#sucking and nipping and lapping over the hickies with his tongue

[nateezfics]

[evilgwrl]

TF 141 x Reader (Apocalypse!AU)

Immune: Twelve

WARNING: This is a 18+ Poly!141 series (MDNI)

CW: Genuinely this is pure filth, THREESOME!!!!! (MxFxM), food play (with an apple [nothing internal]), oral sex (f&m receiving), choking, praise, hints to a gang bang, reverse cowgirl, spanking, hickies, titty sucking, overstimulation, possessive behaviour from Mr Simon, slight asphyxiation

Taglist: @waves-against-a-cliff @echo9821 @beebeechaos @h3art3at3rr @johannxseb @cndy-l0v3 @nylluns @pomegranategum @tapioca-marzipan

Masterlist

P.S Barry Sloane (aka Captain Price) I love you

P.S.S I also wrote this listening to Closer by NIN

The taste of his skin was salted, a magnitude of sweat and work lacing every indent of his flesh as he worked his thumb into the heat of your mouth, pulsing tongue wrapping around the digit like you were famished. You didn’t need to look at the former Captain to feel his gaze, a flurry of overblown pupils tainting every vision of skin that fell in his view.

Simon’s grip was molten, staining your ribcage as it crumbled under his touch, perked nipples presented under scalding air. His eyes were sinister, consumed by blackened holes of greed as his lips found your neck, tugging the tender dermis between gritted teeth with a suck.

The apple was warm, juices seeping between Price’s canines as Simon laid you down, swollen arm wrapping around your left leg to hold it open, his mouth drooling across your chest in a ludicrous manner. Thick strings of spit fell across hardened buds, the Lieutenant’s tongue imposing on their sensitivity.

Your head tilted as Price smiled at you, holding the fruit to your mouth before you bit down, a spray of liquid cascading down your chin as it stuck to your neck, a small puddle of sweetness catching between your collarbones. His grip was tight, squishing the browning flesh over you as he drenched your breasts with the tasteful substance, a trail leading just above your pubic area.

Simon was quick, lapping at the residue on your chest, all the way to your neck, hooking your leg up as your mound fluttered, open for Price’s gaze as his mouth met your abdomen, trailing his tongue as he pressed against the nectar he poured across you. Gritted teeth nipped at your stomach as you gasped, bucking your hips reactively.

Ghost’s mouth was quick against yours, the taste of apple almost vulgar as he racked his tongue into your mouth, pushing against your own in an arrogant fight for dominance. Your cry into his mouth was taboo, almost pornographic, as you felt Price spread your cunt open, tangy slick drooling between exposed folds. Invasive digits pressed against your hooded clit, catching the way your body jolted, thighs attempting to shut as a whack sounded against the fat of your leg.

“Keep your legs open,” the oldest man hissed, his beard pricking against your nether region as he pressed his nose against it, inhaling. Simon smirked against your mouth, biting down on your tongue as you whined, the taste of metallic pooling into both of your tastebuds as his hand found your neck, coiling around it in a vast movement, his lips now against your earlobe as he suckled the flesh into his jaws.

“Pri-“

Your words were cut off by his tongue, the intrusive muscle diving in between your pussy with a grin as he growled into your heat, tongue lapping at your beckoning hole with torment. Your eyes squeezed shut instantly, moans strangled out by Simon’s grip against your throat as he kissed you again, tainting your delicate skin with pebbles of internal bruises.

Simon’s words were thick against your mouth, drawing you in with every syllable, “We’ll never let anyone else near you, you understand me? All ours.”

Your nod was vicious as you groaned into the kiss, a needy, ‘please’ leaving your constricted throat at the possessiveness in his tone. Your head was foggy, wracked with nothing but pleasure. You were distracted, body compliant to the men before you as you gravelled in the attention.

Price was desperate, slurping at your cunt with hunger as he gripped your right thigh, digging his nails into your skin with every lap. His beard was drenched, soaked in the taste of your slick as his forefinger hitched at your clit, dragging the bead in a circular motion, his tongue focused on fucking your wanton entrance.

You were shellshocked – almost unable to breathe from the stimulation, your body on fire from the animosity of pleasure. Simon’s attention fell back on your tits, groping one as he sucked on the other, almost uncontrollably, as he switched between the two.

Your orgasm was growing fast, yet painfully slow, holding your belly in a tight coil, freezing you up in fulfilment as your chest hicked, the air from your lungs sucked into your ears with a growing buzz before you choked out a scream, your clit throbbing intensely as Price continued his abuse, slurping as he bullied your pulsing bead.

“Good fucking girl,” the man growled against you, your body writhing as unshed tears met your eyes, back cascading into an arch as you whined, attempting to buck him off with your hips.

His movements felt relentless, overwhelming, yet it was even worse when he pulled away, a zephyr rushing to your exposed, swollen cunt. Simon’s hands quickly found your heat, working two fingers between drenched folds as you rutted.

“N-No Simon – it’s too much-“

Price’s laugh was brutal, watching your thighs stutter against the sheets, every movement sent to your chest. His cock was painfully hard, stretched across his pants as he watched your hand dip under the covers, tugging at Simon’s shaft in a twisting motion as the man hitched his movements for a brief second before tugging you on top of him.

Your mound was quick to meet his length, clit caught on a bulging vein as you moved against it, mouth wide open with pleasure. The Lieutenant’s hiss was noticeable as his hand found your ass, dragging you along his cock with familiarity. Price folded his arms, watching the two of you, before his fingers wrapped around his boxers with a harsh squeeze, his zipper spluttering, tugging his length out of confinement.

The scene seemed unlawful, a different genre of taboo as John’s hand found your hair, stroking your scalp gently, working your locks in between scarred fingers. You were fast to turn, your ass facing Simon as horny fingers delved into the flesh, eliciting a quiet groan from the man underneath you. Your hips were raised as he ran his cock through your slit, pearly beads of precum sticking to your slick in a lewd manner before he circled your hole with desperation, clutching onto you as you lowered, a hoarse moan leaving your lips.

He was everywhere, searing through your cunt with certainty as he worked himself into you, rigid cock tainting your pillowy walls as your mouth transfixed into an ‘o’ shape, the colour of your eyes turning a starchy white.

“So fucking gorgeous, ain’t you?” Price cooed, running a finger over your spit-swollen lips, rubbing at your teeth in a back-and-forth motion. Your smile was subtle, your hair falling over your eyes as you leaned forward, taking his cock into your hand, your body jutting forward as Simon fucked up, a pained whine elicited from you.

“Tha’s it, just like that,” Simon uttered, running a hand over the fat of your backside as you adjusted just above his stomach, the other’s man dick moments from your face. Neediness adorned your features as the Captain held your hair back in his hand, a fat glob of spit falling from your lips as it landed across his shaft, your fingers quickly working it into the skin.

Your mouth was hot, a layer of sweat coating your body as you took his length into your wet crevice, your tongue itching out to kitten lick the tip, the salty taste of his anticipation coating your taste buds.

It was almost like an initiation, John’s eyes met Simon’s with a curt nod, the man below you beginning to fuck up into your wet heat, a grunt leaving his lips at how tight you wrapped around him. Your mouth was wide, inviting the oldest man in with ease as he guided you across his length with your hair, a gag sounding across the room as he pushed further down your tongue.

With your cheeks hollowed, you stared up at Price, eyes wide with pleasure, glossy with tears. His face was contorted with pleasure, beard still wet from his previous activities as he used your mouth, working himself off with your tongue.

Simon’s thrusts were forceful, sending the other’s cock further down your lips, the fuzz of his pubes brushing against the tip of your nose as you gagged and spluttered, spit drooling from the sides. You were a blubbering mess, choking against Price’s length in a pornographic picture as he rutted down your throat, kissing your tonsils with a bruise.

Your hand found his hip, gripping the tender flesh as you swallowed around him, crying out as Simon brushed against your sweet spot, your cunt clenching.

“So fucking tight – fuckin’ perfect,” the Lieutenant spat, his hands smacking down on your ass with every deep thrust.  Price watched your eyes roll back, your tongue flat as he ran his cock against it, chasing his orgasm both from fucking your face and the pure sight of you.

“Gonna cum down this pretty throat, hm?”

You nodded, head bobbing as you gagged, meeting every shallow thrust the Captain pushed into your mouth. Your body was on fire, fuelled by being used by the two men inside you.

Your cervix was kissed, split open by the throbbing cock inside you, milking his length with selfish intent, desperate to feel him. All the air was knocked from your lungs, your body only focusing on the intense pleasure you were both giving and receiving.

John’s thrusts grew sloppier, your cheeks hollowing further as he jolted, pressing you against his pudgy abdomen with a grunt before hot spurts of cum choked down your throat, streams of tears leaking from your wide eyes. You were quick to swallow, your mouth burning with a lack of oxygen as the man pulled away, panting.

Your chest heaved, catching your breath before you let out a strained whine, Simon’s hips meeting yours as he pushed you further down onto him, hitting the deepest spot possible with every quick thrust. Your breasts shook, John’s hand quick to grope at them as he pulled you into a kiss.

“Did – so fucking – good for me, for both of us,” he growled, stroking your cheek as you smiled against his lips. He could no doubt taste himself and that somehow made it hotter, your cunt clenching further around Simon.

“Dirty girl enjoys being used by the both of us, imagine her with all four,” Simon laughed, his balls slapping against your cunt with every pound.

Your words were mousy as you whispered out, “Yes, please.” The Lieutenant only growled as he pushed you forward, your chest knocking against Price with a harsh sensation.

“That’s it, baby,” John murmured, pulling away to stare at you, cerulean eyes bloodshot with contentment.

Simon practically choked on the air as he pulled out, his cock throbbing as he spluttered cum against your ass, strings of ivory staining your skin in an obscene manner, your body collapsing against the Captain.

“Jesus Christ,” you whined, still unable to fill your lungs with oxygen as you croaked out a giggle.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked, moving your hair to the side before he laced a kiss against your neck, a litter of purple marks staining your skin.

“Perfect.”

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 7th

Day 7: Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play

Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Vaginal sex, cock riding, biting, hickies, begging, submissive Whiskey, teasing

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“Uh, Whiskey?” Jack looks up from examining the amber tone of the newest batch of Statesman that had been un-barrelled and bottled, sniffing the oaky rich notes and was satisfied with the hint of cloves and honey. It will be a good vintage, one that he had personally crafted and he was just about to put it to his lips to taste when he’s interrupted. 

