation as she smiled and… well, that was that. He was her staunch friend from that moment onward.

Far past the point of failure most childhood friends fall out during. Sweet and easy summer days all the way to harsh, bitter winters. They alone remained, though never truly alone. And Sabo appreciated it more than he could ever bear to admit. His brothers rambunctious and wild while Astra was just so… sweet and sincere.

He was especially fond of today’s ensemble. Unwittingly matching, they strolled through a new addition to the local art gallery. Rich blue lace ribbon tied around her hair and dress collar. The darker blue fabric of her dress swaying around her knees with every click of her heels, sleeves brushing her wrists in lace trim. Sabo wore his favorite blue silk shirt that nearly matched her dress and couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose.

Sabo had known for a while that he was quite attached to Astra. Hard to deny when he had to restrain himself from taking up every moment of her time and sneering at the idiots who tried to get her number. He had two brothers—he knew the feeling of being protective. But this was… a fair bit beyond that. Sabo certainly never felt this way when his brothers dressed up—although it would be a miracle if Dadan managed to ever make Ace wear a shirt again after the incident with Newgate.

He was getting off track. Luckily, Astra didn’t notice as she admired an old oil painting of the sea. It was quite bewitching to gaze into the painted depths but Sabo found his eyes slipping elsewhere, regardless of the artwork quality. In the carefully curated light of the gallery, Astra was pretty enough to frame on the wall. Soft, warm skin bright against the jewel blue fabric. A study in life and color Sabo found difficult to look away from.

But he simply must!

Huffing to himself, Sabo looked back at the artwork with a soft smile.

Current troubles aside, he was glad Astra was enjoying the exhibit. Shame it was nearly over. The exit mere feet away and three paintings left to admire. It was probably for the best, though. Sabo had gotten distracted enough thinking about pinning her to one of the artworks to see if she would outshine a masterwork of the ages under his hands. More likely to end in an indecency charge of some kind thinking like that.

And he did not want to have that conversation with Gramps.

Sabo sighed, walking close to Astra as they left the art gallery. She paused, steady rhythm of her heels on pavement interrupted with a questioning glance.

“Did you not like the art, Bo?” Astra asked softly with a worried frown. “You look kinda pissed.” She noted. Sabo smiled back down at her and shrugged.

“Oh, no it was good! A nice way to spend a night out. But it still feels too early to call it quits.” Sabo pulled the excuse from his ass, not wanting to admit where his mind was going. He’d long since put his hands in his pockets to refrain from teasing her skirt to feel the soft line of her thighs under ruffles and lace. It felt like a crime to know the socks she was wearing actually went up to her thighs and wasn’t actually stockings.

He should know. He bought them for her birthday.

“You’re right!” Astra laughed, looking up past the peaks of the sky scrappers where the clear sky was still a soft purple from the setting sun. “Way too early to stop here. How about… we have dinner at my place? Pizza maybe?” Sabo snorted.

“What, don’t want to cook?” Sabo teased.

“Nope! And just for the sass, you can pay.” Astra sniffed, much to Sabo’s amusement.

Sabo hadn’t let her pay for a single outing since the third grade when she bought him a very disfigured character ice cream… of what was maybe a dog? Certainly didn’t look like it by the time he got it. Still, point remains standing that she wasn’t going to pay even if he didn’t have ‘sass’.

“Alright, fine.” Sabo sighed dramatically, reaching out to gently pull her closer to him as they passed by another couple going the opposite way. “Pizza it is!”

Sabo dropped the box onto the coffee table and plopped down on the overly stuffed couch cushion. Astra kicking off her shoes in the entryway.

This was their normal Saturday night. They’d go out somewhere, get food, come back to one of their homes, watch a movie, and leave.

But… Sabo didn’t want to do that tonight. He wanted to stay. The restless heat in his chest reaching a fever pitch as he watched her grab two sodas from the fridge. Bending over in the process as the dress flared around her knees. Excess fabric draping over her ass and hips. Not enough to see everything, but enough to remind him of how easy it would be to look. Really, actually see her.

Not startled glances when someone forgot to knock or the polite once-over when they went swimming in the summer. His hands twitched and he grit his teeth, attempting to release the tension.

But the tension remained in his shoulders anyway the entire time they ate. Every movie scene barely glossed over as Sabo found his eyes drawn to Astra tucked under his arm. Dress skirt pooling out and obscuring her legs.

All it would take is to drop his arm and sweep it up her folded legs. She’d probably be a bit cold but he wouldn’t let her freeze for long.

“You feel like a rock, Sabo. What’s got you so tense?” Astra asked during what sounded like an action scene. “We’ve seen this before. You know they don’t die in this battle.” She pointed out with an amused glance.

Sabo smiled back, a little pained at losing track of his thoughts so quickly.

Clearly, this wasn’t something he could just pretend to not feel.

Just like a band aid.

“We’re friends. Right?” Sabo asked, causing Astra to sit up in alarm and look at him with concern.

“Sabo? What’s wrong?!” She asked with wide eyes, glancing around as though the answer was on her shelves. And in a way, it kind of was. Countless pictures of them growing up together lined the walls, collecting dust. And over time, more and more photos caught him gazing fondly down at her. “Of course we are!”

