#tw : overstimulation

[pluto-on-mars]

Brainrot

I literally just wanted to write abt Tsukishima fucking you dumb and being mean abt it <3

if you wanna commission me HMU!!!

Tsukishima kei x reader (18+ MDNI)

Includes: dumbification, unprotected sex, overstimulation, degradation, thigh riding/fucking(?), fingering, edging, oral (f receiving), plot what plot/pwp

Wordcount: 1,326 (unfinished)

Tsukishima was always one to tease, and you would normally put up with it. Normally you could handle his teasing touches to an extent. But currently, you felt like you were burning, mind hazy as Tsukishima's lips captured yours in a searing kiss.

His actions were intoxicating, swirling your tongue with his, and occasionally sucking on it. You felt like you were melting, Tsukishima's intense actions causing the spark of arousal to ignite.

You moaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as you tried your best to keep up with his actions. Your arms draped around his neck as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to him.

He shifted, causing his thigh to go right between your legs. You rocked your hips, trying to get anything to touch you right where you needed it. Suddenly, he pulled away, chuckling in amusement as you leaned forward trying to kiss him again. Hands came up to grip your hips which halted your movements.

You panted," Kei, please." His face was still close to yours, allowing you to feel the words as he spoke," Please? Please what?" There was a slight mocking tone to his words that went straight to your core.

You tried to buck your hips against his thigh but it was no use, his hands kept you firmly in place but for some reason that just aroused you even more.

Your face flushed, embarrassment crawling into your mind. You whispered," Please touch me."

You watched as a condescending smirk splayed across his features He moved his face closer, lips lightly brushing against each other, but not exactly capturing yours into a kiss.

He pulled your hips down, making your clothed cunt press against his thigh. Your breath hitched as he started to slowly rock your hips," What was that? I'm gonna need you to speak. louder." He punctuated his words by bouncing his thigh.

You felt like you were going to burst, brain processing his words much slower than usual. You begged," Please use your fingers to fuck my cunt, Kei please."

Tsukishima inhaled sharply, his hand going between your thighs, the other rubbing circles into your hips. " Well since you asked so nicely." he cooed out.

His slim fingers traced around your clothed clit, giving feather light touches that was something but at the same time nothing. Your breath hitched, about to beg him to stop his teasing.

But he pushed your underwear aside, cold fingers gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand as you gripped him tighter," Fuck! Kei-"

He let out an amused chuckle as he teased you," Look at you, so wet that you don't even have to suck on my fingers before I put them in you." Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped into your entrance.

He started to move his fingers, quickly finding that spongey spot inside you that made you see stars. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, as you tried to bite back your moans.

His lips brushed your ears as he muttered his words," You know better than to hide from me, or are you just a stupid whore?"

You let out a wanton moan as he started to speed up, thumb suddenly circling your clit. "Oh shit- faster! Please Kei 'm gonna cum!"

He nipped at your ear as he sped up his pace, fingers reaching your g-spot with every movement. You let out a desperate keen," Kei! 'M about to- fuck! 'M gonnacum-"

Suddenly, just as the knot you felt in your abdomen was about to snap, Tsukishima stopped. He laughed at you," What, did you think I was gonna let you cum that easily? You really are dumb."

You rolled your hips, needily nipping and kissing his neck in hopes that would somehow convince him to give you more. He huffed," Look at you, such a desperate whore trying to use anything to get off."

You frantically nodded," Need you Kei!" Tsukishima let out a low groan as your words went straight to his cock.

" Really now? Show me how much you need me." he rasped. You slowly started to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning as you felt him flex his thigh. You felt hot under his gaze as you sped up your pace.

Pressing into his thigh, you moaned as he started to play with one of your nipples, rolling it with his thumb. " Fuck, look at you making a mess of my thigh."

Going faster, you felt fuzzy, static starting to buzz throughout your limbs," Kei 'm gonna cum, please let me cum!" His hands grabbed your hips as he rocked you faster, slowly making pressure build in your abdomen.

"Go ahead, cum for me slut." His name-calling sent you over the edge, the orgasm that you had been waiting for finally arriving. You gripped onto him as your thighs started to shake," 'M cumming! Fuck! Shit Kei!"

