#they take out all that pent up aggression on you????

[amourtoken]

brat!tamer matt rempe would be so hot 😵‍💫 he'd put all his pent up stress and annoyance from games onto his bratty partner, bend her over his lap and put her in her place. but he'd still be so soft towards her when he's got her a crying, drooling mess, eating her out or slowly helping her ride him as he presses kisses all over her face, praising her for taking him well 😞

GOD he would be such a fucking bitch about it but in the best way yk? (Idk if this needs a cw but there's name calling at the end lol. Made it a little rougher than id planned but maybe I can write up a softie brat tamer rempe soon lol)

he feels like he has no control on the ice sometimes and there's comfort in knowing when he gets home all he has to do is say the word and you're following his direction to the letter. (Un)fortunately, this isn't always the case when it comes to you.

You know how to push his buttons sure but he knows how to melt your brain and fuck you so good all you can do is weakly apologize over the sound of your headboard nailing the wall, so the bratty side of you never manages to last long. It'd be so much easier if you'd just listen to what he says but if he has to put you back in your place, he will.

All he wanted when he got home was to flop back on your couch and have you crawl up into his lap and take care of him, melting all the stress from the day off his shoulders. Taking some aggression out on you is a stress reliever too, I guess.

You're not getting a break until you physically can't function anymore. His handprints are all over your body one way or another and you're sure he's bent you over every flat surface in your living room at this point just bullying your insides like he has infinite stamina. Every time you swear you can't cum again and plead with him whining about how sorry you are for being bratty he just drags another orgasm out of you that has you seeing stars and struggling to cling onto what little consciousness you have left. He doesn't even care about whether or not he gets to cum, he'll worry about it later, this is about breaking your bratty little brain in.

He'd have you riding his cock while you can barely even hold your head up anymore, his hands on your hips keeping you steady while he grinds up into you just so he can see your pathetic expressions when his hips jerk sharply up against you making you yelp. Plus he gets to talk shit straight to your face which is always a plus.

"Don't know why you can't just fuckin' listen. 'S not that fuckin' hard, if you wanna get fucked just say so. Don't have to be a brat to get me to fill you up, baby."

"You can't cum again, huh? I'm pretty sure you can. Thought you wanted to cum in the first place, wasn't that why you were being such a bratty lil bitch earlier? No? C'mon baby use your words."

"You can take it baby, I know. You're doing so good for me now, why couldn't you have just been this good earlier, huh? Really needed to have me inside you that bad?"

[lovesickf-fics]

Something about that mask

tw : mask kink, quickie, dry humping, cumming inside, cum eating, sex in public (alleyway), light choking, mentions of biting, making out with cum in mouth

character(s) mentioned : Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x gn!reader

Reader pronouns : n/a but reader has a cock

Summary : Being a hero causes alot of pent up emotions, and something about him cumming releases that. Thank god you were there

All heroes have a way to relieve stress, Batman has his Brucey Wayne persona, acting stupid healing whatever stress on his mind in that moment. Superman had his family in smallville, his wife and his reporter job.

Nightwing had, well sex. He frequents bars and clubs out of costume, he has no issues pulling anyone he has interest in and in costume? lets just say people really enjoy how flexible he is

After a somewhat boring patrol of bludhaven Dick happened to find himself on top of a popular queer club soon after opening. Deciding fate had its eye out on him, he went inside.

The stark colours of the club, the thrum of music, and the dance floor filled with all sorts of people made him smile. Openly queer heroes commonly stopped here, so not many were shocked by his appearance

He found you in the crowd, drinking and enjoying yourself. You were hot, and you were looking at him, and he knew the eyes you were giving him all too well.

It didn't take long for him to get you both out of there and to a quiet alley.

He doesn't remove any of his suit, just grabbing you and holding you against the wall. He kisses at your neck and he presses his body against you, already having the blood rush downwards.

With a suit so tights you can easily see and feel what's happening, and you feel the same way, with the way nightwing has his mouth on your neck and the way his body is against yours no one could blame you

It isn't long before you're flipped, cold stone against your cheek, and your bottoms tugged down enough so that he can have his way with you.

His hand is on your cock while the other guides his cock against you, grinding against you suit to skin. The way he grips your cock making you dizzy.

He pulls his hand off of your cock to undo the front of suit, body hot and his cock hard, something about him, stood there behind you in next to nothing but his cowl makes you warm.

It doesnt take long for him to situate himself against you, cock sliding in slow and it burns in a way that makes you gasp. He bites your neck and grabs your cock again, the sensation of his hand masking the burn in a pleasure.

He thrusts, slow and short, as you both adjust. He huffs into your skin as he gets used to you, the tightness being everything he needs.

As you both settle, he grabs your neck, the other hand holding your waist, curving you as far as you'll go, and he thrusts, his care slowly melting away with every time his hips smack you from behind.

It doesn't take long for the rhythm to change, getting more and more needy, aggressive, and all around desperate. The grip on your neck gets tighter, and nightwing places his head on your shoulder, letting you hear his bitten back sounds.

He cums, groaning as his hips stutter to fuck him through the orgasm, the hand on your waist moving to your cock, haphazardly stroking you, the sensation of his hips and hands tipping you over the edge, cum landing on the wall.

He pulls out, the cum spilling with him, dripping out of you, and with what he'd say was no other option nightwing drops to his knees. Licking it up, swallowing some as it spills onto his tongue.

When he lifts himself up, he takes your bottoms with him. Whatever was left dampening the fabric, he makes you face him and kisses your tongue first. The unfamiliar taste of his cum filling your mouth as you both messily kiss.

Thats how he leaves you, with a smile, a lingering taste of cum and a promise he'll find you again

[just-a-creep-babe]

I've been watching my demon on netflix and I have a ✨concept✨ for you 🤭

Being a super rich heiress but not being able to get said money until you marry. So, what do you do? Summon a demon, of course (could be Habit or our boy EJ) so you can get quickly married and get your money 👀👀with a hint of enemies to lovers 👀

Honestly?? 👀👀👀

[cosycafune]

MATING PRESS!

1.0k words. kento's a little tipsy, a pussy-strucken mess. all he wants is to divulge in his precious housewife's cunt, consistently engaging in a mating press. he's desperate, wanting all of you...entirely. maybe, just maybe, he'd stuff you enough to corrupt you.

acts: messy sex, nasty sex, unprotected sex, mating press, slight corruption kink, breeding kink, teasing, overstimulating, crying, submission, creampies, sloppy kissing, consensual intimacy. mdni. 18+. masterlist.

a/n: kento likes messy sex, when he's slightly drunk.

YOU'RE TREMBLING, faced with the sight of a partially drunk Kento – flaunting an intimidating manspread. Nothing within you could face his wrath, sensing the itching lust that captures his low eyes. Naturally, you knew what Kento longed for. It’s so obvious, the moment you’re settled between Kento’s thighs – shaking with yearning you can’t shed.

Intoxicated with your presence, Kento pushes himself into drawing you nearer – toying with the ends of your frilly summer dress. Hungrily, Kento’s gaze darts up to you – sporting an intimidating aura. Whenever Kento drank in tolerable amounts, he’d become pent up – tinted with an insatiable urge for you.

Gluttony adorns him. Kento wanted to consume you, filling you up endlessly with his fruitful seed. Just seeing you, nervous, unable to control your lust, in front of him, drove him crazy. Even with him warmed by the alcohol, he always longs to stuff his beautiful wife, no matter where he lingers.

Shit, he’d take you on the couch he’s sitting on, the table, the floor, on the wall. Kento just wanted to take you on any spot he could, he didn’t fucking care in the slightest. All he longed for was to stuff you with his heavenly cock, pounding and decimating your cunt with everything he had. Sexually, he longed to suffocate you — driving into you to listen to every squeamish sound you make.

“Kento?” Meekly, you speak – gasping at his burly fingers kneading your doughy bubble butt.

“Hm?” Consumed by longing, Kento lowly greets your eyes – barely muttering a fruitful sound.

“‘Sure you wanna do this?” Squeezing your eyes close, you question him, “You’ve been drinking.” Frowning, you warm at Kento drawing you nearer to you – sitting you upon his tender lap.

“I’ve only drank a little, my love.” Reassuring you, Kento removes his lime glasses – displaying the aged contours beneath his eyes.

“If you’re sure, Ken’,” Teasing him, you fall tender – smitten at Kento’s fingers roaming over the fabric against your hips.

—⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You’re an unredeemable mess, your lips sloppily capturing Kento’s while his fat, angelic cock passionately pounded your plushy pussy. Gasps, desperate, dirty moans and pleasurable squelching sounds flooded the room. Unspoken tension riddled each one of Kento’s crazed thrusts, pooling into the subtle alcoholism that tints his breath. It’s so obvious, your decimated pussy tells its story – singing a sinful melody.

