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[mysterymachine67]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒? -> Dadbod!Dean drabble-ish

Thanks to @godjustkys, I now have dadbod!Dean in my head. I present to you, THIS 😋

Your lips grazed over his jaw. His breath hitching and head moving to the side to give you better access. Noticing, you took the offer and started at his neck. Pressing soft, gentle kisses wherever you could. Your hands started to roam, going down from his shoulders, to his chest, down to his stomach.

Dean let out a small noise, perhaps of protest but he didn’t make another. Instead moving his hand to grab at your wrist, his goal being to move it away from his stomach. You hummed in disagreement. “Uh uh, non of that. You’re beautiful, baby, let me see you,” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes. His grip only tightening. “S’true. Look at you.” With just few more words from your mouth, he let his hands slip. Resulting to gripping the sheets instead. Soon, your mouth moved lower. But you stopped ‘n pulled away once you got blocked by his shirt.

“Take it off for me?”

“S’cold in here, don’t want to,” You knew he was lying, to get away with not showing his body. But you weren’t about to give up. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, itching for him to take it off.

“Please.” You paused, waiting for his answer. But when he didn’t you tried again. “You’re perfect, Dean. Lemme see you.” With a ton of more talking he took off his shirt. And oh, you nearly came on the spot. You started to get impatient, almost instantly leaning down to continue what you were doing before.

“C’mon, can’t you look somewhere else?”

You ignored him. Lips ghosting over his skin and soon pressing kisses. Just as he started to say your name his voice died down. Eyes fluttering shut when he felt your mouth on him. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

⟢

With you bullying your cock into him, he could barley contain his sounds. Your hands at his love handles, gripping. He let out a few moans and whimpers. Back arching when your cock hit his prostate. It all felt good, so good. Because of you he forgot about all the things happening around him, to focused on your words, your cock, and your touches. But soon that came to an end. When you moved your left hand back and onto the outside of his thigh it somehow ‘brought him back.’

Dean moved his face to the side, attempting to hide his face from you. He even squirmed a bit, but that was because your cock fucking into him started to feel overwhelming. You pulled him back onto you, slowing your pace just a bit. Which seemed to work for the squirming part. He let out a moan from that. Could you blame him? The thought of being manhandled and brought back onto your cock after moving away? It made his dick twitch.

“Dean, lemme see you. Hidin’ your face from me like that.” You grumbled. “You look so fucking good, baby. Why hide yourself?” You took your other hand and brought it up to his face. Grabbing at his jaw and making him look at you. It wasn’t rough, you made sure it was somewhat gentle. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips. “So perfect,” you muttered. Dean tried to shy his head away, but you stopped him. Pulling back to fully look at him. You noticed how the tips of his ears were a bit red. For you, it was like a reward. Your hands ran back down his body. Grabbing, holding, and touching what you could.

You worked him and worked him till he came. Whimpers, whines, moans, you name it, all pulling from his throat and falling from his lips. And once you came after him, the sight of his cum splattered on his stomach, nearly made you cum again.

[enimsiyobeht]

encore! drabble.

mdni 🤍 !! boypussy sunghoon x amab reader. obvious ot7 harem. implied 8th member reader. use of pussy, hole, and cunt as sunghoon's gential. big dick reader. cervix fucking, belly bulge, cum inflation/creampie, subtle breeding kink, minor dacryphilia, minor exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap that shit up por favor), p-in-v, minor cockwarming. lmk if i missed any tags.

The hotel suite was quiet, save for the low hum of the city outside the window. Their concert had ended hours ago, and the rest of the group was supposedly asleep—or pretending to be.

But Sunghoon wasn’t.

He stood near the window, still in his stage tank top and loose joggers, sweaty hair curling around his ears, skin flushed with something that hadn’t left with the lights and cheers.

He looked back when he heard the door click shut.

You stood there, calm, collected—older, taller, broader. Still in your black tee, tattoos peeking from your sleeves, looking at Sunghoon like you already knew why the younger boy had texted you “Room 1109” without explanation.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “You came.”

“I always do when it’s you.”

That made Sunghoon’s legs shift subtly, thighs pressing together.

You walked over slowly. “You’re not even trying to hide how bad you want it tonight, huh?”

Sunghoon shook his head. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you… on stage. Thought about you splitting me open right after the encore. Want the others listening.”

That made you smile—dark, slow, indulgent.

“Take those off.”

Sunghoon obeyed quickly, stripping his top and pants, leaving nothing underneath. His hole was already slick, needy. You raised an eyebrow.

“Prepped yourself?”

Sunghoon nodded. “Didn’t want to waste time.”

“Good boy.”

You grabbed Sunghoon by the waist and tossed him gently onto the bed, watching how the younger twisted, already breathless from just being handled. Then you undressed—slow, deliberate, until you stood naked above him, cock heavy and thick, already leaking at the tip.

Sunghoon’s legs spread instinctively.

“Don’t tease,” he whispered. “I need it. I need all of it.”

You crawled over him, gripping his hips, and lined up without ceremony. “Then take it.”

You pushed in—slow only because you had to be. Sunghoon’s walls clung desperately, trembling as inch after inch filled him. He gasped, hands gripping the sheets, back arching.

“Fuck—fuck, it’s too big—”

“You took it before,” You growled, thrusting a little deeper, watching the way Sunghoon’s stomach bulged slightly from the pressure. “You can take it again.”

Sunghoon moaned, head tossing back against the pillow. “I feel it in my stomach—”

You pressed a hand to the center of his abdomen, right where the outline of your cock pushed up visibly. “Right here?”

Sunghoon whimpered. “Yes—”

You leaned in, hand still pressed to that bulge. “That’s your cervix, baby. I’m knocking against it.”

Sunghoon was crying now—pretty, breathless tears slipping from his eyes as you began to thrust, slow but merciless, grinding deep every time.

“Too deep—feels so good—feels so fucking good—”

You didn’t stop. You angled his hips just right to drag against that soft, trembling spot inside, again and again, until Sunghoon was shaking under you, babbling nonsense.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” You said. “Wanted to be ruined. Wanted to feel me up in your belly.”

Sunghoon nodded helplessly. “I wanna feel full. I wanna be bred—just like the others.”

Your eyes darkened. “You love being part of my little secret, huh?”

Sunghoon clenched around you at that—tight and desperate.

“Bet they're listening right now,” he murmured. “Hard in bed, wishing it was them instead.”

Sunghoon let out a filthy moan.

You grabbed his hips and started fucking him harder—balls slapping, hips slamming, bed creaking beneath them. The wet squelch of Sunghoon’s pussy filled the room.

That bulge in his belly appeared with every thrust.

“You’re gonna come just from this,” You said, predicted even.

And he did.

Sunghoon came untouched, shaking, body locking up as his hole fluttered wildly around the thick cock inside him. His back arched, crying out your name, twitching through it.

But you weren't done.

You fucked him through the orgasm, pushing deep one last time and burying yourself to the hilt. Sunghoon screamed as he felt the heat flood him—load after load pouring deep into his cunt, making the bulge in his belly swell just a little more.

You collapsed over him, breathing heavy.

Sunghoon blinked up at you, dazed. “Don’t pull out yet.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

They lay there, locked together, breathing mingling in the quiet room. Somewhere down the hall, a floorboard creaked.

And Sunghoon smiled.

“They’re gonna want a turn next.”

You chuckled against his throat.

“Good. I’ve got enough for all of you.”

morning after blooper

Sunghoon woke up first—barely.

His thighs ached. His hips felt bruised. His stomach still had a faint outline from where he’d been full all night. He groaned, rolling over onto his belly and immediately regretted it.

“Fuck me…” he mumbled, face half-squished into a pillow.

You, still blissfully half-asleep, reached over and lazily smacked his ass. “Already did. Several times.”

Sunghoon just whined.

He was about to say something else—maybe complain about how he’d never walk again—when the hotel door suddenly clicked open.

“Hyung? You left your—OH MY GOD—”

Jake.

Holding coffee.

Frozen in the doorway, staring at Sunghoon’s bare back and you sitting up shirtless, hair a mess, scratches all down your chest like proof.

“Dude!” Jake’s voice shot up an octave. “You said you locked the door!”

You blinked. “I thought I did.”

Sunghoon just pulled the pillow over his head and screamed.

Jake spun around, shielding his eyes with the coffee tray. “I did not need to see Sunghoon with his ass in the air at 8 AM!”

“Then close the door!” Sunghoon shouted from under the pillow.

Jake backed out blindly, bumping into the wall.

“Group chat is gonna eat this up,” he mumbled on his way out.

The door slammed shut.

Silence.

Then you leaned down next to Sunghoon’s ear.

“So… round two before they all show up?”

Sunghoon growled. “Only if you carry me the rest of the day.”

“Deal.”

[cloudyzeusy]

“You Gonna Spoil Me or Not?”

