#trans female reader smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

the ascendant’s beloved ; 18+

kinktober day six

pairing ; ascended!astarion ancunin x trans female!reader insert

fandom ; baldur’s gate 3

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; dominant!astarion, submissive!reader, pet play (cat), exhibitionism, power play, public sex act, thigh riding, praise kink

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Astarian Ancunìn, the man that had come from nothing and yet had still managed to become far more than any other man could hope to be, was someone who had come to enjoy showing off his grandest possessions. Or, rather, he'd come to love showing off to those who he believed to be below him and lived for the times where they were forced to bask in the glory of his wealth and status while knowing that they will never get to share in it.

This meant that there were plenty of lavish parties and balls held at the newly named Crimson Palace once Astarion had comfortably settled into his new role as the master of the estate after spending so long as one of its countless captives.

The gatherings held during the daylight hours were, admittedly, much more tame in nature as they were mainly organised with the sole purpose of forming stronger social connections with the noble families of Baldur's Gate and its neighbouring city states, and to try and find potential targets to add to his growing vampiric army. So, naturally, this meant that most of your dear ascendant's boasting was limited to the more obvious signs of wealth kept within his grand inherited estate (such as the quiet luxury of the detailed embroidery adorning his many suits, or that of the countless antique paintings that adorned the grand walls of the palace's upper levels) and hidden behind a thin venire of faux-humbleness that had the Baldurian nobles in attendance nodding and laughing in blind agreement and showering him with flattery. On the rare occasion that you did attend these sunlit parties you tended to spend the whole event by Astarion's side, an action that both soothed his own possessive instincts by showing any would-be suitors in attendance that you were already spoken for, and that allowed him another opportunity to further solidify his facade of grandeur and generosity by presenting you as his dearly devoted wife that he so clearly doted upon as you were never to be seen in anything but the finest dresses and jewels.

From what little you'd heard of the outside world from the whispers of your ascendant's servants it seemed as if these occasional public appearances of yours had made you the envy of all the women in Baldur's Gate. A flattering idea to be sure, but you'd long since stopped caring about the opinions of anyone but Astarion so that rumour was forgotten as quickly as it was learned.

No. There were far more important things to lend your thoughts to, such as the nightly galas your beloved would host once his mortal guests had all left the palace grounds.

A crowd of hundreds, all so desperately vying for Astarion's attention and approval as their superior. Monsters of his own making that were as starving for blood as they were for the sound of his voice, the authoratative echo of his orders that rattled them to the bone and left them rabid and eager to please and feed and obey the ascendant. The dozens of depraved undead with whom Astarion was always happy to show off his greatest treasure; you.

His darling mate. His sweet little soon-to-be-spawn. His obedient kitten who always does exactly what she's told because she loves being his good girl... even if that means being put in a position that most people would find utterly humiliating.

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Even when you were stripped almost completely bare and had the thoughts fucked out of your head, Astarion had a way of making you look completely and utterly resplendent.

The collar he’d had made for you early on in your courtship was enchanting: the main body of the collar was lined with the finest silk money could buy (as black as the night you’ll be forced to reside in, of course), so gentle and light against your skin that were it not for the weight of its adornments and the firmness of its metal core it would be all too easy for you to forget it was even there; a dozen strings of pearls were attached to the underside of it, each loop starting and ending about an inch apart and dropping just low enough to tastefully graze the base of your throat when you held your head up straight as he so often instructs you to; at the very centre of the collar, taking its pride of place resting firmly over your jugular, was a brilliantly bright ruby that he’d spent the better part of a year searching for — polished to a perfect shine, sanded until it was the exact shape he had envisioned, and flanked on either side by a half dozen diamonds that he’d had repurposed from the ancient heirloom jewellery inherited by his old master. It was a thing of beauty, and a testament to both the skill of the craftsman he’d hired and the devotion of your beloved Astarion to give you only the best things in life, and as such you never went without it.

The faux-ears he insisted you wear toed the line between elegant and embarrassing: positioned just far enough apart and just close enough to your scalp for them to appear as if they were actually sprouting out from your head at a glance instead of the unnatural, artificial look you’d once associated with such accessories; flexible enough at their core for them to be able to twitch and adjust with an almost natural elegance in response to every movement you made, no matter how small or slow; crafted with so much care that even the fur was a perfect match for the length, texture, and colour of your hair — so uncannily alike that you once found yourself questioning whether your beloved had actually sent the craftsmen a sample of your hair for them to be able to match it so flawlessly. Though when he’s coaxed you deep enough into pet-space you can’t find it in yourself to care much for their presence either way.

The lacy undergarments he’d bought for you were undeniably flattering: as white as the hair atop his head, translucent enough that the flowery detailing did nothing to hide your aching erection from anyone who cared to look between your trembling thighs, delicate enough that you were sure he could tear it straight off of your body without the slightest bit of effort, and now soaked in the front with your pre-cum as he continues to guide your hips along the length of his muscular thigh. Such a shame really, you’d only had this pair for a single day and they were already ruined — you just hoped he’d replace them after he’s had his fill of you for the night.

And though you used to think it was a bit much, the buttplug and the tail attached to it had grown on you over the years — the feeling of being stuffed completely full was just too much for you to ignore… especially now that he had you like this and when he was whispering such wonderfully sinful things against the shell of your ear.

Though, as you had long since descended into the delightfully fuzzy depths of pet-space, you only really managed to catch fleeting fragments of whatever it was he was saying to you. Far too distracted by the dizzying friction of him dragging your hips along his leg and the throbbing ache between your legs as you’re guided closer and closer to climax to focus on anything else — not his voice, not the countless eyes watching you, not anything at all.

‘… good girl…’

‘… keep purring for me, sweet thing,’

‘That’s it darling…’

‘… going to cum, my love?’

‘… beautiful…’

It was almost as if your head were submerged underwater. You couldn’t even hear your own voice anymore, with everything being drowned out by the incessant pounding of your heart and the white hot pleasure bursting through your veins as you were finally given that final push and sent careening into your first climax of the night. Trembling, damn near mewling with bliss, collapsing against him, making a complete mess of him and yourself as your cum splatters against your stomach and onto the expensive fabric of his trousers, and unable to do anything but whine and sob and whimper as your darling ascendant, as cruel as he can be kind, wraps one cold, slender hand around your aching dick and jerks you through the end of your orgasm and straight through to pure overstimulation.

And the crowd of his devoted servants, their presence long since lost to your lust-drunk mind, continue to watch with eager, wanting eyes as their Lord turns the once revered saviour of Baldur’s Gate into a desperate, mindless mess. And none knew whose place of the two they wanted to take more.

[elliesspacewalker]

· NSFW below ·

I feel like Ellie would absolutely adore being dry humped- I'm talking white lace panties on you, her cock hard in her boxers. you're grinding on her, Ellie's hands on your ass guiding you...

You're kissing up her neck softly as she's whimpering into your ear... Her dick twitching as she gets close.

"f-fuck babe i-" and before you know it your panties are wet from Ellie's cum- the poor girl's abs contracting, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her mouth slightly open as she tries to catch her breath back.

a/n: I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK SORRY BABES!!

[queenie-the-court-jester]

break up with your boyfriend

Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader

It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe

Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?🌺

💄Eva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.

💐Ofcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice

🛍️boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-

💄but at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick

"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"

💐that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-

🛍️let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.

💄this little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form

💐you never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body

🛍️Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week

💄she has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ♡ . Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too

💐don't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest

"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."

moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card ♥️

[hollowtakami]

content: NSFW + MDNI! face riding, g/n reader w/ afab anatomy, just throwing my keigo hcs into the hellsite /pos

a/n: tysm for all the love on my posts + new followers! im feeling a lot better now and have a flow for work/tumblr balance! gonna be posting imagines/short fics more than anything too big, but i hope to post more soon:)

Keigo has a big nose, and you can’t tell me otherwise. And fuck, he’s so handsome.

His features are nothing short of heaven for the eyes; a soft smile, eyes that turn hearts to goo and a handsome beak of a nose.

Some people think that big noses are unattractive, but Keigo’s partner is different. They worship every part of him. He was made so perfectly, an angel in disguise.

When you’re riding his face, his tongue teasing your tight hole, your clit brushes against his nose as you rock your hips over his chin. His stubble scratches your labia just right. Every part of Keigo overstimulates you perfectly as you jolt into orgasm, a whimpering mess as you buck into your boyfriend’s mouth as he eats your orgasm, face slick with his reward.

[vampdes]

DES says . . . this is my comeback, i suppose. please do enjoy.

SUM. — pussy-drunk & face-seat gojo s.

CON. warning — afab reader.

NOTES. — small smut blurb. semi-detailed smut.

gojo satoru has always been a man obsessed with pussy. he’s done about anything and everything to and with every chick he’s been with; but he hasn’t been a face-seat before. which is why you, the absolute darling partner you are, are going to be the one to grant his one and only wish in life!