“What if I want more than that? Would you want the same thing?” Sabo spilled, too late to turn back now. No amount of covering his ass would explain away the strangeness of his original question.

“…More? Like what? Sabo, you’re freaking me out.” Astra commented nervously.

Sabo moved, turning towards her and cupping her cheek. Slowly, painfully slowly, Sabo leaned in close. Watching her eyes widen as thoughts raced through her head. Realization, doubt, and confirmation clear in her brown eyes as he got closer.

Sabo’s lips quirked up as he noted she wasn’t stopping him despite the glacial pace he was setting. In fact, she gasped, tipping her chin up and meeting his lips in a soft brush.

That faint slide of her lips across his set his heart alight.

“Like this.” Sabo whispered, pressing hard against her lips in a deep kiss. His hand curling back to support her head as she fell backwards slowly. A low moan tickling his skin as he lapped at her bottom lip. Sucking it between his teeth to nip as she gasped. The moment capitalized on by his tongue sliding across her own.

Astra was laying down beneath him, battle cries fading in the background as Sabo finally rested his hand over her knee and slipped under her skirt. Following the soft fabric until it dipped into her thick thighs. Palm and fingers hot as he stroked the hidden treat, slipping under the hem to snap the band. She moaned, panting as he pulled away to look at her.

Seeing her wide, flustered look as he pressed his fingertips to her damp panties. Mouth falling open with a moan as he rubbed her slick across her clit. Circling the bud slowly as he kissed her neck. Biting and marking the pale column of her throat as she began to squirm, hands fisting his shirt with building shudders. He listened as her breath quickened, heart thundering as he nosed the collar of her dress away from her shoulders to make room for his teeth.

He bit down hard and she keened, the sound curling into a cry as Sabo pulled away his hand before she could truly peak.

Flushed and wanting, Astra swallowed hard and glared at him.

“O-Oi!” Astra whined.

“Answer the question.” Sabo commanded bluntly, smirking as she blinked in confusion. “Tell me you want this.”

“I-I do.” Astra admitted breathlessly. Sabo immediately shot up, slinging her over his shoulder as he stalked to her room. Tossing her onto the bed and closing the door before she could even sit up. Sabo grinned over his shoulder.

“Trust me?” he purred, drinking in the excitement on her face.

“Yes.”

Sabo turned, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it on the floor alongside his undershirt. Confident steps carrying him to the edge of her bed as he grabbed her legs and pulled her further down. She reached back, probably to deal with her dress, but Sabo stopped her with a soft click of his tongue.

“Oh no, let me. I’ve been dying to take this dress off all day~” Sabo hummed, delicately pushing up her dress until her thighs and wet panties were exposed. He pushed open her legs and kneeled for a closer look. Teasingly blowing across the wet fabric. He hooked his fingers into the white lace trim and slowly pulled them down her thighs, pocketing them once they slipped past her feet. “What a pretty cunt for a pretty lady.” He sighed, biting her thigh hard as he watched her clench on nothing.

He sucked on the soft skin, digging in his teeth just shy of drawing blood as his cock ached.

Suddenly, his hair was pulled. Hard.

“Sabo! S-Stop teasing me when I need you!” Astra growled.

Sabo let go of her thigh and grinned, pressing his bared teeth into the darkened mark on her soft skin. He nearly snapped his teeth into a fresh spot as punishment.

But he had a much better idea.

“Alright, alright! I’ll get to it, already.” Sabo acquiesced, moving quickly before she grew suspicious of his sudden change of tone. He sat up and kissed her lips, bracing himself over her as he tugged her hands up into his. Pulling them together before reaching into his pocket.

He tied up her hands in the lacy panties with a grin, flipping her over to reach the buttons up the back of her dress.

“Hey! You can’t take off my dress with my hands tied—did you use my panties?!” Astra huffed as he flicked open the back with practiced hands. Grabbing her skirt and shoving it up her body, laughing as he forced the fabric over her head where it bunched around her hands.

Astra panted, looking over her shoulder in confusion as Sabo leaned down and kissed her again, drinking in her slow submission as she relaxed beneath him. His hands fondling her curves greedily. Twisting and pulling her soft breasts as she sighed.

“S-Sabo~ You’re still teasing me!” Astra whined, ass grinding into his cock.

Huffing, Sabo reached down to his pants, loosening them just enough to free himself as he bit down into her shoulder. The tip of his cock slipping against her wet cunt in a slow grind.

“You keep trying to rush me, baby. You should quit while your ahead~” Sabo warned, gripping her waist as he kept grinding against her pussy. Her breathing picked up when his free hand slipped down her soft belly to pinch her clit. Toying with her roughly as he kept his rhythm. “That’s it. No more talking~” Sabo cooed, still teasing her body.

Her thighs trembled, squeezing his cock as she dripped over him freely. Closer and closer to the edge as he considered if it would be more satisfying to eat her out bent over until she screamed or—

“Sabo~! A-Aaahhn! O-Oh! Oh fuck, s’bo! Sabo!” Astra moaned, shaking as her cute pussy dripped down her thighs, clit pulsing beneath his fingers.

Sabo hissed, removing his hand from her clit and gripping her throat. Pinning her between his hand and chest against the bed. Almost burying her face into the pool of lacy fabric.