Sugar Baby Bakugou AU —

Bakugou’s a pro-hero, sure... But being a hero doesn’t mean he has time to enjoy life. He works like a maniac, constantly risking his life, and underneath all that aggression? He’s tired. He’s touch-starved. He’s always been expected to be the strongest.

And then you come along. Rich. And completely unfazed by his temper.

“What the hell is this?” he growls the first time you leave a platinum credit card on his nightstand.

“It’s yours,” you say calmly, brushing his hair back. “For being good.”

“I’m not your pet—”

“No,” you say. “You’re mine.”

He’d be bratty as hell and in denial that he was your sugar baby always fighting it. “I don’t need your money.” Meanwhile he’s wearing designer joggers and a $500 cologne you picked out.

The first time you call him “princess” after handing him keys to a brand-new car? He throws a pillow at you and then drives it everywhere.

You’d buy him custom hero gear, imported straight from Italy. Titanium plated. Matte black. Red accents. A private training gym with everything tuned to his specs. Also you’d take him out to spa days he pretends to hate. “This is so dumb.” And then he falls asleep in the mud bath.

He’ll want to do something to pay you back and the only thing he can think of is pleasing you;

Katsuki will wake you up in the morning with a blowjob that feels like you're getting the life sucked out of you. As you look down to see him passionately jerking you off he’ll lock eyes with you and grin as he knows exactly what he’s doing.

When he feels bored he’ll go to your office just to bother you - he’’ll tease you on purpose so you will give up on trying to work and instead go fuck him.

He will roll his eyes and act like he’s being forced to fuck you for money - but he’ll never turn down new clothes.

[godjustkys]

I need to frot with gregory house oh Good god who said that???

SYPNOSIS: frotting with house!!

CHARACTER: male reader x gregory house

NOTE: 🎵🎶 [822 words]

p.s. requests are always open!!

WARNING: frotting,, clothed frotting,, light degradation,, snarky!house,,

“you gonna stare at me all night, or are you planning to do something with all that brooding intensity?” gregory was lying back against his pillows, one leg stretched out, the other bent lazily, a smug little grin tugging at his lips as he looked up at you. shirt halfway unbuttoned, hair just messy enough to be intentional, and his usual sharpness dulled only slightly by the heat in his eyes. “you’re not exactly helping with the temptation,” you replied, crawling between his spread thighs, leaning over him. his breath hitched just slightly; not enough for the average person to catch, but you weren’t average. “oh no,” he drawled, his voice low and taunting. “the horror. pinned down by a broody man. how will i survive.” you smirked. “you’re mouthy for someone this hard already.”

“physiological response,” gregory said, even as his hips arched up into yours. “basic friction, proximity, pheromones. has absolutely nothing to do with— you.” you rolled your hips, cock grinding against his through the thin fabric of your boxers. the sound that tore out of him was barely stifled, half-growl, half-moan. “totally unrelated, huh?”

“completely,” gregory said, voice tighter now, his hands gripping your sides despite himself. “might as well be the bedpost rutting against me.” he commented. “then I guess the bedpost is doing a hell of a job,” you muttered, leaning down to kiss him roughly. your cocks slid together perfectly, the friction sweet and maddening, your hips falling into a steady grind. gregory kissed you back with teeth and tongue, still biting down smirks between moans. “still not impressed,” he rasped, even as he bucked up to meet you. “i’ve had better.”

“you’re dripping,” you breathed against his jaw. “you’re soaked, greg.”

“a.. coincidence,” he gasped, and then hissed through his teeth as you ground harder. you leaned in, gently biting the shell of his ear, your hands braced on either side of his head as you drove your cock against his again. “i jus’ need you to cum first.”

“oh, is that the plan?” he said, breath hitching again. “uh-huh.” you only hummed in response. and as your hips kept rolling — slow and unrelenting — his smartass comments faded into gasps, curses, and finally, your name moaned into your neck as he came hard between you both, leg twitching.

the sheets were already a mess, twisted and damp with sweat. gregory’s chest rose and fell beneath you, flushed and heaving, shirt shoved up to his armpits, boxers pulled down just far enough to let your cocks grind together. he was panting through clenched teeth, trying to pretend he wasn’t teetering right on the edge. “you know,” he rasped, voice rough, “if you’re trying to kill me, this is a pretty solid plan. just stroke me into cardiac arrest. very efficient.”

“you’ll live,” you growled, thrusting your hips hard enough to make his back arch. “maybe.” gregory let out a guttural sound — somewhere between a moan and a curse. you bit down on his throat, leaving a mark, grinding down harder, dragging your cock against his with relentless pressure. “ah— fuck—” his voice cracked as you rolled your hips again, dragging slick skin over slick skin, both of you soaked in pre-cum, friction sharp and raw and perfect. you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress above his head, leaning over him, chest to chest, cocks sliding together with each breath. gregory tried to twist out of your grip, not seriously, just enough to make you work for it. you groaned and shoved him back down. “stay still.”

“ooh,” he panted, grinning even as his thighs trembled. “now you’re trying to be dominant.” you slammed your hips forward, grinding against him with precision. his breath caught, finally, and his smart mouth opened but said nothing. “not trying,” you hissed, thrusting again. “i am. look at you, sweating, squirming, rubbing up against me like some desperate little slut.” he laughed breathlessly. “takes one to know one.” and then he gasped loudly, sharply, because you shifted, rutting against him just right, cocks lined up perfectly, dragging over each other in a slick, maddening rhythm. his voice broke. “fuck. there. right—goddamn it.”

“you gonna cum again just from this?” you whispered darkly, letting your hips grind faster. “you wish—” gregory tried, but the words died on his tongue, replaced by a desperate groan, his whole body arching up into you. you leaned down and bit his bottom lip, grinding even harder, your cocks caught between you, sliding with obscene wet sounds. “cum for me, greg,” you growled. “fucking do it.” with a pathetic ragged whine, a full-body jerk, his hips stuttering wildly beneath you as he came, hot and messy between you both, dripping down your stomach. his smirk was gone, lips parted, eyes blown wide. you followed seconds later, grinding through it, rutting until you were spent, until your body collapsed half on top of him.

[simplyafountainpen]

My Red Queen

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Male! Reaper!Reader x Grell Sutcliff

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: For the first time in years, Grell get a whole day off, and her beloved (Y/N) is determined to make it perfect.~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Dom!Top!Reader, Sub!Bottom!Grell, soft sex, public sex/exhibition, Grell's privates referred to as cock and pussy

{𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽}: ❝Grell x Male reader who treats her like a QUEEN please please please❞ - Anon

Waking up with Grell in the bed next to you wasn't uncommon, per say. Rather, it was unusual to have her in bed and not be forced to shake her awake and rush her out the house. And while you may have been a Reaper yourself, all with the same responsibilities, the difference was you actually took care of your work, allowing for days off, sick and vacation days - not that you'd ever have use for them. This was one of few rare days where Grell actually had a day to herself. A free day.

You nearly did shake Grell awake after a moment of silent staring, as coming to your senses so early in the morning was a struggle. Your eyes drifted to a window with sheer red curtains - Grell's design choice of course - and watched as dawn just barely peaked over the horizon in the distance. Your home was drenched in crimson color, various shades of red meeting your gaze as your bleary eyes scaned the room. Your tongue lapped at dry lips, eyes closing again. Your hand extended over her body, pulling her night-dress clad form closer to yourself, head over hers with her nose in your neck.

A few more minutes wouldn't hurt. She deserved it... sometimes, anyway.

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The sun had just come above the horizon, slighting you while Grell simply snuggled further into you embrace. You groaned, rolling onto your back, an arm laying over your eyes as you breathed. The red-head pressed herself even further into you while you blinked sleep from your eyes. You gazed at Grell while she slept, musing that this had probably been the longest she'd slept in a while. A grin crossed your face as you sat up, groaning and poping the tense muscles in your back. Grell - ever the light sleeper - whined out for you, hands making grabby motions towards you. A chuckle bubbled in your throat, as you smiled down at her. Gently, you picked up a pillow and placed it in her grip, watching as she squeezed it to her body with a huff. Before throwing the sheets off yourself, you leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

Silently you slipped from the bed - rearranging the sheets and smoothing them out - and stalked to the kitchen. Slippered feet padded across wooded floors as you slowly took out eggs to fry and bread to toast. Ham was first on the stove, followed closely by bacon as you began the toasting process. You plated your meats and bread while taking out a pan to make oatmeal porridge to finish the meal, begining the mixing as you cracked eggs over open heat. The eggs were laid on the toast delicately, porridge made and served in a bowl with a smaller bowl of fruit on the side. A glass of milk finished the meal, moving it all close a small serving trolley you had bought a long while ago, dusty from lack of use.

You cleaned it off with a rag, taking time to get all the crevices before moving the large breakfast onto its surface. With pep in your step and a hum in your throat you made your way back to the bedroom, mapping out the rest of the day in your head. Date activities flew through your mind as you pushed the door open.