“satoru. .” you mumbled, your naked lower half hovering above his eager mouth, looking down at him with worry, “are you sure. .? i don’t wanna hurt you.” gojo just said that if he needed air (he won’t, he’d rather die than let you leave his face), he’d tap your thigh twice, and that seemed enough to ease your worries.

you slowly sat down on his face, not putting your full weight on him, before gojo decided that wasn’t enough and pulled you down on him. before you could contest, your hands were gripping the headboard as he tore you apart.

everything felt new. things inside of you—your body—felt feverish, as though you were on fire for witchery, and your toes were curled from the pure ecstasy gojo’s tongue provided you with. he sucked, licked, and kissed every inch of your pussy, making sure to drink everything you produced with eagerness; and once his tongue went inside of you, oh fuck.

you squirmed, saying that it was too much, but gojo couldn’t care less as you tried to close your thighs to stop him. he let out a groan when you pulled his hair, attempting to rise above him, but he just dove back inside of you: “you’re so fuckin’—fuck, y/n. .”

it took him two hours to finally stop. your pussy was glistening with his spit and your own fluids which came from him tongue fucking you relentlessly, and you knew, from the tent he built in his boxers, that you had more than enough time to let him go again.

links: full on smut —› ftm reader (💫) & fem. reader (💫)

© vampdes . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

[mayoonn]

heyya! i saw u needing some1 to request so here i am 😈 imagine maki (from jjk) is from a family thats known for their alpha genes (yes. a/b/o universe.) and shes engaged with m!reader whom she thought is a female omega due to his pretty face + mid length hair. she couldnt do anything but froze infront of m!reader bcs she thinks that an angel has fallen (cheesy, i know.) but no, its not a fallen angel. ts a human being. maki is rough at reader first but cant help being smitten to reader liek shes ready to give the whole world for him. also could u add smut innit? any kinks r welcome ;) and and make maki a softdomtop!!!!@ im such a sucker for maki ong 😩 ANYWAYS have a great weekend :]]

Thank you, dear! Maki is so.. hfgghh ♡♡

I apologize if it's very late and if this story was a little rushed or doesn't make sense, I was in the hospital with my mom.. Don't worry, she is very well! She just had surgery (I'm suck at writing smut ಥ_ಥ)

(Male reader!!, smitten omega! reader, subbttm! reader, alpha! Maki, softdom! Maki, Maki has cock, reader has pussy and cock, feminization, nipple play, frottage, rough to soft vanilla sex)

Being an omega is a curse and a blessing for you at the same time, from getting special treatment to getting treated like a slut or an object sometimes. It was 0 to 100 real quick, you have to meet the right person or in this case, the right alpha. You were glad your parents weren't like those abusive or narcissistic as other Omegas are experienced before. You actually have a very decent and normal life, your parents taught you well especially about the alphas.

You believe that not all alphas are that horrible but often, you heard or even saw with your own eyes that you actually questioned yourself whether you should even mate with one. You are an independent, one truly rare to see in omegas so it's really a choice to have a mate. Your parents were worried that you'll end up alone all your life so they offered to set up an arrangement of alphas as your potential mate.

At first you were reluctant, you were afraid about your parents taste in alphas. Not that they had terrible taste, you were scared of what kind of alphas they are. You know how they can be but thinking of being alone for the rest of your life sounds depressing. You agreed nonetheless and your parents were very delighted. They were so excited that you were sure they already made a list..

For the first few dates, they were terrible. Just as you expected, one even sent death threats just because you weren't interested in.. "Open relationship". You frustratedly sighed when most of them were talking about themselves. Well at least you dodged big bullets there, you knew you'll regret when you mate one of them. Your mother comforts you, giving you hope to find a suitable mate while your father arranged your dates.

You were starting to give up until your father came in the room, running as he looked very very excited. You were skeptical, raising your brow at him and crossing your arm. You hoped it would be great news or you might as well give up on this whole mate thing. " well, you don't believe it but Maki Zenin accepted our arrangements! " your father exclaimed as both of you and your mother were shocked to hear this news.

Your face was flushed red as your mother hugged you, celebrating as if you actually achieved something. Well you did, Maki Zenin was a powerful woman and also her family was known for their alpha genes. You actually have a crush on Maki since forever, you didn't think this would've happened to you but it did. You have seen her fights, you even heard that she's actually very respectful and such a gentleman!!

If you could, you would be squealing right now like a high school girl getting love notes from her crush. Your father had told you the arrangement, usually date in the same restaurant as always on tomorrow night. You had to stay calm in front of your parents, you didn't want to look so excited when in the past, you repeatedly told them you don't even need or want a mate. It would be embarrassing, you went to your room and got your outfit ready. You even practiced in front of your mirror, you also don't want to be a stuttering mess in front of her, Maki Zenin! You pray that it'll end up well and you are happily married together and forever! ��

Okay, maybe you were a bit delusional there.. The next day, you were waiting in the restaurant. You came way too early, you kept checking your hair and your attire. You actually did your best as much as you can, you want to impress her so hard.

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After months of courting her, you were both engaged and it was actually going pretty well. The first date, Maki thought you were a female omega with how much you actually cleaned yourself very well. She was flustered when you confronted her that you were a male but hey, she really hit the jackpot there. The way you talk with your soft tone, your eyes fluttering at her, your attire almost seen as an angel that has fallen from heaven. It's cheesy, she knows but she can't help but flirt with you. Your blush compliments your skin so much

That night, after your wedding and on your first honeymoon night was the night you lost your virginity to her. She was glad and appreciated that you waited for her for a long time and she won't hold back. You weren't surprised that she manhandled you so much, it actually turned you on. You were both naked on the bed as she said in hushed words in your ear while she prepared your pussy and stroking your cock. She kept edging you, fingering your hole so fast then slowing down when you were so so so close to cumming.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby but I want you to cum on my cock. Hmm, so sweet, " she smirked as you arched your back in pleasure, your hand gripping on her hand while the other was holding her other hand. It was romantic to you, you thought it was because even though she's so mean and being so rough on your pussy but she is actually so sweet. You tighten your grip as you moan louder, begging for release. Then she stopped and slowly pulled out her fingers from your gaping hole, you huff and pant as tears swelled in your eyes. Your cock twitching so hard, it was painful to hold it in but anything for your lover.

Your hole is gaping as if it was calling for her, you let go of her wrist and wrapped your arm around her neck. Your lips hovering hers as you slowly leaned and kissed. Maki traced her hands on your body, slowly from your chest then on your curves. She gripped your waist and started to devour your neck, marking and biting that it'll leave bruises. You were sure that it won't fade for weeks, you love how possessive she can get.

"Ahh~.. M-maki, please~..," you don't know why you begged for but you really need her. You feel like your body is heating up like a scorching fire. Maki hummed while she gently bit your nipples, playing with your chest. You lightly moaned and your brows furrowed, both of your naked bodies were sweating like crazy. "Baby boy~ be patient, I'll be gentle with you, " she chuckled as she gripped your thighs and pushed up, rubbing her cock to your hole. Your legs twitch every time her cock rubbed your entrance, the head of her cock threatened to push inside. You whimpered and pleaded as you buck your hips but Maki gripped on your thighs.

Your hands gripped onto the blanket behind you as you watched her cock sliding onto your pussy until she finally pushed it in. You arched your back and your eyes widened, your hole clamping on her cock. "Relax baby~ shh.. Shh, relax," she grunt while she rubbed your hips. Your eyes shut, your knuckles became white and slowly getting used to her size. It was bigger and more painful than you expected your first time to be.

After a few minutes of staying still, Maki slowly thrust her cock. You moaned, wrapping your hands around her neck again and nuzzled your head to her neck. Your feverishly moan and gasped were clearly heard from her ear, she grunt as she started to thrust hard. The slaps and your girlish moans can be heard from outside the room, your legs twitch while her cock drilling your inside as if she was rearranged your guts.

You squealed and moaned, bed creaking from how hard she thrust. Maki holds your hand as she whispers sweet nothing in your ear. She growled and soon your release came, the Milly and sticky white substance covered both your stomach and hers. Maki thrust harder than before and you mewled, pleading for her cum as your eyes rolled to the back. Not too long after your orgasm, she came inside. You gasped, feeling your womb were filled and you were pretty sure that your stomach bulged out a bit. Maki lay down on top of you, her cock still inside as she kissed the hickeys she gave in your neck. You grunt when she pulled out, her cum oozing out of your hole and you were too tired to do anything.

She went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag and water for you, she helps you sit up and clean your body. She kissed your shoulder over and over again as you hummed, this was the best night you will not forget ♡

[meltedheartz]

thinking about how weird yandere!paul atreides would be ..

he's such a freak. an absolute weirdo around you, all lingering eyes and adoring smiles flashed your way.

paul knows you think he's a little off. a little too touchy with you, following you around like a lost puppy... you don't get it. he doesn't think you would, but he also doesn't quite care.

it's in the way he stares at you, albeit from a distance. the way he smiles. how he speaks to you. how he acts. all of it is a little unsettling, in plenty of ways.

after all, you're a boy... in the eyes of other people of course.

in your defense, you never bothered to reveal you aren't biologically a guy. no one asked! no one cared! no one thought about it! you passed so naturally, it was better to just blend.

you're rugged in all sorts of ways.

when you were nothing but a child, you'd climb atop of things you shouldn't have, you'd fight the other boys with fists and teeth, not hesitating to wield a sword or gun and join battle.

certainly, your parents fully believed you were the outcast of the family. the black sheep, the freak, the one they'd stash under the stairs to hide you from the world.

it got real bad when you cut your hair and would wrap fabric around your chest just to make sure you looked more masculine in the eyes of many. surely, you were crazy? you had to have been. going out in public like that — when you're supposed to be their precious daughter, their darling baby they'd dress in ribbons and bows, all sorts of jewelry.

you weren't really interested in those things... you like fighting. you like who you are. it's so much more comfortable, you feel so much safer.

until paul atreides comes around.

when you two first met, it was cordial. he kept a distance, despite being stony faced, he'd smiled at you and offered his name, asking for yours.

the two of you shake hands, professional and solely there for business. until you're sent to arrakis, and, well, it goes sideways.

he starts following you like a stray on the street... so eager to be near you, to feel the warmth of your scarred, rough hands; to stare at you and admire all the gashes and beatings you've received from your battles.

and it's just.. ugh. you hate it. you feel like you're being stalked everywhere you go, asking him dumb questions like, "shouldn't you be with chani??" "you don't have anything to be tending too, at the moment...?" "ah, are you sure you want to watch me spar and train? surely you have elsewhere to be." it irks him, just a little bit. ever since paul had locked eyes with you, his visions changed.

would he ever say what he saw? mm, maybe not. wouldn't want to scare you off!

but until he does make those visions a reality, he'll watch you from a distance. evaluate just why he sees children that look like the perfect mix of you and himself, why he sees so many different variations of wedding rings, why he sees you sleeping beside him in bed as he dreams.

just... until then. paul swears he'll make it a reality.