“Shut! Up!” Sabo slammed into the hilt, feeling her breathless scream against his palm as he squeezed. She was so fucking tight, he nearly couldn’t make it. Her cunt clenching as he pulled out just to slam back in. “Just take what I give you!”

Sabo pulled her under him further, tilting up her hips to his heavy thrusts as he railed into her cunt. Balls slapping with a wet thud against her pussy as she quivered around him. Strained moans slipping free despite his grip on her throat that only grew more desperate when he squeezed harder.

“You like that, huh? You like finally being fucked? Finally shut you up, didn’t I?” Sabo hissed, driving her into the bed hard enough to rattle the frame with a steady beat.

“A-Ah! Aaaahhhhh!” Astra keened, pussy clenching down. Sabo slammed in as deep as he could go and stayed there, laughing as she whined. Her high dying down slowly as he eased up on her throat. Desperate gasps audible, though muffled in the fabric of her dress. “S-Saaaa~! Oooooooooh!”

Sabo pulled out and started back up again.

Then stopping before she could cum and waiting until she cried out.

Pushing her closer each time with a smile and a sweet kiss despite the growing bruises on her throat.

He did this six times until she was crying, desperately rocking her hips back to try and ride his cock.

“Are you ready to be good, baby?” Sabo asked sweetly, squeezing her throat to cut off a whine as he pulled out of her drenched pussy. After a moment, he eased up.

“Y-Yes! Please! Sabo~oooooooooh~!” Sabo pulled her up against his chest by her throat, slipping his cock back into her hot cunt.

Sabo bounced her on his cock hard and fast. Lips smearing over her cheek as he sought her lips. Despite desperately panting for what little air she was allowed, she kissed him eagerly. Tongues tangling as she started to shake. The sound of her dripping cunt sucking in his cock mixing with the headboard slamming into the wall and the mattress squeaking. Her own moans nothing but pathetic pants around his tongue.

She came with a cry, drenching their thighs as she squirted around his cock still drilling into her. Legs shaking hard as he kept going, her face turning colors as she came again.

“A-Ah-bo~!” Astra swallowed hard when finally let her breath, panting hard as she shook, tears streaming down her face. The coil in his balls snapped, his hips slamming against her ass as he filled her cunt.

The excess dripped down her thighs as he panted, letting go of her throat to pet her hair, kissing her cheeks softly.

When they both calmed down a little, Sabo rubbed his hand up her spine, slotting his palm over the back of her neck.

Slamming her down into the bed with her ass raised. She yelped as he started fucking her again, shaking violently as another orgasm rapidly approached.

“Oh, pretty baby, I’m not through with you yet~” Sabo cooed, leaning back to admire how her socks were now stained with cum and slowly sliding down her thighs. “You wanted me to stop teasing you, didn’t you?” Sabo laughed, palming her ass to admire the thick white ring around his cock that grew with every thrust.

She cried out into her dress, creaming on his cock again. But it wasn’t enough.

“A-Ahhhn~ ‘bo! Bo-oh~!”

It wouldn’t be until she lost her voice and her pretty dress was ruined for good. A shame, but he’d just buy her another one to ruin all over again later.

[the-iceni-bitch]

I’m in Serious Shit

Kinktober Day 20: Slapping

Relationship: warlord!Carol Danvers x fem!reader (Vices Assemble)

Words: ~500

Summary: Carol manages to piss you off.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering, pussy spanking, slight dom/sub vibes, overstimulation), established relationship, no plot, w/w fic, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: another short one!! My goal is to get as many of these done as humanly possible before thanksgiving. I love these two.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

You whimpered uselessly when you came again, your body vibrating while your cunt released all over Carol’s face before you sagged into the bed and barely held on to consciousness.

“Don’t pass out on me now, beautiful.” She grinned when you jolted at the sensation of her smacking your swollen clit, nibbling at the inside of your thigh while she watched your pussy quiver as slick gushed out of you. “Still not done apologizing to you.”

“I already… shit!” You sobbed when she slapped your pussy again, digging your fingers into the plush hotel sheets while you writhed underneath her. “I already forgave you.”

“But I didn’t believe you, baby.” Carol leaned down to kiss your puffy cunt and moaned when she felt you throb against her lips, dipping her tongue inside you and rolling her eyes up so she could watch the ruined look on your face. “C’mon, you know how much I love apologizing to you. And I know I need to, otherwise why would you have slapped me?”

You cursed to yourself under your breath when she started swirling her tongue over your hole again, kicking your feet and feebly trying to crawl up the bed to escape from her. It hadn’t been your fault, she had delayed her flight over twelve hours to deal with whatever shit she wanted to use as an excuse, leaving you to meet with wedding vendors and try to finalize a venue all on your own. Then when she’d finally deigned to show up she thought she could just kiss you and hold you and try to act all sweet and you couldn’t just let her get away with that shit, slapping her when she couldn’t get the hint to keep her hands to herself. Of course, that had led to you getting dragged to the elevator in your hotel by your throat, pinned to the wall while she dared you to slap her again then getting absolutely railed by her fingers when you did it. And now here you were.