Looking up, he finds Champ, aka Agent Champagne, his boss - staring at his neck. Making him frown at the bewildered and slightly bemused expression on the older man’s face. “What is it?” He asks, setting down the glass and reaching up, his brows pulling together even more when he feels a tender abrasion that has been exposed as his collar moved down, pulled tighter as he had sat. Making his own embarrassment bloom on his face as he realizes what Champ is staring at. 

****

“Fuuuuuuuck, sugar.” It’s hotter than fucking Satan’s ass in the middle of July, but he’s not going to even fucking complain. Your sweat slick body writhing on top of him, your cunt wrapped around his cock, bouncing on it so expertly that it makes his toes curl every time you settle on him. His head tips back, eyes closed as you kiss down his jaw. 

You hum, the sound almost a growl as you reach up and start to tangle your fingers into his sweaty hair, holding onto him like you are riding a bull. Putting a little more roll into your hips as your teeth come out and you scrap them over his skin. 

“Oh shit.” Jack hisses, his cock twitching in an instinctive reaction to your little nip and making you giggle. 

“You like that, baby?” You coo, your voice dripping with sex and honey, just the way he likes it. You nibble at his throat again and he moans softly, his cock jolting inside your walls again. Even if he denies it, his body is telling you that he loves what you’re doing. 

“Hmmmmm.” You smirk and open your mouth wider, letting your teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of his neck, right above the pulse and dig in. 

Your name falls as a whimper from his lips, his own fingers digging impossibly tight into your hips. Holding you there rather than trying to push you away. You know Jack is stronger than you are, you have seen him in action. If he didn’t want this, he could easily stop it. 

The fact that he doesn’t makes you feral. Sucking and biting more and more. The same spot over and over again until he is wearing an impression of your teeth in the smooth, tanned skin of his vulnerable throat. A bruise is already starting to bloom under the surface from where the pressure of your mouth has broken capillaries. 

“Goddamn.” He pants, rocking his hips up into you, needing and wanting more of your cunt while you lose yourself in the taste of his sweat and the beauty of marking his body as your own. “Sugar, you gotta- I need-” 

He whines again when your tongue presses at the hollow of his throat, your teeth scraping over his Adam’s apple. He’s never been one to give up too much control, but right now, it’s like you’ve lassoed him to the bed and he can do nothing more than bed for you. Chills racing up his spin every time your teeth bite into his flesh and his body pulls tight in pleasure. 

“I know what you need.” You tease, lapping at the latest mark and then deciding to suck on it again. Enjoying the tightening of his core and the melting of his limbs as you put another set of bitemarks to his shoulder after you’re satisfied with one right above his collarbone. 

His chest becomes your canvas, your mouth the paintbrush. Bruises and impressions start to form a pattern over his skin. Making him whine and squirm ever more, groaning in protest when you actually pull off his cock so you can move down his body. 

Another bruise on his hip bone, making sure that it will be vivid when it fully forms, imagining the way it will look when his low slung jeans rest right below it. It makes your now empty cunt clench around nothing and you moan before you move to give him a matching mark on the right side. 

Jack Daniel whines when you bite right next to the base of his cock. You don’t apply as much pressure as you do on the less sensitive areas, but the shudder of his thighs and lovely little spurt of pre-cum that beads up against his belly and slides down his stomach gives away how much he likes this. 

Your tongue teases his balls, making him gasp and they draw tight, as if he is about to cum, but you move away and his groan is heavy with disappointment. 

Focusing on his thighs. You always love how thick and strong they are. Able to ride a bull and hold tight, they are tight with need and anticipation as you smirk up at him, your face planted right at the most sensitive inner portion. 

“Cock tease.” He blows out a half breath, half laugh as he looks down at you. “You might as well make your mark there, too.” He pants, making your smirk at the way he makes begging seem like he’s going you a favor. He wants this just as much as you do, maybe even more. 

You blow on his skin, making him hiss before you finally give him what he wants. Your mouth suctioned to his skin, pulling it harshly before you pull away and bite around the mark. Only to do it all over again under there is a change in the skin. The slight puffiness of where it has been sucked on, the discoloration and then the indentions that are so close to breaking the skin that they are bruising as well. 

Jack looks drunk, his eyes heavy and his chest heaving, so close to just giving in and cumming untouched from the attention of your mouth. “Sugar.” He slurs the soft praise. “Goddamn, c’mere.” He reaches down and urges you back up his body. “I fucking need to be inside you when I blow my load.” 

You nip his hip again and giggle when he moans, your teeth carving the path back up his body. 

****

“Jack?” He doesn’t hear him say his name the first time. “Earth to Jack.” 

Jack squirms slightly, pulling his collar and covering up the bruises and bitemarks that could be seen and shooting Champ an innocent look. “Training injury.” He lies, knowing that the man would never believe that for a second. 

Champagne snorts and shakes his head, turning back to the bar cart with a chuckle. “I’ll have to get Ginger to get the nanites to get rid of it for you.” He offers, smirking to himself. 

“No.” Jack shakes his head quickly, picking up his whiskey glass to lips to hide his grin. “I’m good.” 

[bell4jo]

Friends

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: words like pussy, cunt, folds, hole, t-dick, and dick are used to describe privates, masturbating in front of each other, fingering, overstim (?), mentions of blood but its not a lot, biting, hickies, cunnilingus, after care hell yeah, ignore any errors pls i dont feel like rereading this again

Character(s)/Reader: Top Trans Male Reader x Bottom Trans Male Scaramouche

'How the fuck did I get to this moment?'

That was all you could think as your best friend was sitting on your lap making out with you while your hand was down his pants, teasing and rubbing his t-dick.

One moment you guys were arguing over which youtuber to watch for the night. The next you guys are kissing and grinding on each other, which led to you feeling up and playing with Scara's needy cunt. Your fingers slid up and down his wet folds before making direct contact with his dick, making him twitch every time.

After a few minutes of teasing, you moved your hands to his waistband and pulled off his pajama pants and underwear. His pussy was practically dripping onto your bottoms, so wet and sensitive. He looked delicious. Your hand moved back down to his soaked cunt and, slowly, you slid a finger inside of him.

"Fucking finally." He breathed out as you entered him. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sass he still had even while being touched so intimately. You slid your finger in and out before pushing in another one, making Scara moan at how full he felt. His fingers definitely didn't fill him this much, but yours were perfect. They hit the right spot as they thrusted at just the right speed. He wished you guys had done this sooner.

"You gonna cum baby?" You whispered as he got even whinier. He nodded quickly as he rested his head on your shoulder. Just as he came, he bit hard into your shoulder. Barely enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a bruise. You didn't mind though. It was kind of hot knowing he basically marked you.

You pulled your fingers out so Scara could sit properly and calm down. Your bottoms were covered in his cum and juices, as were his thighs. You held him close and ran your clean fingers through his hair until finally, he was calm. You still weren't done though. One orgasm out of him didn't satisfy you.

"Can I eat you out?" You asked as you rubbed his back. Scara sat up straight so he could look you in the eyes.

"Wh- I just came." He said.

"I want to make you cum again." Scara couldn't control the butterflies that erupted in his stomach from your words.

"Don't you want to cum too?" He asked. You shook your head.

"I'm okay with just making you feel good. That's enough to get me off." You explained. Scara just nodded before laying down on his back and parting his legs. You sat in front of him and moved your hands to the sweater you lent him, bunching it up right under his chest so his stomach is exposed. You kissed down his stomach and sides, nipping and sucking at random areas so he was marked.

Eventually, you made it down to his dripping cunt. It was even prettier up close. You just wanted to devour him. You flicked your tongue across his t-dick, making him flinch. He was so sensitive from orgasming before, this was going to be fun. You moved your tongue down to his hole and licked up to his dick, continuing this movement so you could lap up all of the cum from earlier. He tasted divine. You could stay between his legs for hours just tasting him, making him cum over and over so you could get more of him on your tongue.

Scara's hands moved to grip your hair as you licked at him, pulling it whenever you swirled your tongue on his t-dick. It was embarrassing how loud you were making him just from your tongue. He wanted to hold back his moans, but you felt too fucking good. Hearing himself whimper and whine made him feel so powerless, so submissive. It was weird, but he enjoyed it.

"Shit (Name) i-i'm cl-close." Scara warned as he gripped your hair tighter. You moved your lips up to his dick and sucked on it, making Scara let out the cutest moan. He bucked his hips into your mouth as you kept sucking him until finally, he came. Scara pulled at your hair the hardest he did all night as he came on your face, his whole body trembling from how intense it was.

You pulled your lips off of him and quickly got a towel so you could clean up. There was no saving your sheets, but you didn't care. You carefully cleaned up Scara as he was recovering from his orgasm, and got him some new bottoms to put on.

Scara fell asleep in your arms after you finished cleaning up. You watched your tv on low volume as he snuggled against you. You didn't know what you guys were now, or if anything would change at all. You were just happy you got to experience it. You had been wanting it for a while after all.

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Yay! New story! I finally gathered the motivation to create this, so I hope you guys enjoy! I'll try my hardest to write more stories again, but my life has been quite hectic lately, so I can't promise i'll fully return yet! I am definitely not abandoning this account though :)

[fairytsuk1]

Alex baby trapping you 😫

alex trying to give you a baby <3

alex knows you very well. he knows your passwords, what you like to do, that's normal! it's normal to check your period tracker app and let his mouth grow dry. you're ovulating... it all made sense now!

that's why your hands kept wandering whenever alex was doing nothing important, or how you slot your hips against his every moment you can. you wanted a baby. a baby. he could give it to you. you already love when he cums inside you, he smirks at the thought of your hands pulling hair from his scalp as you arch against his chest, "fuck, cum inside me, please. w-wanna feel you breed me, oh!!"

well, if that's what you want. if you want him to creampie you... he's going to give it everything he has.

it's easy, you're comfortable with each other and you don't suspect anything amiss when he cooks your favorite meal and pours the most delicious wine. all you can do is feel that much more attracted to him when he showers you with attention. not that it was rare, but things had to be perfect tonight.

"do you wanna watch tv in bed, baby?"

he asks so sweetly in your ear as you curl into his side. he tries not to think about how your face gets red when his hands brush the edge of your sweatpants, fingers just about to dip under the fabric before he teasingly pulls away with a lingering finger trailing up your waist. he tries not to think about how your flushed face reveals all the naughty thoughts coursing through your mind.

you grin at him with a nod, and he's never wanted to pin you down more. the both of you act like shy teenagers as you fumble up the stairs with giggles and soft kisses. you settle into the bed easily as you sink into the plush mattress. alex crawls to be on top of you and there's something darker in his eyes as he draws you in for a kiss so sticky it's like molasses. he wants you, he needs you.

clearly you want him too with how you pull him closer and nip at his bottom lip, "mhm, careful, baby."