The trolleys wheels squeaked as you parked next to the bed, Grell still sound asleep though the pillow was long abandoned. You sat next to her, bed caving under your weight, and laid over her. She jolted under your weight, immediately squirming and flailing under you. You giggled as she cried out, her hands finding her way from under the sheets and slapping lightly across your face. You raised up slowly, wacthing her struggle her way from beneath the many layers you each slept under.

"Ungh?!- W-what are you doing?!-" Grell's rant was cut short when her gaze swept over to the trolley. Her already opened mouth dropped further, and her hands rubbed at her eyes is shock.

"Is this... did you..? Darling, is this for me?" You smiled at her, leaning your head onto her shoulder with a nuzzle.

"Mhm. Good morning, my Rose." An arm wrapped around her waist, the other reaching over to the nightstand to pick up her glasses. Once in hand, you adjusted your seating and placed a hand on her chin. With a smile, your carefully flicked open the glasses and slipped them on, then booping her nose, and finishing it with a kiss on the lips.

Before it could go too far, you pulled back with a smile, eyes widened.

"When you finish, get dressed. I have the perfect date planned."

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You finished up preparations just as Grell walked out, dressed in a brand new bustle dress. You grinned, collecting the basket and throwing the large blanket you had pulled out over your shoulder, and made your way over to her. You moved the basket to one hand, the other then wrapped around her waist. Slowly you rocked her and yourself around, sweeping the two of your closer to the front door while humming.

"Is that a new lipstick as well?" You asked. Grell looked at you and smiled, flashing you her sharp teeth.

"You noticed? I figured if I was going to finally put this gown to use I might as well go all out, Darling." She chirped, puckering her lips and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. A hum was your response, readjusting your grip on the items in hand.

"Well then, I believe that is everything my Rose. Are you ready to depart?" You held an elbow out for Grell and she chuckled - her crimson hair sweeping with you both - while slipping her own elbow into the crook of your own. You smiled at her while continuing to slowly move your swaying bodies to the door.

"I want to know where we are going-" "Not a chance, Rose." You hushed. Lips pressed to hers to silence any complaints about to leave her mouth with a smile. You pulled back and she whined, weakly punching your chest in jest.

“Come, my Rose.” She glared at you, her expression slowly melting into a smile. Grell allowed you to guide her to the door, your free arm holding the door open and allowing her out first with a cheesy grin. Without any more hesitation, you both exited the home and out into the surrounding forest, your steps filled with a purpose.

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“Darling this is… wow…”

You had left Grell to marvel at the sight of the surrounding clearing. While you carefully made your way to the center of the flower field you both stood in, she gently ran her manicured hands through the many different kinds of flora that made up the clearing.

You whistled as you walked, finally making it to the center of the flowers to an even smaller clearing, setting down the large blanket and basket you had brought. While you set up everything, your gaze landed on her as she marveled, a small smile finding its way to your face.

“… How did you find this place?” Her voice broke the serene silence. You looked up from unpacking and chuckled.

“Well, it was actually a death that brought me here.” You answered. Grell looked over at you with a confused - but interested - look.

“A death?” She questioned as she moved closer, wading through the sea of flowers.

“Yes! Its quite silly, actually. The poor lad had a run in with a wolf - no idea what drew him out here or why, but he put up quite the fight! Had more stamina than I would’ve initially expected. Ran right through here, got him in this lovely little area. I’m sure you would have loved to see the flowers painted in his blood and gore, my Rose.” You gently placed the small vase with a single rose in the middle of the set up and beamed.

Grell made her way and stood silently beside you, clasping her hands over her mouth. Tears glossed her eyes before she leaped at you, tearing a yelp from you. Her arms squeezed the air out of your lungs, resulting in a loud weaze from your while she lightly cried into your chest. Your hands wrapped around her, one landing on her head to lightly rub at her scalp.

“Oh, this is simply amazing Darling! Why, I can’t think of the last time someone put in so much effort for me. Ah, I’m on the verge of dying from joy!” Her voice muffled into your chest, her head slowly rose from the valley of your heart and her chin found its way to your collar bones.

“You… you are simply amazing, Darling.” Her voice was a tad shaky when she spoke, lips trembling with a smile. You kissed her forehead and massaged her head.

“It’s you that’s amazing, Rose.” You responded. Grell smiled harder - if at all possible - and squeezed you tighter. You hugged her tighter in response then looked towards the picnic basket not yet unpacked then back towards Grell.

“If you would let me go, Dear, so I may get the food out..?” She stared at you, huffed, then nodded. Her arms slowly unwound themselves from around your body. You chuckled at her downcast expression from letting you go as you moved towards the basket. You completely missed the lovestruck eyes she gave you when your back turned.

Behind you, Grell stared at your back as you moved small sandwiches and thermoses from out of the basket, humming all the while. The only thoughts going through her mind were how could someone like her ever have ended up with someone like you. Her hand rose to her chest as she thought, expression softening and lashes fluttering, even if you couldn’t see it.

Happiness. That was what she felt when with you. Happiness and some semblance of belonging. Love. Like she was cared for. Things she had longed for far too long and now that she had them… she couldn’t understand how you could just give them to her so willingly-

“And… finished! Now, my Rose, would you like to eat?” Your voice snapped her from her thoughts, staring at the spread before the both of you, all carefully prepared by you - a slanted grin plastered on your face, hands open and ready to hug her tight.

“… Yes. I think I am.”

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Grell's moans filled the air as she held your face against her weeping cunt, the noises mixing with the noisy sounds of you messily laping up her juices as best you could, trying to not let a drop go to waste.

Grell laid on her back, skirt and petticoat slipped up her thighs and leps clenched around your head - you were laid on your stomach, head snuggly nestled in her heat. Her glasses were fogged as she moaned out. One of her hands grasped at the grass beneath her fingers, plucking a few tuffs from the earth. Her other hand buried itself in your hair, keeping you pressed to her mound.

You moaned into her cunt, savoring her flavor as it melted on your tongue. Grell's moans increased in volume as you futher burried yourself in in her heat. Slowly you lifted your head and simply stared into her own half-lidded eyes, licking your slick covered lips.

Grell panted, swallowing harshly. Her grip on the ground lessened as she propped herself up on elbows. Her lips upturned into a small smile and her hand that nestled in your hair gently combed through.

"Oh Darling..." she sighed, her other hand came to her face and gently rubbed under her glasses. You shifted, lifting from her sex and crawling on top of her. Your hands found there way to the sides of her face and lifted the glasses from her eyes, revealing cystaline tears that streamed down her face.

"Rose?" You whispered. Grell gasped and her breath stuttered. She fell back onto her back and continued to wipe at her eyes.

You hummed and gently wrapped your hands around her wrists, lifting her arms and staring into her wattering eyes. Her lower lip quivered as she sniffed. Silently you shuffled off her and sat on her side - still holding her wrists - and gently pulled her upwards into your lap. You let go of her and slowly ghosted hands down her torso, then waist, and finally reached her hips where you pulled up her drawers and began to fix her skirt.

"What's wrong, my Rose?" Grell sniffed and more tears rolled down her face. Her warms wrapped around your neck.

"Its just. Well. I suppose it has been... a while. Since someone has held me so... lovingly." She muttered, pushing her face into your chest. You hummed, adjusting her so you were sitting with legs crossed with her in the valley between those legs.

"Well of course I would, Rose," you spoke while kneading her legs, "I don't think I could find a reason why not. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." You spoke with a sincerity that caused Grell to move her gaze from your chest to your eyes. Her own were still watery, mascera lightly running down her cheeks. She bit her lip and looked down.

"How did I ever find a man like you?" She mused. She let go of her lip to smile, before it immediately dropped down into a frown. Her breathing became shakey again.

"I just can't understand it... How could someone so... you! Ever find anything in me? We're leagues apart and no one ever wants me without something in return and it just leaves me so... confused-" You cupped her chin and pressed your lips to her forehead then moved your own forehead to hers.

"I don't much care for any of that speech, Rose. Not from the most beautiful, confident and outspoken woman I know. Even if that last one gets us in a bit of trouble at times..." You chuckled. Grell stared into your eyes - chartreuse into chartreuse - and started sobbing into your arms. You quickly wrapped around her and squeezed her into your chest, fretting over your words and wondering if you said something wrong, about to ask before Grell began to shout-

"YOU'RE THE MOST PERFECT MAN EVER!! NO OTHER MAN COMPARES AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! OOHHH MY DARLING BOY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!" Her sudden declaration echoed through the forest, birds that had been startled took to the sky and in the distanc you could hear deer scamper away.

Grells hands readjusted themselves to grip at your shirt, pulling you down and smashing her lips into yours. Your eyes widened, before shutting. Your arms squeezed her waist as you broke away.