“Mmm, oh, that’s it, pretty girl.” Carol released your clit with a wet pop when you came with a wretched cry, humming when you squirted all over her face as she watched your cunt clench and flutter wildly. “Pussy is so fucking pretty when it’s all messy like this. Oh, no no no…”

The sting of her palm landing against your cheek made you gasp, your eyes focusing slowly when she rested her forehead against yours and purred as her hands kept possessively roaming over your body. You just licked your lips while you gazed back at her, whining when she kissed you and wiggling your toes when you felt your limbs starting to wake up.

“There’s my girl.” Carol just pressed kisses all over your face when you gave her a sloppy grin, rolling to the side and pulling you close while you just kept mumbling stupidly. “You’re gonna have to smack me more often, I kinda like apologizing to you like this.”

[australieh]

miserable derelicts

Prompt from HaveHasHad: Hell's Fiction Give me your undercooked, give me your rubbery, give me your falling apart, give me your abominations.  Most of all, give me prose that's fucking raw!  Name of the game is Hell's Fiction but you can submit any old thing – fiction, CNF, poetry, I-don't-know-whats. Just write it like it's about to fumble dinner service and cry in the walk-in fridge.  Max word count 500. Shorties + poems can sub up to 3, totalling 500 words.  Subs are capped at 150.  Can't wait to see who ate. 

Inspired by my time as a server/bartender in the beach town of Busselton, Western Australia - a summer that was salty, sweaty and sweet.

The dream that’d held me in its grip all night slips away as I awake, gasping as if coming up for air. Immediately I feel the remnants of the bottle of grenache I’d sipped like juice the night before, fruity and acidic and lethal. Can feel every crevice of my brain crying out, sucked dry and left deserted.

I fling my blankets off. Reach for my phone, palms slick, and see the time: 1:28pm. Fuck. I slide off the damp sheets, crank the ceiling fan to high. Stand underneath chugging warm water from the nearest half full glass until I can feel my bangs lifting off my slippery forehead.

The ice-cold water on my back is an oasis, jolting me out of my groggy state – though the alertness will only last for the remainder of the shower. The minute I step back out I begin to melt, tugging a comb through the permanent knots in my hair – no time to condition, and no point when the salty ocean water is my only grace after every shift. I am already looking forward to my nightly swim, avoiding the thought of the 8 hours that stand between then and now.

I pull on my work clothes before I am fully dry, water and sweat already mixing at my lower back. My underwear sticks to me like papier mâché, and my thighs rub raw between faded denim shorts. The socks I wore yesterday are still wet, my Vans covering the smell as soon as I squish my feet into them.

I’m fully drenched under my arms again by the time I park my bike behind the brewery, my only saving grace being the black of our t-shirts. The black that signals we are the staff - that we are the ones who sweep up broken glass and scoop leftover aioli out of ramekins. We are the sweaty-necked twenty-somethings who sit on milk crates next to dumpsters eating cold pizza from the mistake table. Our knuckles are cracked, our pores are clogged, and our beer bellies jut out under our aprons. We are miserable derelicts, and we know you all regard us with fear and awe - that you all crave our favour. That a tilt of an eyebrow is enough to get a table of 40-somethings in an uproar. We know our power, and we wield it with grace and visceral intention.

I tie on my apron and wash my hands. I look into my own eyes in the plate sized mirror at the sink. The kitchen bell dings and my nervous system, trained like Pavlov’s dogs, jerks a signal through my veins. The sweat on my arms glistens in the sun coming through the floor length windows. I check the time: 2:04pm. The ocean, 50 metres from our patio, crashes and calls like the spray from the dishy’s rinse nozzle against dirty pans. Seven hours, fifty six minutes to go.

[gallaghersgal]

Just more sub! Lip please… you write him so in character

first of all thank you!!! and second of all,, okaayyyy so this is proof i 100% need to do that sub!lip and vampire reader thing.

thinking of for my “scary” prompts maybe doing some horror themed, and some js like monster themed? like this?? what do we think besties?

my idea is to post every tuesday, thursday, and saturday alternating between fluff/smut/spooky minifics. then one longer work posted on the day of halloween, maybe combining the three?

lmk what we think. and lmk any halloween related ideas you’d like to see! but keep em short and sweet, these fics will be around 300-500 words only!

[amrv-5]

Sub-500 Short & Sweet prompt fills

hello folks! just posting a quick masterlist of all the beejhawk cuddling prompts I wrote off this list for easier access!

being calmed by the familiar feeling of the other's body moulding into theirs

concentrating on the movement of the other's chest

'just a short hug' turning into 'just one more second' turning into 'but I just can't let go of you' + cuddles to keep the other from leaving the bed

counting the other’s freckles/moles while cuddling

cuddles while reading to each other + pulling the other's arms tighter around themselves

cuddles in the bathtub + cuddles while playing with the other’s hair + leaning back against the other while they're hugging them from behind

lifting the other while hugging + slow-dancing turning into a tight embrace

[hintsofhoney]

Are You Trying To Turn Me On?

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: A quick (and rough) fuck in the library with your boyfriend Dean after you (unintentionally) turn him on... and Sam's supposed to be back any minute.

Tags: 18+, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, oral (female receiving), playful Dean at the end, you and Dean give Sam a headache (over how cute you two are not that he’d ever admit it), I may be just a little obsessed with how I ended this 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This was written for @msmarvelouswinchester​‘s 500 followers celebration (cutting it real close to the deadline, I know, I apologize, I’m literally such a procrastinator)! Congrats again on your milestone! My prompt was, “Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?”, which will be in bold (but it’s also the first line lol). Enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?”