"you like it," you mumble haughtily. "and i love kissing you, so..."

"yeah, and you like being fucked by me," he licks a long stripe up your jaw. "so, be good."

he eases you into a mock sense of safety. he sucks hickies that barely sting and gropes your tits just the way you love. you get so needy with your bucking hips and soaked panties. he drags his fingers over your folds and you let out such a delicious sound that makes his cock throb.

he works you, fingers easily pumping into you as he coos, “so desperate and needy. solo necesitas mi, solo quieres mi.”

he makes you cum once on his fingers, then again on his tongue as he swirls your clit between pink lips. he’s so messy about it too. he laps at your whole, wet and messy as his fingers dig into your thigh.

“god, you’re fucking creaming already…”

he sighs raggedly, face glistening with arousal that you can taste when he kisses you. you taste yourself on his tongue and alex looks like a wreck, “‘lex, please, i-i need you.”

“do you?” he smirks, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to reveal his pulsing cock. it bobs against his lower stomach and smears pre-cum against his navel; his eyes stay focused on your hole and how you clench around nothing. “i don’t think you want it bad enough.”

“alex—“ you start to act out, foot caught in a firm grip as you try to kick at him. “i wanna feel your cock…”

“mhm, i’m not convinced,” he mumbles languidly as he folds you in half. “tell me you want me to fuck you.”

you could cry with how his thumb brushes over your oversensitive clit, legs shaking with nowhere to go as alex watches you carefully. you stay silent, whining, but your boyfriend pays no mind as he shallowly thrusts between your folds. there’s no way you could say no.

“…i need you to fuck me, alex.” he almost think you’re going to snark back, but then your eyes glaze over and he knows. “i-i’m so horny, i need to feel you. i love how you push me down and make me take it, please—“

yeah, he knows how much you love it.

he leaves you gasping for air as he sinks in, groaning lowly and breathing to keep from cumming too fast, “jesus christ. you’re always so tight baby, love fucking your pussy. always so pretty for me.”

you’ve taken him a billion times before, but this feels different. feels purposeful the way he angles his hips upwards and pulls back slowly; every heavy drag of his dick making you mewl for more. it’s a mix of panting breaths, of neediness… he loses his head a bit.

“your pussy craves me, y’know? fu-uuck. she needs me, need to fuck a baby into you, mi amor.”

you’re too fucked out to even realize the precarious position you’re in. your eyes are rolled back and you cry out praises, “yesyesyes! i wanna be bred by you, ohmygod.”

“gonna cum? nngh, i’m so close,” he gasps, thumb making quick circles as his balls slap against your ass. “oh, fuckkk. love fucking you, i love you!!”

he groans into your neck as your walls suck him in deeper, painted white as he slams his hips against yours and stays there. it feels like you see stars, and the two of you stay interlocked as you come back to reality.

“god, look at that…”

he murmurs quietly, watching how his softening cock pulls out and leaves a dribble of cum spilling out of you. he commits the picture to memore and then glances at you in bliss. he leaves soft kisses on your legs, fingers deftly massaging your calves as he whispers.

“we should try again, for good measure.”

[campingwiththecharmings]

Eat You Up

AN: Third fic for @moonknight-events’ MK Bingo! Hope y'all enjoy 😌❤️

PWP. You're watching a movie with Marc and get a bit...distracted.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Prompt: Biting Words: 985 Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader Warnings: pwp, kissing, frottage, biting, licking, sucking (aka giving hickies), sub!Marc, slight praise kink. AO3

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You’re beside Marc on the couch, head resting on his shoulder as you both sit and watch that movie your co-worker kept recommending. It was okay, a little predictable but enjoyable all the same. Not enough to hold your attention though, sadly. Truth be told, you’re having trouble focusing on anything but him, on anything but Marc—on the warm, solid press of him against you, on the familiar scent of him surrounding you, comforting you— 

You turn your face toward him, your nose brushing against his neck. His arm tightens around you at the touch, pulling you closer, and you let him. You both resettle, your hand now resting against his chest as you nuzzle your nose against a random spot at the base of his neck. His skin is soft, like velvet, and you can’t help it when your eyes involuntarily fall shut, savoring the feel of him. You bury your face there, inhaling deeply, your lips grazing over his collarbone. He smells so good, warm and clean and a little woodsy. It makes your mouth water, and you can’t stop yourself from licking tentatively at his skin. You sigh softly at the familiar taste of him, his skin salty yet somehow still sweet. 

You hear his breath hitch, feel his body shift beside you and smile softly, gently nipping at his olive skin. His hand clenches slightly where it rests on your shoulder, bunching up the fabric of your shirt, his throat bobbing as he swallows. He doesn’t try to stop you though, so you continue, licking and nipping at that same spot.  

You do get a little carried away, giving up all pretense of watching the movie as you crawl into his lap to straddle him. Your knees are on either side of his hips, his fingers twisting in the back of your shirt as you gently grind against him. He groans softly as you bury your face in his neck again, his head falling to rest against the back of the couch.  

You start off soft and slow, gently sucking at his skin, your tongue soothing the marks left behind. Marc is completely at your mercy, his hands drifting down to settle on your hips as you devour his neck. Your teeth graze over his bruised skin and he shivers, his hips pushing up into yours involuntarily. You moan softly at the friction between your legs, the vibration against his skin making his grip on you tighten. 

You nip at him again, this time a little harder, your lips surrounding the bruise as you add a little suction. Marc hisses, his fingers digging into your sides, and you wonder, just for a moment, if you could make him come like this, with just your mouth and teeth and tongue— 

“Baby,” he groans, lifting his hand to cup the back of your head, wordlessly asking you to slow down. 

You relent, pressing a kiss against his abused skin before pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. He looks wrecked, hair mussed, lips parted, his breaths leaving him in pants. You smile softly at the sight, reaching out to push your hand through his curls. Marc leans into it, his eyes heavy lidded as they lovingly rove your face. 

Your gaze is drawn back to the bruises on his neck, the color of them darkening more and more by the minute. You chew your bottom lip, eyes glued to the marks, all scattered across the base of his neck like a necklace—you like them, like seeing them, that reminder that Marc is yours and no one else's. Yours. He’s yours.  

A molten heat wells inside you at the thought and settles in your core. You drag your eyes back up his delectable neck, licking your lips at the expanse of unmarked skin. You make it as far as his mouth before you lean in, claiming his lips in a deep, languid kiss. His groan is muffled as you shift, sliding forward slightly to press yourself against his front, your arms winding around his neck, fingers plunging into his hair. Marc pushes his hips up into yours, using his grip on you to drag you over his clothed length. You can’t help but moan, pulling back from the kiss with his bottom lip between your teeth. He groans, eyebrows furrowing slightly before you release him with a pop.  

He gazes up at you, his beautiful brown eyes full of love and unslaked lust, and suddenly you want nothing more than to watch him fall apart. You lean in, pressing your foreheads together, your mouth hovering over his as you start to move in his lap. His eyes fall shut in pleasure, his breath leaving him in huffs. 

“So good, baby,” he slurs, his hands grasping your hips as you increase your pace. 

He meets your movements with his own, grinding his cock up against your core. You gasp in pleasure, moving faster, harder, pulling grunts and groans from between his lips. You’re close, so close, and so is Marc, you can tell by how slack his jaw is, by the look he has in his eyes, the one that borders on adoration. 

“Come for me, Marc,” you breathe, nipping at his kiss-bitten lips. 

He comes with a gasp, his hips stuttering as he continues rutting up into you, prolonging his release. A shuddered breath leaves him as he settles once more, his body going limp beneath you. You watch him come down with a soft smile on your lips, reaching out and brushing a few wayward curls from his damp forehead. 

He meets your gaze and smiles, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips. 

“My turn,” he breathes, soft smile morphing into something more devious as he gathers you in his arms and quickly stands from the couch. 

You yelp in surprise, then laugh as he practically runs to the bedroom.

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Rick Grimes: Sundress NSFW 

Because Rick definitely has a thing for sundresses. Still working on writing smut. I am getting more comfortable with it.  

You hadn’t worn a dress since the dead started getting up and walking. It was impractical. You never thought you would wear one again. Until you made it to Alexandria. It had been in a box of clothes for anyone to take. It was white with a blue floral print, flowy, and knee length with a small slit up the side. You had taken it on impulse, but it fit like a glove.  

You had yet to wear it because the survival part of your brain was still fighting for control. How would you fight in it, run in it, live in it, survive in it for weeks at a time? But today was hot and the dress was cool. Alexandria is safe, right?

You had been cleaning up around the house when Rick returned sweaty and dirty from his day outside. He saw you in the hallway as you were leaving the bedroom. He froze at the start of the hall which made you pause. 

His blue eyes drop down and slowly scan you back up. He huffed to himself tilting his head, his eyes still locked on you. “Rick?” Like the spell had been broken he made it to you in a few long strides. He dropped to his knees wordlessly and yanked you closer to him arms wrapped around the waist. You stumbled and gasped his name. He grabbed your ankle sliding his calloused hand up to your mid-cafe before throwing it over his shoulder. You grab at the wall with one hand, the other going to his curls trying to regain your balance.  

His head was already under your dress, his hot mouth open and sucking at your core through your cotton panties. He licks a stripe up the center, his nose bumping your clit and making you tremble. He rubs his face into your clothed core. You can feel the prickle of his bear through the cotton. His teeth catch the band and drag them down. “Ya have no idea what ya’ve started, do ya darlin’?” He pushed your leg that was over his shoulder to your chest to slide your panties off that leg. They slide down the other and drop to the floor. “There are consequences for teasin’ me like ‘at.” He nips at your ankle before pulling it more firmly over his shoulder. 

Anything you were going to say was swallowed by a moan as he dives face-first into your pussy. He licks and sucks at you like you're going to be his last meal. His tongue laps at your lips before thrusting into your core. You moan your leg that is on the floor wobbling, your knee starting to buckle. Rick's hands find your ass giving it a firm squeeze and pulling you more firmly onto his face. You tug on his curls. The angle change is delicious, and you are forced to let go to go off him to balance between both walls and then you are practically climbing them. Your nails dig into the drywall as you rock into his face.  

You can hear and feel his chuckle at your desperation. His hands tighten on your hips and his beard burns at your sensitive inner thighs. When you try to pull up for a little relief his mouth follows you. You curse and he doubles his efforts. The orgasm builds quickly and with a harsh suck on your clit you come hard. Your arousal floods his mouth as he laps it up. What he can't catch slides down his face wetting his beard.  