She looked up at you, stars practically in her eyes. You smiled down at her. She began to giggle and you followed suit, the two of you falling on your sides into the grass. You thumbed Grell's cheek and wiped the smudged mascera away. The two of you stared into each others eyes, chuckles turning airy as the forest breeze brushed over you.

"How did I end up with such a woman like you?" You whispered. Grell smiled and pressed against you.

"I'm not sure. Nor am I to how I recieved a man such as yourself. Though, whatever I did, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." You pressed your lips to her in a quick peck.

"As would I, Rose." You both stared at each other before Grell looked down at her waist and legs then back at you.

"You could start by carrying me home. I can't feel anything below my waist, Darling." You grinned and snickered.

"Of course, My Rose."

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: Finally, it does feel good to be writing again. I hope I am able to keep my inspiration high for a long while, I would much enjoy cleaning my drafts.

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[moonjellysfeast]

Groping Arthur’s ass

The brunette flushes and flinches at the touch, whining and harshly biting his lip as he leans into you. “L-Lord, you don't have to be so nice to me… Thank you”

The material of his pants is thin enough that you can feel both the heat and texture of the marks you'd left on his ass just the day before. You also know his ass is still tender and sore from how he quietly hisses and flinches at your touch. Maybe they aren't fresh enough, he looks cute when he cries and you ought to get a little more practice with whips, after all he's the first lamb you've kept in a long time, your strikes have gotten a bit softer.

[daydaydayrk420]

Nesting

Peter Hale X male reader

⚠️top male reader, bottom Peter Hale, heat season, breeding, m! pregnancy as a joke!!!!!! The bonus ending is obviously a joke, if you don't think it's funny it's a funny matter ⚠️

🚨 minor's and girls do not interact 🚨

Nesting.

Y/n is in the hospital. His shift ends in about two hours or so. But he doesn't mind. He's with Melissa McCall! The best coworker one could ask for.

Wolves nest for many reasons.

"Have you heard that Peter Hale has found someone who loves him?" Melissa asks y/n. "So I've heard." He nods.

"Maybe this will make him open up to being a better guy." She said as she checked her paperwork

For one. Nest building is performed in order to provide sufficient shelter.

Y/n's phone sends him an alert that someone is in his house.

He doesn't hesitate and checks the cameras.

It's just Peter in the kitchen making a sandwich.

Y/n brushes it off and puts his phone away again.

Two. Nesting is also performed to provide comfort to arriving offsprings.

An hour has passed and y/n only checked on one patient during that hour. Tonight is quite boring. Barely any patients.

But Peter is not having such a calm night.

But when it comes to werewolves. They nest for one more reason.

Peter's mind has been fuzzy all day. He's afraid to sit! He doesn't want his pants to soak through with slick that he physically can't stop.

They make nests with their mate's clothes. So they're surrounded by their scent.

Peter mutters to himself as he wolfs down another sandwich and marches towards y/n's bedroom.

The moment he enters the faster he grabs any clothes his eyes lay on.

Werewolves nest to mate.

No he doesn't nest.

Why would he nest?

He's Peter Hale!

He'd never nest!

To breed.

Finally, y/n has made it home. But because of his human senses. He doesn't notice how heavy the smell of rut and slick is in his house.

Peter is naked, sweaty, and panting as he has his face buried in y/n's shirt that he slept in last night.

Peter is too focused on the scent surrounding him to notice that the man he's yearning for is standing in the doorway.

"Smells nice?" Y/n asked as a joke. Peter practically jumps out of his skin and stares at y/n with wide eyes.

"Finally you're home." He growled and yanked at y/n's shirt, causing the human to fall face flat into the bed.

Said human doesn't have the time to react before his shirt is torn to pieces. "Peter-" His words get cut off by the wolf as he yanks him up the bed and flips him onto his back.

Y/n feels like a ragdoll. "Peter-" He is yet again interrupted by the werewolf. This time it's because Peter tore y/n's pants off. "Peter!"

Y/n snapped in anger. That finally got the Hale to stop and look at him in surprise. Y/n takes a deep breath to calm down.

"Peter." The human starts off, trying to stay calm as best as possible. "What are you doing." His voice betrays the clear frustration he's feeling.

Peter looks down, looking like a scolded puppy. Y/n looks around and notices the nest of his clothes on the bed. "Oh."

Y/n calms down. Peter's in heat. That's why he's acting like this. He sits up and reaches out to cup the Hale's cheek. "You're in heat uh." He murmured as he pulled Peter closer. The wolf nods with a slight pout. He hates being vulnerable. But at the moment, he couldn't care less how y/n sees him.

"And you came here for me to help you through it?" The human asks to confirm. He and Peter haven't been together for a long time. They're getting to their first anniversary. He knew that Peter was a werewolf. But he's never seen him in heat. So this is very important to y/n because it shows him that Peter trusts him during his worst time of the year.

Peter nods. He knows that y/n probably won't have the libido to keep up with a werewolf in heat but this is now more than just a heat. It's time for them to bond. Literally.

Y/n gently kisses Peter and pulls him into his lap. "I'll try to please you as best as i can darling." He purred and kissed down Peter's neck.

Y/n gives Peter a gentle kiss before he removes the remains of his clothing.

Once he's finally matching Peter's nudity he carefully lays him in the middle of the bed.

The wolf whines and tries to grab at his lover's hair to tug him closer. To no avail. Y/n is faster and grabs Peter's hands to pin them by his head. "You'll get what you need Peter. Just not yet. I want to savor you."

And savor he does. The human takes his time to memorize and admire every inch of skin and sometimes fur. No not body hair. Fur.

When it comes to Peter and body hair he's smooth as babies butt. Only when he's in his werewolf form, that's when some fur comes out.

Which is what's happening now. Poor Peter can barely control his body let alone control his shift.

Y/n will definitely have to be careful of the man's claws.

The wolf whines yet again. He's so impatient. But he wants to be good. Good for his boyfriend. Good for his mate. Good for his y/n.

Y/n gives a comforting kiss to the wolf's chest, but he's not done admiring him. It's not like the men haven't slept together yet. But tonight is different.

"You can touch. But be careful. I can't heal if you cut me wrong." Y/n said with a firm tone with the underlay of adoration. He doesn't mind being marked. But it can get too rough.

The wolf doesn't hesitate and immediately grabs onto his lover's hair. "Please mate me." He pleaded.

Peter hates feeling so weak, so vulnerable. But in front of y/n he can't help but feel only that.

"How do I mate you?" It's not that y/n Doesn't know about mating but it's not like he's ever done it. And if Peter wants to mate, then y/n wants to do it right.

"Bite me. Hard. Draw blood. Here" Peter can only speak so little. He tilts his head to the side and points right where his scent gland is.

The human nods and peppers that spot with kisses. He also gives it a lick here and there.

He's not sure about what he's doing. He's hesitating. Should I bite Peter? Is it a good idea? Do I want to be mated with a werewolf that everyone around him seems to hate? We've only been together for a year. Is this right? Should i-

Y/n's thoughts are interrupted by another high-pitched and impatient whine from the man under him. That's all he needs for those thoughts to slip away as he grazes his teeth against skin.

That causes Peter to howl with desperation.

The human had a hard time holding his climax back. He could cum right then and there from a simple desperate howl.

He finally gives it and gives his best strength into the bite. Y/n bites even harder and let's out a loud hiss when he feels his flesh on his back get pierced by sharp claws.

Peter arched his back so beautifully. If only y/n could see that. But all he can do is hear the loud howl of pleasure that fills the room.

Peter howls as if y/n was the moon itself. His claws dig deep into his lover's, no, mate's, back. He feels blood dripping down his neck and y/n's back. He wants to stop. To apologize to his poor human mate, who will literally be scared for his life because of him. But all he can do is whine and wrap his legs around his mate with the desperate need to hold him close.

Eventually, y/n pulls off once he thinks it's safe. His chin is covered in crimson that matched Peter's finger tips.

He lifts himself up onto his hands to look down at his now mate only to be met with Peter's werewolf face that's twisted into the biggest puppy eyes y/n has ever seen him have.

Not only that, but those puppy eyes have the most upfront passion and desperation Peter could possibly ever contain inside his cold heart.

Peter takes a gentle hold of y/n's face. Neither of them speaks. They don't need to speak. They know what they want. What they need.

Y/n licks his bloodied lips and leans down to gently kiss the wolf underneath him.

Peter wraps his arms around his mate's head. Needing him close more than ever. He can feel y/n blindly searching for the condoms they keep under their pillows because the nightstand is too far.

The wolf grabs the human's wrist. "No...no condom... please..." His voice is barely above a whisper. His tone was pleading and desperate. Y/n nods and kisses the man before him again.

He lines up, knowing that Peter is more than wet and stretched enough, considering his heat and need.

Peter's legs wrap around y/n's hips tighter. The realization they're about to bond as mates for their first time is overwhelming.

But not as overwhelming as the feeling of y/n's tip grazing on his oversensitive walls.