You looked up from the book you were reading, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about, Dean?” You sighed, frustrated that he had interrupted your concentration.

“When you’re really concentrating on something, you always bite your lip. Drives me fuckin’ crazy,” he explained with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“We’re supposed to be doing research. Focus!” You scolded, going back to your lore.

“I can’t when you’re in here,” Dean countered, closing his laptop shut.

“Dean, Sam’s gonna be back any minute and he’s gonna be real pissed if we skipped out on research for having sex… again.”

Dean scoffed as he got up from his seat across from you at the library’s table and began making his way over to you. “Sam’s just mad because his girl doesn’t live here. He’d be doin’ the same damn thing.”

“Dean!” You exclaimed, as he grabbed the book you were reading out of your hands and closed it shut, throwing it towards the end of the table. He held out his hand to you and you took it, albeit begrudgingly. “Dean, you know we shouldn’t,” you tried to reason, as he pulled you out of your seat and lifted you onto the table.

“And why’s that, sweetheart?” He asked, his eyes filled with lust and his voice deep and gravelly, as he began kissing on your neck. You stared up at the ceiling as you tried to ignore the shivers being sent down your spine from his lips on your sweet spot.

“W-we have a c-case. Sam will –”

“Stop worryin’ about Sammy, will ya? He ain’t about to have a say over when we can have sex, especially when he’s not even here!” Dean said, pulling away from your neck and staring at you, a serious look on his face.

“Yeah, but, Dean, we’re in the library.”

“And?” Dean asked, going back to your neck. You gulped as he sucked on your sweet spot again.

“H-he could walk in.”

“And he can cover his damn eyes,” Dean smirked, trailing kisses up your neck and jaw until he reached your lips. You smiled into the kiss, releasing all your inhibitions. Dean’s assertiveness was making the heat rise in between your legs and besides, the two of you have already done it nearly everywhere else in the bunker. What difference does the library make? You wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck and your legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss, his fingers pressing bruises into your hips. His hands traveled up your body and under your shirt, breaking the kiss to pull it off of you and push you down onto the table so you were lying on your back. Dean hooked his fingers under the waistband of your pajama shorts, pulling them off your legs in one swift motion. You watched him; your breath caught in your throat from his eagerness. He was hungry for you, and it always made for the best sex. “Keep your arms above your head,” he ordered, and you nodded in response, gripping the upper edge of the table to help you obey his command. He grabbed your ankles and placed your feet on the tale, spreading your legs so your pussy was positioned at the edge of the table, still partially covered by your thong. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy,” Dean groaned as he took in the view in front of him before squatting down to make his face level with your core. You winced as he pulled the thin layer of fabric aside and your cunt came into contact with the cool air. Dean placed the pad of his thumb on your clit, just barely, and began to rub in slow circles as he watched carefully for your reactions. He loved teasing you, bringing you to the edge and then right back down, over and over again. In that moment, you were thankful for the chance that Sam could come in at any moment; you knew Dean wouldn’t be dragging out the merciless teasing for too long. Dean chuckled deeply as you squirmed under his touch, checking to make sure that your hands hadn’t moved from above your head. “Good girl,” he praised, removing his finger and bringing his mouth to your core. He licked a stripe up your folds, stopping to chuckle softly to himself. “Sam’s always tellin’ me to keep my snacks off these library tables… oh, well,” he smirked, looking over your dripping cunt and licking his lips before diving in again. You lifted your hips off the table in attempt to escape Dean’s merciless tongue, but he wrapped his arms around your legs and held you in place as he continued to suck and flick his muscle over your sensitive nub.

“Fuck, Dean,” you breathed, subconsciously bringing one of your hands down to his hair as you got lost in the moment of how good he was making you feel. You realized your mistake as soon as the euphoria stopped and you felt Dean grab your wrist, tsking you for disobeying.

“I really wish you hadn’t done that, sweetheart. You taste so good,” he hummed, roughly moving his tongue between your folds a few more times as to make a point before swiftly standing up and flipping you around, your toes now on the floor as you were bent over the table. You heard Dean fumble with his belt buckle and unzip his jeans before you felt his length up against your thigh. “God, you don’t know how hard I want to fuck you,” he groaned as he moved his cock between your folds, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Do it, then,” you challenged him, knowing that you were going to regret it at some point tomorrow when you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. Your words were all the permission Dean needed to ram into you at full force, his hands gripping at your hips again as he thrusted into you hard and slow.

“That’s – what – you – want?” Dean huffed, punctuating every word with a thrust. You moaned as his cock hit the back of your walls every time.

“Fuck, yes. Faster, Dean, please,” you begged, trying to rock your hips back into him, not that it was doing much due to the grip that he had on you.

“Give me your arms,” Dean ordered, and you quickly let go of the edge of the table and reached out behind your back. Dean grabbed your upper arms and began using them as leverage as he thrusted into you harder and faster.