Tsukishima would be lying if he said he didn't love to hear you moan his name. His gaze locked onto your face as it started to morph into an expression of pure ecstasy.

He slowly stopped rocking your hips against his thigh as you came down from your high. He put his lips on yours as he swallowed your moans, lightly biting your bottom lip as he laid you down.

His tongue worked his way inside your mouth as his hands trailed down to your tits. Pulling away from the kiss with a sharp pop he left a trail of wet kisses against your neck. Slowly going lower, and lower, hands following in his mouth's wake.

His mouth traveled to your inner thigh, nipping at it slightly. Your legs threatened to close when he let his breath fan across your sensitive cunt. Using his hands to keep your legs open for him, he used his tongue to lick a long stripe up your pussy and swirled it around your clit.

You tried to close your legs around his head, but he was just too strong. " 'M still sensitive!" you cried out. But that did nothing to deter him as he wrapped his lips around your nub and hummed.

" What was that?" He muttered against you, sending vibrations throughout your core. You cried out," Just came- Please 'm so sensitive. It's too good!"

" A whore like you can handle it." He teased right before his tongue delved into your wet hole. He ate you like a man starved, lapping at your folds and thrusting his tongue in and out.

Your back arched as you felt another orgasm begin to build again. Tsukishima moved his hands to hold your hips down, allowing you to close your thighs around his head. Your hands moved to grip his sandy blonde hair, meeting his sharp gaze as he looked at you.

Tsukishima felt you clench around his tongue and he brought a thumb to your clit. You let out a choked moan as you babbled out," Cumming again! 'M gonna- cumming! 'M cumming!"

Tsukishima moved his tongue faster, spurred on by your moans. He moaned into your cunt, your juices covering his face. Finally moving away from your hole, he captured your lips in a kiss. Its passionate nature feeling like a gentle contrast compared to his intense actions.

The sudden feeling of Tsukishima sinking you down on his cock made you see stars, his sinful groan making your walls clench around him. " Fuck, you're so wet, didn't even need my dick to make you such a mess."

He grabbed your hips, setting his own pace as he used his hands to slam them up and down, pushing his dick in and out.

" Such a slut, cumming before I could put my cock in you." He grunted, hands gripping down harder as you tightened around him.

" You-you said I could." You managed to choke out in your breathless state.

" Oh?" You knew it was an immediate mistake when you felt him stop," Still have enough sense in you to talk back I see?" he sneered.

Flipping you around so that your ass was up in the air, he wasted no time pushing his dick back between your folds. Slamming into you at a brutal pace, you couldn't stop the desperate moans that escaped you even if you wanted to.

" Can't have that now can I?" He husked, making his thrusts harder.

[maladaptiveobsession]

*pokes* oh my god! i really love all of your dol headcanons, the suicidal one admitedly made me cry, it's just that good! :'D not sure if you take request or not, you can ignore this if you aren't, but i'd absolutely would love something related to bailey taking reader's virginity...? his dialogue in canon (before it was removed rip) when he took pc's virginity drive me fucking crazy :)

“Your body was always mine.”

Synopsis: You owe Bailey, but are short on cash. He takes your virginity as payment.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, anal mention, biting, cervix kiss, deflowering, fingering, masturbation, noncon, oral mention, overstimulation, scratching, purity/virginity kink

Words: 2,159

A/N: Sorry this took so long. It’s been a rough month or so. I wish they would have left us the ability to fuck Bailey at least until they had more lewd content to replace it with. I refuse to acknowledge his canon disinterest in the player.

In a town such as this, where temptations festered in the shadow, it was a miracle you’d preserved your purity for as long as you had. He can’t imagine how you managed, though he supposes your affiliation with the church must have contributed. Fat load of good that did against him, though, didn’t it? It hadn’t been intentional, but he’d gradually accrued your virginities, unraveling your innocence thread by thread.

Once in a moment of weakness, driven by frustration. You’d pestered him all that morning with dumb shit, and in a haze of anger and desire, he overwhelmed you, his hands gripping your body as he bent you over his desk and roughly violated your ass. You fought valiantly, but you were just no match.