The man in heat mewls loudly and grips the human man's hair with a vice grip. He breaks the kiss only to moan against the other's lips as he meets his thrusts.

They share their air, their sounds, their saliva as their lazily touch tongues here and there instead of proper kisses.

Their bodies move in a symphony. Their moans synchronize into a love field melody.

Y/n holds his body up with one elbow while he lets his free hand roam over and map the man beneath him.

No words were spoken. Only sounds of pleasure as they hold each other through their ascend to cloud nine.

Peter has never felt so satisfied so soon during a heat. It only fuels his mind to believe that this time he has chosen right. That he's mated the right one.

Y/n can tell by the way Peter's breath hitches and the way his thighs twitch that he's close.

But y/n doesn't rush. He wants to draw out Peter's climax as much as he can the right way. Considering that he's also reaching his climax, it doesn't take very much stimulation for them to grip onto each other's flesh with a bruising grip before they paint themselves white.

Peter paints his and y/n's belly white, while y/n paints Peter white from the inside.

But their thrusts don't slow as they draw out every remaining pleasure they can before y/n collapses on top of the wolf.

Peter holds the human to his chest like his life depends on it. Their chests move in synchronized breathing as they calm down from the intense pleasure.

They both silently agree to rest before another round. If another round will even be needed.

Y/n waits for Peter to fall asleep first before he lets his eyes fall shut, and sleep takes over his mind.

They both slept like the dead. A satisfied grin covers both of their faces as they hold each other with care.

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Bonus ending

Nesting.

Peter has been sick. Which is concerning. How can a werewolf be sick?

Wolves nest for many reasons.

Y/n is clueless about this.

Sure, Peter let y/n see him in his weakest state, but seeing him sick?

Makes him sick. Ironic, isn't it?

But Peter knows what's going on and it terrifies him.

To provide sufficient shelter.

As y/n finally puts the remaining nested clothes into the washing machine he groans with relief.

It took him weeks to fully wash out the clothes that were ruined during the nesting and mating.

Y/n decided he'd clean up the bathroom while he was already here.

There's not much to clean. Just to take out the trash.

As y/n gets to the bin and grabs the bag he notices a "what the-"

To provide comfort to an arriving offspring.

"Peter Hale!" Y/n yelled into Peter's apartment. He's utterly confused. Filled with anger? Worry? Betrayal?

Peter walks into the living room to see y/n with a mix of emotions on his face and something in his hand.

Y/n hears him and turns to him. He lifts up the pregnancy test, about to yell at the werewolf in front of him and accuse him of cheating with a woman but he immediately freezes.

Peter stands there confused holding his slightly rounded belly. It's not visible. Well, it is to y/n because Peter is shirtless, and his abs aren't showing like always.

"I see you found my pregnancy test," Peter said calmly even though his heart was doing flips with anxiety.

"What the fuck"

[ritterisdead]

OHH…

hey! could you write an m!reader dean fic? literally anything is fine

Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!reader

Summary: Dean being waaay to loud as you fuck him.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

I hope you like it! This takes place in the bunker, but if you’re not up to that season yet it could also take place in a hotel with you and Dean in separate rooms.

Your lips crashed into his. The taste of him still lingering on your tongue from previous activities. Dean’s hands reached out to grab your shoulders. Squeezing harshly when you hit his prostate. When you pulled away he chased after you; a string of spit connecting your lips.

He clenched around your cock, causing a moan to fall from your lips. You pulled out—the tip catching on his rim before shoving yourself back in. A punched out moan filling the room. Sam was up. For sure. Last time you and Dean saw him he was studying lore. You’re sure he’s still doing it. Hopefully not listening to you and Dean at the moment (more so Dean but Dean is Dean and he would yell at you for bringing it up).

Speaking of Dean he pulled you down on top of him. Arms wrapping around you as he whimpered into your ear. One of his hands finding its way to your hair and grabbing. You let out a grunt at the small amount of pain.

“More—“ He cut himself off with a long moan. Shutting his eyes then clenching his jaw to try and suppress any further noises that might come. “Hm?” You hummed against him. Moving a few inches back so that you could plant a few kisses from his shoulder, to his neck, then to his jaw. Dean moved his hips ‘n squirmed to try and get you deeper into him. You took notice of his actions and decided to help him out.

You grabbed his legs and hauled them over your shoulders. Then picked up your rhythm again and plunged your cock deeper into his hole. Watching as his face scrunched and cock twitch. His moans got louder and he seemed to tighten around you more often. “Please!” He let out. Hand tightening on the bed sheets. “What do you need, baby?” You spoke, tone low and gentle. Dean swallowed; his Adam’s apple bobbing from the action. You stopped your hips—hearing a weak groan as you did. His hand went down to his cock, starting to stroke himself slowly. But the thing was he didn’t want to do it himself. He wanted you to do it.

“Touch me..”

“Can’t do it yourself?”

“Just-“

“Alright, alright.”

Your hand reached down. Stopping to wait for him while he moved his hand. Once your hand wrapped around his cock he let out a breath. You pressed a kiss to his lips when you started moving again. A whimper sneaking its way past. It was quiet and you barley heard it.

Once you found the right pace Dean got louder, and louder until you both heard banging on the door. It was Sam.

“Can you guys shut up?” He yelled, loud enough for you both to hear. The both of you like a deer in headlights. Safe to say Dean was much quieter after. With the help of you of course.

[vrtvyg]

AHHH TYSM I FELL INLOVEEE #victimsoapmylove…

I apologize for taking SOOOOOOO long, but it's finally here!

Since I missed so many great opportunities to torture our Johnny, I'll make a list here.

Victim! Soap; Holiday Edition!

I meant to do much more, but this has been in my drafts for SO long and I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer! I'll (hopefully) make a part 2 and finish the rest!

As always, NSFW under the cut. Intended for Male reader.

Christmas:

Johnny isn't surprised to wake up with an ache Christmas morning, since Christmas eve left Reader too excited to sleep, bending him in every position until he fell asleep. He is, however, shocked to limp down the stairs and find presents under the tree. Counting, one, two, three... seven in total. "Open them, cmon" He's urged to sit, with a wince, and tear Open the wrapping. Most of them are surprisingly sweet. A small sketch book, Colored pencils, two new sweaters, a soft blanket and plush.... then the last two he opens are clearly less for him... A soft red and white skirt, with a matching bra, and a pretty new collar with a bell. He for once felt decent living with this monster, just for it all to be ruined in seconds... The sex that follows leaves him bruised, tired, and in a dull mood, but atleast playing with his new book, and the surprisingly good supper that follows eases the ache.

Valentines day:

Fuck... He expected it, dreaded the day, even. He knew when Reader was being kind, it always ended with a turn around... He took him outside. Into the public. To a restaurant. Not unprepared, of course. Johnny had the constant reminder to behave when Reader pushed the sharp blade to his thigh underneath the table. He let him order what he wanted, though. Hell, a few glasses of scotch and Soap was actually enjoying the evening. For once he made the first move, started feeling up Readers arm, thigh, chest. For once, he actually enjoyed the sex they had that night, rose petals on the bed and everything.

Halloween: (draft) Dressing him up in some sexy outfit, making him wear short shorts and a tube top with bows while reader wears a ghost face mask, or some other slasher

Thanksgiving: (draft) Rather wholesome night, Reader makes a feast and actually treats Soap decently, even gives him a massage after eating too much, upsetting his tummy :(

Easter: (draft) make him a whole Easter basket, half is chocolates and jelly beans, the other half is sex toys

New year: (draft) You both get tipsy and have sex on the couch while counting down until midnight

American Forth of July:(draft) he actually really enjoyed this, the whole lighting off fireworks and blowing barely legal explosives... until reader put him in an American flag bikini. He hated that.

[enimsiyobeht]

mic check! (1, 2, fuck). jeongsung.

wc : 2.2k 🦊🐿️ !! tw : jeongin & han x amab reader. implied older, soloist reader (thus age gap). bottom/subby han & jeongin. 3some, subtle power play, ONE occurrence of spanking (with minor masochism afterwards), risky setting (they doing allat in the studio.. sounds familiar?), sir/title kink (jeongin), minor brat taming, fingering (both j. & h. receiving), anal (both j. & h. receiving), oral (h. giving, you receiving); blowjob, obvious d/s, against the desk (jeongin), on the couch/sofa (han), unprotected sex (nobody gaf but pls wrap it up guys), lmk if i missed any tags.

The air inside the studio had thickened with something that wasn’t quite heat but felt just as heavy.

You sat at the desk, working through vocal layering with a kind of restraint that could only come from years of practiced professionalism. Jaw tight. Shoulders square. Your fingers moved fluidly across the keyboard, but your posture—rigid, unmoved—betrayed a tension you hadn’t shown earlier in the night.

Behind you, Han hovered.