“Oh, fuck!” You yelped, as Dean hit a part of your insides that was a mix between pleasure and pain. “Dean!” You half-moaned, half-whined, trying to decide if the new angle was painful or enjoyable. You started to try and push your hips further into the table, as to keep Dean from going so deep, but he only followed your movements. “Fuck, Dean, it hurts!” You decided finally, wishing you hadn’t challenged him to fuck you so hard.

“You got a safe word, sweetheart,” Dean reminded you through heavy breaths, as he continued to fuck you hard and fast. He was right, you did have one, but you weren’t experiencing nearly enough pain to be anywhere near using it yet. Dean’s cock hit deep within your walls again.

“Ow, fuck!” You yelped, trying to run your hips away from him again. Dean readjusted his grip on your arms, pinning them down against the table instead of holding them up behind you.

“Either use your safe word or shut up and fuckin’ take it like you asked for,” Dean growled as he leaned in close to your ear. You decided to go with the latter; you knew what you could handle and what was too much, and there was certainly some pleasure mixed in with the way Dean was ramming into you. After a few more seconds, there was almost no pain at all. In fact, Dean was hitting spots you didn’t even know you had, and it was making you scream out in pleasure. Dean reached one hand down between your legs and began rubbing your clit as his thrusts began to feel like they were hitting harder, faster, and deeper than before. You felt the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten, threatening to snap at any moment as Dean continued his motions. You felt your pussy clench around him, causing him to let out a moan. “That’s right, baby, cum for me. Come on my fuckin’ cock,” Dean breathed, as his thrusts got a little sloppier and his fingers remained rubbing circles on your clit. His permission was all you needed to let the coil in you snap, and you all but convulsed as you hit your initial high. Dean kept your hips in place as you rode out your orgasm, thrusting a few more times before you felt his cock twitch inside you, warm spurts of cum coating your walls moments later. Dean practically collapsed on top of you, using his forearms on either side of you to hold himself up as you both caught your breath. He kissed your temple softly, causing you to break out in a smile.

“You’re something else, Dean Winchester, you know that?” You asked, a content sigh leaving your lips.

Dean chuckled. “Right back at ya, Y/N Y/L/N.”

It was then that the both of you heard the bunker’s front door begin to unlock. From where the two of you were, it would only take Sam to walk down the stairs before he’d see the two of you.

“Fuck, here,” Dean breathed, as he shrugged off his flannel and placed it on the table next to you, as your clothes were strewn about the floor and there was no time to pick them up. Dean pulled out of you quickly and you tried your best to stifle a moan as you heard the front door open.

“Hey guys, you find anything?” Sam asked, walking into the bunker. You quickly stood up and turned around, covering yourself with the flannel as Dean put his dick back in his pants and zipped them back up. He was buckling his belt back up when Sam had finally reached the library’s archway, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw what Dean was doing, your clothes in various parts of the room, and Dean’s shirt which you were wearing as a dress. It took him all of three seconds to put the pieces together. “Are you kidding me? Really, Dean? The library!?”

“Hey, she started it!” Dean quickly countered, pointing to you.

You scoffed. “Did not!”

“You put the idea in my head,” Dean teased, looking at you with a grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “Unintentionally!”

“You know, seein’ you in my shirt makes me want to go for round two,” Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully.

“You two are nauseating,” Sam announced, reminding you both that he was still there.

“Whatever, Sammy,” Dean said with a grunt as he lifted you up over his shoulder. You squealed as the motion caught you off guard, but you were thankful that Dean’s flannel was just long enough to cover your ass. “I guess we’ll take it elsewhere,” Dean added, as he walked past his little brother who was still standing in the library’s threshold. You lifted your head up to look at Sam as Dean made his way through the war room and rolled your eyes playfully in reference to Dean’s behavior, hoping Sam wouldn’t take any of this too seriously. You knew you were in the clear when Sam let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head as he looked down at the floor.

“Keep it down, please! I clearly have some research to do!” You heard Sam yell as Dean turned the corner with you still over his shoulder. Dean smirked and smacked your ass, causing you to yelp.

“Dean!” You half laughed, half scolded. “Sorry, Sam! I’ll try to keep him under control!” You yelled back, although all three of you knew that that wasn’t going to happen.

[imo-chan-imagines]

Ok after reading THAT????? U know I want more of ur sweet sweet writing omg soooooooo

Pls feed my inner Oikawa simp? I want him (in multiple ways) but right now imma go with uhhhhhh crying. I don’t care who cries. It can be either one of us.

Tbh the thought of him being so needy he cries?? Hehehehe I have thoughts.

Btw your writing is absolutely incredible and if you are not currently writing a full length novel, maybe consider it!! I’d be ur no. 1 fan and u know it mwah

— Katie (idk if u already knew my name but I did actually change it so here u go)

Oikawa + Dacryphilia | Haikyuu!! Drabble

Oikawa × fem!reader

Prompt 29: 💧 DACRYPHILIA 💧

Warnings: 18+, smutt, dacryphilia, needy + crybaby + sub Oikawa, slightly dom reader (but very caring), begging, brief dry humping, brief handjob, thigh fucking, raw sex, cowgirl, nipple play, pussyjob lmao, multiple male orgasms, he cums all over your thighs + his own stomach heheheh 🤭, 18+/timeskip Oikawa, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: You just know this boy has the prettiest fucking tears you've ever seen (pun intended). Also, you already know this by now, but I am actually writing a book. Nothing like this, though 😅 Anyway, I hope you like it, Katie ♡

Special thanks to @deargalaxy, @taetsukoru, and @its-me-see for popping up in my notifs so much last week! I can't tag two of you, sorry.