“Kento! Ngh! Warm!” Overstimulated, you frantically warm – enclosed by Kento’s physique in a mating press. 

“Love…when you’re like this,” Needy, Kento’s smooth tone adorns your ears – paring with his eager thrusts.

“‘Ts too…deep,” Mewling frantically, you feel Kento grab your jiggly ass cheek – gripping it to lodge his cock further into you. 

“You can…handle it,” Subtle aggressiveness tints Kento’s voice, leading him into softly kissing your lips.

“‘Can…Mhmm! Handle…it,” Cock-driven, your moans are breathless — consumed by Kento’s extreme neediness.

“That’s…my baby,” Hazy, Kento gently praises you — allowing his heavy balls to slap against your ass.

“So…warm,” Mewling, so, so, out of it, your eyes flutter — lifelessness tinting your battered eyes.

“Mhm, you ready… for my cum?” Kento’s tone holds a fragment of degradation. 

Instinctively, it causes him to pound into you with a might he knows you’re unable to handle. You’re barely able to breathe, your breasts perched up while his lips greedily meet your own. Ironically, your cognitive functions are limited — filled with the deepness and manhandled by Kento’s large cock. Every ounce of your physique is stuffed with Kento — intoxicated — tickled with the deepest elements of him.

“Baby, please!” Pleading, you tremble frantically — unable to function or breathe without Kento’s cum.

Within his presence, you always longed to be stuffed and decimated by him — every string of you wrapped around him. Your eyes were always flooded with love hearts, blooming further with the more cum Kento poured within you.

When it comes to hardcore intimacy, Kento’s extremely nasty — ruining you until you’re absolutely nothing. It’s a tad worse when he’s drunk and whiny, but able to consent enough to function. Hours would flow by, but Kento wouldn’t release you — honing his body with each thrust. None of him cared about drifting into overtime, he would simply expand on his nastiness.

Like, right now, the bedsheets are town, soaked with cum and squirt. The room’s thick with the blissful smell of sex, the sounds of inhumane struggling, cock handling and everything indecent. This imagery contrasted with Kento’s clean imagery, especially since he’s a man of hygiene. 

Yet, currently, he’s extraordinarily sweaty, his cock decorated with your dripping cum. Kento’s blonde locks stick to his forehead, his narrow eyes greeting yours as he bucked his deepest within you — feeling his previous rounds of cum clinging to his thighs. The whole room is extremely trashed, riddled with marks, and scattered furniture; everything’s clustered and unjust.

“Shit, I’ll give it to you,” Satisfied, watching you extensively beg for his cum, Kento responds — grinning.

“Please, I've… earnt it, Kento,” An external and internal mess, you plead heavily – your stomach churning at Kento fulfilling the mating press.

Mentally conquered, Kento tugs at your bubble butt – thrusting himself so deeply within you. So deeply, you’re unable to remember your name. You groan, thrash, basking within his company – eerily complete. Complete before he suffocates you beneath you, his diabolical cock pulsating deeply within you.

Wickedly, Kento glances down at you – his precious wife – enjoying the discipline he gifts you. When it comes to you, Kento’s unable to resist corrupting you – someone he’d spoil more than anything. Obviously, you loved it when Kento’s rough with you – pulverising you. Even with you as his precious housewife, Kento couldn’t help but gift you baby batter – so you can nurture a bun in your oven.

“Mhm, you…have,” Proud, Kento harshly finishes inside of you – filling you preciously with his manly spurts of cum. Every ounce of his cock was structured for you, no matter what moment remained. Shit, this moment compelled him frantically – toning him with love, devotion and solace.

Filled, Kento kisses your tender lips – observing the explicit mess he has made of you. Right now, you’re beautiful marked – submissive for him. Every crevice of you is structured for him, especially in this mating press.

He knew he would have to try this position again.

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[konigsblog]

Konig and reader in cabin snowed in :3

TW: NON-CON THEMES. MDNI 18+

You should've known better than to take a shortcut home, should've thought about it more thoroughly. You should've been more prepared for the weather to worsen like this. You knew it was risky to take a shortcut home through the tall and looming trees of an unfamiliar forest you'd never ventured into before, but as the rain and wind began to rapidly pick up the pace and strength, all you wanted was to be safe in the warm confines on your apartment.

Now, here you were, shamefully knocking on a cabin door, shuddering through the icy and harsh winds, the sensation of the freezing, strong hail against your tights, how your cheeks and ears felt as if they were about to fall off if you were to stay out here for any longer. This was the last thing you wanted to do, but as the rain hardened, you'd have to make do with your fateful circumstances.

König wasn't the kindest man, infamous for his aggression through the village. He was unusually and eerily silent, not the most generous, full of rage and malice most would describe him as. An ex-soldier with no output for his anger. But, the loner wouldn't turn down an opportunity at a woman staying the night. His exhausted, sunken eyes met yours, and with a hoarse groan, he offered you the night.

His gaze didn't leave you once, creepily and cautiously watching you, waiting for you to slip up, looking for any excuse for his pent up fury. As you ate your food, he sat back on the wooden chair, creaking with his bodyweight. You didn't think twice about accepting the delicious, calorific food he offered you, a foolish mistake you'd learn to regret as soon enough, your drowsiness would prevent you from moving, from defending yourself against him. Your vision became blurry, foggy, and hazy while your hands shook uncontrollably. Your eyes widened as your heart rate increased, König's large hands cradling your form while you babbled incoherently.

Struggling through a pounding and raging headache, you were able to make out your new surroundings. Unfamiliar, hauntingly terrifying. Dirt and dust littered the concrete floor, with straps tightened around your wrists and ankles and your bare skin exposed to the icy, bitter cold air. You whimpered as a rough and calloused hand wandered your bare and supple thigh, your instinct being to clench them together through embarrassment to his sensual touch. His deep breathing against your ear gave you a frightening feeling of dread and disgust, as the sound of his leather belt unfastening filled the silence between your soft cries and his heavy heaving.

You wouldn't be able to leave the next morning, anyway. With the cabin snowed in due to the harsh December weather, and the ache between your legs bounding you to him.

He could get used to this.

[bbokicidal]

Again & Again. | Hybrid!SKZ [B.C.]

╱|、 Pairing : Wolf Hybrid!Bangchan x Fem!Reader (˚ˎ 。7 Warnings : Aggressive Chan, Sexual Content (MDNI), biting, knotting, |、˜〵 choking/pinning, spit/drool, growling/snapping, borderline BDSM じ���ˍ,)ノ Notes : Day 3 of 4 from the BbokiDwae Collab with @dwaekkicidal!

ㅤ-`♡´- Hybrid!Chan likes to have his way - all of the time. But that's because he views himself as the Alpha in your household, so if you comply with him, it just makes everything easier. And of course, that slips over into the bedroom as well. -`♡´- Which means that he wants you to just sit still, look pretty, and let him abuse your holes until you're reduced to tears that stain the soft white sheets under your head.

-`♡´- Constant, hard, rough, bed-rocking, headboard-slamming-on-the-wall fucking ; whether that means he's got you bent over the side of the bed or he's mounting you from behind - maybe even letting you sit atop his hips while he pushes his cock up into you from below. -`♡´- He cannot do soft sex unless he absolutely has to. And there is a reason for that.

-`♡´- Primal urges are constant when it's mating season for him. He's growling under his breath at people who get too close to you, he always has to have his hands on your waist or in your back pocket, and if you're at home then he's stuck to your side like glue. -`♡´- And those primal urges also transfer into the bedroom as well. He'll snarl at you from behind when you squirm as your orgasm approaches, whispering out that you should stay still if you want it to take and that he's going to keep going until he knows you're full of his pups. -`♡´- If you're not listening and keep moving underneath him, he'll scruff you by biting at the side of your neck and sinking his teeth in just enough to hold you tight. It hurts, he knows it hurts, and he'll apologize for it later with a soft whimper in his voice - but for now he just needs your pretty body to lay still for him.

-`♡´- Speaking of urges - during mating season all they're telling him to do is breed. -`♡´- He's constantly in you - pinning you down with a hand on your neck on the sofa, bending you over in the bed, filling you to the brim against the kitchen counter; He's fucking up into you with heavy balls and a ruddy tip that is always, always leaking in desperation to be rubbing up on your gummy pink walls. -`♡´- And he's got so much cum to give. During mating season his body is constantly vibrating, jittery and aching for release. And one knot is never enough.