[eeboyysworld]

“ Sex in the city- “

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Genre: Smut

Frontman X Ftm!Reader

Cautions/Warnings: Latex sex, vaginal fingering, edging, squirting, use of cunt and pussy , semi-public sex, no plot jumping straight to it.

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The sound of desperation danced the walls of a fancy darkened limo, your knees shaking from holding up for so long, nearly giving out.

Jolts of pleasure swept through you, throwing your head back, letting yourself get lost in temporarily bliss.

Teeth scrapped your throat, dragging up and down, red thrash marks adorning the flesh.

You could hear your own wetness, two fingers covered in latex plunging in and out of your cunt, the absurd sound of squelching unmistakable.

The cold sensation hitting your spot every-time, ripping pure sobs outta you. Clenching your thighs around the man’s lap you sat in, locking him in.

“Doing so good for me, aren’t you?” He was dazed by the way your hole kept sucking in his fingers, spreading yourself on the digits, fluids flowing onto the rubber.

Frantically nodding your head , chorus of ‘yes’s fumbling out of your plucked lips. The arousal pooled your stomach, each time flowing closer and closer.

Yelping when a swift thumb circled your clit, the stimulation leaving you a babbling mess, pleading for it. “M-more!”

Adding pressure to the little bundle of nerves, feeling your warm gummy walls clench around him, letting out a groan at the tightness.

The urge to fuck into you raw, spilling his seed in you, was desirable. He couldn’t do that now, not when you were already so undone by his mere finger. It could wait.

He kept driving his middle and ring finger into you, drinking up the way you trembled in his hold. He watched the way your hips rolled, trying to create more friction.

Pulling out before you could release, leaving you to clench around nothing.

Whines escaped you, missing the feeling of him. “Pleasee..” fluttering your lashes, managing the best pity looked face you could bear.

You could feel yourself pulsing, could feel the pad of the glove just an inch away. The other man was quiet, unexpectedly calm, despite his own desire to eat you out right then and there.

Slowly, his finger slide its way back into you. Biting down your lip, agyonizily waiting.

“Go ahead,” Looking downwards , the sight of his fingers nestled in you . “ Fuck yourself with them.”

He spoke like he was ordering coffee for fuck sakes.

Frustrated was evident upon a glance at your flushed face, beads of sweat clinging to the locks of hair.

Hips stuttering as you began to grind, bringing yourself up and down. Movements shy , before the craving for release took on.

Leeching yourself to his neck, settling on nibbling the fabric that covered the flesh. “Fuck—“

Curling his finger inside you, letting you do the work before matching your pace.

The familiar feeling of pressure loosening inside your stomach, told you that you were close. Gripping down onto him, wetness slipping down the glove.

Everything became sloppy, your legs shaking from pleasure, moaning into the air. “Oh— P-please—“ hands gripping the other man’s broad shoulders.

He urged you on, “Come on baby—“ thrusting his fingers in and out ,with such a pace you knew you could see his veins if he wasn’t wearing said gloves.

Warm wetness coated him, liquid dripping down onto the pants he wore, ultimately soaking it with your mess.

He pulled out ,letting the juices flow, slapping your pussy enough to have you shaking as you rode the high.

Becoming limp in his hold, knees digging into leather, hugging him tightly. Muttering a ‘sorry’ about his pants.

His glove was long off, gently patting your head , whispering it’s alright as long as you’re relieved.

Rocking you back and forth subconsciously, the silence lasted a minute before he said a few of your favourite words.

“You hungry?” That made you jump up, throwing your pants back on, ignoring the way you wobbled up.

“—you know me so well.”

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Frontman needs to be the back man Lowkey

Thanks for all the likes , I rlly appreciate it🙏🩷🩷🩷‼️‼️

[marrziy]

RAIO-X: Stranger Things

★: Hopper, Steve, Jonathan, Billy, Eddie e Enzo.

+18 leitores & leitoras.

Nenhum pouco de acordo com os imagines; neles, eu descrevo como convém. Aqui são apenas achismos meus, baseados no que aparenta para mim (com aquela dose de licença poética, pois amo um exagero).

★: Jim Hopper

24 cm — não se gaba, mas reconhece o colosso entre as pernas e tem orgulho dele.

Grossura: muito acima da média.

Do tipo que arromba e impressiona quando alojado dentro de algum buraco. Encaixado numa buceta, força os lábios tão longe que o inchaço é quase imediato. Já atolado num cuzinho, alarga tanto que deixa as bordas vermelhas e o formato da própria circunferência como lembrança.

Balança/Curvatura: reto e muito pesado.

Ao pulsar, é alavancado, mas, devido ao peso, nunca permanece de pé. Para colocar na boca, é necessário guiá-lo com as mãos até os lábios ou curvar-se perante a glande.

Cor: alguns tons mais escuros que a pele; fica mais aparente quando está mole. A cabecinha é rosada.

Veias: grossas e de um azul visível na base, mas afinam no caminho, deixando de protuberar no comprimento.

Glande: quando mole, a ponta é completamente coberta pelo prepúcio; quando duro, é exibida até a metade. Se forçada durante a masturbação ou penetração, a cabecinha é totalmente exposta. O pré-sêmen acumulado costuma estalar, produzindo um som molhado no ritmo da movimentação.

Pau babão. No auge da dureza, vaza muito. Você saberá que é o mais gostoso/a do recinto aos olhos dele se conseguir deixá-lo de farda molhada, sendo que cueca úmida é o padrão para o chefe de polícia.

Pelos: Não liga muito para eles (diferente do bigode). Raramente depila a virilha e, quando o faz, é com aparador barato, cuja eficiência não é lá grande coisa.

Bolas: Pesadas e rechonchudas; espancadoras de quadril. Poluição sonora garantida caso o sexo seja bruto.

Porra: Goza até transbordar.

Sêmen branco, salgado, espesso e mil por cento fértil. Jorros pouco potentes, mas o esperma é abundante e ininterrupto; se Jim atinge o ápice, são uma ou duas sequências de jatos grossos até secar, sem pausas. Caso você tenha útero e não queira engravidar, camisinha ultra-resistente já!

★: Steve Harrington

19.5 cm — longe das réguas, ele arredonda para 20.

Grossura: na média.

O pau de Steve marca. Mesmo amolecido, é volumoso, e, dependendo da calça, dificilmente passará despercebido. Há sempre um caroço esticando o tecido; é impossível sentar no colo dele sem sentir. Steve gosta quando reparam e faz questão de acompanhar o olhar baixo de quem nota.

Balança/Curvatura: reto e um tanto pesado.

Não é suave ao ponto de bater no abdômen, nem denso o suficiente para alcançar as coxas. Um cacete perfeitamente posicionado para meter.

Cor: comprimento pouco escuro, não chegando a inibir o vermelho da excitação. A glande segue a cor, em uma tonalidade levemente mais forte.

Veias: finas e pouco marcadas.

Glande: torneira humana! Escorre pré-sêmen pra caralho sob pressão e umedece da ponta às bolas. É muito sensível na dureza; o simples roçar da cueca deixa o Harrington eriçado. Tem prepúcio, mas a pele só cobre a ponta por influência, quando Steve se movimenta ou quando é estimulado.

Pelos: por vontade de estar liso, nunca beirou uma lâmina, mas, para pegar mulher, caso a moça prefira, ele se dispõe a ficar com a virilha macia. Se você for um cara que quer mamar uma piroca lisinha: bye bye. Ele só move um dedo para agradar homem caso esteja extremamente apaixonado ou se o cara fizer muito o tipo dele.

Bolas: tamanho padrão. Boas de colocar na boca, pois não se espalham sem precedentes, e as chances de relar nos dentes são baixas. Steve as posiciona para cima na calça, aparentando ter mais conteúdo do que realmente tem lá dentro.

Porra: não desperdiça um Steve Júnior sequer.

Esperma líquido e transparente, de um amargor quase imperceptível, mas notável. Goza cargas fortes que vão fundo no interior de quem ele fode e raramente transborda, pois ele não deixa escorrer. Gosta de se despedir sabendo que deixou sua semente plantada nas entranhas de alguém.

★: Jonathan Byers

16 cm — brisado, já refletiu sobre ter mais saco que pinto.

Grossura: ligeiramente acima da média.

Cacete bastante responsivo, que vibra entre as paredes quentinhas de uma boceta e pulsa em tom de ameaça precoce no aperto de uma bunda. Muito enérgico e apressado, sem tempo para tirar a roupa!

Balança/Curvatura: maneiro e levemente curvado para cima. Super erguido, batendo no abdômen ao ser liberto. Pau fácil de manusear.

Cor: o comprimento apresenta uma tonalidade clara de pêssego, enquanto a ponta esbanja um rosa forte.

Veias: azuis, visíveis e pouco protuberantes.

Glande: metade superior de um coração, com globos perfeitos. Sem capuz e vagamente dobrada para cima. Gotas peroladas escorrem moderadamente da fenda, deixando-a brilhosa numa nota cativante de rosa. Sensibilidade alta.

Pelos: gosta da sensação de estar liso, mas não faz tanta questão de estar. Se tiver ânimo para gastar mais tempo no banho ou antes de sair com alguém, caso preveja uma foda, provavelmente depilará a virilha. Acontece, no máximo, duas vezes ao mês.