"You should be putting out more if you're this tight. What do you think you're good for?"

Once with the intentions to torment that insufferable prick, Avery. You may have been that bastard’s date for the evening, but he was your guardian, and it was about damn time he reminded you both who actually owned you. With the right encouragement—threats against that other brat, Robin—he hadn’t needed to lift a finger for your mouth to get to work. The look on that man’s face as you choked on him was the highlight of his evening, though your inexperienced tongue running alongside his shaft was a contender to be sure.

"Don't get any funny ideas. Just take it."

Once more that same evening without thinking. With all the adrenaline coursing through his body, he hadn’t considered the significance before grabbing your hand and thoughtlessly dragging you off to his car. He hadn’t registered the way your hand tensed against his own until long after he’d dumped you off at the orphanage.

Lastly, by your discretion, too drunk for you to realize the “handsome stranger with kissable lips�� was in fact your caretaker coming to collect your dumbass after you’d gone and got yourself roofied. You were lucky it was the day before collection; otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered. For reasons unknown to even himself, his resolve to remain indifferent crumbled under your clumsy lips, pulling you close to dress your lips with his and turning that chaste brush of lips into a ferocious battle with his tongue. You probably still think it was that haunting freak you barely tolerate who took your first kiss, but he hasn’t forgotten.

"Surprised are you? You'll learn to kiss better soon."

Now, behind the locked door of his office, he finds himself clawing at the remnants of his self-control, trying desperately to ignore the desire that began to bloom since he first pinned you against his desk. He palms at the ache pressing against his trousers, shame creeping along his spine. He should never have let things get as far as they did. There were lines he had resolved not to cross, and yet here he was, hips jerking to the thought of your warm tongue, soft lips, and tight ass.

The thought that you’ve been sauntering around town with that virgin cunt of yours unprotected, purity vulnerable to any prowling perverts, evokes a possessive rage that has no place invading his thoughts.

He sure as fuck shouldn’t be entertaining the thought that you’re only some doors down, just out of reach. The desire to own you in full has him in a chokehold. Growling, he reclines deeper into his swivel chair, impatiently fishing his cock out from his trousers, leaking pre-cum down over angry veins.

Fuck it, just this once.

With a sense of urgency, he gathers himself in his hand, tightening his hold damn near enough to strangle, and begins furiously pumping his hand. It doesn't take too long before he reaches that precipice, jaw and core tightening as he inhales sharply. Warmth spreads over his hand, pace and grip relaxing as he eases himself down from his high.

Releasing a sigh, he reaches across his desk for a tissue. After cleaning himself off and resituating himself into his pants, he glances down at his wristwatch.

12:30 AM

Right, there was still the matter of your debt. Before he could erase you from his thoughts, he had to collect your payment for this week. It was admittedly early, but the day of collection nonetheless, and he could swing by damn well any time he pleased. He steels himself before pushing the door open and striding up the stairs towards your room. The sound of your laughter mingling with that of another orphan—Robin, his mind supplies to his distaste—pulls at his insides like a vice.

The door swings open violently, the force startling the both of you into silence. The sight before him reignits that possessive rage; your hips straddling his with only a pair of panties protecting you from his exposed length. Underneath you, the boy cringes as Bailey's attention rests on him, eyes widening in bewilderment and terror. The air was thick with tension.

“Get out.” He bites out as calmly as he could manage, nails digging into his palms.

Robin casts a rueful glance between the both of you, torn between the desire to shield you and fear. You assure him that you’ll be fine, gesturing towards the door with your chin.

“But—” Robin begins, but is interrupted by Bailey.

“Did I fucking stutter?” he snarls, the animosity seemingly making the air colder and heavier. Quickly worming back into his night shorts, Robin slinks by Bailey while sending one last remorseful glance your way before vanishing down the corridor.

Silence punctuates his departure. Rage simmers below the surface of his skin, threatening to burn him. The sound of shuffling sheets punctures the quiet, instinctually causing him to look your way. Breath catches in his throat, soaking in the sight of your exposed thighs. As you reach for your bottoms, awkwardly twisting your body, he sees what he believes must be that brat's fluids discoloring your underwear. Lips twitching, he’s overcome with the desire to tear it from your body and have it burned.