He wasn’t in the chair anymore. At some point, he’d pushed it aside and crossed the room instead, leaning a hand against the desk right beside you. Not saying anything. Just close enough that the warmth of his body brushed the edge of your arm every time he shifted.

Han smelled faintly of something sharp and clean—body spray maybe, or shampoo—and his sleeve had rolled halfway up one arm, revealing lean forearms, a thin silver bracelet glinting in the light. It dangled every time he adjusted, drawing your eye whether he meant to or not.

Still, you said nothing.

Jeongin was bolder now.

He’d gotten off the couch and was padding quietly across the room, hoodie still loose and swallowing his frame, falling just high enough to show flashes of thigh with each step. He didn’t look at you directly—just at the floor, then at Han, then back toward the console, where he perched lightly on the edge of the desk, one leg crossed over the other.

You could feel them circling now.

You were being boxed in—and they were being deliberate.

Jeongin let one of his feet swing slightly where it hung, brushing gently against your knee. He didn’t pull it back when it made contact. Just let it hang there, brushing again—light, teasing, feather-soft.

Han leaned in a little more, pretending to study the screen.

“You always sit so straight,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So proper.”

His hand—without asking—came to rest on the back of your chair. His fingers brushed the collar of your shirt. Just once. Then again.

Still no reaction.

But inside, you were wound tight.

You didn’t move. Didn’t let your breath hitch. But your eyes flicked briefly to Jeongin’s bare thigh, then to the subtle stretch of Han’s body beside you.

Jeongin shifted again—spreading his knees just slightly where he sat. The hoodie slipped higher on his legs. He didn’t pull it back down. Instead, he let one hand rest between his thighs and dragged it slowly down toward his knee, fingertips pressing into skin with the kind of idle touch that begged to be watched.

Your hand paused on the trackpad. Just a fraction of a second.

You exhaled through your nose. “What are you doing, Jeongin?”

Jeongin looked up at you from under his lashes. His voice was soft. “Getting comfortable.”

Han was watching now, eyes flickering between Jeongin’s performance and your tight-lipped expression. His smirk was dangerous—like he was about to dare him to do something stupid.

“You’re quiet,” Han said to you. “Too quiet. Makes me think we’re getting to you.”

“You’re not,” You said evenly. “You’re just being difficult.”

Jeongin hummed. “You’d tell us if we crossed a line.”

“You’re flirting with it.”

Han moved in then—subtle but deliberate—and let his hand fall on your shoulder. He squeezed lightly, slow and firm, then leaned in close enough for his breath to ghost over your ear.

“That’s half the fun,” he whispered.

Still, you didn’t move. But your grip on the mouse had gone stiff. Jeongin noticed.

He slid off the desk, then slowly lowered himself into your lap—not fully sitting, just straddling one thigh with feather-light contact, knees bracketing your leg. His arms came around your shoulders, loose and playful, but his body heat pressed in, undeniable.

Your voice finally dropped.

“Jeongin,” You warned. “Don’t.”

Jeongin blinked at you, lips parted slightly. “Then stop me.”

A beat passed.

The room buzzed with electricity now—low and crackling beneath the silence. Your professionalism was holding on by threads, and both boys could feel it.

Han leaned against the desk again, cocking his head.

“Still think we’re just being difficult?” he asked.

Jeongin shifted in your lap, not grinding—nothing obscene—but enough to test you. Just enough weight to feel.

Your hands hovered, fingers twitching like you wanted to grab Jeongin’s waist and pin him down, but you didn’t.

Not yet.

Jeongin pressed down more firmly now, his weight no longer tentative. One hand slid along your shoulder, while the other trailed down your chest, stopping just above the waistband of your slacks.

“Jeongin.” Your voice cracked, low and warning. “Off.”

But Jeongin didn’t move.

Instead, Han’s fingers came to rest on your wrist, cool and deliberate. He leaned down, lips brushing close to your ear.

“You’re not going to stop us,” he whispered. “You’ve had too many chances.”

And something in you snapped.

One second, Jeongin was teasing in your lap; the next, your hands clamped down on his waist, hard enough to make the younger boy gasp. You stood swiftly, lifting Jeongin clean off your thigh and placing him on the edge of the mixing desk.

The monitor light spilled across Jeongin’s parted lips, his flushed cheeks. Wide eyes blinked up, breath quickening.

“You wanted a reaction?” You growled, unbuttoning your cuffs and rolling your sleeves higher. “Now you’ve got it.”

You stepped between Jeongin’s legs, crowding him back onto the desk. Jeongin’s hoodie slipped from one shoulder entirely, revealing the curve of his neck and collarbone. You leaned down, kissing just below his ear—rough, possessive.

Jeongin shivered, whimpering softly. “Please…”

Han was behind them now, watching, his own breath catching. “Fuck, you’re hot when you lose control.”

You looked over your shoulder, eyes dark. “You’ll get yours too.”

Han smirked.

Jeongin moaned again as your hand slid under the hoodie, fingers trailing over soft skin, making him arch into the touch.

“You come in here acting like a brat, and you think I’ll just sit there and take it?” he growled against Jeongin’s throat. “And you think you run this room?”

“N-no, sir…”

The title slipped out instinctively, and you froze for just a second—then smiled.

“Keep saying that.”

You yanked the hoodie up and off, leaving Jeongin bare-chested on the desk. The boy was already squirming, thighs squeezing around your waist as you reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants.

“Look at you,” You murmured. “Hard just from teasing me.”

Jeongin whined in reply, hips grinding helplessly as you undid his belt.

Behind them, Han slipped his shirt over his head, watching with ravenous eyes. “Want to help.”

“On your knees then.” You said.

Han obeyed fast, dropping in front of them with a grin and eager fingers. He undid the your pants, tugged them down enough to free you, then licked a long stripe up the length of your cock before sucking you in—warm, wet, sinful.

You groaned, eyes fluttering for a second before you turned your attention back to Jeongin, who was leaning back, chest rising and falling fast.

“Touch yourself,” You ordered.

Jeongin’s hand slid down immediately, slipping beneath his briefs, stroking slowly as he watched Han work. The sight of both of them—one gasping, the other moaning around your cock—was too much.

You slid one hand into Jeongin’s hair and pulled him into a messy kiss, full of teeth and tongue and broken little moans. Jeongin clung to your shoulders, rutting up against you.

Han pulled off, breathing heavy. “Want him to ride you.”

You grabbed Jeongin’s hips and flipped him onto his stomach across the desk.

“Not yet,” You said. “I want to hear him beg.”

You yanked Jeongin’s briefs down, revealing his ass, flush and twitching with anticipation. You ran your hand over the curve, then gave it a sharp slap. Jeongin jolted, moaning, already leaking onto the desk.

“Want it,” he whimpered. “Please, sir…”

Han was panting now, stroking himself as he watched. “He’s dripping.”

“Good.” You reached for a bottle of lube in the drawer—you always kept one in the studio, just in case. You coated your fingers and pressed one in slowly, then two, working Jeongin open with careful, practiced motions.

Jeongin was already babbling. “So good, feels so good, please, I want—”

“You’ll get it when you can say what you want.”

Jeongin gasped, trembling. “Want you inside me. Want to be used.”

That was all it took.

You lined yourself up and pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as Jeongin gasped and arched beneath you. He gripped the desk hard, moaning as you bottomed out with a low groan.

“So tight,” You hissed. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

You set a steady rhythm—deep and hard, not fast. Every thrust rocked Jeongin forward on the desk, each one pulling a different sound from his lips.

“Louder,” You demanded. “Let Han hear how desperate you are.”

Han was moaning again, practically rutting into his own hand at the sight.

The room was filled with breathy whimpers, skin against skin, the wet sounds of Jeongin’s pleasure and Han’s soft curses. You didn’t let up—one hand around Jeongin’s throat, not choking, just grounding, while the other snaked around to stroke him in time with each thrust.

It didn’t take long.

Jeongin came hard, spilling across the desk with a hoarse cry. His whole body shook, hips still jerking back for more even as he went limp.

You pulled out slowly, panting—and turned to Han.

“Your turn.”

Han crawled up onto the couch this time, hands braced against the back, legs spread. “Been waiting all night.”

The air in the studio felt thicker now—heavy with sweat, sex, and the lingering sound of Jeongin’s whimpers as he lay boneless across the mixing desk, twitching with aftershocks.

You stepped back, dragging a hand down your face, breath still rough.

But Han was already moving.

He was stretched out on the studio couch, knees spread, head tipped back against the cushions. His flushed chest rose and fell rapidly, skin slick, cock hard and leaking against his stomach.

“Been waiting all night,” he repeated, voice low and needy.

Youapproached slowly, eyes dragging over every inch of him. “You’re so smug when you’re clothed,” You muttered. “Look at you now.”

Han rolled his head to the side and gave a half-smile, but it was weak, hazy around the edges. “Not so smug anymore, huh?”

You knelt between his legs, running your palms up Han’s thighs, spreading him open further. Han trembled.