Bolas: Caídas, pesadas e espaçosas; em abundância para qualquer esporte. Acumulam muito, e, se Jonathan passa tempo demais sem transar, na hora de afogar o ganso, afogará no próprio gozo dentro do buraco que acabou de inundar. Gosta de meter devagarinho para sentir-se selando o interior da pessoa, com a pressão das bolas na entrada que alarga.

Porra: orgasmo teatral.

Sêmen branco, um pouco salgado e líquido. Jatos potentes entre pausas dramáticas; a primeira erupção vem abundante, e as demais enfraquecem com vagareza. Enquanto goza, Jonathan continua metendo, forte e erraticamente, errando o buraco em algumas investidas devido à euforia que o envolve, desperdiçando cargas no chão ou entre as coxas de quem está comendo. Fica mais agitado a cada jorrada e não tem previsão de quando o saco parará de contrair e lançar esperma.

★: Billy Hargrove

18 cm — ele adora a circunferência farta que carrega no meio das pernas.

Grossura: muito acima da média.

Billy gosta de foder podendo intercalar a atenção entre seu pau entrando e as expressões que são dadas a ele. Um caralho grosso da raíz a ponta, que provoca quando visto e desafia limites quando inserido, sempre esticando entradinhas até não poder mais e, para o divertimento do loiro, arrancando as mais exageradas e variadas reações dos alegremente arrependidos que caem em seu colo.

Pobrezinho... Nunca encontrou alguém capaz de levá-lo inteiramente na boca. Até mãos grandes o suficiente para circundá-lo são difíceis de achar.

Balança/Curvatura: pesado e reto. Pau que pende um pouco para baixo, mas não a ponto de precisar ser conduzido. É denso demais para pulsar intensamente, mas compensa ao aparentar estar num latejar pausado, constante no mais forte dos ápices.

Cor: comprimento rosa-quente, um bocado mais escuro que o tom predominante no corpo. Ponta vermelha.

Veias: não se percebe o azul sob a pele, mas são volumosas, e pelo menos duas delas se destacam nas laterais, estendidas da base até o corte. Algumas protuberam na virilha.

Glande: antes do orgasmo, libera pouquíssimo pré-sêmen para ajudar no manuseio; nem as células do filho da puta facilitam a vida de quem o cerca. Razoavelmente sensível, sem prepúcio e muito inchada na dureza.

Pelos: nessa piroca não! Billy se depila constantemente; é quase impossível encontrar um pentelho crescido na região. Talvez tope com alguns em fase de crescimento poucos dias após o aparo, mas nunca no auge. Billy não odeio os fiozinhos, mas prefere em infinitas vidas a pele sem eles.

Bolas: sempre cheias e ansiosas para gastar. O tamanho é o mesmo com ou sem tesão, e até no frio a mudança é mínima. Costumam marcar em calças justas; Billy constantemente verifica se elas não estão divididas pela costura do jeans.

Porra: trava o quadril e só sai quando está satisfeito.

Gozo quente, branco e relativamente transparente. Billy libera cargas espessas, recheando sem miséria e acalentando o interior que recém espancou. Permanece um bom tempo fincado até a virilha, latejando, enchendo, e só retorna o caminho ao ser empurrado para fora pela própria essência, sempre ansioso para vê-la vazar borbulhando de uma bordinha inchada e pulsante.

★: Eddie Munson

21 cm — ele genuinamente queria ser menos pauzudo; considera a própria pica uma vadia inconveniente.

Grossura: ligeiramente acima da média.

Duro, costuma escapar pelo cós da calça. Eddie até evita usar shorts fora de casa e, se usa, são bem grandes, para evitar que a cabecinha escape pela barra da perna. Cuecas ajudam, mas Eddie não gosta muito de usá-las. Ele se excita facilmente e raramente se vê meia-bomba, endurecendo sempre até o pico, pulsando tanto na calça que chega a doer.

A excitação é incômoda; deixa o Munson extremamente rijo, jurando poder demolir uma casa inteira usando o pau como marreta. Ele geralmente se perde durante o sexo, pulsando violentamente e metendo brutalmente, querendo gozar mais do que tudo.

Balança/Curvatura: reto e muito leve.

Apesar do tamanho, o pau de Eddie não pesa quase nada e é bastante flexível, apontado para frente não devido à gravidade, mas, sim, por ser a posição natural de seu pênis. Quando livre da cueca, bate no abdômen, ultrapassando a altura do umbigo. Não possui prepúcio.

Cor: imita o tom da pele, ou seja, claro que só. O vermelho da cabecinha escorre da ponta, colorindo parte do comprimento abaixo dela.

Veias: pouquíssimo aparentes.

Glande: pouco responsiva no geral, mas uma grande catalisadora de tudo que é bom durante o clímax.

Pelos: quando o pensamento de apará-los surge, "foda-se" é a resposta mental programada. Eddie tem preguiça de se depilar, costuma desistir antes mesmo de tocar no aparador e fica genuinamente frustrado com a velocidade com que os pelos crescem. Tem queda por ficar lisinho antes de usar o pau; só um rabo de shortinho é capaz de fazê-lo tirar o lacre da Gillette.

Bolas: de pouca presença, um tanto ofuscadas pelo mastro comprido, mas se fazem audíveis na transa ao se chocarem contra o quadril alheio.

Porra: todo clímax é o melhor que já teve.

Viscosa, com pouco sabor e muito grudenta, podendo vir branca ou transparente. Graças aos efeitos potentes acoplados ao tesão, Eddie explode, como se cada fibra do corpo acompanhasse seu orgasmo; o prazer que sente é alucinante. Ele urra, com as bolas convulsionando e o comprimento palpitando, despejando uma carga tão farta e copiosa que não seria surpresa caso uma poça de porra se formasse sobre a cama, sofá, chão, mesa ou bancada.

★: Dmitri Antonov

20 cm — Enzo é amigo da própria peça e, se conseguir brecha para falar sobre o tamanho, ele falará.

Grossura: ligeiramente acima média.

Adora foder vestido. Em um top 10 orgasmos, pelo menos cinco seriam com ele de pica marcada na cueca ou na calça, esfregando o volume entre as pernas de alguém, e nos outros cinco, apenas com o zíper aberto e o pau para fora, atolado num buraquinho apertado.

Dmitri é apaixonado por atingir o clímax sob limites. Sente que alcança o máximo possível do celeste em vida ao afogar uma buceta em esperma usando somente a cabeça do pau, ou ao ser cavalgado de forma tortuosamente lenta por uma bunda farta, quase colapsando enquanto é impedido de ditar o próprio ritmo e de meter até às bolas.

Balança/Curvatura: um pouco pesado e bastante educado, sempre apontando a direção ➜ ➜ ➜

Levemente curvado para o lado e denso o suficiente para que o impacto faça tremer, ele ama chocar e esfregar na pele. É um homem que se entretém batendo e roçando o pau no rosto do parceiro/a. Para ele, foder entre as coxas ou os peitos, e deslizar sobre uma barriguinha quente, é mais divertido do que a penetração em si.

Cor: segue a coloração da pele, mas em tons mais escuros. O mesmo vale para a ponta, com a adição do rubro irritadiço característico da excitação.

Veias: algumas linhas de cor visíveis, mas é, majoritariamente, um pau liso.

Glande: um cogumelo rechonchudo muito sensível, capaz de arrancar dele choramingos manhosos e gemidos roucos. Libera bastante pré-sêmen, e o prepúcio, sob estímulo, não cobre mais que metade da ponta.

Pelos: gosta do meio termo. Muito o desagrada, mas também detesta a sensação da pele pura, sem nada áspero para equilibrar.

Bolas: constantemente inchadas e perfeitamente cabíveis na mão, boas de apertar. Enzo ama ter seu pau mimado; é óbvio que ele não irá dispensar uma carícia nas bolas.

Porra: mais para fora do que para dentro.

Esperma abrasador, um alívio em dias frios. Branco e muito líquido, vindo em esguichos fortes e sequenciais. Goza um pouco rápido, mas o lance dele é atingir vários clímaces e se derramar em diferentes partes do corpo. Qualquer pedaço de pele, dos pés à cabeça, é válido. Leita perto das beiras para ver a porra vazar e cobrir a entrada, empurrando com tudo para dentro em seguida, alojando o esperma fundo nas entranhas. Gosta de capotar abraçado, com os corpos grudentos.

Acho que coloquei coisa demais, não sei até onde ficou interessante 😬, mas e aí, em qual dessas pikas vcs sentariam? Queria ir quicando de uma pra outra aff 😮‍💨

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[prettyboyillness]

riding kazuha's cock while he smokes weed.🤷 his hands are gently guiding your hips to move up and down on his hard cock. he blows smoke on your face, and he pulls you down to give you a wet kiss. he puts the cigarette up to your mouth, encouraging you to inhale the smoke, while he plays with your clit <3

a/n: i have never smoked before 👍

[softevnstan]

*NSFW PROMPT*

Imagine Bucky masturbating to the thought of you.

pairing. bucky barnes x gender neutral!reader

summary. returning bucky's laundry to his room after owing him a favor, you're spooked at the abruptness of someone returning. taking shelter in the closet on impulse, you find yourself getting a front-row seat to bucky taking care of his pent-up frustrations.

warnings. voyeurism, unintentional exhibitionism, panty stealing, masturbation, soft!dark!bucky (he steals your underwear but he's not a creeper past that), panty sniffing, uncircumcised p (mentioned, not relevant past that), light dirty talk. SMUT - minors DNI. reader technically is breaking and entering but bucky took their underwear so they're even. reader wears thongs but nothing is ever gendered as men's or women's, just implies the reader wears similar things.

a.n. ok so not as long as my usual things but i wanna start finishing requests in general rather than making all of them super longer - it's daunting for me. so have some slightly pervy bucky and you caught him :) no beta, we die like men.

w.c. 5.3k

The sound of skin on skin is obscene; Flooding the quiet air alongside the labored pants and muted groans from Bucky. The slick slide of his fist is hypnotizing - working over the impressive length of his aching cock and twisting his wrist on the upstroke. Bucky moans low, and the sound reverberates to your core.