You are shaky, your body trembling but Rick doesn’t give you a reprieve. He continues licking and sucking through your orgasm and into the next. Your thigh squeezes against him, and you push on his shoulder to get him to stop. You are oversensitive now, your pussy swollen from his attention. He stops his assault and focuses on licking the cum off your inner thighs and leaving love bites and sucking Hickies. 

He helps you ease your thigh down and off his shoulder but not before leaving one more sucking kiss on your clit making your body jerk. You meet his darkened eyes blissed out by the pleasure you had just received. His hand leaves a stinging slap on your ass, just bordering on painful. “Turn ‘round.” You didn’t have the chance as he spins you around slamming you against the wall, his body tight against you. You hear the jangling of his belt then feel that hard press of his cock. You moan pressing back harder against him. Rick rubs himself against your soaked pussy gathering your juices. He enters you in one smooth hard thrust. Your nails rake down the wall as your pussy stretches to accommodate him. Even after all this time, it is still a snug fit. Rick is long and thick, but your sopping pussy makes for an easy slide. 

He starts fucking you wildly. Hard, fast, slightly uneven thrusts. A hand squeezes at your breast while he sucks at your neck. You press your hands against the wall to steady yourself for his punishing pace. He slows pressing his hand to the center of your back while the other wraps around you to pull you a step backward. You slide your hands down as you bend, arching your back. Rick picks up the pace again and you moan at the deeper penetration. “Ah atta girl. ‘at’s a good fuckin' girl.” His hands come up to trap yours. You open your fingers, and he slips his between to intertwine with yours holding them tighter to the wall.  

Rick’s thrusts get sloppy. He bites at your shoulder as he hits his orgasm pumping his seed deep inside you. He rests against your back and squeezes your hands one more time before releasing them and pulling out of you. He kisses the bite mark lovingly and seems to regain his control, “An’ how was your day sweetheart?” You look back and release a breathless laugh. “Did I tell ya, how damn good ya're lookin' today darlin’.”

    

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[zvdvdlvr]

hi!! plz plz plz write something for jameson hawthorne while him and f!r are doing the deed and jameson has a chain on. reader wants him closer so she pulls him down by the chain (with her teeth if that's not weird to you) kinda like in red white and royal blue. ty!! ❤️

— Midday Musings

— 🩷. Synopsis. Jameson puts the moves on you.

— 🩷. Warnings. Protected sex. Silly sex. Joking. Female reader. Possible out of character Jameson but I tried 😶‍🌫️. Dirty talk. Pet names.

“Hey you,” you greeted. The man of riddles himself sighed and slithered into your arms in complete disregard of the book in your hands. “What’s up?”

“Just missed you, pretty girl,” he mumbled, one hand coming up to settle right on your boob.

You didn’t raise an eyebrow at Jameson’s actions. He always had a thing for physical touch even before you started dating. Him clinging to any and every part of you brought you as much comfort at it brought J. “Missed you too, angel,” you replied, one of your hands finding purchase in Jameson’s hair as the other skillfully slid a bookmark between the pages and closed the book.

Jameson slowly slid a hand up your shirt. “How much did you miss me?” He asks coyly, looking up at you with his infamous shit-eating grin. You laughed in response, feeling Jameson start to unclasp your bra.

“Why don’t you find out?” You shot back, pushing Jameson aside and straddling his lap. You pulled your shirt off, giggling at Jameson’s open mouthed expression as he lays his eyes on your tits. “J,” you say, breaking his concentration. “Strip, already. Don’t keep your girl waiting,” you joke, hands feeling for hem of his shirt as he moves to unbuckle his pants.

“Bossy,” Jameson chides, already feeling the air leaving his lungs as your hips grind down on his bulge through your underwear and his boxers. “Jesus, baby.”

“Not quite,” you muse. With a smile, you latch your lips onto Jameson’s, treasuring the little groans that slipped out of Jameson’s and your mouths. A big talker, but a sucker for his girl.

Jameson’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements. “Baby please,” he whispered into your lips, feeling you shove your tongue into his awaiting mouth. He swallowed your groans as you did his, growing harder and harder under your core.

“Where are they, pretty boy?” You asked breathlessly. Jameson had a habit of taking his trusty box of condoms wherever he went, hoping to entice you with offers that grew increasingly risky. So basically you had no idea where the condoms were.

The moaning mess of a man under you groaned in relief. “Nightstand, se-second drawer.”

You smiled at his stutter, glad to be able to to knock him speechless for once. As you moved to grab the box, Jameson busied himself with pulling off your underwear and his. You sat back and tore open the plastic covering. With no warning you slid the condom over Jameson’s hard cock, treasuring the catch in his breath at the touch.

When you had finally finished torturing Jameson you climbed back into his lap, capturing his lips in a kiss as you teased the head of his cock, teasingly circling your cunt over his length. “Fuck,” you breathed as Jameson’s hand crept up to- yet again- take hold of your hips and urge you down oh so slowly.

“Fuck,” Jameson breathed. He was fully sheathed in your cunt, gauging your reaction and the arch of your back carefully. “Y’look so good, baby, so good,” Jameson rasped. His eyes darted around your form- hands wrapped around Jameson’s neck, back arching in a way that looked like it could have been sculpted in marble, your thick thighs pressed close to his own. Your open mouth sucked hickies on the soft skin of Jameson’s neck while occasionally nipping his skin when you felt like it.

“You alright, pretty girl?” Jameson asked lowly, slowly rocking his hips up into you as your barely audible whimpers floated up and into his eardrums. “Want me be to fuck you now? You already falling apart before the fun even starts? Poor girl,” Jameson teased, thrusting up harshly when you didn’t reply. “Now she doesn’t have anything to say.”

You groaned at Jameson’s muses, clenching around him. “Fuck me already, you horndog,” you finally breathed.

Jameson chuckled at your demand, knowing that he too was just as desperate as you.

In one swift movement, Jameson flipped you over so that your back now rested on the sheets and Jameson could fuck you a little deeper. You squeezed tightly around him at the sudden moment, pulling a loud groan out of his throat.

“Fuck J,” you whispered, “didn’t know an old dog like you could move that fast.”

Jameson audibly gasped, pausing mid thrust to stare at you. “Old dog like me? Sweetheart-“

You giggled as Jameson racked his brain for words, dick still halfway inside of your dripping cunt. “So sensitive,” you mused, pulling his lips down to meet yours by the thin golden chain you’d gifted him on your one year anniversary while wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down to fill you up again.

[ghost-proofbaby]

I literally love your work and this 3k celebration is absolutely GENIUS so can I please get a filthy martini with Steve Harrington? Can it be enemies with benefits(also hate fucking? I blame you for this new trope obsession bc 24 hours GOT ME FERAL)?

nonnie i love you this is the such an incredible request i can only hope i did it justice oh my GOD

come party with me!

sweet like honey (steve harrington x fem! reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, mean steve sort of if you squint?, oral f receiving, talk of unprotected sex, cnc hickies? is that a thing? she says no and then he does it anyway?, arguing over using protection (steve says he'll convince her to not use it next time, but they use it this time!), not edited, minors dni

You hate him. You swear it to yourself, to your friends, to your own mother who sometimes points him out at sport events or at the local grocery store. You hate Steve Harrington. Simple as that. 

But maybe, just maybe, it isn't as simple as that. 

Because you hate him, yes - to your very core -  but you still always end up here. You still answer when he texts you in the middle of the night, you still meet him at your spot at the park that serves as a halfway point between your house and his, and you still end up in his lap in the backseat of the BMW his daddy bought for him. 

“This is the last time, Harrington,” you murmur through fervent kisses as you sit as comfortably as possible in his lap, “I mean it.”

He pulls back with that boyish grin that you absolutely despise, tightening his grip on your hips as his head tilts, “Of course, honey. Just like you said the last two times, right?” 

You don’t offer him an answer, instead plunging back in for a biting kiss. You imagine that if you take his bottom lip between your teeth hard enough, if you bite down with the right pressure, he’ll bleed. And the thought of tasting Steve Harrington’s blood across your tongue is more exciting than you care to admit. 

“Yes, but I really do mean it this time,” you insist against his mouth, your hangs tangling against the roots of his hair. Your goal is to mess it up, to rake through the product and all the time you know he spends in the mirror each morning, and ruin it. 

He only hums in response and urges you down onto his lap harder, the bulge confined in his jeans pressing into you more noticeably. 

“Hard already?” you tsk, rolling your hips harder against him, eliciting a load moan from his lips.

He’s just so easy. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back for more. 

“God, just shut up,” he gasps against you, moving his mouth along your jaw and neck. 

He starts to suck hard on your sweet spot, which in return makes you tug sharply on his hair. Hard enough to make him hiss in pain, “No fucking marks, how many times do I have to tell you?” 

“I know,” he says, clearly not knowing, as he continues to chuckle and trace his finger along the junction of your neck and shoulder, “But imagine just how pretty you’d look, all marked up by me.” 

“And imagine how pretty you’d look with your head between my thighs, not fucking talking,” you remark back. 

No marks. Because if he left a mark, then people might know. And you’d rather die than have anyone find out you had been fucking around with Steve Harrington the last two months. 

Steve suddenly maneuvers the two of you so that you’re laid out across the seat, fitting himself between your legs with clear practice. The two of you have been in this backseat more times than you can count, and have learned your way around the confinement of it all. 

He pushes up the flimsy sleep shorts you’d worn out, bunching them at the top of your thighs as far as they will go as he places kisses up your inner thigh, starting at your knee, “I know you said no marks, sweetie,” his tone is laced with condescending confidence, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he looks up at you, “But what about here, hm? Where no one can see them? Do we have a deal?” 

He’s going to get his way. He always knows he can get his way when he starts to soften you up like this, one hand gripping your knee and already guiding it over his shoulder as the other trails beneath the waistband of the shorts and draws circles on your hip. 

“If anyone can see them, Harrington, I’ll-”

“Kick my ass,” he finishes your sentence for you, already moving to nuzzle his nose into your thigh, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, babe.” 

He sucks and nips immediately at your makeshift permission, his saliva glistening against the purple bursting to life on your skin in the shape of his lips. 

“Lay off the nicknames,” you sigh, throwing your head back as his moves to make a second mark, higher up and closer to where you ache for him, “Or I will go back home and leave you with blue balls.”

His chuckle vibrates against your skin, eyes flicking up towards you. It’s a shame he’s such an absolute dick, because he looks pretty from here. Hair messed up as you intended, pupils blown wide, lips nearly magnetic against you as if he can’t get enough.