“No,” You said, leaning in to mouth at the inside of his thigh. “You’re not.”

You kissed higher, licking over sensitive skin, biting softly just beside where Han really wanted him. Han’s hips bucked, a hand flying to the back of your head.

“Please—” he gasped. “Please don’t tease—”

“You didn’t ask nicely,” You murmured, kissing over his hip, up to his stomach, dragging your tongue across taut skin. “Beg for it.”

Han’s hand tightened in your hair, but there was no resistance—only desperation.

“Please,” he groaned. “Need you to fuck me. I’ve wanted it for so long—I can’t wait anymore.”

That earned him a soft chuckle.

“You practiced that line?”

Han panted. “Didn’t need to. I’ve felt it every time you touched me.”

You pulled back just enough to coat your fingers again with lube, then slipped one inside—fast, deep. Han cried out, legs twitching.

“Thought so.”

Youl worked him open quickly, not cruel but not gentle either. Han liked it rougher, his body more impatient, twitching with every curl of fingers that brushed his prostate.

When he was loose and slick, you stood, stroking yourself once, then lined up and pushed in with a low grunt. Han’s back arched off the couch as he moaned—loud, needy, unabashed.

“Fuck, yes—”

“Too loud,” You muttered, and clamped a hand over his mouth. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

Han whimpered against your palm, eyes rolling back as you started to move—deep, unrelenting thrusts that drove into him without pause. The wet slap of skin filled the room, Jeongin’s soft gasps from the desk barely audible over Han’s muffled moans.

“Look at you,” You growled, free hand gripping Han’s thigh to push his legs back further. “Always talking shit. But you’re just a hole for me now, aren’t you?”

Han nodded frantically, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his temples. His cock bounced against his belly with every thrust, untouched and leaking like he could come from the fucking alone.

You leaned over him, hand still over his mouth. “You gonna come from this? From just getting used?”

Han’s whole body jolted.

That was a yes.

You moved faster, driving in harder, deeper—chasing your own edge now. Han was writhing beneath you, begging with his eyes, incoherent and wrecked.

Then he came—without warning, cock untouched, spilling across his stomach with a choked, broken sound under your hand.

You fucked him through it, groaning low and feral as your own orgasm ripped through you seconds later, spilling deep inside, hips stuttering before finally stilling.

You stayed there a moment, pressed flush to Han’s shaking body, catching your breath. Then slowly, gently, he pulled out, watching the way Han’s hole fluttered and dripped.

The room was silent, save for their breathing.

Jeongin stirred from the desk, voice hoarse. “Told you we could break him.”

You turned to look at them both—Jeongin still spread out on the desk, flushed and dazed, Han blinking up from the couch, sweaty and wrecked.

You ran a hand through your hair and smirked.

“You didn’t break me.”

You reached for your shirt, dragging it over your shoulders.

“I just needed to remind you who’s really in control.”

[godjustkys]

Hiii I saw u take got requests so I wondering if I could request ned stark x top male reader??? (Reader is bigger in size, like bigger than sandor even)

Maybe with some breeding kink and overstim:3

SYPNOSIS: breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell.

CHARACTER: male reader x ned stark

NOTE: i keep writing these in one sitting and it’s fucking with my brains [1,140 words]

p.s. requests are always open!!

WARNING: breeding kink,, overstimulation,, light size kink,, cock drunk ned,, pet names (my lord),, praise,, dirty talk,, light possessive!reader,,

winterfell’s ancient stone walls didn’t offer much warmth, but the heat in ned’s chamber was stifling; thick with sweat, panting breath, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. his body trembling beneath you, hands twisted in the furs as your massive frame loomed over his smaller stature. ned stark — lord of winterfell, warden of the north — was reduced to a mess of helpless moans as you rutted into him with harsh, powerful thrusts. your size practically dwarfed him, your hands easily wrapping around his hips, keeping him locked in place like a plaything. “you take me so well, my lord,” you murmured into his ear, voice like gravel. he groaned at the praise, legs already trembling from how long you had kept him on edge.

“i… fuck—” ned’s voice broke as you slammed in deeper, and he choked on a cry, back arching as you pressed your chest to his back, pinning him down fully. you weren’t just fucking him — you were claiming him. “want me to fill you up good? breed you?” you murmured. he shivered in response, desperate, nodding with a soft, raspy, breathless, “yes…” you grinned against the back of his neck, feeling him squeeze around you. “gonna breed you till it takes. gonna fill you so deep.. so your body won’t forget who it belongs to.” the words made him shake, cock twitching helplessly against his stomach as you ground into him, pace never faltering. he was already spent, more than once, but you weren’t close to done. not until his stomach was warm and full, not until his legs gave out from too much pleasure and not enough time to recover. you leaned back just enough to watch him — his hair messy, eyeing the way his body tensed and jerked with every overstimulated thrust. you could tell he was close again, even if his mind couldn’t keep up. “cum for me again, my lord,” you ordered, voice low and firm. “one more. you can do it.” and he did — broken, beautiful, coming undone with a guttural moan, body shuddering beneath yours.

you didn’t stop.

a pathetic whine left ned’s mouth, his hole clenching around you tightly. his arms and thighs were shaking and eventually, he caved, pressing his face and shoulders to the mattress, giving his body some relief, some sort of way to relax. but even then, you stayed buried in him, deep and unyielding, one hand sliding up his side to hold him close. “that’s it,” you murmured, voice low. “so good, my lord, takin’ my cock like this..” you praised. he could only nod, too far gone to speak, his body pliant and trembling beneath yours. every breath he took was shallow, broken, but he didn’t ask you to stop — not once. because even in the haze, even in the overstimulation and ache, he wanted it. wanted you. and you were going to give him everything — every drop, every thrust, every word that made his heart stutter in his chest and his body fall apart again and again. “i-it’s..— ah- mhh.. too much..” ned sobbed out, his voice hoarse due to how loud he was being just a couple minutes earlier. so you did the only logical thing — slamming in again, grinding deep enough to make his thighs shake. “you’re not done til i say you’re done. you wanted this, didn’t you?” your voice was venomous and low, laced with a cruel kind of sweetness. “begged me to ruin you. look at you now.. dripping, shaking, stuffed full. and still not satisfied? you’re greedy, my lord..” ned didn’t respond. he nuzzled his face into his bed, fingers clenched around the furs on it. you groaned lightly, grabbing his hips tight enough to bruise. “m’gonna keep fucking you until this cock’s the only thing your body remembers. gonna breed you so deep, you’ll be leaking for days.”

his whole body jerked as you drove in again, deeper, harder, his mind long gone but his body still so responsive — clenching, twitching, surrendering. your hand snaked around his throat, just enough pressure to make him gasp, back arching into you even as his body tried to squirm away from the overstimulation. “that’s right,” you growled, hips snapping forward. “you’re gonna take everything i give you. no running. no hiding.” ned’s legs gave another tremble, then buckled, his weight sagging under you. he was wrecked — raw and used — but still so tight around you it was almost unbearable. you didn’t ease up. if anything, the way he whimpered made you fuck him harder. “you feel that?” you hissed into his ear. “that stretch? that ache deep in your guts? that’s me. carving you open from the inside out.” and oh, how utterly broken the lord of winterfell was. “please,” he moaned, voice broken and raw. “breed me, gods, just— fuck me full, make me yours, i need it— need to feel it leaking out of me when you’re done— please—” he begged, his voice higher in pitch and so raspy, as if it’s been used for hours.

that was all it took. with a low growl, you slammed into him one last time, holding him down as you emptied yourself deep inside, body jerking with each pulse. he was sobbing beneath you now — overwhelmed, blissed out and completely ruined. and still, you didn’t pull out. you just held him there, locked together, your cum leaking slowly from where you stayed buried. “you did good, my lord,” you murmured, voice suddenly gentler, removing your hand from this throat and sliding it down his back. “but we’re not done. not until it takes.” ned’s body twitched beneath you, every nerve raw, every muscle burning. he wasn’t even trying to speak now — just panting, face buried in the fur, broken whimpers spilling from his lips with every tiny shift of your hips. you were still hard, still leaking cum into him. “you’re shaking,” you whispered against his neck, dragging your tongue up the salt-slicked skin. “but you’re still so tight for me. still hungry. that little hole doesn’t know what full is yet, does it?” a soft, choked noise was all you got in return, but his body betrayed him — clenching down around you greedily. “thought so,” you breathed, pulling your hips back just enough to make him feel the drag of your cock before slamming forward again, deeper. “you want this. don’t pretend otherwise.” he let out a cry; sharp, high, wrecked — as his legs gave out entirely, and you caught him by the hips before he collapsed flat. you dragged him back onto you, slow and brutal. “you’ll give me one more,” you ordered, gripping his hips tight, dragging him back in time with each thrust.

“one more load. one more orgasm. you’re not done until you’re leaking from both ends and begging me to stop.”