-`♡´- He's flooding you with cum so much so that even his knot can't contain it. He'll fuck into you, growl out as soon as his knot inflates and huff as it locks him into you - and even then he won't stop, rutting his hips desperately for more friction until he's grinding his cock deeper against your walls, kissing your cervix with a tip that spurts thick ropes of white to fill you up. -`♡´- And as soon as his knot deflates, it comes leaking out the moment he moves away. So he plugs you up again, cock still hard and eyes rolling back at the way you're so slick now. And how is he supposed to stop then, hm?

-`♡´- There is a lot of biting involved. You're constantly covered in marks of his dominance and adoration by being littered with imprints of his canines - though he knows better and will leave them in less obvious places - both from holding you down/frustration and pent up feelings and from needing to mark you up so others know that his territory includes you. -`♡´- And the man is feral. He's absolutely going to be drooling when he fucks you, tongue sliding over his lips over and over at the sight of how delicious your body looks rocking underneath his as he fucks into you for the fourth time that evening - if you ask nicely, and if you're into it, he may just spit on your pussy too. (He probably will anyway.)

-`♡´- He is determined to breed you. Even if you're on birth control or simply don't want kids (and he knows it), he'll still attempt to fill you up as much as he possibly can. Even though there's just so much cum that it all ends up leaking out in the end.

-`♡´-

"Gonna fill you up. You want that, yeah? You want me to fill you up?" He'll whine to mock your moans, brows crinkling when you choke on your sounds. "Say it." He'll growl, "Say you want it."

"Sit still. Sit still," He huffs, hand landing a harsh slap to your ass before squeezing the tender flesh in an attempt to keep you from moving. "Don't you want my pups, baby? Then quit moving."

"Oh my God, you're so fucking tight. So warm. God, don't ever wanna pull outta this pretty pussy."

"Where are you going?" He'll chuckle, grabbing onto your hips to drag you back to him when you try to crawl away for a small break between fuckings. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Fuck, might break you open. Split your pussy apart with my knot. Think you can take it? Yeah? Well you're gonna."

[cvnt4him]

mi mi.. first time sending a req but i yearn for izu putting reader in a headlock and fucking himself stupid. sprinkle sprinkle, lots of luv ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

you got it<3

Izuku had been pent up for a bit, yearning for your touch. He needed you to make him feel better, his hand was no longer enough for him. He was just so busy that he never had the time to really enjoy what he was doing.

He'd finally gotten some time alone with you, and boy did he plan to make it count for something. Of course you didn't object, you wanted to make him feel better; to relieve him of his stress and other worries.

Izuku held you down in your bed, one hand on your hips the other on your throat. He was being quite aggressive but goodness you didn't mind. It was sexy to see this side of him, that terribly feral side. Where he acted like a wild animal who hadn't eaten in ages.

He roughly grinded his hips into yours groaning deeply with a rasp in his tone, he would pause his passion filled kisses for only a second just to breath or tell you how much he loved you. How much he needed you, how much he wanted to feel you squeeze around his cock.

The thought alone had his self control fleeting. He heard a mewl leave you as he moved his attention to your neck he knew you were sensitive there, nibbling lightly and sucking harshly hickeys onto your skin.

“ oh izuku..”

Your voice so soft and sweet silently pleading for him. It drove him crazy, what more could he have done besides rip all of your clothes off. He moves with haste, almost as if taken over by lust completely. Izuku flipped you over with ease as if you were nothing to him, pushing your back down into an aching arch a harsh slap coming to your ass warning a loud gasp from you.

Your eyes widened and your skin stung with pain. However you couldn't deny the butterflies that littered your stomach, the way your heart fluttered at the sudden excitement of this enticing side of your normally gentle and sweet boyfriend, your cunt clenched at the thought of how rough he might be with you tonight. Maybe you'd actually pass out from overwhelming pleasure....

An hour later you were a mess. Cheeks slick with tears, drool dripping down your lips past your chin and down your neck. Izuku had his fingers in your mouth while he had you in a headlock, his arm tightly around your neck as he grunted with each painful and sharp thrusts he delivered.

“ fucking hell.. take this fucking dick— take it.”

You couldn't speak, your voice raspy and hoarse eyes crossing and failing to focus on anything as you let him fuck you into oblivion. He was sweaty and so were you, it was terribly hot and him holding you so close skin against skin making you both even sweatier.

Your head was spinning and you were in pain. Izuku never pushed you past your limit but boy was tonight different, many different positions and many many orgasms. Izuku knew when to stop, he knew if you needed him to he would....right?

“ oh- oh yeah baby, so fuckin' good at this..”

You could hear his breath quicken, his pace fastening even more. He was in a daze dead set on emptying his tightening balls inside of you once more. His orgasms were always heightened, his hyperspermia had him cumming for a long time. And it was so much too, alot to take inside. But he knew you'd take it for him you were too fucked dumb to even protest.

A low groan left him, whines proceeding to leak from his mouth as well as he squeezed his eyes shut. Sweat dripping down his forehead past his eyebrow and onto his forearm around your neck, he kissed your head lightly and had his thumb rubbing your head too. It was sweet honestly, but you couldn't bother to think about it your cunt spasming around his cock and milking his cum out of him all over again.

“ gon... gonna cum...”

Izukus voice was low as it was quivering and you could hear whines leaving him. They grew louder as his hips slapped against your ass rougher, your hands squeezed around his forearm feeling his veins and the way he flexed around your neck causing you to feel lightheaded.

His orgasm came crashing onto him the way your pussy fluttered had him moaning in your ear, his hot breath was all over your body making your sweaty body even more moist. You felt his tight grip on your neck cease to exist a gush of air invading your lungs. The sharp intake of a ton of air making you choke on it, coughing and slouching forward to catch your breath.

As izuku came back to his senses it worried him, had he gone too far? Maybe he was a bit too rough with you....he could've let up a bit for you. He had put you through the ringer for a while.

“ hey, you okay? did I go too far..”

Those wide eyes of his carrying terrible guilt behind them. He rubbed circles on your back while you relaxed to his touch. You lean back against him his naked body against yours as you lay on him. He sighs and just lies down, you were both sweaty and the air you had forgotten existed felt so sweet in your moist bodies. You were pretty messy, leaking a heavy amount of his cum you figured this was either his problem or one for later.

Izuku took care of it of course.

yeah I need to do better...

[atyourmerci]

I don’t care that you’re a stoner

Ceo!abby

Dr. A.A

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, mean!abby, sub!reader, light bondage (belt), tribbing brrr, talks of strap usage, tribbing breeding kink brrr, degradation, fingering, cum play

A/N: this is technically a drabble but I gave it a title bc that’s what Chappell deserves

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Why Dr. Anderson decided to come to you, your pathetic excuse of an ‘office’ instead of your usual frequent visits to hers, was beyond you. Following her around like a dog to her every beck and call. Having to call her doctor since she insisted on getting her doctorate in finance…fucking prick.

Even your credentials, your place in the hierarchy of the company didn’t exclude you from being her little bitch. She seldom gave you the decency of just looking at you when you did her dirty work. Filing her papers, calling her clients, getting her coffee, black of course, like she would drink anything with an ounce of happiness.

She never thanked you. She made it clear where you stood to her, below her. A bleeding, breathing, able-minded body. It could be you, or the next, as long as it was done correctly.

So nice of her as she glares at you from the door of your office that was always open. “What are your plans for tonight?” She says driving her veiny wrists into her slack pockets, her normal intimidating eyes driving into your soul.

“I should be done that paperwork by six, is there something else I need to get to you?”

“After that,” she remarks sternly, as if you should’ve know that, as if that was something she’d ever asked before.

“Uhh go home?” You answer dumbly, utterly confused by her insistence on your personal endeavors.

“Come out with us tonight. We go to max’s down the road,” it was a question with no opportunity for refusal. You didn’t say no to Dr.Anderson.

“Oh I don’t-“ you shake your head before she cuts you off.

“I know I can smell you. Seven. Tonight.”

Sprawled out, aggressively stripped of your outing dress, on her luxurious thousand thread cotton sheets. Dr. Anderson’s Louis Vuitton belt tied around your wrist, her attempt to regain dominance.

Even as she’s panting, muffled curses coming out as pleas as she grinds her soaking cunt against your own. Her clit is so swollen now, after completely abusing your hole. Her pent up arousal seeping into the sticky mess she created with her relentless thrusts earlier.

“Couldn’t fucking stop thinking ‘bout this,” she pants out, rutting into you like a dog in heat, her sticky white cum ruining her precious expensive sheets.

You can’t seem to find words to remark her pathetic admission, so completely fucked out from your previous orgasm.

Kneading your breast in her hand she brings her teeth to your neck, biting down on the thin flesh, sure to leave marks for everyone to see. But that wasn’t enough for her.

“Gonna cum in this needy pussy, let everyone know how much of a whore you are.”