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⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

【3:00 am】

Your eyes flutter open as a familiar shape presses into your lower back. Quivering whispers breathe across the nape of your neck.

"Please wake up. Pease wake up. Please wake up–"

Oikawa's pressed up against you, his arms wrapped around your waist, his hips flush with your ass as his boner presses into you.

You shift and groan, and his repetitive whispers cease.

"You're awake!" Relief floods his voice.

"Mm...Tooru, what is it? What's wrong?" you ask, rubbing your eyes.

"I... I– uh..." He can hardly say the words, all his attention focused on not rutting into you without your permission. "N-Need you, Y/N... N-Need to...need to cum. Please, I–"

His whimpering pleas are cut off by an abrupt inhale as you reach behind you, taking his hard cock in your hand and lazily pumping his length through his bed shorts.

"Umh!" he cries out. Oikawa's breaths were already shaking, but now they're ragged, interrupted and punctuated with moans and whimpers.

You've barely touched him, but the fabric around his crotch is already wet and sticky as you palm him.

Heat pools between your thighs.

"You're so turned on," you coo, still shaking off your drowsiness.

His hips rock, and grind, and stutter into your movements, rubbing himself through your fist and up against your back, making him choke out sighs as tears prickle at his eyes and adorn his lashes.

"Wanna fuck my thighs, baby?" you ask, twisting round to look at his face.

Two distinct streams of tears trickles down his cheeks, glinting in the moonlight. You let go of his cock and stroke his hair as he continues to grind against you, feebly humping his clothed cock against your ass.

"Mhm," he sniffles, his arms gripping your waist tighter.

"Okay then, baby. Stop moving for a sec."

He obeys, though his cock protests, and waits patiently as you pull down his shorts, part your legs, and slowly slide him between them. He whimpers as he feels the plush of your thighs closing around him, and pulls himself closer until his hips are pressed against the curve of your ass, nestling himself deep between your legs.

You feel the slick of his precum smear along the inside of your thighs, the shaft of his cock brushing against the swelling folds of your pussy.

The heat of his cock throbs against you, and you roll your hips backwards, corkscrewing his cock between you thighs. Oikawa let's out three little cries, his eyes filling with tears again as you move agonisingly slowly, back and forth, around him.

He makes just as much fuss when you stop, the tears spilling over and moisten your back as he buries his face between your shoulder blades.

"N-No, please. K-Keep moving," he begs. Then he takes in a trembling breath. "Then, c-can I move?"

When you give him permission, he whimpers, moving his hips, thrusting his cock back and forth between your legs. His moans sound in your ear in time with his quickening thrusts, his round, swollen tip sliding against your pussy and nudging your clit.

He's feral, desperate in chasing his release, bucking into you like his life depends on it. But he doesn't last long – no longer than a whole minute before his hips stutter as he cries out, spurting thick, dribbling ropes of cum across your stomach and thighs.

Amid his whimpers and sniffles, he says, "Want more. Please, I w-want more. N-Need to cum again."

His hands tremble as they paw at you. You turn over to face him, climbing on top of him and pinning his hands above his head.

"So greedy," you grin, feeling him harden beneath you. "Just how needy are you?"

Oikawa gulps. "S-So needy. I-I'm so needy, I need to cum again. I need you t-to make me cum again. I'm s-so horny, I- I–"

His Adam's apple is frantically bobbing up and down as he tries to swallow back his tears again. You lean down, still holding his hands above his head, and kiss the streams of tears of the soft curve of his cheek.

'That's right," you coo. "You're my little horny boy. Just look at that. So needy for me that you're crying, isn't that right?"

He nods, deaperately rolling his hips up into you without receiving much relief.

You make him beg just a little longer, your pussy throbbing as you watch him cry for you, begging you to fuck him and make him feel good, before rising up on your knees and slowly taking him inside you.

He whimpers with every inch, crying out his thanks when you finally start moving, fucking his long, pretty cock inside your warm, slopping pussy.

"A-Ah! Yes, thank you! Th-Thank you! Ah! Mm- ahh!" He can't stop babbling out his thanks between sobs as your mouth latches onto his hardened nipples, your tongue stroking and flicking him to whining ecstasy.

As his cock throbs and twitches against the friction of your walls, threatening to release at any moment, your walls begin to contract around him.

His whines and sobs start to rise in pitch at he nears the edge. But before you allow yourself to cum, you let him to slip out.

"N-No, please! F-Finish...Let me finish," he mewls. You wipe away his tears as he blubbers beneath you.

"Shh, don't worry. You will," you whisper as you start to roll your hips back and forth, running your pussy along the length of his shaft.

You curl you hips under, grinding your clit against his throbbing cock, drenching him in your juices as you ride him to his high.

He cries out a long, pathetic moan as his cock pulses against the folds of your pussy, painting his own stomach with the thick, white ropes, as droplets of tears roll off his jaw and onto the pillow.