“Oh, honey, you wouldn’t,” he taunts, finally sitting up, beginning to take off your shorts, “We both know you don’t mean it, do you? You can threaten me all you want, but you still come back every,” your shorts are off, and he pauses to lean down and bite at your hip now before continuing, “single,” he moves to the other hip, sucking hard, leaving a weaker shade of violet in his path, “time.” 

You don’t reply as you whine out, hips bucking up, encouraging him to get it over with. To put his mouth where you need it most. To stop with his incessant cooing and taunting and to just fuck you with his tongue. 

He gets the message fairly clearly through his thick skull. 

And you like him best like this, quiet as he slides your panties to the side, tongue on your clit and already sliding his fingers into you, hellbent on unraveling you. He’s learned your body best at this point, knowing when to crook his fingers as he adds a second one, when to alternate between wrapping his lips around your clit to suck and using only the tip of his tongue to trace invisible shapes lost on you. He’s quiet, he’s as messy as a boy like him is capable of getting, and he knows.

But he’s eager. You’d say it’s his downfall, but you truly reap the benefits when he brings you right to the edge only to pull back and begin to make quick work of his own pants. He’s still in his jeans and polo, his work vest discarded in the front seat, his belt quickly joining it. 

You have no time to make another smart ass remark. No opportunity to poke fun at the way he bumps his head against the roof of the car or the way he struggles with his zipper a second longer than he should. Because once he’s gotten his cock out of his briefs, thick and pink and already leaking from the tip for you, he makes quick work to be inside you. 

“Condom,” you gasp out as his tip circles your interest, making him pause for the first time the entire night.

His eyebrows furrow, “You’re on the pill, yeah? We didn’t use one last time.” 

“My mistake,” you grit out, fighting the urge to just let him sink into you, to feel him stretch you in a way you both know only he can, “I know you’re fucking other girls. Wrap it, or I’m out, Harrington.” 

A sudden break of softness. In an instant, his teasing halts and he pulls back, looking at you with a hand still wrapped around his base, “I’m not fucking other girls.”

“What?”

“I said,” he leans down, warm brown eyes staring into yours, “I’m not fucking other girls. Only you. Only has been you since this entire thing started.” 

If you were an idiot, you’d read more into his words. You’d read into the fact that the town’s womanizer, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, has taken himself off the market for you. You’d think about it the rest of the night, your entire way back home, fantasize about it as you closed your eyes and begged for sleep. 

But you’re not an idiot. So you laugh at him. 

“Bullshit,” you say, maintaining eye contact, daring him into some unspoken war between the two of you. 

You watch as his jaw locks, his eyes set in stone, before he suddenly is fumbling around the car floor and producing his wallet. He pulls a condom from where it had been nestled between an abhorrent amount of cash, and he’s hasty in ripping it open.

“Fine,” he mumbles as he rolls the latex over his cock, “Fine. You want me to wear a condom, sweet thing? I’ll wear a condom. But I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be begging me to go raw next time.” 

Your stomach clenches, your core flutters. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already reconsidering your insistence.

“Consider it a challenge, Harrington.” 

When the stretch finally comes, you’re preening into him, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He’s harsh now in his actions, hardly allotting time to adjust once he bottoms out before he pulls back and repeats the motion, slamming into you harder the second time. 

He finds his rhythm quickly; he knows what you like. He knows that you want it rough, that you want him to destroy you from the inside out. Your nails claw at him through the cotton of his shirt, and you consider the ramifications if you were to tear through the fabric, leave holes and make the shirt unrecognizable. 

Mommy and daddy would probably buy him a new one. 

Your fingers dig in deeper at the thought. 

“This good, yeah?” he asks, snapping his hips up into your hard enough to that your body shifts upwards, back burning from the rough tapestry of the seat and the top of your head banging into the car door, “You like it hard, don’t you, baby?” 

No words are formed, your mouth open as whines and moans alike tear from your throat, pulling him in closer. He dips his lips back down into your shoulder, placing messy kisses up to your throat. 

“You’re always such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? What would your mother think? What would your friends think?” he presses as a hand grips your bare thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding your leg even harder to his hips, “Going all cock drunk for Steve Harrington, the boy you hate.”

“Shut up,” you groan out, grabbing at his hair and pulling harshly, trying to lift his head from your throat. He doesn’t follow the pull of your hand. Instead, he bites down on the skin he was previously kissing innocently against.

He leaves a mark. You know he does. But all you're capable of is a pathetic whine as your pussy flutters around him, sucking him deeper into you. 

“Fucking knew it,” he mumbles against the skin before his tongue lathes over the spot that still stings, “Fucking knew you loved being marked up, baby. Tried to stop me all this time because you knew you loved it so much.” 

“Steve,” you beg as your head hits the door yet again from the force of another thrust.

He slows his movements, head lifting to take in your features. Your teary eyes, your heaving chest to match his own, “Fuck, too hard?”

You breathlessly laugh, shaking your head, pressing your heel into his lower back, “Harder. Please.” 

Those two words are all it takes. Something snaps inside of Steve right there, in his backseat, you a writhing mess beneath him as his jeans continue to slip down his thighs. Your pleads are his command; he offers the smallest of mercies by moving a palm to protect the top of your head before his thrusts turn animalistic. 

He’s pounding into you as if his life depends on it, as if your pussy is a warm and wet savior he had sought out for years. The surrounding windows begin to fog over as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, swallowing each of your mewls in exchange for guttural moans of his own. Your pussy clenches down on him, hard, and it does nothing to slow his pace. 

“Fuck,” you call out, back arching further. His hand trails below you and settles into the curve of your lower back, pressing you up against him further as he continues. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, fuck- Don’t stop. Please, please.”

Steve laughs lowly at your babbling, “I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not. Let go.” 

Just like that, you feel the pleasure heat up your core, molten between your hips as you feel every inch of him continue to stretch your walls. His hips begin to stutter as you tighten around him, crying out as the coil tightens to it’s breaking point. It overflows from you, whimpers and cries alike as he kisses them away with clashing lips and teeth. The waves of euphoria are still consuming you and dragging you under when he suddenly stiffens, stilling deep inside of you and collapsing down on top of your chest, groaning the loudest of the night between pants, his hand still curled into the small of your back. 

You suddenly wish you could feel his heat filling you. He was right - next time, there will be no condoms. You want to feel him, need to feel all of him. 

You both are quiet as you catch your breaths, neither saying a word as you come down from your highs. In a moment of innocent serenity, accidental peace amongst enemies, he presses his cheek against your sternum through your own shirt. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest against your torso. 

But the peace must end. Because you’re you, and Steve’s Steve, and the two of you can only fit together so effortlessly for so long.  He finally lifts his head, the devilish boyish grin returning, as he asks, “So, same time tomorrow, honey?”

[freakspectors]

Hey Leo sister! 💛

If it’s okay, could I have smut headcanons for a fem reader who’s a little chubby (and very self conscious about it) with Wu Chang?… like, both guards. Cuz why accept one when you can have two I guess.

Lots of love!!

𝒲𝓊 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝓍 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝐹𝑒𝓂!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝐻𝒸𝓈.

Xie Bi'an + Fan Wujiu | "Wu Chang" x Chubby Female Reader Smut Headcanons.

warnings ; smut , fluff , slight body dysmorphia (?) , praise , body worship , tit sucking , implied size difference , hickies , biting kink , cunnilingus , face sitting , thigh fucking , mating press , spanking if you squint , degradation if you get a magnifying glass , etc .

author's note ; hihi anon ! i loved making this so much because i'm plus sized myself AND im so in love with wuwu right now ... it's like 4 am at the time i started writing this bear with me here . anyways enjoy !

𝒳𝒾𝑒 𝐵𝒾'𝒶𝓃 .

✦ The sweetest man alive.. if he was.

✦ Xie's so confused about why you dislike how you look so much. He's infatuated with you. He'll kiss every curve on your body, whispering sweet nothings against your supple skin. He smiles at each moan and whine as he gently kisses sensitive parts of you.

✦ Praise and Body Worship galore, I'm telling you. Xie could look at your naked body for hours and would never get tired at staring at you at all. Women with a pudge have the best pussy according to he and Fan..

✦ He's obsessed with your boobs. Xie would swirl his tongue around your nipple, sucking and nipping at the bud while looking up into your eyes. When he's done sucking, he'll make a wet 'pop!' noise and play with your nipple with his thumb, sucking the other one.

✦ He often fucks you in a mating press. He's very gentle with how he places your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs while whispering how pretty you'll look stuffed with his cock.

✦ Marvels at how his bulge is so apparent inside you and takes your hand to make you feel it in your lower stomach. Xie thinks it's hilarious - especially your shocked expression.

✦ Aftercare consists of even more praise while Xie runs you a bath, bathing you and making sure you can still stand.. or walk. He just hopes you're able to understand how much he loves you, regardless of your size.

𝐹𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝓊𝒿𝒾𝓊 .

✦ He's more confused than Bi'an. Fan stared at you with the most perplexed expression ever for an entire minute.

✦ Fan thinks the EXACT opposite of you. He loves how chubby you are, he always thought the plumper the better. You were perfect to him in every way and he was so ready to prove it to you.

✦ Unlike Bi'an, Fan leaves hickies and bite marks all over you, grinning at his handiwork as he runs his hands over every nook and cranny of your body. He always straight up tells you what he wants to do to you, and what he wants you to do to him.

✦ He's in love with your thighs. Fan's not one for begging (himself), but he'd plead for you to just sit on his face and smother him with your thighs while he laps up everything your pretty pussy has to offer. He lets you squirm and grind down on his tongue, he thinks it makes it better.

✦ Thinks your thighs are perfect for thigh fucking, too. Fan makes you get on your hands and knees while he shoves his cock in and out between your legs, making you an even stickier mess than you were before. He'll smack and grab your ass, moaning about how good of a slut you are for him.

✦ Fan fucks you in a Full Nelson the most, but occasionally fucks you in Leap Frog. He loves it when he suspends your legs, your plush thighs pressed against your tummy and boobs; your rolls becoming more apparent in the position. In Leap Frog, Fan likes to see your ass jiggle each time he thrusts into your leaky pussy. It always gets him going.

✦ Aftercare is pretty much him scolding you for your - according to Fan - 'foolish' insecurity while he takes care of your fucked out body. He cares for you as much as Bi'an does and always will.. it's just expressed way differently .