A guttural moan leaves your throat, the thought of her marking you, claiming you as hers.

“Hmm the little slut likes that? Getting used as my fucking cumdump?”

The only thing you can seem to mutter out is a sad ‘mhmm’ as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

A ‘fucking slut’ is heard in the background as you feel her reposition herself, turning herself sideways inbetween your legs, throwing your leg over her shoulder. She reconnects your swollen clits, with the addition of sliding two of her thick fingers back into you. Slipping in with ease, coating her fingers with the mix of pearl slick.

“FUCK,” you come back to your senses at the new sensation, needing to hold onto anything but your hands are still bound by her belt.

“Still so fucking tight, need to stretch her out so it’ll only feel good when I do it.” Her pace beginning to quicken, her hips bucking into your thigh. Her teeth biting into the flesh of your thigh, holding back whimpers of your name.

“B-better take all my cum. Every last drop slut,” she begins losing herself, her thrusts only getting sloppier. Gripping into the flesh of your thighs to stabilize herself, trying to get you off again before herself.

“I-I promise doctor.”

Was what set her off, dropping her head back as her mouth gapes. “fuckfuckholyfuck,” her legs begin to shake, hot white cream dripping out of her pulsing hole, dripping down your clit and finding its home in your own twitching abandoned hole.

Huffing out as she regains her stability, realizing she’s losing time, her cum dripping down to her sheets and spreading. Not where she needed it.

She takes her fingers back to your cunt, scooping up what’s left, pushing it deep inside of you and keeping them as far as she can get.

“This is what you wanted huh? Nasty fucking mess stuffed with my cum,” she says with a grin of the devil herself. So pleased seeing you so dumb for her, another level of submission she could coax you into.

You give a pathetic nod, feeling her cum painting your walls as she’s deep in your cervix. She begins giving tantalizing licks to your clit as she watches your chest rise and fall.

“Abby please-“

Before you could finish you feel a rough grab on your belt adorned wrists, pulling you up to face her.

“Get the rest you missed.” She says pulling you down into the sheets, your mouth opening instinctively. Licking the cum soaked cotton sheets as she watches you from below her.

Once she’s satisfied she grips your jaw in her hand, guiding your gaze to her soaking cunt, still dripping with the mix of both of your orgasms-

“Every. Last. Drop.”

[sagittariusmarz]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 ((𝘱𝘢𝘤))

Pile 1

I see that you make them want to take pictures of you or record you, your energy easily makes them turned on. I see that your energy can make them cum hard or multiple times, your energy is hypnotic to them and they love hearing your voice or moans. Your energy makes them want to get closer to you and makes them more affectionate or handsy, your energy makes them want to record you doing sexual acts with them so they can watch it later. Your energy makes them addicted to you, it makes them think of you all the time. Signs- Gemini/pisces, Aquarius in 8th house/leo in 2nd house. Initials- K, G, Y

Pile 2

I see that your energy makes them want to secretly record or take pictures of you while you guys are having sex or just when you guys are together and you’re not paying attention, your energy makes them want to make love to you and they want to have slow passionate sex with you. Your energy makes them expressive and makes them more affectionate, your energy makes them want to spoil you and show you off in public. Your energy makes them horny and sometimes they just want to have a quickie to get their sexual pent up energy out, I see that your energy makes them want to have sex in the mirror and watch your body language or facial expressions. Your energy makes them want to do oral sex with you and cum in your mouth or vice versa. Signs- Leo/cancer, Capricorn in 19th house/ Leo in 2nd house. Initials- A, G, E

Pile 3

I see that your energy makes them want to get on top of you and have sex with you until you cum, your energy makes them want to blindfold you or restrain you and touch your body all over to make you feel good. Your energy makes them want to make you cum multiple times, your energy makes them want to have passionate sex with multiple times and then go out together after still coming down from your orgasms. Your energy makes them aggressive and it sometimes overwhelms them, your energy makes it hard for them to control themselves/they get extra horny or aggressive. Your energy makes them feel comfort and less self conscious, your energy makes them feral/intense and brings out their raw desires. Signs- Leo, Scorpio, Capricorn. libra in 11th house/ Leo in 6th house. Initials- T, A, Q

Personal readings always available

Divider by @anitalenia

[sosasturns]

knock em out - c. sturniolo

blurb, in which reader puts mma!chris to sleep… based on by this ask from bat anon.

your face was pressed deep into the hotel suite's plush pillows, hands flat against the sheets, your feet barely touching the floor as chris let his frustrations out on you. he was going hard-each sharp thrust knocking the literal sonic coins out of you, leaving you breathless, gripping onto the bedding like it could somehow ground you.

"take this shit," he murmured, voice dark and clipped, still riled up from the shit-talking that went down earlier. his grip was unforgiving, big hands spreading you wider, pressing down on the small of your back to get that perfect fucking angle. "take my dick, just like that. mhm. doin' so well takin' this dick."

he was pissed. furious. this fight had him on edge, the opponent running his fucking mouth, and chris was dealing with it the only way he knew how-channeling all that pent-up aggression into you, fucking you deep, sharp, rough, his breath heavy against the back of your neck as his fingers slid up to grasp your throat, tilting your head up slightly so he could murmur into your ear.

"gon' knock his ass the fuck out," he gritted, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust that had your toes curling.

you couldn't even speak-just gasping, moaning into the pillow, your body damn near limp as he took full control.

then, suddenly, it stopped.

a deep inhale from behind you, followed by chris flipping you over in one smooth motion, your back meeting the mattress before his hand slid to your jaw, guiding your gaze to meet his. his eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, jaw clenched tight.

"get on top," he muttered, voice low, demanding.

"not letting you come yet. you want it? you work for it."

you didn't hesitate, already straddling his lap, rolling your hips as you slid down onto him with a moan, feeling every inch. chris' head tilted back against the pillows, lips parted, a sharp inhale leaving him as you started to move. slow at first, teasing, rolling your hips just the way he liked, before shifting into a steady bounce.

his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin. he was struggling-you could tell. the way his brows furrowed, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"slow," he rasped, trying to steady your movements.

"slow, baby. fuck."

but you weren't listening. you leaned forward, your palm grasping his chin, forcing his head up to meet your gaze.

"you're gonna knock the fuck out of him tomorrow," you whispered, your lips grazing his as you continued to ride him, keeping him deep, squeezing around him.

his lips twitched into a lazy, hooded smirk, a breathy huff leaving him. "this pussy 'bouta knock me out next," he muttered.

you laughed softly, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, feeling the way he shuddered beneath you. it didn't take long after that-his grip tightening, hips stuttering up into yours, a string of curses and your name leaving his lips as he came, head tilting back, body relaxing completely beneath you.

you took a moment to catch your breath before slipping off of him, settling beside him, your cheek resting against his chest. a comfortable silence filled the room, the only sounds being his steady breathing.

when you lifted your head to glance at him, his eyes were already shut, mouth parted slightly, knocked out.

you shook your head with a small smile, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw before whispering,

"good luck tomorrow, baby."

but he was already deep in sleep.

@ sosasturns

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[voxslays]

hear me out on Inho fucking us in a stall during night time🌚

IS IT CASUAL, NOW? — HWANG IN-HO

Pairings: In-ho x wife!reader Warnings: Smut, quickies, AFAB!reader, bathroom sex, light angst

It wasn’t easy keeping up a facade. Even more so, when your husband was the frontman and hiding amongst the players. Yet, you did your best to pretend you didn’t even know the man during the games—but it was just too hard.

Tonight, you couldn’t handle being near such a large group of people and had decided to hide in the bathroom, staring at your tear stained cheeks through the now cracked mirror, as you hear distant footsteps. Maybe it was your beloved husband, you thought—but it was probably just wishful thinking.

You lean down to the sink, throwing cold water onto your face. You didn’t have the luxury skin-care products like you did back before you joined the players. And how you hated it. Yet, when you looked back up from the mirror, you saw a very familiar face. His hair is now messy (unlike his usual slicked back style) but you would always recognize your husband, your In-ho.

In-ho slowly approaches you, his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror. He reaches out and gently wipes the tears from your face with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He says nothing, just stands there, studying your reflection in the mirror.

“I want to go home.” You cry into his embrace. “I hate pretending like I don’t know who you are.” You sob, nearly choking on your own tears. His arms wrap tightly around you, one hand cupping your face tenderly, while the other strokes your hair gently. For a brief moment, all the ruthlessness of the frontman disappears, leaving only the man who loves you. His lips press against your damp hair "I know."