You hadn’t even intended to intrude on the moment. You’d brought him his laundry after taking the liberty to do it yourself since you knew Bucky suffered from rough days (anything to make it easier for him).  It was a relatively simple task in the grand scheme of things - Laundry. When did it so complicated?

Bucky wasn’t even supposed to have been back yet! How did you get yourself into this mess??

You owed Bucky his laundry due to a favor; he’d come to your aid one night in the rain when you’d run over a bottle and flattened your tire. Bucky had helped you on the side of the road, in the rain, changing your tire. To pay it forward, you insisted you’d help Bucky out with odds and ends given his schedule suffered from hectic changes from having to be on standby for Ross. You knew the help certainly couldn’t hurt and you’d feel better about having him come out to your rescue. After moments of bickering, Bucky agreed for you to help with his laundry; It was the only thing he’d been comfortable letting you do for him. Still learning to let people in.

And you were more than happy to help out a friend. But when you’d insisted to pay back Bucky, you didn’t expect it to bite you in the ass in the sweetest yet worst way possible. 

Admittedly, you were in the wrong to an extent here. Going into Bucky’s apartment while he wasn’t there? Big no-no, but leaving the basket outside the door wasn’t an option. Someone could steal it! Then what kind of friend would that make you?

Bucky lived above you in your shared building. You’d met at the laundromat around the corner one late evening and eventually weened yourself into his friend circle through tokens of affection - such as making plates for Bucky on nights when you had extra, or talking to him when you’d catch him on the fire escape overhead while watering your plants. Through persistence and patience, you were proud to say that you were one of Bucky’s friends. It especially elated you when Bucky would confirm such statements.

With becoming Bucky’s friend, you also eventually became aware of the rock that sat on the metal grates on the fire escape above yours. The first time you’d spotted it, it’d confused you - how did a rock get in a place like that? Your apartment was on the second floor, Bucky’s on the third! Was someone throwing rocks at Bucky’s windows? You never heard anything shattering or breaking, and as far you were aware, the window seemed well intact when you’d stretched out to sneak a glance at the casement. Nor had you recalled any mumbled gripes about the potential disturbance - therefore ruling out that as an option. You’d pondered it for a long while.

Eventually, you found the opportunity to inquire about the rock to Bucky one day a few weeks ago - ‘Spare key.’ was all he had told you.

It made sense; Bucky was an enhanced super soldier - scaling the side of the building to get his spare key (or just going out through your window - you’d let him if he asked) was a minimal feat at best. He wanted multiple fail-safes. 

That fail-safe had come to your aid earlier that day. After shakily climbing the flimsy metal ladder to the floor above you, you’d been relieved to come into contact with the flat landing of Bucky’s fire escape. You found safety in the more-so-stable steel grate that held your weight; The cool breeze of the afternoon served as a reminder that you were three stories above the ground and falling would be extremely inconvenient. 

Clambering with the rock was… Interesting. On the surface, it really did look like a simple rock. In your hands was only when you could tell it wasn’t; It was light in your palms and there was a line dividing the ‘rock’ into halves to anyone who was paying attention long enough to find it. Weighing in your palms, you took a moment to examine the rock and appreciate the ingenuity of the hiding place.

After attempting to pry it open with your fingers - trying to find the best means of opening it - the phony rock popped open into two pieces. Briefly, it sent a strike of fear wracking your body. The key clattered against the fire escape, stealing your breath with a shrill gasp. You quickly attempted to scoop the key up before it slipped between the slots in the steel and was lost on the ground. The last thing you needed to do was lose Bucky’s spare. Sure, you could go looking for it on the ground, but it’s about principle and responsibility.

With the brass clutched safely in your fingers, you breathed a sigh of relief before slumping against the brick wall of Bucky’s apartment behind you. Everything after that would be a piece of cake. The only thing left to do was head up to Bucky’s apartment and drop his laundry off. You’d give the key back in person when you caught up with him rather than taking your chances on the rickety metal that made your heart drop to your stomach with every creak.

After safely returning to the comfort of your apartment, you pocketed the key in your jeans for safekeeping. Then after gathering the blue, plastic laundry basket full of all of Bucky’s folded clothes, you left your apartment and climbed the stairs to the third floor. Eyes traveling the corridor, you’d scoured the orientational numbers on each beige door before halting at the door with golden numbers counting out ‘306.’ 

Rather than knock, you balanced the long basket on your hip and used your free hand to fish for the key and unlock Bucky’s apartment - telling yourself it’d be a simple in and out; Unbeknownst to you it was about to be anything but.

Bucky’s apartment was far drab compared to yours. Filled with the bare essentials, his walls didn’t hold photos or paintings of the things he loved. The coffee table he had was overwhelmed with stacks of books; A bookcase still in its box and unassembled sat perched against the living room wall. You didn’t help yourself to his home past entering, but it didn’t stop your eyes from searching curiously. His kitchen was so empty; The fridge only held a grocery list and the drainboard was full of clean dishes Bucky must’ve done recently after a build-up. Everything looked so untouched; So empty - it was disheartening to you. If Bucky were to take the time to actually personalize his space, maybe his bad days would take a little less of a toll on him without bare walls threatening to close in on him. 

That was for another day. In the meantime, you made quick work of carrying the basket to Bucky’s bedroom. Simply telling yourself you’d set the basket down and leave it before returning to your own apartment and getting a start on dinner. But when you pushed the door open to Bucky’s room, you were surprised by how lived in it seemed compared to the rest of the apartment.

There was an empty glass on Bucky’s nightstand, as well as two half-full water bottles and a digital alarm clock. Alongside the bottles sat a small, red pocket notebook with a pen next to it. The bed was half unmade; The queen size bed only being ruined on the right side, next to the nightstand. So much of his room appeared second-hand; The area was a mess of items and clutter but nothing too gaudy or expensive. You half wonder if this is a contributing factor/result of the man’s depression; Especially considering none of it looked dirty - simply unkempt. Mustering the energy must’ve been far few and in between when his priorities tend to lie with work. By the time Bucky returned to his apartment after a day’s work, perhaps he didn’t have the energy by then to keep the room maintained.

Maybe you could help him with that one day.

A desk nearby was lined with journals; Stood against the wall with their empty spines outward towards you. There had to be roughly ten to thirteen - you hadn’t counted out each one, simply guessed. A small lamp was left on at the desk; Casting the desk in a yellow light. Sticky notes and pens are scattered across the flat, wooden surface. There was a roll of tape, a bottle of paste, scissors, and the clippings of what looked like a newspaper detailing the refurnishing of the Captain America exhibit left out. A brown leather journal sat left out and untouched amongst the supplies, and you assumed it was Bucky’s most recent diary.

Setting the laundry basket on top of Bucky’s dresser, you took a closer look at Bucky’s desk. Temptation left your fingers to twitch curiously at what could be hiding in the drawers but knowing better than to help yourself. As many secrets this room no doubt had that could bring you closer to Bucky, you knew being any more invasive than you already were would deter him. Push him away. You wouldn’t want someone rifling through your things, either.

Bucky always held you at an arm’s distance. One day you hoped he no longer did; That you’d be welcomed into these spaces freely rather than technically intruding in on them. You could only hope Bucky wouldn’t be too upset; You had good intentions, you swear.

Though, as the saying goes, ‘curiosity killed the cat’. After abandoning the basket, you tentatively moved to Bucky’s desk. Crouching to peer into the round trash can that was full of crumbled and torn papers, and excess clippings that Bucky hadn’t needed for his journal. It was trash, yes, but you were curious. You’d only managed to search for a few seconds in shifting through the papers when you were suddenly jarred by the sound of the lock in the foyer sliding open. You heard the door opening next. The apartment was silent save for your breathing, which made it easy to hear, but it also made it easier for you to be heard. 

The abruptness of someone’s return shocked you; Jumping right up to your feet and eyes flickering for somewhere to hide - you were somewhere you shouldn’t be, after all. In retrospect, it was the wrong option. The only reasonable person it would be was Bucky, but you didn’t know that at that moment. And in a world where aliens and robots co-exist and the world has been on the brink of end countless times, you come to expect the worst of situations. Better not to take chances. So hiding out in the closet was instinct; Even if it was the wrong choice. And if you’d taken a moment to remember entirely where you were, you’d have been able to put together that it was Bucky returning but the thought was far from your mind in those short few seconds it took you to get to your feet. Without thought, you quickly advanced towards the closet that was a quarter of the way open; Hanging clothes peeking back at you. 

Sliding the door open, you hid inside the closet without a second thought - silently trying to slide the door back as you had found it and leave the room as untouched as you could manage. It was only then, standing on Bucky’s extra pair of shoes and attempting to not stumble over yourself, you thought to yourself: Genius idea - now what?

You didn’t have to ponder the next course of action for too long.

The heavy footfalls of Bucky’s boots on the wooden floor resounded through the empty apartment, drawing nearer and nearer. Your heart jumped into your throat, holding your breath as your mind scrambled for the next reasonable phase of action - springing out on Bucky would no doubt startle him, and lying in wait was hardly an option. Perhaps he’d leave again and a window of escape would open, even if it meant clambering down the fire escape and praying Bucky’s enhanced hearing didn’t catch your commotion. 