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

[kisabesworld]

Hi Hello! ok i have a request about possessive ellie (jealous god ellie is so hot 😫) can you imagine the reader is ellie's fiancée and they are at the bar with jesse and dina and ellie is jealous of the reader's short clothes? it all gets worse when she notices a drunk guy staring a lot and Ellie glues her hands to the bride, kissing a little so the guy understands. at some point the guy starts getting really close, flirting a lot, making the reader uncomfortable and making Ellie very angry. Could this have a bit of smut at the end? thank you 😉

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

mine.

possessive!ellie x reader

cw: violence, alcohol, sexual content, weird guy??

ellie knew having an attractive partner came with this kinda stuff, but she didn’t have to like it. you, her, dina, and jesse had come to a bar to celebrate yours and ellie’s engagement. and though it was supposed to be a happy time, ellie was stuck with a jealous feeling bubbling up in her chest.

a slimy looking man had been looking at you. all. night. she was fucking sick of it, and had been staring the man down for the past hour. though he hadn’t seemed to be taking the hint, still raking his eyes down your legs and up to your breasts, tongue coming out to swipe his lip. she wanted to deck him in his ugly ass face. but she had a better idea.

she placed a hand on your upper thigh, using this to spin your swivel chair around to face her. you were surprised, asking her what was wrong when suddenly she kissed you, tongue and all. and though you were surprised at first, you eventually leaned into the kiss, your eyes closing. you brought your hands up to her neck, using them to pull her closer to you. she pulled away shortly after, breathing heavily. her gaze fell on the man, and she was even more pissed. the slimy motherfucker looked even more interested. goddamn idiot.

just as she was inwardly insulting him, the liquid courage he’d been sipping had kicked in. he slid over to where you were all sitting, the smell of booze radiating from his being. “hey.. pretty. why dontcha come home with me? can make ya feel re-“ he had no time to finish. ellie’s fist connected with his jaw so quick you heard a crack. she stood from her seat, kicking the man in his ribs harshly.

“slimy motherfucker.” she says, spitting down at him before grabbing your hand. “c’mon babe, let’s get out of here.” a crowd was beginning to grow around you both. dina and jesse looked shocked.

ellie lead you out of the bar, taking a big breath of fresh air when she got outside.

“you okay, els?” you ask, worry creasing your brows.

“yeah, m’fine. just mad.” she says, eyes casted up at the sky.

“let’s get home then. we can calm down there okay?” she nods, staying quiet.

when you both arrived home, it seemed like she’d finally let her guard down. she wrapped her arms around you tightly, her face in the crook of your neck.

“m’sorry.” she says quiet. you run a hand though her hair, hugging her back.

“it’s okay els. i understand why you did it.” you say, a hand coming down to rub her back lightly.

“just don’t like when people stare at what’s mine..” she explains, seeming more comfortable now that she knew you weren’t upset. you hum in acknowledgment, planting a kiss on her neck. she shivers, pushing back from you.

“wanna show you you’re mine, yeah?” she says, possessiveness clear in her tone. you just smile, excited for what’s to come.

“show me, els.” you say, eyes locked on hers.

her lips crash into yours, kiss rough and demanding. she pushed you over to the couch, causing you to lose your balance and fall over onto it. she straddled your lap, hands bracing themselves on your shoulders. she leans down, nipping at your ear before sucking hickies onto your neck. you whined, squirming under her at the feeling. she just held you still, continuing.

“fuck, baby. need to taste that pretty pussy. lay down f’me.” she says, standing up so you could get situated. you quickly lay back on the couch, and she begins to hastily take off your pants. she rips off your underwear, moaning at just the sight of your wet cunt. her hand trails down to her crotch, rubbing herself through her jeans while she leans down to lick a stripe up your slit. you moan, hips coming up to buck against her face. she lets it happen, pussy drunk already.

“taste so good f’me.” she says, words slurring from the overwhelming lust she was feeling. tears sprung in your eyes at the pleasure, a hand coming down to wrap itself in her hair. you push her further down on your cunt, wanting more.

“ellie, els please, just need a little more please” you beg, wanting her fingers inside of you. she takes hint, starting to fuck two of her long fingers into your pussy. they slid in with ease at how wet you were. she moaned, the vibrations sending pleasure straight to your cunt. she was practically humping her hand now, desperate for friction. “els, g’nna cum-!” you whine, but suddenly, she pulls away, your orgasm fading. “els? whyd— why’d you stop?” you say, tears spilling down your cheeks at the ruined orgasm.

she smiled cruelly, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. “just wanna play a little with my pretty girl.” she explains, placing the two fingers that were just knuckle deep in your pussy on your lips. “be a good girl and clean the mess you made.” she demands, head tilting and waiting for you to do as she asks. you of course comply, submission completely taking over your body. she shoves her fingers so far back it makes you gag, but you still manage to suck and lick the digits clean. your eyes rolled back in your head, hips humping at the air. you felt the coil in your stomach coming undone, even though no friction was getting to your cunt. you tried to speak, but it all just came out as gibberish because of the fingers still knuckle deep in your mouth.

face flushed, hips stuttering, you came hard, a broken moan falling from your lips at the pleasure. it was silent, ellie in shock at what had just happened.

“did you— did you just cum?” she asks, removing her fingers from your mouth. you blink your tear filled eyes a few times, looking up at her with an embarrassed expression on your face.

“yeah.. m’sorry els- didn’t mean to just felt so good n’—“ you were cut off by her suddenly kissing you roughly, her hands tangling in your hair tightly.

“fuck, don’t be sorry. that was so fuckin’ hot.” she says, a chuckle at the end of her words. “god- need to feel your cunt now.” she says, practically ripping off her pants and boxers. she throws one of your legs over her shoulders, pressing both of your wet pussies together. you both moan, your head falling back onto the couch in ecstasy. “eyes on me. wont start until you’re lookin’.” she says, waiting for you to follow her directions. you do, raising your head up and propping yourself up on your elbows. she then rolls her hips, a broken moan falling from her lips as she grinds against you faster, desperately chasing her release.

“ellie! s’too much!” you say, overstimulated from your last orgasm.

“you can take it baby, just one more.” she says, out of breath. you give in, clenching your teeth from the pleasure and whimpering.

“m’cumming, fuck- m’cumming!” she says, rolling her hips through her orgasm. you reached your high shortly after her, but that’s when you felt sudden warmness coat your cunt. “what the fuck?” you hear ellie say, looking down at you.

you giggle at her, still breathless from your release. “did you just squirt els?” you ask, still laughing at her reaction.

“oh, shut the fuck up.” she mumbles, falling forward to lay on your chest.

“love you ellie.” you say, a hand coming up to scratch her head.

“love you too, baby.” she says, her eyes fluttering closed.

[sunoosets]

sunghoon x reader

possessive n jealous hoon + breeding kink hoon🤭

warnings!: smutty, p in v, possibly my fav smut i've written btw...dom!sunghoon, jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of endearing terms like 'good girl' and 'princess', praise, hickies, mention of a tummy bulge, short mention of cum eating, breeding kink. i think that's all🫶

"So pretty like that." He slurred. Lips soaked and parted from the hours fifth make out session. The adrenaline still thumped beneath his chest, and the tainted blood ran with each crude thought. His ideas lingered on his mouth, ready to be spread across your flesh. His fantasies were so lewd, he seemed to have been corrupted by the filth, and turned into a desperate man. Fuelled by the imagination of his girl on her back. Legs spread, and thighs clutched between his large hands. Splayed fingers holding her in place while he fucked himself into her. Claiming her needy figure. "Your lips are such a gorgeous colour." Hoon sighed, mumbling his words as his tongue slipped from his jaw and ran over your swollen skin. The subtle hint of a whimper caught his breath in the small trap of his throat. It remained there as he hesitated, before crashing his lips back against yours. Roughly, he licked at your tongue. Begging to feel your everything against him. He sucked and lapped, and moulded his pretty, stained lips against yours in the attempt to be attached.

"Hoon, Hoon." You repeated, palms latching onto his crystal skin. Porcelain, and exposed to only your appreciative eye. The man was softly pushed, as you pulled away for breath. Gasping and clutching at the air with your throat. "You're mine, okay?" He lowered his voice. Eyes falling into hooded glares, as his severity increased. You swallowed, dropping your chin and raising it to meet his small smile. Pride brimmed over his features, until his expression seemed to be knocked into a more stern visage. He lingered by your neck, flickering the tip of his tongue across your muscle. You flexed, and gasped. "Hoon.."

"Y/n." He whispered against you. Fanning the heat of his breath against the pulse in your side. His lips fell against the heartbeat, planting a kiss before he sucked harder. Making you tense beneath him, while he nipped and took your skin into the warmth of his mouth. Lightly sinking his teeth into the flesh. A moan was muffled as you caressed his hair with your nose, pushing your brightened face further between his silky locks. "So pretty.." He spoke beneath his breath. Eyes zoned out as he lifted his head and admired his creation. He blinked, lips raising into a smirk for the split of a moment. The man appeared proud, while he leaned toward your ear. His lips brushed the lobe and he brushed aside the urge to nip at you. "Everyone will know you're mine." He whispered.

"Is this about Hee?" You ushered. Voice weak as you sunk your elbows into the sheets and used them to stabilise yourself as you rested there. Sitting up. Sunghoon paused. A flash of jealousy sparked across his darkened eye. He pursed his lips, and seemed to avoid your gaze. "Hoon."

"He wants you."

"Me?" You arched your brows, leaning further forward with the help of your arms. Sunghoon sighed, slipping his lip between his teeth. "Well that's too bad.." You smiled, breaking the tension as you reached with one hand to cup his cheek. Slightly damp, but soft as you expected. "I belong to you."

Sunghoon's eyes grew and they seemed to lighten at the simple syllables. His lips stretched and the severity evident in his looks melted to form his sweet, luring demeanour. "Don't I?" You whispered, dragging him along with your laced voice. Filled to the brim with a need to be dominated. Shown the plain truth. Sunghoon's smile dropped as the side of his lip twitched. He smirked against your skin, and kissed along your jaw. Shutting you up before you could utter a third word.

"My princess." Hoon muttered, smirking further while his head drifted toward your exposed chest.

"Yes, Hoon.." You sighed in pleasure, head tilting back against the pillows beneath you. They protected your head as you delved further into the silk, pushing back and squeezing your eyes with each stripe Sunghoon licked up your chest. You whimpered at the feel of his teeth on your nipple, and then his lips against your collarbone. He roughly, and authoritatively decided on making you a picture. A painting. A masterpiece in the form of purple and red. Sweet, meaningful marks that stung beneath his harsh bite. They proved to you who you had belonged to, and they would prove to the people surrounding you too.

A temporary act that set him in control. Made you his.