“Please.” You beg, as you feel his hand gently slide up and down your waist. For the first time since becoming the frontman, he feels his composure crumble. Seeing you so broken makes his hearts ache - the cold heart he's cultivated for this game, and the loving heart that beats only for you. His hand moves to hold your chin, tilting your face upwards. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

You immediately feel In-ho pull down the green track sweats you were required to wear, feeling the heat rise. He slowly removes his own mask, revealing his handsome face, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands roam over your body possessively, as if trying to memorize every curve. He breaks the kiss only to whisper huskily "Mine."

Just then, your husband pushes you into one of the bathroom stalls and locks the door, before pulling down his pants and boxers and ramming his length into you. He pounds into you relentlessly, his hips moving with a desperate urgency. Each thrust is a silent apology, a silent ‘I'm sorry’ for making you suffer. His hand reaches up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries and moans as he takes you hard and fast in the cramped stall.

You feel your eyes roll back in ecstasy. “It’s to much f’me.” You babble. In-ho growls softly as his thrusts become deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you. He's not being gentle—he's releasing all his pent-up stress and aggression from running the games into this quick, dirty bathroom sex with his beloved wife. "Spread wider."

You can feel yourself quickly hitting your climax as you moan out your husbands name. “In-ho!” You scream. His pace quickens, driving into you one last time as he follows your climax with his own release, his body trembling against yours in the pastel colored stall.

He leans his forehead against yours, panting heavily "Yeobo…" The intimacy of this moment contrasting sharply with the harsh reality of your situation. “One more day, and I promise we can leave.” He whispers into your ear as he puts his forehead to yours. One more day, huh? You could live with that.

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Being König's maid

he's gone on deployments most of the time so he needs someone for house-keeping

you keep everything to his liking, every nook and cranny of the house washed, dusted and shiny for your master or as he insists you call him 'König' or just 'Kö'

and when he returns, he's too exhausted to do anything, but also too pent up with aggression and adrenaline

he needs to blow off some steam and that's when you come to his aid, his Mäuschen, greeting him with your lovely smile... and your legs spread wide open for him

you lie on the edge of the bed in your maid outfit and pull up your skirt to reveal your pretty pussy with no panties on, already soaked and ready for him, begging for him

and he removes his gloves to touch you, feel you after so long... yes he will fuck you with his gloved fingers if you ask nicely but this is not the time for that... now he needs to feel you

and he brings his hand to your heat, sliding it over your wet cunt and licking your arousal off his fingers as his throbbing cock becomes more and more desperate

and he takes out his weeping shaft impatiently, but he maintains some self control so as not to pound into you right then and there

his veiny dick slides over your soaking wet folds and he lets out a shaky sigh at the slight touch of your warm soft cunt on his desperate cock

he keeps sliding between your folds, but never fully entering you as you moan and beg him to fuck you already

but no, he needs to savor the sweet sensation, he can pound into you mercilessly later, you have all the time in the world

"Please..." you whine pathetically, "Patience, Mäuschen." he murmurs as he keeps rubbing his cock on your desperate cunt

and finally, when he decides to slide in, he pushes the tip painfully, teasingly slow as you whine and beg for more

and he gives you more... and more as he keeps shoving his fat cock inside your tight hole and you squeal out from the delicious wide stretch although there's the familiar slight sting at first since it's been so long

and he keeps pressing until his hips meet your ass and he growls, throwing his head back in sheer pleasure of finally feeling the heavenly sensation of your warm soft walls enfolding him

and he can't go slow anymore... deciding to firmly grasp the back of your thighs to spread them wider and he starts greedily ramming his thick cock inside your little slick cunt

your eager pulsating walls feel every vein, bump and ridge of his cock as he keeps viciously driving it in and out of you, reaching deep inside and hitting every single sweet spot

his hand reaches forward to toy with your puffy twitching clit, stimulating you even further as if you weren't a whimpering mess already

he groans and pants heavily like a raging animal in heat as he vigorously slams into your swollen abused cunt, "meins... alles meins" he grunts out

your loud rasped-out moans turn into high-pitched hiccups with each brutal thrust as your high approaches

and the rushing cascade of your orgasm courses through you as you cry out his name, streams of your juices squirting all over him and the bed

he grunts deeply as your quivering walls tighten around him and he babbles incoherently in german as he gets closer and closer, but you make out some words, "nur… für… mich." he punctuates each word with a harsh slam of his hips onto yours

"what?!" you ask hazily, looking at him through lidded eyes as you hear him mumble something about breeding you and making you a 'mutter'

and he spills his seed deep inside your greedy womb while a low groan leaves his throat

he flops down on you while panting and you hold him in your arms, but he quickly gathers himself to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom

he washes you surprisingly gently, completely in contrast of his harsh fucking

and he kisses every bruise on your body, but you notice the faint smug grin on his face

[tacticalprincess]

Pet desk gf with Konig pretty pleasee!

this with gamer!könig! he’s already suffocatingly clingy and obsessive over you as it is, so the fact that you willingly sit with him for hours while he games is everything he could’ve asked for. he can get fully submersed into whatever violent shooting game he’s into that month without worrying about your whereabouts or wellbeing, knowing you’re in the safest place you can be; right where he can see you. and plus, you make much better use than any of the other inanimate objects you gifted him to decorate his gaming setup, sitting pretty on his strong, broad lap while you sporadically feed him snacks you put together, rubbing his back and clinging to his burly arms.

he can tell when you get horny and achey from watching the way his jaw clenches in concentration, the way his fingers and biceps flex as he plays, from the way you start to huff and squirm for his attention. depending on how generous he’s feeling that day, he’ll either shut you up by bouncing his knee, letting you rub your swollen clit red and raw on his thigh, or with a few thick fingers stuffed inside your greedy, slick pussy, all without looking away from his screen. if you need something in your mouth, you’re always welcome to crawl under the desk and help yourself, so long as you’re not interrupting his gameplay.

cockwarming him is a special occasion — and one that almost always ends in your sore, stretched out pussy being pounded mercilessly after he turns off his computer. whether that be happy and victorious after a win, or aggressive and brutal after a rage quit. he’s broken countless keyboards and monitors by fucking you harshly into them, or throwing them off the desk in the heat of the moment, too eager to release all his pent up frustration inside your warm, welcoming cunt. and you lay back and take it like the good little toy you are, the best stress reliever he could ask for <3

[vmiina]

summary dean smith has been pent up for weeks, you decide to ease some of his tension by coming to surprise him at work.

warnings 18+ mdni!! blowjob nearly getting caught

dean leans back in his leather chair, the worn leather creaking under his weight. rubbing his temples as he glares at the laptop screen. his inbox is overflowing with passive-aggressive emails, the reports are a mess because of how many he’s written so far, and his assistant just rescheduled his lunch break— again. when you step into his office he barely glances up at you, all his attention on the laptop in front of him.

“baby not now— ‘m drowning in corporate bullshit,” he sighs, loosening his tie, it felt like it was choking him. he was getting so fed up with his job, it was like he didn’t have any free time— just work, work and even more work, with all these assholes who demand too much from him, who don’t know how to do their jobs right. and you had seen how that affects him for weeks now, he’s been coming home everyday complaining how nobody knows anything at work, how he’s the only one actually doing what he’s told. so you just wanted to come and make his day better, by visiting him.

you walk around his desk, settling down on the edge, one brow cocked. “i think you need a break, dean,” you say, your tone sweet, teasing. your fingers slowly trail down from his neck to his tie, tugging on it lightly to get him to look at you. you hate how much attention he pays to his job, you know it’s real important to not only him but you too, but it’s been getting out of hand for weeks. it hurt you to see him so exhausted and angry all the time.

the side of dean’s lip curves up, finally turning his full attention to you. “what kinda break are we talkin’ about here?” he asks, his eyes immediately glistening with excitement as his intense gaze meets yours. he definitely heard the teasing tone in your voice, he always does, so he knows what’s gonna happen next. he feels giddy just thinking about what’s coming up, like a teenager having a first kiss with their long-time crush. it didn’t take much to get dean riled up when it came to you, he was so weak.

you get off his desk, nodding for him to slide further with his chair so you could settle underneath his workstation. as he does that you do exactly what you were thinking of doing, settling beneath his little sanctuary on your knees. as he rolls his chair back to where he was before, your hands immediately go up to his thighs, delicate hands fondling with his belt. it has dean exhaling a breath sharply, your actions knocking his breath right out of his lungs.

the weight of the frustrating weeks, full of endless emails, pointless meetings, the pressure of being the man everyone constantly relied on. it all fades into the background when you’re here, about to suck him off at his workplace? yeah that could definitely make him forget everything about anything, he’s so whipped for you, really. and it’s not like he could ever refuse a good old blowjob from you, he’d be a sick, sick man if he did that.