The sight and sensation makes you cum almost as quickly, rutting against his cock through the waves of your orgasm shuddering though you, creaming all over his cock, still cumming underneath you.

As you lie down beside him again, each helping to clean to other, you tenderly dry his eyes, kissing his cheeks and closed eyelids.

You feel your sleep calling back to you as he rests his head against you, his hair soft and fluffy against your collarbone.

"Tooru," you mumble, your eyes closing. "You really are too pretty when you cry."

© imo-chan-imagines 2021

[shwazzberryswriting]

Welcome to the NCT Teahouse Series!

In celebration of 200 followers I'm opening my Asks for fics I want to write for an Edo Era Teahouse Universe!

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Dong Sicheng (Winwin): The new Teaboy is a nervous wreck, but his earnest effort is charming. Once alone for the evening, Sicheng reveals a more assertive side in his tea ceremony…

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500+ follower event!

As decided by popular vote, a food themed ask box event!

Running from 9-12-23 to 9-19-23, hopefully the menu makes sense!

Milkshake themed!

Here’s our menu for the special 500+ follower event running from 9-12-23 to 9-19-23! To enter your order, just put it in my ask box! I may suspend the ask box if I get overwhelmed, but all asks put in during this time frame are eligible for this event.

Who can go on an order? Why, you and a character of your choice as long as they are +18. Please clarify if this is a character from a specific fandom, otherwise I will assume One Piece as that’s my most active fandom at this time.

For yourself, please include a short description for your pronouns (F!, M!, GN!, AFAB, and AMAB), appearance, style, and personality. I just need a reasonable amount of information to write your stand in with. If there’s a particular quirk or detail you want focus put on, please do include it!

If I’ve written for you before, an OC may go in your place! I’m sticking to just what’s in the ask box, so if you don’t include it, I won’t know!

All I ask is that you keep it relatively simple, polite, and short since I don’t know if there’s a character limit to the ask box. Should you need multiple asks, make it clear which are yours.

If you intend to ask for a +18 order (smut), I advise you to be at least 18 as I voluntarily flag all my +18 content. In this particular context, I especially need to know AFAB/AMAB so I may write appropriately.

Flavor – Universe

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Chocolate – Modern

Toffee – coffee shop au

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Add ins – Relationship

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Alice in Wonderland – Size Kink

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Jager Bomb – Rough Sex (Extra strong is hate sex)

Green Tea shot – Soft Sex

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Black Jack – Restraints

Brain Hemorrhage - Overstimulation

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[bearcina]

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

ADA/Female Captain. First person (Ophelia). Explicit. Dom/Sub. Worship. Take Me To Church - Hozier. Pwp.

Short 500 word pwp, filthy smut.i love ADA and this was the first thing I thought about. It's written in first person from Ophelia's POV and is truly indulgent. Completely unbetad.

(AO3)

"Kneel." She commanded, and I complied.

My knees collided with the hard steel of the ships' floor, it hurt. There would be bruises in the morning.

My goddess looked down upon me from her altar, and smirked. She crossed one leg over the other, gracefully leaning back onto her hands.

"Crawl to me, love." She demanded easily, tilting her head effortlessly to watch as I lowered to my hands and crawled forward to kneel at her feet.

I knelt at her feet, and looked up at her beauty.

I wanted to reach up and touch the goddess of my life. Her beauty was radiant, her firey hair shone under the candlelight and her glowing eyes bore into my soul.

"No touching, just watch." She purred, her voice smooth and lustful. I nodded, hands in my lap.

My goddess smirked and opened her legs to reveal her bare, soaking cunt. She knelt back on a singular elbow and ran her hand over her hip to her folds.

She dipped two of her fingers into her dripping opening with a sigh of relief. I could do nothing but breathlessly watch her leisurely pump her slick digits in and out of her clenching cunt. I wanted nothing more than to lick her fingers clean and fuck her with my tongue instead.

I had to bite my lip to keep my needy moans and whines from slipping out, my goddess was passionately pleasuring herself in front of my eyes and I could do nothing but watch.

"Come here, I want your mouth." My goddess growled. "No hands, just your mouth." She slipped her slick fingers out of her wet hole.

"Yes, my goddess." I breathed, shuffling closer to lean in to worship her cunt.

I opened my mouth and delicately licked from her twitching entrance to her swollen clit. I licked and nipped at her folds, earning a languid moan and her hand in my hair.

My goddess was sweet, her taste was intoxicating and her moans were like honey.

I looked up at her exalted form, her head was thrown back and she played with one of her nipples. She grabbed my hair harder, pressing me deeper into her slick folds.

"Make me cum." She ordered, groaning when I redoubled my efforts in lapping at her opening and fucking her with my tongue. I hummed affirmatively, letting the vibrations travel into her sweet cunt. I was rewarded with her luxurious moans and groans, she pulled my hair and pushed me deeper.

She was close, her thighs were trembling just beside my head.

It didn't take but a few moments more for me to be rewarded with her honeyed cum gushing onto my face and into my mouth. I thanked her for the sweet reward with needy moans of my own and I drank it all up eagerly until she pulled me back by my hair.

I looked back up at her blissfully with a sated smile, my own cunt was throbbing and surely dripping down my thighs, but there was no better reward than that of pleasing the goddess of my life as she will surely bless me with the sweet reward of release later.