"Hoon." You gasped, fingers interlocking through his dark strands. You tugged and he let slip a breathy whine. Eyes flickering while he made a mess of your stomach. Drawing circles with his tongue over your abdomen. You pushed down on his head, earning a soft glare as he playfully peered through his lashes. "Sorry.." You whispered, hiding beneath the sheen of red burning on your cheeks.

"Desperate?" He questioned, lifting his tongue from your body, and swiping it across his lips. "Do you want me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, ever so subtly. You nodded, embarrassed with the words he spoke. Not so much that though, but the way your skin reacted beneath him. Tingling and yearning for his touch.

Sunghoon smirked at the opportunity. Gliding his hands up your thighs and leaning back before tugging you toward his waist. You yelped, chest raising deeply. "I'm so lucky." He sighed, admiring you as his fingers worked. Long, slender as they hooked through your underwear and slipped them toward your ankles. "Hee isn't so much..." He grinned. "I'm the one who gets to fuck you."

"Hoon." You gasped.

"Shh." He hushed you, suppressing his smile while he gripped your flesh harder. Removing one hand to tug at his own pants. The fabric of his boxers was pulled down to let slip his cock. It slapped his bare stomach, smearing his pale skin with his pleasure. He groaned at the temperature contrast, eyes becoming hooded while the length of his index finger gathered the loose drips of cum, slipping down his girth. His eyes rested on you, sending you a knowing signal that you understood instantly. He watched in content as you caught on, and leant forward. Taking his slim finger and placing it between your lips. Sucking around the digit and cleaning his skin of any arousal. "Good girl." He sighed, pulling his finger from your mouth and setting his hand back against his cock. It twitched, and as he bit into his lip he trailed the swollen tip between your folds. Brushing the head of his dick along your clit and urging you to grind against the length.

"Please." You begged. Breath already unstable. "Hmm?" He hummed, smiling at your desperate form. He pushed his tip into you, but paused and let you whine out against the corrupted air. "Please fuck me, Sunghoon!" You cried, gasping. "I'm yours."

The man bit further into his flesh, unable to hold himself back before he slammed into you. Pushing his entire length between your stretching walls and stroking the sensitive skin within you. The sting caused you to cry, though the dwelling pain lingered only for a moment, and then morphed into an undeniable pleasure. "Hoon.." You whimpered, voice both airy and high as you tilted back into the sheets. Fingers gripping the fabric, while your knuckles turned a faded white. He rasped, breathing heavily as he lowered onto you. Brushing his hips against yours with each thrust. "Fuck, that's it." He breathed as you clenched. Wrapping around his hardened cock, while he dragged it through you. Granting you deep, fast strokes.

"I'm so close." You managed out. Eyes rolling uncontrollably. He smiled at that. Licking the edge of his cheek with his tongue. His movements quickened, and his pelvis seemed to slam into you more. His ruts were faster, and more rough. Allowing him to reach your sweetest spot with his tip. You crumbled beneath him, chanting his name like a sacred prayer. Pushing back against his cock and guiding it further into you. Almost cumming at the thought of him fucking his seed into you, breeding you with all his force.

"You want me to claim you?" His breaths were harsh. "Please." You choked out. Almost sobbing. "I'll make sure to fill you with my cum." He spoke, eyes becoming dark and tainted smirk returning, causing your toes to curl. "Oh fuck, please." You pleaded with closed eyes. "Tch." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Watch me breed you, princess." His voice was soft but stern while his thumb and forefinger took hold of your chin. Pulling your head down so that you could see him clearly. Thrusting eagerly while glimmers of sweat dripped from his pure skin.

You knew the man wasn't just going to knock you up like that, without any warning nor conversation, but the thought was arousing and so you moaned out his name. Bucking into his heat while he dominated you with his thick cock.

"You want so badly to be full of me." He groaned. Pushing himself closer. His head was tossed back. "You want all of me inside of you, don't you?"

"You like that risk...or maybe you really do just want to be filled with my babies." He smirked, hand slipping from your chin, down the mismatched colours on your chest and toward your lower stomach. His hand hovered over the outline of his cock fucking into you. A subtle tummy bulge, that caused your eyes to roll as they graced it. So lewd, you couldn't help but moan. Whine the syllables of his name. "You want me to breed you. Claim you." He whispered. Palm falling flat against the area as he pushed down and massaged the skin. You cried at the feeling. His length squeezing between your walls. You already felt so full, but the he twitched and you knew he was so close. The thought of his warm, sticky cum shooting into you was enough to get you tripping over the edge.

"Sunghoon!" You moaned, jaw dropping while your orgasm washed over your dripping body. You clenched and tightened around a close Hoon while he stuttered with his strong hips and furrowed his brows. Lips parted as he gifted you his majestic 'o' face. "Fuck.." You sighed, as your cum built up around the base of his cock. Leaking around his sides. Sunghoon cursed after you, muttering out the indecent words before he groaned and pushed himself deeper. Aiming his cock further into you while he came. Filling you with his warmth. Painting your insides with the strings of white he shot from his swollen tip. He moaned each time he thrust back in, fucking his cum further into you. Mixing the both of your pleasure into one. Rubbing his sweaty, but smooth skin across your thighs at each sloppy rut.

"Shit, Sunghoon." You whimpered beneath the overstimulation. Gripping the sheets harder until his movements died down and he pulled out from you. Your fingers released and the white around your knuckles faded.

"You're mine.." Hoon whispered, still catching his breath. His body moved beside yours, and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his ribs and chest.

"All yours." You smiled softly, leaning to catch his pink lips in a gentle peck.

[erenspussy420]

No reason, just you (Miguel O Hara)🍆🍑💕

I wrote this cause I was horny.

Like literally no other reason and I do not need justify getting railed.

MDNI!, 18+ONLY READERS

Fem Reader x Miguel O Hara

Somedays, there is no point in justifying getting dicked down…..

A series of loud low groans is heard above you, hot skin pressing down on your sweaty back as you pant. That large hand keeping both of your wrists held down above your head, with kisses pressed into your hair, being practically pounded into the mattress.  It was so good good good, you press up into him raising up your ass to feel his hips smack you. The room around is red, lights warm but nowhere as hot as you feel here right now. Feeling a hard swirling stroke between your folds you mewl, Miguel begins to nip and kiss your neck with his lips. Faint scraps of his fangs, made you chase the thrill that he gives you.

God the way his broad chest presses down on you, you're aware of his heart beating loudly as you arch into him.

 Feeling the wonderful stretch of your walls as it's dragged back and forth from the thick monster Miguel has been hiding. It's fat, veiny and long. Dragging out hot slick as he pulls back, thrusts sounding sloppy and wet.  You're so sensitive right now, feeling hot slick drip out in slow long drips and in hot squirts as Miguel thrusts are hard and heavy.

"Mmm….ngh…," is all you can muster, arching your back for more.

Miguel O Hara was big, in all senses of that word. His tall body is unfairly cut perfect with a slim waist and broad shoulders you know you would be needing to cling onto. And his fucking ass, who gave him the right to look that good with thighs that can suffocate you. And what poetry can you wax about the dick that's constantly touching your cervix with its fathead.

One of his hands lets go of your wrist as he pushes himself up off your, making you miss him even if he was rearranging your insides. His large palm is warm and soothing as it rubs your neck, his hips slow its pace taking his time as he grinds into you. Your breathing becomes heavier when his finger traces your jaw then runs over the nape of your neck that’s peppered in hickies. 

"Que linda," Miguel murmurs, his warm palm now flat as it drags against your sweat soaked back, his nails pressing into your spine as he reaches your hips."Seeing you bend over like this, practically keeping me sucked in you're tight," his fingers rub over your ass kneading a perky cheek," little cunt."

You shudder feeling him squeeze your ass. “M-Miguel,” You whimper, biting your lower lip when you feel his hand cup your jaw, lowering to cradle your neck. The pulse of your throat being caressed so…you try to think, words failing when you feel him lean over you. A hot tongue licking over the ear lobe.

A low cocky drawl, a glint of his fangs in the red light that you cannot witness."You're hungry, mi alma."

A low deep hum comes from his throat, his hand goes back to your jaw and in a teasing manner, his fingers press on your lips. “Suck.”

And you do. Lapping at his fingers with your tongue brings sparks up Miguel’s back as he begins to rock into you again, following the way your tongue wraps around his finger’s, thrusting harshly with every suck of your mouth.

“Good girl,” he grunts, feeling the hot walls of your cunt squeeze around him drawing a loud low groan from him,”fuck….dame todo….ahhhh…dame todo…”

Miguel's chest heaves as he grunts, sharp words spoken in Spanish that roll off of him easily as breathing, accentuated with his free hand smacking and rolling your swollen clit. Beads of sweat fall on you as he continues to fuck your needy cunt. You claw at his sheets, trying to ground yourself isn't doing much for you as you slide many times on his cock, scrambling to hold on as Miguel's thrusts don't seem like they want to die down.

Not like you were going to tell him too. 

You focus on your core, squeezing tight for him to growl and pump faster, and faster. Feeling the familiar coil tighten, Miguel pulls his fingers from your mouth and with both hands, pulls you closer by your hips. His fingers digging into your skin, as he uses you, pounding harder, faster drawing louder screams from you as the heart pulses in your cunt, needy and wanting to be painted with cum.

“Yes! Ohhh..God Miguel yes!” You drool thrusting back on his cock, as the juices overflow between you too. You didn’t care how you look at this moment getting stuffed with Miguel pounding into you like you two didn’t even care if you might get breeded. 

You needed it. 

Miguel needed it.

His hand reaches out and pulls on your hair as his last thrusts come frenzy, desperate and with a loud groan with the twitch of his cock gushing hot cum into your throbbing cunt. Soaking it, pulling it in jealousy never wanting it to leave. The grip in your hair is getting lose, as Miguel gasps taking in the heated air of the bedroom as he sways. Pulling away, he lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“Todo, dame todo,” he repeats to you in a soft murmur, brushing your soaked hair from your forehead.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

can i request a prompt for more buck/bucky smut with slight dom bucky vibes😁😁

[It didn't go full smut, but the intention is very obvious.]

"You're thinking too much," Bucky drawls in Buck's ear as they lie on the bed after their first bath in ages. Buck smells like good soap because Bucky bought it special for him to use.

"I'm thinking just enough," Buck replies and turns to meet Bucky's gaze.

"What's got you thinking?"

Buck gives Bucky a look that means 'the war we're about to fight you fucking idiot.' "Oh, this and that," is what he says.

"Well, you're definitely thinking about two much of one or the other," Bucky replies. He sits up and straddles Buck's lap, grabbing Buck's hands before he can touch him and drawing his arms up over his head.