you finally manage to undo his buckle, fingers slipping to open the zipper on his tight work pants. his smirk widens as he watches you with an amusement look on his face, hooded green eyes dark with lust. “you know,” he murmurs, voice dropping an octave. “i usually don’t mix business with pleasure.” but that definitely doesn’t mean he’s not open to the idea, the idea of getting caught doing such filthy things with you sends a thrill of excitement through him, making him shiver.

you look up at him, lips parting in mock innocence. “no?” your nails scrape lightly against his wool-clad thighs, fingers slowly inching towards his hardening cock. “maybe that’s your problem,” you coo softly as your hands go up just enough slip under the waistband of his pants, slipping them down just enough to give you easy access.

you keep a steady eye contact with him, your brows furrowing slightly with the need to please him. dean lets out a soft whimper as your hand palms him through his painfully-tight boxers, his cock is aching painfully, twitching painfully under the soft fabric. he chuckles softly, tilting his head back as he let you set the pace. his hand found his way to your hair, softly brushing his fingers through, petting your head softly. “you plannin’ on fixing that for me, baby?” he rasps, breath hitching as his cock finally springs free from his now slipped down boxers.

you take the base of his veiny cock into your warm palm, giving him a couple of slow strokes, thumb coming up to smear the pearly drop of precum on his cock. you lean in close enough to take the tip of it in your mouth, planting a couple of light licks there. dean gives you a soft hum of appreciation, you know how pent up he’s been so it’s good to know that you’re finally able to give him some sort of distraction from everything going on at the office. “attagirl,” he praises you, his grip on your hair tightening as he gently guides your head further down on his length. the action catches you off guard, his leaking tip brushing against the back of your head, making you softly gag.

a loud knock at the door makes you freeze.

dean didn’t move— didn’t even flinch one bit, if anything it only had him pushing your head even lower, making you take in more of him. he reaches for the mouse on his desk, casually clicking open a file like nothing is happening. “smith?” a voice came from the other side, his boss. dean leans back, swallowing down every groan threatening to escape, putting on an expression that makes it seem like he’s focusing on the file, and not you. “yeah?” dean’s voice is smooth, perfectly under control. but under the desk, his fingers tighten their grip ever so slightly on your strands, maybe like a silent warning, but knowing dean it’s probably encouragement.

“we still on for the five o’clock call?” his boss asks, checking his clock. dean clears his throat, adjusting the earpiece he has on. giving a soft hum to his boss as he glances up at him. “of course, wouldn’t miss it,” he says, with a soft nod watching as his boss walks out of the office door. as the footsteps fade down the hall, he exhales, glancing down at you with a mixture of amusement and challenge. “you,” dean murmurs, voice full of something darker now. “are gonna get me in so much trouble.” those words only have you give him pitiful puppy-dog eyes, batting your eyelashes at him. and if that doesn’t have him twitching in your mouth he doesn’t know what?

he lets go of the mouse, gripping the armrest of the chair with his now free hand. the other one, tangled in your hair, pushing your head till your nose is pressed up against his lower abdomen, the burn of his cock down your throat making tears well up in your eyes, a couple slipping down to his skin. “god— fuck you’re somethin’ else sweetheart—“ he groans, not even caring anymore who’s hearing and who’s not, he’s just too far gone. with your lips wrapped around his cock, he’s unable to think about anything else than the way your wet mouth is swallowing him in greedily.

his hips jut up just slightly, the feeling of your mouth on him is too much. it feels too good, like he’s right on cloud nine. you keep looking up at dean, your eyes glossy with tears, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. that look definitely needed to be captured, he’d frame it even, make a little shrine for you just because you look so sexy. that could definitely have dean cumming right now. “jesus sweetie— you’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” he whimpers, like actually whimpers. the sound of was noisy enough to make him check his surroundings, he could see a shadow outside the door but he doesn’t care.

he loosens the tight grip on your hair, letting you do your thing as he just watches, and enjoys the ride. your hands go up to pin dean’s hips down, gripping his thighs tightly, he’s squirming too much and you can’t properly focus on your task at hand. your mouth on him starts to grow sloppier, eagerly swallowing his entire cock down your throat. your lips are swollen and glistening, wrapped so snugly around his length. you move your head up and down, slightly hitting it against the desk one or two times, making you whine softly against his slick length. the vibrations of your whine making him grunt your name breathlessly. dean felt feverish, you had that effect of getting him all hot and bothered. his collar felt way too tight, so he opened the top button of it.

you swear that if he keeps up his sounds or movements—or anything that could possibly get you two caught— he’s about to get himself fired, dean has never been that quiet, always letting out not-so-quiet breaths, groans. and because of him you’ve been caught in action a couple times, and you won’t let that happen this time, not here. you didn’t want him to lose his job because of his horny self.

dean’s hands wander, gripping anything that could possibly keep him from falling apart. “jesus christ fuck— baby, ah!” he moans out, his thighs tensing up, his balls tightening painfully as a wave of pleasure washes over him. the leather chair creaks underneath his weight, he squeezes his eyes shut. he’s so close, you can feel it, with the way his cock twitches in your mouth like it has a mind of its own. you suck harder, you want him to lose himself. “sweetheart please—“ he pleads, you don’t really know for what, release maybe. so you steady your movements, knowing he’s about to come.

and it doesn’t take long for that to happen, his cock releasing thick, white ropes right down your throat and into your mouth. you let out a soft gag, nearly choking on the salty substance. you grab the base of his shaft, pulling him out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’ sound, swallowing his release at the same time. your lips are still coated with his cum, eyes hooded as you look up at him. dean shifts the chair so you can get out from under the desk, the small space you’ve been snugly under whilst pleasing your boyfriend.

he’s still catching his breath, labored and rough. “jesus baby you’re incredible—“ he says before you cut his sentence short with a soft kiss, he could taste his cum on your lips, in your mouth. and his cock is painfully hard again, it really didn’t make much from you to get him needing you again. you break the kiss as you lick your lips, looking at dean, he looks disheveled. his tie loose, his earpiece around his neck, top button of his shirt undone, work pants and boxers pulled down, revealing his yet again erect length.

“i’ll be waiting for you at home,” you say with a soft smile, giving him a wink. indicating that you’ll definitely be continuing from where you left off later.

[dinogoofymutated]

NSFW! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader

This is purely self-indulgent smuttiness for Kurt, because sometimes cuteness aggression surfaces as really wanting to suck a man's dick. I know we haven't actually seen him in the 97' show yet, but I couldn't help myself. Think of this as a mixture between show Kurt and Comic Kurt. Or imagine any Kurt really.

Tw: MDNI!!!! Oral, slight cursing. Reader was pictured as AFAB while writing but no specific genitals or pronouns are mentioned.

Trying to relax in the X mansion was near impossible. There's always some event, some drama or loudness taking place. Living with gambit was hard enough with the explosions and shit, but after Jubilee moved in…

There was just no Peace in this house. Even though you wouldn't trade it for the world, there wasn't exactly any "me" time, If you catch my drift. It was ridiculously hard to find time for yourself, leaving you a bit more pent up than normal.

On top of that, there was almost always some sexual tension in the house. Rogue and gambit, Jean and Scott. Morph. Literally just Morph, and their innuendos. It was hard enough to see Rogue and Remy tip-toe around eachother, But Jean and Scott? You can't remember a time they weren't sneaking off together to get laid.

All this had left you ridiculous stiff. No free time, surrounded by the adult equivalent of horny teens, it was taking a toll on you. When Kurt came back to the mansion, you were over the moon to see him.

You loved your boyfriend so incredibly much, but never before had you been thinking such sinful thoughts about him. You'd steel glances of his toned arms when he'd hand you something. Glance at his ass when he walked by. Hell, just his smile and laugh would get you going.

He was just so cute. He's loving, and caring, and kind. You felt so lucky to be with him, but that didn't change the fact that you wanted to jump his bones, bad. You wanted to suck this man dry, and as embarrassed you are to admit it, you didn't hesitate to. The moment you finally had him in your bed, you knew you were going to give this man the best head of his life.

“You want to-?” Kurt’s breath hitches, the faint pupils in his yellow eyes dilating. His adam's apple bobbs as he looks away from your heated gaze and sets his eyes on your hands, idly stroking down his soft abdomen. You lean down to kiss him again, tenderly. He returns the kiss eagerly, his tail swaying back and forth on the bed. It takes a moment for you to be able to focus enough to get back on task.

“Please, Kurt.” You beg, breaking the kiss with him. He chases after your lips, and the action is so cute you can't help but kiss him again, and again. You kiss the corner of his mouth, before kissing the crook of his neck, and then his collarbone, dragging your teeth across the velvety blue skin. His soft moans are music to your ears as your hands drag lower, gently cupping the bulge that had started to grow. The air catches in his chest, but you don't tease him for long, moving your hands up and down his chest once again. His tail wraps around one of your wrists.