That meant getting to the window itself, though, which was going to be a monumental feat. Especially when you hear the click of Bucky’s heels entering the same room as you. Bucky comes to a halt somewhere around the entrance to the room; You hear no movement, no sound. Your heart pounds in your chest; Fearful he may somehow know you’re there. The last thing you wanted to do was shatter your trust in this man. It was a long moment before Bucky’s feet pick up again and he enters the bedroom. Great. Getting out undetected just became leagues more complicated.

A hollow sigh emitted from the man behind the door, and in the seconds following you could hear the springs of his bed whine under his weight. The shuffling of sheets, and still, you’d hardly breathed in that time. Body kept as stiff as possible in the cramped, dark space. 

It’s the sound of a zipper that surprises you.  Not daring to peek, you allow your mind to attempt to fill in the blanks. The long ‘ziiiiip’ leaves you to believe it’s Bucky shedding the layer of the coat he lives in - he runs cold easier. He explained it to you one time; His serum and all of its laced dysfunctions.

Bucky mumbles something to himself about the thermostat and what temperature it's on, and part of you realizes you missed his voice. Sure, Bucky was only going about his daily work while you both were apart, but hearing him and knowing you were in the same room with Bucky did bring about an odd sense of natural comfort. Just beyond this door, he was at arm’s length. What would it be like to welcome Bucky home after a long day of work?

Your thoughts are jarred when you hear the slide of a drawer. Tentatively, you lean towards the barely-there gap between the door in the wall to peek through. Bucky is sitting on the bed, one leg draped off the side and the other up with him. He’s tight up against the headboard, sat up as the soldier shuffles through his nightstand drawer. Bucky’s brown leather coat is abandoned on the edge of the bed, leaving him in his dark navy jeans and a black t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination in regard to miles and miles of muscle. It’s only then you notice the fact that Bucky’s fly is unzipped as well; The flaps of his jeans are pulled open to show his gray boxer briefs that hug his hips all too well.

The moment feels utterly invasive. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be seeing any of this - this is Bucky’s private time, but there you are, with a front-row seat, helpless but to watch.

What Bucky produces from the drawer is a clear bottle of water-based lube and… Underwear. It only takes a few seconds for horror to creep up your spine and realization dawns. It’s your thong.  Specifically, a black pair that you’d thrown into your laundry the other day; You feel shame creep up your face and color your cheeks - a sense of violation but that would make the both of you even, wouldn’t it? You’re intruding on him after all. 

You follow Bucky’s hand holding the bottle of lube as he slots it between his legs and propped up on his inner thigh; Your glance moving further to acknowledge the semi-bulge in his underwear. The angle is perfect, his headboard facing the closet doors and providing you with the best view of his spread thick thighs. 

It makes your heart pound in your chest; Your guts swoop with something akin to excitement and guilt ebbs in your mind for the fact that this is bordering on arousing. For a moment you humor the thought of how thick Bucky must be fully erect; How the weight of his cock might feel on your tongue. It’s not the first time you’ve indulged yourself privately in such explicit thoughts of your friend, and part of you had always felt silently contrite for the sexualization, but now you had a direct show. It was like finally having food for thoughts; A burning in your chest. It can’t be real, can it?

Coming to your senses, you tear away from the display face a hot face and a dizzying mind. You take a deep breath, scrubbing hands down your face attempting to cool the flush. You can’t watch something like this - how did Bucky even get your thong? Did he go snooping in your apartment? Did he take anything else?? Confliction tugs in your chest, almost frustrated with yourself for finding a sense of arousal in the thought. 

Bucky going through your things when you’re not there, taking something so intimate like a trophy… It should disturb you - someone breaking into your apartment. But thinking about it longer makes your gut feel tight and arousal swell between your legs. Were there chances he’d watched you in other intimate moments? Moments where you cried his name, muffled by your pillows and impaled on your favorite toy? It was more than just a thong, it was all the implications that came with the gesture. Was this the first time? Were there others? Questions ran a hundred miles a minute through your mind. Grounded in reality for half a moment and reminding yourself this isn’t a fantasy. It’s real, it’s wrong, it’s— A low, husky groan stops your train of thought. Going stock still, you take a moment to actually listen to what’s happening. Paralyzed in the dark, you realize you could now hear the slick slide of what you assumed was Bucky’s hand on his cock. The short pants from Bucky hung in the air; “Aw, that’s it…” Bucky husks, arousal thick in his quiet tone. “Needed this so fuckin’ bad…”

Another burst of arousal rings from your core and makes your skin tingle. The sounds are so obscene…

Against your better judgment, you redirect your attention to the gap in the door. 

You’re greeted with the delicious sight of Bucky’s pants shimmied down his thick thighs, bunched up before his knees. His cock stands half erect, his flesh fingers wrapped around the length with fingers slick with lube. You can see his heavy sac, the curve of his cock, and the way the head of his cock is slick with pre-come when his foreskin is drawn down on the stroke. He has a pretty dick, all things considered; Bucky keeps himself well-groomed in regards to his pubic hair from what you can tell, and his cock looks thick - even he barely manages to wrap his fingers entirely around the base of his cock and pump.

The motion is hypnotizing, and as much as you’d love to continue to swallow the sight whole, you can’t help but be distracted by his vibranium arm. The one that’s holding your thong between sleek black and gold fingers, held to Bucky’s face as he breathes you in. Eyes closed in bliss.

Nose buried into the fabric while he fists the length of his cock, the pornographic act surprises you. The way Bucky is so enthralled and aroused at that moment, knowing that it’s because of you, and having the dirty little secret of watching Bucky jerk off. To watch him in one of his most intimate positions. 

You’re already stuck here. What more is there to lose? You can only sell your soul once. Your hands slink down between your legs, fingers slipping past the hem of your pants and into your underwear; Fingers getting to work at coaxing your arousal.

“F-Fuuuck,” Bucky huffed out, fingers tight around the base of his cock as he jerked himself off; Fucking up into his own fist with minute thrusts, his slit weeping copious amounts of pre-come. His face still buried in the fabric of your thong, the long draws of inhales through his nose making you squirm.

You could only imagine what was going through Bucky’s mind when it came to you. What he could possibly be thinking of to egg on his own arousal so deeply? He pumped to the thought of you, and you watched his angry red cock drool at the attention. You wanted to stay with Bucky through this. Feel good with him; Pretend you were part of the equation.

With your heart pounding in your chest and your head feeling airy, your circle your fingers around your needy hole before working them in. Working experimentally to loosen your aching hole and allow the penetration; Sinking to the first knuckle as you fucked your fingers in and out of your entrance. Nowhere near the same brutal pace Bucky maintains, working yourself gradually to take the intrusion. The slide is made easier when your wetness slicks the inside of your underwear and ruins another pair.

Your needy hole swallows your fingers easily; made simple by the arousing nature of the situation. The guttural sounds from Bucky’s throat as he inhaled your scent, sending shivers down your spine with the raw display. 

“Oh God, Y/N,” Bucky groans low in his throat, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue taking you off guard. "Mm, yeah, I love your hands…" his voice is breathy, the way it hits your ears makes it feel as though Bucky is right behind you and whispering it in your ear for half a moment - you clamp a hand over your lips to avoid squeaking out a noise you shouldn't as your fingers make progressively faster work fingering yourself open. 

Bucky is pretending it's you there.

You feel like butter, bracing against the wall of the closet as you became a victim to your own lust. Fucking yourself open in the rhythm of Bucky's tugs on his hard cock. 

"Ri-Right there," Bucky speaks to himself through labored pants. "God, mm, such a good baby… Yeah, y-you're my sweet little doll-baby..." The praise coaxes you on; A barely audible muffled whine vibrates along your palm. You freeze entirely and go stock-still upon the realization you’d made some sort of noise, but Bucky’s rhythm doesn’t falter. He hadn’t even heard you. 

Relief washes over you, tight shoulders going slack before you allow yourself to melt into the euphoria of the moment again.

Bucky creates such beautiful noises on his own, but part of you imagines he’d be too self-conscious to be nearly as vocal with a partner. When you peek out at him, his jaw fluctuates between slack and baring his teeth with a clenched jaw. His swollen lips curling into a perfect ‘o’ shape as he strokes his delicious cock before worrying the flesh between his teeth again. The sight burns into your memory; Forever immortalizing itself. You’ll never need to look at another man again, truly.

Still he holds your thong to his nose, breathing in the scent deeply until he changes things up. Bucky sits up just a little more, and you bite back a keen that the show has come to a pause. Bucky shifts his weight on the bed in what you assume is an attempt to get more comfortable. He rucks up the black t-shirt to reveal the pleasant happy trail that cascades over his navel and belly button - the star of the show and stealing the spotlight is his abdomen; The man looks chiseled from marble, even with the scars that are speckled throughout his physique. Bucky’s perfect.

Bucky, still holding your thong, alternates his hands. Wrapping the fabric around the length of his cock and resorted to quick flicks; Using something that touched your most intimate places to aid in his solo session. You watch Bucky’s cock jerk with interest, and he husks out a delighted chuckle that bleeds into a blissed moan. 

His eyes never shut. Steely blue gaze always peering open and aware, it just adds to the adrenaline of hiding for you. It excites you. Wondering what would happen if he peered towards the closet and caught your gaze; In an ideal world, he keeps jerking off to the thought of you - sharing the filthy moment together and shamelessly. 

“That’s it, sugar,” his voice rumbles, and if you close your eyes, you can pretend it's you and him, not your defiled thong. You screw your eyes shut and strain to listen, fingers still working meticulously between your slick wet inner thighs. “Y’take it so fuckin’ well, made for my cock…”

You imagine what it’d be like to feel him slide home in you. The way your walls would flutter around the stretch and how Bucky would stretch you open. You’d feel so full, you imagine. Taking inch after inch until he was buried in the hilt. Would he be a rough lover? Would he jackhammer your poor hole until it was simply stretched and dripping with his come? Would he hold you missionary so he could see your face when you came around his cock?