Had he arrived even an hour later, you’d have surrendered your virginity to that urchin. Struck with violent impulse, he feels the final strand of resolve disintegrate. He stalks forward, his presence overwhelming as he closes the distance between you.

Scrambling back until your back is pressed against the headboard, you glare daggers, demanding to know why he’s here. The slight tremble of your voice reveals the fear underlining that false bravado you’ve taken to wearing. He makes note of your shifting eyes, frantically searching for an escape, and snorts in amusement. There would be no trouble subduing you, especially at this distance. Perhaps you came to this realization yourself, your eyes snapping back to him with a trace of defeat settling onto your features.

“You owe me.” A grimace overtakes your expression. Ah, now this was a first. Of all his orphans, you were one of the few that were consistently prompt with their payments. No wonder you were offering yourself to that brat. Now, no guilt would weigh on his conscience; you owed him and he intended to collect. You had only yourself to blame for whatever happened next.

Gathering your voice, you stamper out a retort, voice raising as you speak. “I-I’m a little short, but I ha-have enough to cover Robin! Do whatever to me; just leave him out of it!"

You nervously extend the bills out, and he snatches them, flicking through the stack to tally the sum. Satisfied with the amount, he stuffs the wad of cash into his pocket before glancing back up to you.

“I know just what to do with you. Don’t worry, I have no interest in that brat joining.” Closing the distance between you, he snatches your ankle and drags you towards him before you can resist.

You yelp as he pounces, quickly pinning your arms above your head and adjusting his grip so he can hold them down with just one hand. He doesn’t give you a moment to react before he snatches your lips with his own, silencing any potential objections. His tongue swipes across your lips, thrusting down your throat—domineering, rough, and speaking of suppressed desire. Pulling back, a string of saliva connects your lips.

“Wh-What was that about...?” You gasp out, greedily sucking in air, nearly suffocated by his intensity.

“You owe me.” He begins, hand drifting down to cup your sex. “And you have something I want.”

Tears gather at the revelation, struggling against his hold. “N-no way! Haven’t you stolen enough from me?”

Snatching your cheeks in his fingers, he clenches as a warning and sneers. “You fucking owe me, so unless you want me knocking on that brat’s door for payment, you’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you.”

You sniffle and sob, but otherwise settle down, realizing you have no other choice but to comply. Watching your eyes for any signs of rebellion, he feels assured you won’t try anything and releases your face and arms. You go limp, defeated. He hooks his finger in your panties, impatiently pulling them off your body before tossing them to the floor. He doesn’t bother to take off your shirt.

Though having seen you exposed before, he can’t help but stare in appreciation at your glistening lips. Swiping his middle and ring finger between your folds, he wastes no time before sinking knuckle deep, aided by your slick.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. That brat do this to you?” He begins pumping his fingers and circling your clit with his thumb, enjoying the crinkle of your nose and eyes as you try to maintain composure. “Or do you actually want this?”

You shake your head and try to say no, but your voice breaks into a whine as he curls his fingers against a sensitive spot. He takes the initiative to attack that spot, pressing a hand against your chest to hold you down when you begin to squirm.

"Just relax. I'll handle everything like always."

Feeling your chest rise faster and walls clenching tighter, he pulls away just as you’re about to reach your high. A whine leaves your throat against your will, feeling betrayed at the loss of his fingers. Without warning, his hands grip your waist, pulling you into him and replacing his fingers with something much thicker. The sudden intrusion steals your breath away and sends you over the edge, vaguely registering the pain through your climax. Perhaps he was just impatient, or maybe he cares some semblance to distract you from the pain of being split open by something so large. Either way, he gives you no time to adjust to his size, fingers digging into your skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks.

His eyes and lips pressed tight, overwhelmed by your tight heat. He’s plucked plenty of virgins, but none had brought him such intense pleasure. Melting into you, he sinks his face into your neck, tongue gliding across your skin and savoring your taste. You shiver as his lips trace your collarbone, the nipping of his teeth forcing sharp breaths from your throat.