“Are you sure?” Kurt asks, one of his hands reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. You can help but lean into the touch with a sigh, mouth watering at the prospect of having him against your tongue. You smile at him, scoffing just lightly.

“Of course I am, silly.” The words come out breathlessly. “Why wouldn't I be?” You trail kisses lower, paying special attention to the curly hair of his happy trail as you softly run your fingers across his skin. Kurt swallows, letting out a quiet whine as you start to slide his sweatpants down to free his cock.

“ ‘Just… Don't want you to feel like you have to, Schatz- Hng..” He lets out a choaked groan as you start to press kisses along his inner thighs as you remove the pants completely. You giggle a little, aiming to make him moan just a little louder as you start to stroke and kiss along his length.

“Believe me, love, I wouldn't be begging for it if I did.” You respond. Kurt opens his mouth to speak again, only to cut himself off with a sharp “Ah!” as you take the head of his cock into your mouth and start to suck. The end of his tail twitches, still wrapped around your wrist, and he chuckles.

“That was a dirty trick,” He says, reaching down to move the hair out of your face. You hum in appreciation as his hand gathers your locks, holding the hair back so he can see you better. You reward him by taking more of him into your mouth, reveling in the noises you receive in return. His skin is smooth and soft, and you find yourself appreciating every inch of him you can fit in your mouth.

You're doing your very best to give him exactly the kind of head he deserves for being so sweet and loving and caring. You think about the chores he's done without asking since he's been back as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The book he brought you as a souvenir as you glide back down, nosing the dark blue patch of curls. God- he was just the most perfect man you had ever met, and you were determined to reward him for that.

“Scheisse- I… Liebe, I'm going to…ah!” Kurt begins to writhe underneath you, and it gives you the best satisfaction when you open your eyes to see his face contorted in the throes of pleasure. You savor the taste of his skin as he begins to twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens around your hair, he free hand opening and clenching as he scrambles for purchase on the bed. You take hold of it, lacing your hands together as best you can just in time for him to reach his peak.

You never really liked the taste or texture of cum, but for Kurt, You'd swallow every drop he gives you. You work him through his high as he squeezes your hand, moaning at the sensation. His moans turn to whines as he becomes sensitive, his tail unwinding Itself from your wrist. You can tell just by looking at it that it might bruise, but you wouldn't dare tell him that.

His grip loosens on your hair as you pull away from him. His yellow eyes are teary and his muscles are relaxed and boneless, but that doesn't stop him from sitting up a little and sliding his hand behind the nape of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss. His kisses are loving and passionate, they leave you breathless when he pulls away. Kurt licks his lips as he takes you in, chest heaving. You can only imagine how you look with messy hair and swollen, spit stained lips, but there's nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I love you.” He says, after a moment of silence. “I'm in love with you. You know this, Ja?” His other arm wraps around your waist, tugging you even closer to him. You can't wipe the smile off your face as you lean in, resting your forehead against his own, pressing a chaste kiss against his nose.

“I do. I promise.” You reply. Kurt grins, and you can briefly hear the sound of his tail swishing in a way you know means he's thinking about doing something mischievous, and the next thing you know, there's a *Bamf!* as you fall into where he was once sitting on the bed. You have the slightest moment of confusion before Kurt is behind you. He grabs hold of you, leaning back to make you fall backwards into him with your back against his bare chest. He presses kisses along your neck and maneuvers you into his lap. Your legs are hooked over his own, his knees widening the space between your thighs as his hands trail so close to where you want him to be.

“Please, let me return the favor, my love.”

[wandasfavv]

Endless

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve been studying and doing your homework all day without breaks, worrying Wanda a bit. And once you act up due to the pent up stress, she makes you take it back.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Mommy!Wanda x Fem!Reader, dom/sub, fingering(r receiving), edging, spanking, humiliation & degradation, she’s so mean :((( but we love it

Noon came early as you sat on the couch, eyes fixated on the screen in front of you. You’ve been sitting there with your back arched in a terrible posture for hours, typing away on the computer situated on your lap. Every now and then you huffed out in irritation for not coming up with ideas quick enough to fit the minimal time you had left for this specific assignment. Luckily, it was due the next day and you had that sudden motivational rush that usually wouldn’t have come until the last minute. But of course you were still stressed for doing it so late when you previously had two weeks.

Your girlfriend, Wanda, was sitting beside you, reading over some of the emails on her phone as she found the sound of your keys being pushed down almost every second help ease her mind. However, she only felt that way when you first began this homework session… 5 hours ago.

For so long, she watched your concentrated expression with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth as your eyes barely blinked. Sure she could never get tired at looking at you, but seeing you in this state of pretty much rotting as you sat made her worried and uneasy. Wanda set her phone down beside her once she finished replying. She then sat up, facing and looking at you in a small attempt to get your attention.

You still didn’t notice her, despite the movements from her causing the couch to shift you as well and slightly shake the screen your eyes were glued to. Her arm stretched across as her hand comfortingly grasped your thigh. Sighing loudly, she spoke, “Honey, why don’t you get up and walk around or something? Or atleast go to the bathroom?”

Your head perked up as you heard her voice. “What? I’m fine, I’m almost like more than halfway done with this,” you replied, dismissing her and only moving your head back down to return to the engrossed writing. Her words went in one ear and out the other. Wanda wore a sullen expression since you’d usually always listen to her. So trying again, she softly rubbed your skin with her thumb.

“C’mon, you’re a smart girl. You’ll finish it in time with a small break.”

This time as she spoke to you with a silky tone, she was only met with more vexatious typing and the side of your face. The response irked Wanda as you completely ignored her, so deciding to take matters in her own hands, she stood up before her fingers made its way to the edge of the device and pushed the screen down. Then swiftly taking a hold and lightly tossing it to the other side of the couch out of your reach. It happened all so quickly that you couldn’t have even move your tired body to prevent it.

“Wanda, what the hell? I told you I was almost done,” you said as your voice rose, looking up at her with glower. She returned the look as the way you spoke made her feel worse about the situation. She tilted her head to the side, responding to you in a deep undertone.

“Almost done? You said that like an hour ago too.”

“Ok well whatever, just let me-“

“Fix your attitude before you talk to me,” Wanda interrupted you, her voice also rising and her mouth slightly gaped in disbelief because of your behavior. You’ve never really talked back before, so this was an utter shock to her. She noticed you cower a bit and become quiet upon hearing her scold, and it only made her want to take it further. “Get up.”

“What?”

“Just listen to me,” she said, aggressively yanking you up by the arm and dragging you through the house to your shared bedroom. You helplessly followed Wanda into the room before getting pushed onto the bed as she slammed the door. “Take off your clothes.”

Afraid of what she’d do if you didn’t listen, you did as she said. Wanda sat at the edge of the bed next to you with a glare, and waited for you to be done stripping. Once you were bare, she immediately got ahold of you, and roughly pulled you onto her. “Face down on my lap.”

Again, you listened, positioning yourself across her lap as your backend was faced up to her. You nervously looked back at her, wondering what she wanted to do with you… or to you. Soon enough she spoke, only staring at your tense body instead of your face. “You’re such a brat today… thinking you know what’s best for you. Do you think you can tell me right now what I should do to you?”

You turn your head back forward, ashamed to look at her. “I… I don’t know,” you timidly respond. Wanda found it amusing, how your voice shifted so quickly and easily once she had you.

“Of course you don’t. Your dumb little head can’t even think straight. Which is why mommy has to do all the work for you huh?”

You blushed profusely as you looked down, your mind becoming fuzzy already, and you squirmed slightly as she called herself that name. Wanda looked over to you, only to be met with the back of your head. She reached with one hand to make you turn, a loose grip on your face as she squished your cheeks a bit. “You think 30 is fair?”

The question obviously pointed you to the direction that she meant spanking, and you couldn’t help but pout. You nodded slowly, accepting your fate. And the moment you signaled yes, you squeaked as there was a quick slap to your bottom.

“Count for me.”

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As you progressed to finishing 30 hits, each one became worst. You weren’t sure if it was Wanda intentionally going harder, or if it was just your ass becoming more sensitive. You shakily mumbled out every number as you let out small yelps, trying your best to not miscount and have to possibly start over. However, you couldn’t help but become aroused from the pain too. And Wanda noticed that.

Your final spank caused you to cry out, gripping onto the sheets beneath you. “Mm! T-Thirty…” you felt her hand begin to rub your heated flesh, soothing it as it stung. You caught up with your breathing, tiredly resting your head on your arm as Wanda kept her hands on you. It became oddly silent besides your small pants. Waiting for her to say something, you looked back again, this time seeing her look further down with a dark look in her eyes.