You squeeze your thighs together and exhale shakily into your palm - attempting to control yourself even as you still finger-fuck to the beat of Bucky’s strokes. Your legs tremble with want. After a moment, your eyes squint open to see what Bucky is doing now…

Bucky’s intent focus is fixed on soiling the material he holds. Smearing his pre-come into the fabric and staining it with traces of him. He ruts into the fabric before fucking into it all together. Fisting it around his aching girth and wrapping his dick with the cotton and treating it as if it were his own hole to fuck. Though you imagine it not nearly as gratifying.

His head falls back; The column of his throat is exposed and you imagine littering it with kisses and hickeys that wouldn’t last. He’s utterly lost in that moment, hips fucking subtly off the bed into your underwear that’s wrapped around his cock. You try to meet the pace with your fingers, thrusting into your slick channel and the arousal creeping into every last crevice. Your skin feels hot, mind fuzzy with desire. Your hand isn’t enough, you wish you had more, but it’ll have to do. Fingers thrusting in, you eventually manage a third alongside your two. Bucky’s fingers would be bigger, thicker. They could hit every best part of you, or perhaps they could fill your wanting mouth while his cock takes up every last inch and then some inside of you. 

“O-Ohh, oh fuck, doll, m’gonna come,” Bucky moans, and your heart jumps into your throat. “Yeah, m’gonna fill up your greedy little hole, gonna fill you up with my fuckin’ come ‘til you’re drippin’ with it…” 

You wish you could consider it a promise, the words egging you closer and closer to your own teetering edge. His voice is so rough, the words so sultry and filthy - you’d never heard Bucky speak in such an obscene way and it reached to your core.

His hand impossibly quickens as lube-covered fingers come to roll his balls between them. Watching Bucky play with his sac left you on the cusp of drooling; You could only imagine the lewd sound his balls would make clapping against your flesh in the haze of his animalistic fucking. He’d sink balls deep into you, making you take every last drop…

“Please, please, please,” you whisper a litany in barely a breath to yourself. Begging for a man that doesn’t even know you’re there; Reduced to such a needy and wanting thing as you draw on the cusp of your own orgasm. It’s only when you angle your fingers just right and curl against that sweet spot, you see stars. It drives you right over the brink of your orgasm, hand clutching over your mouth so hard it hurts.

It’s perfect timing. As you unravel in Bucky’s closet, knees nearly buckling under you, Bucky reaches his own climax. You can tell in the way the crease forms between his brows and his eyes finally screw shut; Groaning like an animal in rut out into the air as his hips stutter and falter. You watch the fabric dampen, and the slick seed trickle down to the seam of his balls and stain the sheets under himself.

“Fuck!” Bucky moans, and you tremble.

It’s an absolutely gorgeous sight. Watching the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, the sweat glistening on his flushed skin, and the mess of come that Bucky unloads into your thong. You’ll never look at the pair of underwear the same if you ever even see them again.

You pant, feeling like jelly and rather defeated by being stuck in the closet. You long for nothing more than to pull that door open and crawl into bed with Bucky, or at the very least, find sanctuary in your own apartment. 

You nearly laugh when you remember the turn of events that even brought you to this moment.

Carefully, you coax your fingers from your used hole. Biting your lip to bite back the whine that nearly leaves you when you clench around nothing; Empty. The floor of the closet is littered with shoes, and without much thought, you brace your hand on the door in an attempt to steady yourself and find better footing before you go crashing to the floor. The door gives. The way you’re holding on with your palm flush to the cool surface, the door braces against the metal horizontal rig and leaves the door to shake. The applied pressure makes the door give, and slide open; before you could find leverage on anything to save you from the fall, you stumble harshly in Bucky’s closet - meeting the carpeted floor below. Your heart is suddenly pounding in your ears, pierced with a new sort of fear and a way less sexy one.

When you prop your arms under yourself to lift up, Bucky is already standing at the closet door. Your eyes nervously raise up the length of his legs, over his half-soft cock that’s eyes level with you, to the used thong in his hands. Further up, you find that piercing gaze looking down on you. Cast in Bucky’s shadow, you suddenly feel so small as he looms over you. A grin fixed on his lips and pupils blown; it looks like he wants to eat you alive.

“Well, well, well, what're we doin' in here…?” Bucky purrs, the opposite of the anger you expect. “B-Bucky!” You gasp, the ecstasy of your high gone and instead holding a prickling knot in your stomach. “I– I wasn’t— This—” “Oh, sugar, what’re you makin’ excuses for…?” Bucky asks, voice low and almost threatening. “You think I wouldn’t notice the basket when I came in with an unlocked door? How stupid you think I am, pretty thing…?” Bucky’s sultry and rough voice sends another jolt between your legs and straight to your core. Your face burns with shame and humiliation with the implications.

Bucky knew you were there the whole time.

“Aww, nothin’ to say for yourself, baby…?” The tone is almost condescending albeit with an underlying heat. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer uselessly, voice quaking with a mix between arousal and fear.

Bucky holds up your defiled thong before tossing it into your lap.  You jump, lifting up the thong with your fingers and only then see the load stained on the inside of the underwear. You swallow around the tightness in your throat, tentatively looking back up at the hulking man.

“No, you’re not. But you will be.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

beautiful brat ; 18+

kinktober day five

pairing ; mey rin x trans female!reader insert

fandom ; black butler

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; dominant!mey rin, submissive!reader, bratty!reader, brat tamer!mey rin, lingerie kink, face sitting, hand job

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

Having a mouth full of pussy and your girlfriend’s hand wrapped around your dick wasn’t exactly the ‘punishment’ your beloved little redhead seemed to think it was — but you certainly weren’t about to correct her. Not when you’d finally gotten what you wanted from her.

You’d been teasing her pretty much all day, taking each and every chance you got between tasks and chores to push her buttons and brat out in ways only she would notice just to get her attention before you were both sent on your separate ways once again.

It had started off slowly: brushing your hand across her lower back as you passed by her in the long hallways of the estate, letting your shared kisses linger just a beat longer than you usually would, talking to her in that tone of voice you know she loves while acting wholly oblivious to the bewildered and flustered looks she was giving you. All things that affected her but that were still ‘innocent’ enough for you to have some air of plausible deniability if she questioned you.

But as the day wore on and your patience started to wear thin, all sense of subtlety started to fade away and you became much more brazen and even outright bratty in your attempts to drive your darling girlfriend to distraction: you’d changed into that frilly lingerie set you know she loves on you and lifted your skirts to flash her whenever you two were alone for a few moments, but she’d only scolded you for your brazenness and told you to behave (stammering and blushing a bright cherry red, visibly affected by your little show, but still frustratingly dedicated to the task at hand which only made you all the more determined to break her); you’d snuck behind her while she was washing up and wrapped your arms tightly around her waist, whispering against the shell of her ear about how much you need her while pressing your bulge as close to her ass as the layers of your uniforms would allow — and though you could feel her breath catch in her throat and see the tips of her ears reddening, Mey Rin continued to pointedly ignore you until you got bored and left her alone; you’d even resorted to playfully flirting with Bard toward the end of your shift, making a point of increasing your dramatics and touchiness with him whenever you noticed her looking your way — and, thank the heavens, that little show seemed to be what it took to get her attention back on you.

And now you were exactly where you wanted to be: wrists tied tightly above your head, stripped down to that same frilly number you’d been showing off all day, and left completely at her mercy as she uses you to her heart’s content. What bliss.

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There was something truly heavenly about being caged in between Mey Rin’s strong legs, her plush thighs flexing on either side of your head while she hovered her soaking wet cunt a few centimetres above your mouth. Close enough for you to barely be able to trace the tip of your tongue along her lips and taste her arousal. Close enough for the scent of it to wash over you and make your cock ache. And yet just barely too far for you to actually eat her out like she knew you wanted to.

Hell, ego be damned, if she’d have asked you to beg for it then you would have done so in a heartbeat.

But thankfully she wasn’t quite so cruel (or perhaps she was simply just as impatient as you were), merely lowering herself onto your face after a few minutes of teasing and offering you quiet half-stammered praise when you jumped at the chance to devour her like the desperate woman you were.

After being together for so long, you practically knew her body better than you knew your own — having long since committed everything that would get a reaction out of her to memory — and nowhere was that more apparent than when your face was buried between her thighs. You knew when to switch between licking stripes along her slit with the flat of your tongue, circling her swollen clit with the very tip of it, and fucking it as far as you can go into her dripping entrance. You knew what cursive letters to trace against her sensitive nub to have her seeing stars and grinding against your mouth, and you knew it was working when she stuttered and gasped over a ‘good girl’ and her loose grip on your neglected dick tightened for a fraction of a second. You knew how much she loved it when you got a bit feral and messy with your efforts, so you made a point to be as vocal and debauched as possible as you ravished her wet pussy — moaning and groaning and grunting against the glistening flesh of her cunt and delighting in how you were immediately rewarded by the feeling of her inner walls fluttering around your tongue. You knew exactly what to do to get her off, to steal the thoughts from her head and the breath from her lungs, and you were putting that knowledge to good use now as you tried to wordlessly convince your lover to give up on her attempt at punishing you and just let you cum already.

Though it seemed Mey wouldn’t be so easily swayed — still somehow managing to hold strong despite the clear impacts your efforts were having on her: the unmistakable wavering and pitching of her voice as she praises you, the flushing of her skin from the tips of her ears down to the base of her neck, the sheen of sweat causing her hair to stick to her face, the heaving of her chest, and on and on it went. Yet still she held on and refused to give into your unspoken demand.