"Something you want?" Buck asks when Bucky pins his hands to the pillow and leans in to kiss his jaw.

"Same thing I always want." Bucky kisses his neck, then his collarbone. "Your undivided attention."

"Oh, is that all you're looking for?"

Bucky meets Buck's eyes and leans so they're just nearly but not quite kissing. "Every goddamn minute of every fucking day, Gale."

Buck sighs at the use of his name, hips rolling. "Oh, you really want my attention."

"If it were up to me, we wouldn't leave this bed for a week," Bucky says. "And I'd suck whiskey out of this spot right here," he touches the dip in Buck's collarbone. Buck lifts his shoulders.

"You could do that now," Buck says, his voice a little thready. "I'll lie here all nice and still and let you drink whiskey off every part you've thought about."

Bucky bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. "Oh, do not tempt me. You'll be covered in hickies by the time I'm done."

"I want to be," Buck says. He gasps a moment later, clearly shocked by what he's said.

Bucky grins and licks his lips. "Want me to mark you up, Buck? Send you back to base covered in spots you can't hide in the shower? Let everyone see you've got someone who likes to make your skin extra-pretty with bruises?"

Buck doesn't answer for a moment. His arms are slack over his head. His cock is hard. His mouth is slightly open, and he's breathing harder than he needs to be.

"You say the word, and I'll sign my name all over your fucking body," Bucky says. He touches Buck's collarbone again, then drags his finger down to Buck's navel. "Drink it right from your belly button, but I'll leave the mark a little lower where it can't hide." He slides his hand to the side and presses into the little groove at Buck's hipbone. "Little drink here."

Buck squirms, opening and closing his hands. "Where else?" he asks.

Bucky stares at him, desperately in love. "The backs of your knees," he says. "The folds of your elbows. The dimples on your back. Maybe have you stand up so I can pour it down your ass and lick my way up."

Buck groans and throws an arm over his eyes. "Jesus, Bucky."

Bucky touches his thumb to Buck's lip. "And as the grand finale, I'd try to talk you into taking a little sip so I can suck it right off your tongue."

Buck lifts his arm and stares at Bucky. He reaches out to the bedside table and grabs Bucky's flask. "No," he says. "Start there."

Bucky can't move as he watches Buck unscrew the top of his flask. "What? Buck. You don't--"

"I won't be drinking it," Buck says. He presses the open flask to his bottom lip and licks the edge of the spout. He shivers at the taste of the whiskey, but he doesn't break eye contact. "You'll be drinking it. I'm just the glass."

Bucky takes the flask out of Buck's hand so he can lean in and kiss him hard. "You're not 'just' anything except mine."

Buck nips his lower lip. "Prove it." He opens his mouth.

[loveshotzz]

I got a little side tracked but here I am.

You’ve been teasing him all night with flirty remarks and lingering touches and he hates how easily you get to him. The evening passes in a blur and before he knows it he’s got his coat in his lap and the bar is closed for the night, everyone had been told to leave and he’d watched you exit with a group of friends about thirty minutes ago so he knows he’s going to have to get home as soon as possible so he can stroke his aching cock to the image of you in that too short dress that just barely covered the curve of your ass while it’s fresh in his mind.

Bouncer Steve doesn’t expect to see you waltzing back up without your friends to ask him if you can check for the coat you’d brought in with you, of course he says yes and lets you into the empty bar. The lights are dimmer, everything is put away and Eddie is long gone so there’s no one to complain as you leisurely walk around looking for a coat you absolutely didn’t bring all so you could flirt with the cute bright eyed bouncer who’s chewing on something that smells like cinnamon. It doesn’t take Steve long to catch onto your game and he has you crowded again the bar counter in no time, his lips on yours and the taste of big red heavy on his tongue.

Eager hands are quick to guide you behind the bar and strip you of the sequined dress you’d had on, his lips are slick with spit from the sloppy make out and leave a trail of warm wet kisses that give you a chill as they cool in the open air. The moment your bra is unhooked and your panties had been tossed over his shoulders you reach to undress him too, dying to see the what was under the zipper that had been grinding against you for the better part of the last ten minutes, you have no complaints when instead he begins to litter your skin with kisses that trail done to your soaked entrance.

It catches you by surprise when you hear a fridge opening and before you even have time to open your eyes and process what’s going on you hear a hissing noise and feel a cool sensation being spread across your stomach. The cold barely has anytime to kick in before a broad tongue licks warm flat stripes through the whip cream you can now see on your skin,his teeth nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin once its clean.

“You’ve had me feeling like this all night.” It turns out Steve has quite the sweet tooth and soon your breasts, neck and thighs are covered in teeth marks, hickies and a sticky spit and sugar mixture, your legs want to give out on you and you’re already so overstimulated by time he’s licking his lips after eating the last of the sweet treat from your skin but your insides feels like they’re burning and the only thing that will fix it is more, more touch, more mess, more of him.

Eddie might be annoyed when he goes in the next day to find an empty jar of maraschino cherries and a warm canister of mostly empty whip cream but you leave content with Steve’s arm around your shoulder and his cum dripping down your legs because neither of you know where your panties went.

Eddie totally just assumes Steve had a snack ~~hopefully Steve finds your panties first~~

like I knew this was gonna get me worked up when you texted me pastel; but MY GOD. YOU ARE OUT FOR BLOOD TODAY!!! 😩😩😩 him eating whip cream off our body?? after we’d been teasing him all night? this is it for me. Good bye tumblr, i’m dead and it’s Pastel’s fault.

[babygirllinds]

Idk about other people but i definitely need the nsfw slimav headcanons!!!!! Pretty please!!

I’m here to provide!!! 💗 @chaoticassidy @calkale — tagging you both because I know y’all wanted to see them also!!! <3

very nsfw and smutty below the cut, so proceed with caution 😌 I probably went overboard 😅

Going back to the whole passion/aggression from the previous post, they literally can’t keep their hands off of each other when they’re in a flurry of passion. Slider will pin Maverick to the nearest surface as soon as they’re alone.

He’ll nip at Maverick’s ear and grab his waist tight enough to bruise while spewing all of the dirty things he wants to do him:

“You’ve been so mouthy today babygirl. Maybe I need to shut you up, huh?”

“You wanted this, didn’t you? Acted like a whore in front of everyone. How would you feel if I just bent you over for everyone to see?”

“Babygirl, you looked so pretty tonight, but you’d look even prettier stuffed full of my cock.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum. You weren’t being very nice tonight, baby.”

Mav is so clearly a pillow princess in this relationship. Slider has a big dick and they find it’s easier to just let Mav lay back and let Slider do what he wants. He’ll manhandle him into his lap and work him over, but Mav is so drunk on it, he can barely do anything except clench around Slider and swivel his hips.

There’s a belly bulge (I know this so overused for slimav, but I’m absolutely fucking feral for size differences and belly bulges) every time due to Slider’s size. They both like to intertwine their hands over Mav’s stomach as Slider thrusts deeper.

Slider almost enjoys the fact that Mav is so small, he can just pick him up like he weighs nothing and just use him to his heart’s content.

Maverick loves to ride Slider because he likes the little bit of control he has. He also likes how it usually ends with him unable to hold himself up and Slider gripping his hips while thrusting up into as Maverick lays on his chest.

Mav always looks at the bruises on his hips the next day with a smile.

He likes to pretend he’s in control when they both know Slider holds all of it, but Slider loves to indulge his boyfriend and play into the fantasy.

Slider finds his boyfriend tempting most of the time, especially since Maverick is such a brat and is constantly teasing him. He’ll find private spaces while out in public and push his boyfriend onto his knees any chance he can get.

Mav always winds up with Slider’s cum down his throat and a raging hard-on that Slider refuses to do anything about until they get home

Slider has a massive breeding kink that pairs with his feminization kink (that Mav finds he shares as well). He’ll be deep in Mav’s guts, babbling about getting him pregnant and how perfect of a wife Mav would be.

“Such a pretty little wife, babygirl.”

“Looks so hot with your tummy bulging like this.”

“Would be so sexy if you were round with my baby.”

Mav always cums with his toes curled and mouth open in a silent scream when Slider gets like this.

Mav loves going down on Slider because he enjoys the ache in his jaw and how Slider smells even stronger here. He nuzzles against Slider’s hip bone and loves to suck his balls into his mouth. He enjoys swallowing Slider’s cum, but prefers it on his face.

Slider also enjoys going down on Mav, always sucking his cock down to the root, but he always pulls off before he cums and moves down to suckle his balls until he’s swiping his tongue around his hole instead. He’s always sloppy with it too, spitting onto Mav’s hole before spearing him with his tongue.

“Such a wet cunt, babygirl.”

While Mav enjoys Slider cumming on his face, Slider prefers cumming on his chest. He loves Mav’s chest. The muscles there are bulky enough to resemble tits and he loves how perky they are and how pink Mav’s nipples are. He think they’re even prettier painted white with his seed and hickies.

Mav also enjoys Slider’s tits 😮‍💨 Slider has a thing for marking him, but Mav is just as worse. He’s constantly biting down on the fleshy top part of Slider’s chest and leaving behind the prettiest bite marks.

Slider is very sweet in private, but he’s also a little mean when it comes to sex. He loves to call Mav a whore or slut because of the way Mav reacts. He also loves to get his hand around Mav’s throat or spank his ass raw.

Despite it all though, sweet Slider returns at the end and he’s always taking care of his boyfriends needs.

He’ll kiss him all over gently and run them a bath where he washes Maverick’s hair.

Then they always snuggle into bed with happy sighs and words of love.

Slider always waits for Mav to fall asleep first before he falls asleep to make sure Maverick isn’t uncomfortable and is thoroughly taken care of.

Sometimes Mav cries during sex because it’s too much and Slider always stops to ask him if they need to stop, but Maverick just cries harder and tells him to fuck him until he passes out.

Slider was a little skeptical at first, but then learns that Mav likes the little edge of pain of over-sensitivity. He then gets into it and when the first tear rolls down Mav’s face, he’ll lick it up. Maverick always tilts his head back for him and moans when Slider’s tongue touches his heated cheek.

They don’t use sex toys really, but Mav owns a multitude of buttplugs for the days they just want something quick and easy instead of all of the extra prep it takes for him to take Slider’s cock.

Slider fingers him slowly early in the mornings and slips one in for Mav to wear all day.

Slider enjoys taking it out at the end of the day and watching the way Mav clenches around nothing after being filled all day. He’s quick to replace the plug with his cock and give them both what they want.

They also own a remote control one that they use on special occasions 😌