[flyervel]

You'd work endless hours to provide your wife, people said it's odd you'd call him that. But you'd always shrug, and always gave them your classic answer; He's kinda is... He cooks, cleans and everything.

After another exhausting business trip, you had a feeling your husband was cheating on you (thought, he never did it). You came home to find your husband on the couch. Moaning like a whore, after careful and silent inspections, he fucked himself with a dildo. The pink colored toy on his boypussy, as crying with pleasure and repeating your name.

You smirked seeing him. He would usually text you or just call you if he missed you, barely you expecting this. You came up to him—your husband's eyes went wide. But you didn't let him explain, you immediately ripped every piece of his clothes. Pulling the dildo out, you inserted it into his rim, making him jolted and moan.

He's probably already opened wide, you thought. Seeing the size of the dildo. You immediately unzipped and unbuttoned your expensive pants. Adjusting your position, doggy style before putting your whole length to his heat. You just smiled seeing the eager face of your husband as he looked back.

"Did you bring any men over?" You asked with a firm voice. As he shook his head in response.

Clap—! Your thrust immediately went into his G-spot. "Mffhh~! I didn't M/N—" With that, you start to push your whole length. Didn't move an inch making him whine, you just slapped his ass hard. "That's not my name."

You saw him biting his lower lip, his ass having your hand print as it burns to his flesh. You kneed those cheeks before moving. Your husband just moaned louder, louder than using that dildo, his tongue went out as the sound of skin clapped with each other. "I didn't—ah—daddy!!" But you just kept breeding him, fucking his boypussy.

"You're such a whore..." You muttered as you saw him cumming. But you just continue. Hitting his womb. "You're whore for your husband... My whore wife."

You paused your movements, slapping his ass to get your husband's attention. "Do you want it inside?" He replied with a nod. With his consent, you thrust yourself into him a few more before unloading your load into him, his womb. That very womb that missed your cock for so long...

You pulled out your cock which was still hard and oozing some cum. Your husband's pussy was full, you sat in front of him. As your dick's shadow capture his face, your husband's dazed face looked at your standing length. "C'mon, be a good wife and clean me up, okay? I'll breed you again later."

—

I think this is more of rough sex. But I hope you still enjoyed this, and thank you for the Anon who requested this.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about free use boyfriend but it’s more of him begging you to use him at any and every opportunity, having him teasingly brush up against you or bending over for you when you’re watching tv or trying to do work, with three of his fingers buried in his sopping wet cunt , or with a plug laying snug inside, purposely showing off his gaping hole or even fucking himself in front of you, putting on a whole show til you’re achingly hard in your pants and he’s loudly begging - sobbing for you to fuck him but being unable to do anything because even though you can use him whenever you want, he still has to earn the permission to touch you.

Or thinking about free use boyfriend who’s just so excited to get used, but tries to keep it under wraps, does his best to have a conversation with you about your rough week while you’re pounding into him, but sweet thing can’t focus with your cock erratically driving up into his prostate, lays there loudly sobbing while you talk about some pesky coworker, blunt nails clawing at whatever surface’s supporting him in an attempt to maintain the last bit of his sanity but at some point it becomes too much for him so much so he stops responding and you have to deliver harsh slaps to his ass to bring him out of his trance, as you remind him this little arrangement is for your pleasure not his, and to speak when you ask him something, but sweet thing is so far gone, only manages to respond in broken sobs, even cums before you manage to finish, so you force him to stand there on shaky legs, cum smeared on his stomach and thighs while you retell your story and continue to pound his now sensitive ass

[scap34]

Thinking about Yandere!Mafia boss

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, slight exhibitionism

Yandere!Mafia boss who fell in love with you at first sight. He can’t even remember the day, only the sight of you. From that instant, his once-meaningless existence found its purpose: you. Nothing else mattered. Your presence became his singular focus, an addiction. It didn’t matter if you didn’t see it like that. You’d come to understand that you two were meant to be.

Yandere!Mafia boss who stalks you to your work and college. Who gets pissed when anyone talks to you. Your friends, colleagues, professors and even cashiers. You’re his, so why were you even looking at others?

Yandere!Mafia boss who breaks into your apartment just to steal your clothes. Taking pictures of all the things you like so he could fill your new room in his house with things you liked.

Yandere!Mafia boss who kidnapped you claiming to give you a better life. Sick of watching you work and struggle, he took you back to his place. It didn’t matter if he had to drug you. It was for your own good.

Yandere!Mafia boss who insists that you have to obey him and never leave him, even when he is on his knees massaging your legs willingly after you made a comment about how they were numb.

Yandere!Mafia boss who acts tough and aggressive only to wither under your frown like a disobedient puppy. Practically begging for your forgiveness as he hesitantly tried to please you by offering money, and insisting he you give you anything you wanted as long as you weren’t mad at him.

Yandere!Mafia boss who bursts into your room at night, demanding that you pay him back for his generosity using your body, only to stiffen and cower as you agree.

Yandere!Mafia boss who is clueless about sex, awkwardly stripping, showing off his well defined chest and heavy pecs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like a trembling virgin.

Yandere!Mafia boss who you have to coax to come close and for all his arrogance and bravado cums the minute you touch his cock. Face flushing red as he pressed his thighs together, trying to hide the stickiness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who can’t help but whine when you kiss him throughly, breath hitching when you play with his chest. Nodding obediently when you tell him you’re going to fuck him instead.

Yandere!Mafia boss who whines prettily turning his face away when you call him pretty, and coo about how big his tits are. It shouldn’t turn him on, but he can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy at your words.

Yandere!Mafia boss who eagerly spreads his ass cheeks so you can fuck his cute pussy. Showing off his twitching pink hole he already prepped, trembling as he tried to see if you were pleased. Crying out when your cock entered him, and cumming immediately form the fullness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who lets you manhandle him into different positions, as you fuck him into incoherency. Drawn out whines of your name and sobbing leaving his kiss swollen red lips when you fuck his tight hole.

Yandere!Mafia boss who cry when you degrade him, calling him a slut for breaking into your room and smelling your clothes. And calling him a pathetic whore for begging for a cock in his pussy. He begs and sobs for forgiveness as you ask who else fucked his tight pussy. Sobbing that’s he’s only a slut for you as he clings to your body pressing his tits against you trying to distract you.

Yandere!Mafia boss who love how sweet you are during aftercare, clinging to you like a desperate puppy, begging you to fuck his wet pussy again.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’d let you fuck him anywhere. Too desperate for your approval to deny you, even as you fuck him during a video call meeting. Let you paint his face with cum, eagerly licking it off to taste you. Sitting on your cock during meetings, only to stay after every one has left so you could fuck his swollen pussy.

Yandere!Mafia boss who claim your nothing but a toy only to run to you and kneel and beg for your attention and approval. Letting you punish him however you wanted, loving it when you call princess and your pretty girl.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’s so in love with you they’d do anything for you. Acting more like a content pet than a dominant leader. Looking at you with hearts in his eyes. All hazy and adoring, making you feel high off his love. He only got more addicted to you when you acted mean, showing what kind of cruel person lay under your nice facade.

GOJO, TOJI, SUKUNA, WRIOTHESLEY, GHOST, ZORO, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, JIYAN, CALCHIRO, KÖNIG, and anyone else you like <3

[pastelclovds]

invincible is dragging me back by the ankles

thinking about a human!reader who has lived a pretty decent, normal existence. at least, as normal as it could be with all the hero's trying to exterminate world ending threats daily, and leaving major cities in ruins afterwards. the death of the guardians made the threats worsen over time.

one day, as you were taking your usual midnight stroll, you were stopped by the one and only, omni-man. his only excuse? he said and i quote.

“human, it has come to my attention that you’re releasing strange, aphrodisiacal pheromones; and it has become a problem for me.”

you blink once, twice, thrice, and you’re eyes widened as you finished processing his sentence. you were releasing sexy pheromones?? where was it during your days in college? your vision on omni-man’s flushed face trails down to his pelvic region, where his ragging boner was making itself known beneath his suit.

cue to nolan dragging you to an empty alleyway, stripping you both butt naked, and riding you until you left his hole gaping and filled to the brim with your cum. he let out an uncharacteristic, longing moan as he painted your chest in white.

turns out he’s been wanting you for a while ever since he first caught whiff of your scent that one afternoon a week ago as he was defeating a kaiju.

as for the “aphrodisiacal pheromones” you seem to unknowingly release daily: it only seems to affect nobody else but nolan. you don’t have a problem with it though, as long as you continue to fuck the number one super “hero,” you don’t need anything else.

that’s until mark appears before you with an embarrassed grin and a hard on of his own. then his other variants appeared like beasts in heat, and now conquest. yeah, you’re a viltramite magnet.

[2kiran]

I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭

Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER

Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.

“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”

He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.

“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.

Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.

It hurt. Hurt so good.

Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.

It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—

Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.

Oh.

He’s knocked out.