When she’d told you that you had to earn your pleasure earlier that night you hadn’t taken her seriously, merely rolling your eyes and continuing to push her buttons even as she stripped you down and tied you to the bed. And why would you? She hardly looked like the brat tamer she was trying to be — red faced with her trembling lips pulled down into a firm pout and her round glasses steamed up from her work — and in the past she’d never been particularly difficult to break and bend to get your way in bed. You had been so sure that all it would take was the fluttering of your lashes and some apologetic begging before you were rewarded with her taste on your tongue and her mouth on your cock.

But now you couldn’t help but think that perhaps you’d underestimated her and that tonight wasn’t going to be as easy as you first thought. Perhaps you’d be here until sunrise tomorrow before she decides you’ve earned your reward, or perhaps she might even deny you it entirely for the stunts you pulled earlier today.

Maybe you should act out more often…

[elliesspacewalker]

how each ellie would react to getting head

warnings: trans!ellie, praise, degradation, oral and handjobs🤭

Jackson!ellie the second your pout landed on her tip it would be over for her, her fingers intangling into your hair as her eyes are glued onto how you kiss the tip of her pink flesh over and over, heavy open mouth breaths leaving her as her tummy spasmed all to soon at the feel of you suckling on to her softly, a strained “gonnacum” leaves her just as her hips buck softly.

Seattle!ellie seattle ellie would be too hyper focused on Abby to remember to take care of herself so you’d have to be extra gentle with her, not just physically but mentally. she’d completely melt as you praised how good she is for you as you guided her hand into your hair. her body going limp as she felt the warmth of your mouth caress her length, your hand holding hers and your eyes never leaving them pretty green orbs, “thank you” sweetly leaving her lips as she watches you tuck her back into her grey boxers and pressing a kiss to her pretty buldge.

Farm!ellie would have grown out of the subby auburn haired girl she used to be, not too shy to shamelessly stroll out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her waist and a offer on her lips “head?” she’d shrug and you’d happily kiss down her still dripping torso, cupping her breast with one hand and tearing the towel off her body with the other. she’d have no problem grunting out your name as she sweetly held each side of your face as she selfishly used your throat, her hips snapping forward as she ignores your gags and teary eyes, knowing you’d tap her thigh if you truely wanted her to stop. a strained “fucking slut” would leave her throat right before she pushed your head down her fully, stilling inside you and throbbing inside your mouth as she coated your tongue in her essence.

Santa Barbara!ellie would low-key like to be dommed, her subbiness doing a full 180, she just wanted to know that she belonged to someone and who better than you? “so fucking desperate, mama” you’d coo, your hand gliding up and down her solid dick, you knew what she wanted but she’d never get it without asking, you hum contently “this is fun” as you watched from your spot on your knees as her head dips, her lips part and her eyebrows furrow in agitation, you were giving her so much but she needed more to cum, her eyes watching your mouth, trying to signal what she needed, you knew what she needed, you always did, your thumb coming up and rubbing her tip in soft little circles “beg” and of course she had no problem with your order, butterflies in her belly at the thought of your lips wrapping around her “please, please mommy, please” your thumb speeds up an you move your head closer, teasing her and you can hear her voice crack in excitement “i- need your mouth mama” she whines “mhm, such a good fucking girl for me” and the moan that leaves her is fucking pornographic as you messily spit on her throbbing tip, twisting your wrist and sliding up and down her as you harshly sucked the taste of yourself from your girlfriends dick “y-yeah, im your good girl” your other hand smacks her asscheek and pushes her pelvis closer to your mouth “please, please can I cum mommy?” and how could you refuse when she whimpered your name under her breath, you nod, her dick still in your mouth, your eyes on hers and your tongue dancing on her tip, luring out the sweet taste that spilled from her gasping and used form “fuuuck.”

[queenie-the-court-jester]

more eva saccharine pleasee

💄 Eva's dyed blonde hair has been the envy of many. It contrasted very well with her dark skin and green eyes. People often staring at you both as you walked down the halls, you were flustered most of the time. Mainly because Eva always made you wear a top that showed off your collarbone and back after a long night of cumming into your insides. Showing off the hickies she left just hours earlier

👠she wants atleast 3 kids, coming from a small but loving family. She thinks you'd look absolutely beautiful carrying her offspring. Often times getting a boner straining against her skirt just thinking about it.

👜 before meeting you she was quite a bit of a player. Breaking hearts here and there, even cumming inside a few to relieve stress. But afterwards? She stuck to you like glue. Suddenly she was tucking that monster dick in-between her legs and only whipping it out if you asked her to

💄 once, some smartass thought it would be a good idea to hit on you. Right Infront of her. It didn't end well for him. Later that night, after Eva fucked your brains out as usual, she took a video of her fully hard cock still inside you. Thrusting slowly and zooming in on where your body's kept meeting. The video picked up on all your little moans and whines. Guess who she sent the video to afterwards

👠Eva fucks you like an animal. She's happy to out a baby in your belly anytime, anywhere. Just make you bring the condoms unless you want to actually get knocked up. The mating press and full Nelson are her favorite positions

👜 if you ever suggest a threesome with Sam, she'll reluctantly consider. As long as it makes you happy, she guesses she can share you with her ex? Let's just say by the time it's finally done, you're covered in Eva's cum and Sam's slick. Sam being the horndog he is, would probably lick it off you

💄Eva has a thing for stretch marks, belly rolls, body hair, etc. She loves to bite anywhere she can reach, and besides it's all natural! There's nothing wrong with that. She's down to do try anything as long as she gets cum inside you by the end of it

[hollowtakami]

LOVE DRUNK

Keigo Takami x AFAB!reader

CONTENT; nsfw, minors dni! slight corruption, soft dom/needy keigo, reader referred to as partner/implied to be a virgin, anatomy referred to as clit, pussy, cunt, etc.

WORD COUNT; 203

AUTHOR’S NOTE; my first time writing smut! it’s pretty short but i need to get this idea out of my head lol! take care of yourselves<3

Imagine; Keigo gently corrupting his innocent partner, hands tracing their skin like he’s searching a map, guiding them through a whole new world. He marks and bites every landmark, every sweet spot; there’ll be an archipelago of love on their skin in no time.

Soft hands slipping off underwear, benign whispers of reassurance as he parts their thighs and, fuck, almost melts when they whine for more; such desperate noises. Keigo almost short-circuits when his fingers explore their pussy, tight and soft, so perfect.

Soon enough, he can’t help but have his face deep between their legs. He’s drunk on their cunt, hands squeezing their thighs as he laps up and down with his tongue, sucking and kissing their puffy clit as his partner’s hands find their way into his hair.

He groans at the feeling of having his hair pulled, plumage ruffling, raspy moans vibrating against their cunt. He’s sloppy, driven by their whorish whimpering as their breathing hitches, gets faster. One final cry as the coil in his partner’s stomach snaps and he’s eating all he can of their first orgasm, lips and stubble slick with white.

“Did so good, baby,” he’d say, breathless, as his tongue cleans up his mess.

[crystalwrizz]

I didn’t know you were this pathetic, dove. (Katniss Everdeen drabble)

Warnings: Very light degradation, slight bondage

Content: Thigh grinding, use of a (low setting) vibrator, teasing, orgasm denial, g/n reader, use of the word “hole” but it’s not specified which one she’s talking about. This takes place in the capitol while they’re on tour(we’re going to pretend you won too)

Prompt: Katniss ties your hands together to see how desperate you really are.

Titles/nicknames used: dove(reader), ma’am(Katniss)

Word count: 411

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You whimper as you shift your wrists in the uncomfortable binding. You push up harder against the vibrator, your senses becoming clouded and your face becoming warmer.

Katniss couldn’t help but chuckle, gently grabbing you by the chin. “Look at those doe eyes,” she started, cupping your cheek and rubbing her thumb along it, “you’re so needy, dove.”

You nod. The way she was right now was unfair. Fully clothed, not even a bit flustered, and getting the privilege of sitting on a bed. You, on the other hand, were naked, hot and embarrassed, and writhing on the floor with your hands tied behind your back.

“Please, Kat,” you mumbled mindlessly, “please, I want to cum… it’s too much..!” You inched closer to her, rubbing your cheek on her clothed leg. She pushed you back, clutching your shoulder.

“Do I need to remind you how to be patient?” she said with an ominous tone. You shook your head. She lifted her leg, and looked at you expectedly. “I want to see every part of you. May I?”

You nodded, “Yes ma’am.” With that, she gently moved your head from side to side with her boot, looking at the countless hickeys and bite marks she left on your neck. She chuckled softly, putting her foot back on the floor.

She looked deeper into your eyes, starting to speak, “if you’re so desperate, get up here on my leg. I’ll take the vibrator off of you.” She did as she said, and laid it down on the bed. She pulled down her black pants a little bit, and looked down at you. “Come on, dove. Push yourself, get up on it.”

You nod, and struggle to your feet. Instead of waiting for you to get closer, she pulled you right down onto her thigh. Despite her telling you to be patient earlier, she wasn’t very patient in this situation either.

You gulped, and reverted your eyes to her hands that held onto your waist. She helped you grind against her, and you whined quietly and shut your eyes. “Kat, can I cum? Please, I’ll do anything…” you said.

She laughed. “Anything?” she began, “I didn’t know you were this pathetic, dove.” Her middle finger met your hole. You shook in her touch, waiting for her to thrust it in. Instead, she teased the opening for a bit and then pulled away.

“Too bad, you aren’t allowed to until we’re back in district twelve.”

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t good, this is my first time writing smut/a drabble