“Did you get off from me spanking you?”

The question caught you off guard and made your face heat up. She then took her hand that was closest to your end to your center, gently pressing her fingers against the warm soaked area. It made you gasp shortly, and Wanda’s following words didn’t make the fuzzy feeling in you any better.

“You’re so wet, and from what? Mommy hurting you?”

You whined as she teased your pussy, probing your entrance yet not fully going in. Being desperate, you wanted to agree and convince her of giving you what you wanted, but embarrassment filled you as she spoke to you that way. “N-No…”

She smiled tightly at you, letting one finger slip in and making you moan aloud. “So what did?” She continued asking, focused on the way your pretty hole swallowed her finger. You didn’t respond, not knowing how to as you already denied the truth. Another finger went into your wet cunt and made your head pathetically fall down against the mattress as your jaw fell.

Wanda took note of your silence, letting you off the hook for now. Her fingers moved incredibly slow for your taste. You began to squirm, making her to pull out and slap your ass again. Another cry came out of you. “Stop moving,” she sternly said. You listened with a sad look, only for her to put them back in you with that same torturous pace.

“Mommy…” you whined slightly, turning your head so your cheek rested on the comforter as you looked up at her. Your face had an adorable frown, your eyebrows pulled upward together. Wanda looked down at it, and the corner of her soft pink lips came up.

“What? You want me to go faster?”

“Mhm…” you responded, nodding your head shamefully. She still didn’t go faster though, just stared at you with a certain look as if she expected to hear something. Your brows raised as you realized and corrected yourself with a meek voice, “Please mommy.

She then quickened her movements, enjoying the way your body reacted to her. With your arms in front of you, you buried your face into the crevice of a limb, between the arm and forearm, as you moaned and breathed heavily. Her fingers pistoned into you, curling from time to time and hitting that spongey spot within you. You got louder and it wasn’t long until you needed to cum, especially since you were so turned on from both the spanking and the way Wanda talked to you. As if you were just a dumb little toy to her.

Wanda kept going, never once faltering until she felt your walls tightening around her. She looked over at you again, tearing her eyes away from the view of your pussy she loved so much. “Aw are you close baby?” She questions, sounding a lot more like her usual soft self. You nodded eagerly in response, your moans getting higher pitched. “Well hold it,” she spoke blatantly, the previous tone coming back in seconds. Despite her words, she didn’t let up her fingers pounding into you, as if she wanted to see you break and cum without her permission.

“M-Mommy, no i can’t- please,” you reply with a weak voice. Your body laid over her lap still, due to her other hand’s increasingly harsh grip to your side. But letting go, she trailed across your back and down to your chest, cupping your breast before squeezing roughly. The action made you even more dizzy, fisting the sheets once again. Wanting to cum so badly you got closer and closer to that euphoric feeling without thinking of the consequences up until Wanda pulled out of you swiftly. You mewled as she slapped you again, this time directly to your drenched cunt.

“You poor thing… can’t even listen to me. Just a selfish little whore.”

Your stomach couldn’t help but flutter hearing her vile words after hitting you repeatedly. And immediately after, she thrusted back into you, and your orgasm built up again. You attempted to push your hips back for her to stay inside and apply more pressure. The act had you shakily reach an arm behind you towards Wanda’s hand, trying to get a hold of it desperately to remain in your pussy, leading to her grabbing it aggressively and pinning it down against you back. She did keep herself inside though, just not moving a single muscle. Even as you got what you wished for, it felt even worst than being empty. Your tight walls squeezed around her, trying to milk out any sort of pleasure, but it was futile and your climax flowed away.

Wanda continued and every time she denied you, your hole ached more and you wailed from the growing pain of needing her. She kept this up for what felt like hours, over and over and… over again. It was endless.

By your sixth one, you grew more submissive with your clouded head and mindless begging. Tears tried to dry on your cheeks, but more just kept coming out. “T-Too much mommy… it hurts…” you whimpered as she hit a nerve inside your sensitive walls another time.

“Yeah? It’s too much for you? Too much for your needy little pussy?” She continued, her voice faking pity as her expression mocked yours. Her lip pouted while her brows furrowed, an innocent look for someone who was spilling such dirty words into your ears. For the past six edges she kept that contradiction going. Yet, you found it so attractive.

Her voice rang in your ears as the gasping and unsteady intake of air was becoming more intense. You clenched your teeth before opening your mouth and biting on your wrist instead to muffle your sounds and focus on the pain anywhere else but the area Wanda fucked. As she noticed you doing so, she reached out with her free hand to grasp your reddened face again, the force on your cheeks a lot harder now as you stopped sinking your teeth in your skin. She tapped on one side of your face to make you look at her. “You wanna cum?

“Please, please mommy- wan cum so bad for you,” you hiccuped, responding as quickly as you could. You looked up at her with those pleading eyes, glossed over from all the constant denial and spanks. Your body was burning from need.

She smiled sickly, tilting her head before saying, “I’ll let you if you tell me the truth… admit you love getting spanked by me and that you got wet from it.” Her voice dripped with sweetness in spite of what she was really saying. You whined once more, embarrassed and flushed at the thought of saying something like that aloud.

“But that’s-“

“Hurry before I change my mind and leave you like this.”

With a sheepish and red-faced expression, you shyly mumbled within Wanda’s hold, still feeling her fingers hit your favorite spot. “I-I love it when you spank me mommy, I love it so much…” Your eyes then shut as she suddenly jammed inside, seemingly lost control of herself from how you obeyed and just said it so prettily.

“Uh-huh, good girl…” she praised, looking between where you were taking her and your cute flustered face which soon scrunched up as your orgasm was finally going to be given to you. Wanda felt your walls trap her digits inside again. The tight feeling made her groan and slam into you harder. “Mhm, keep going baby.”

“I got wet from you hurting me mommy.. mm! P-Please mommy please M’ so close,” you stammered, no longer caring about what you were saying, just so incredibly needy. All you wanted was to please Wanda and release the pent up feeling within your shaking body. Wanda looked down at you with an open mouth, turned on with how obedient you were being now.

“There you go, princess. So so good for me… you can cum now. Yeah, cum all over mommy’s hand,” she cooed, going impossibly harder and curling at your g-spot. With her permission, you squealed and finally let go. Your body spasmed as heat traveled through and made you feel bundles of nerves bursting. Needing to hold onto her, one hand came down and gripped onto her leg.

She bit her bottom lip, finding the scene in front of her so hot. Her little girl sobbing into the sheets, cumming as your body was covered in marks from her inflicted pain. She loved it.

As you came down from your high, small pants and whimpers fell from your lips. Wanda’s hand soothingly rubbed your back, calming you down more. You turned to face her and saw how heart eyed she was. She smiled down at you before helping you get up as she lifted you from her lap. You pushed yourself up shakily with your arms and got to your knees beside her. The two of you shared a look as both set of eyes glanced down her stained thigh. You embarrassed, looked away until you heard a small laugh coming from the woman.

“Come here sweetie,” she said softly as her gentle gestures pushed you to get on her lap again, except now straddling her. Her hand was to your ass again, lightly pressing into it but still making you hiss from the sting. “How are you feeling?” She asked with a loving tone matching her expression.

“I’m okay mommy…” you replied quietly, feeling a little nervous under her stare. She grinned at you, cupping one side of your face, and kissing you in a gradual manner. You reciprocated the kiss, moaning against her lips which was curved upward still.

“See? Not so stressed anymore now, huh?” She questioned once her face pulled away. You pouted at the removal, but then frowned as guilt rushed through you from the reminder of earlier when you had upset her. You nodded your head timidly to her question until your eyes parted away from hers and muttered.

“I’m sorry…” you apologized. And even though your voice was barely loud enough for Wanda to hear, she knew what you were saying. Her hand from your bottom moved up to your waist as the other one gently moved to your face to signal you to look at her.

“Look at me when you speak,” she sweetly ordered, her voice lingering in your hazy mind. Your eyes came up to directly make eye contact. Her beautiful light green eyes softened, taking in your adorable state.

“I’m sorry for talking back and not listening mommy,” you repeated with a slightly pursed lip. You shifted on top of her a bit too.

“It’s okay, I know you were just trying to do your work,” she starts, gently applying pressure to your side. “And you’ll still finish before it’s due, don’t worry. You’re my best girl.” She leans up to peck your nose, making you melt from the cute action and reassurance. You shyly smiled and wrapped your arms around her neck, kissing her again. You loved how she was being, now not worried about anything except being good for her from now on. Though, you wouldn’t mind misbehaving once in while for a punishment you loved.