It’s subtle, but you can hear his muted groans as his hips snap against yours, hungry and desperate. The sounds of wet, heated sex penetrate the thin walls of your room, sure to be heard by all. He can’t find it in him to care when all he can focus on is how sweetly you massage him, bringing him closer to the precipice of pleasure with each thrust. The crown of his cock kisses your cervix, your back arching from the sensation as your hands and legs wrap around him. Your nails dig into his back as that coil in your stomach tightens, leaving deep scratches in their path.

As you push against his thrusts, his hand slips between your bodies, teasing your clit with fervor. You feel yourself slip over that edge, head snapping back against the bed and calling out his name with eyes twisted shut. Feeling you tighten, he loses composure and begins frantically chasing that high for himself. Sensitive, you whine from overstimulation, softly calling out his name to catch his attention. The sound of your soft voice helplessly calling for him and only him lights his nerves and leaves him helplessly gripping the sheets. He bites down on your shoulder to stiffle a moan, spilling into you. His hips grind into yours as he winds down, hands tenderly gliding across your body.

As he pulls back, hot white pools onto the sheets below. He admires the mess he’s made: your bruised skin, neck raw and glistening, and lips parted as you try to gather your breath. His thumb ghosts over your lips, amused by the dumb look settled on your face. Satisfaction thrums through him, having claimed the last of your purity.

"Your body was always mine. Like your first time."

[islandofthedollz]

JIMMY BUT HE'S FUCKING YOU UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DROOLING MESS AND YOU TELL TO STOP OR WAIT BUT JUST KEEPS GOING SO YOU GET MORE OVERSTIMULATED LIKEEEE -🎺 anon

❤︎Welcome home ❤︎

⁠❥TW: mean Jimmy, reader calls Jimmy daddy, overstimulation

⁠❥ Broo I got too carried away with this!!! lol ily 🎺 annon, bro I have to make a master list I think imma finish my inbox 1st maybe or maybe I’ll do it sooner and I’ll add a cute intro with my cute lil annons listed below!

It was the day that Jimmy finally came home. He was off on a haul for 6 months, and you were so happy for him that he finally got a job and he’s not in the wrong path but it meant that he had to be so far away from you. 

There was a knock on your door. You immediately ran to the door and looked at the mirror next to the door admiring yourself make sure you look amazing for him. You opened the door. “Jimmy.” You yelled. “ your finally here” you wrapped your arms around his semi muscular build. You feel his arms wrapped around you pulling you closer. “Missed me that much doll”. He said a smirk appearing on his face. You nod. You back away from the hug and you shared a chaste kiss on the doorstep.

He held your hand and guided you into your home. “I can’t believe you’re finally here”. You said. "Believe it, babe.” Jimmy said. “I’m all yours, for the next 6 months .” He laughed sheepishly. “We’ll make the most of it I promise”. You laughed. Jimmy placed his finger under your chin tilting your head up to look at him. You look at his lustful eyes. “Then prove it doll.”

You jumped into his arms Jimmy holds you tight. You pulled him closer, attaching your lips and walks towards the direction of the bedroom. 

"Someone’s a little excited.” Jimmy pulled away from the kiss to see you blush a little, whispering a hushed ‘Shut up’ before going back to pull him into a kiss again. You smiled brightly, so happy to have your love with you for a little while. 6 months was not a long amount of time. But you’ll make the most of it in more ways then one.

Jimmy placed you down on the floor He pushed you against the bed, gently, crawling on top like a hungry predator looking at you like your his next meal. Jimmy pulled off his and pulls off your top . Jimmy leaning into your neck and leaving his mark there. “I missed you babe,” He muttered, kissing your neck.

“I missed you, too Jimmy.” Your hand went to his cheek. Jimmy leans into your touch.

Jimmy’s hands found your skirt, tugging it down. “Sit up for a second doll.” He commanded, you, wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he reached behind you and unclasped your bra. “ I missed these…” He muttered as he threw the Lacey bra behind his shoulder. Jimmy smiled leaning down to kiss you, kneading your breasts in his large hands, before moving down to place rough kisses on them. “You weren’t being a little slut and touching your self while I was away.” He said , his hands finding your panties and pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. You moaned out involuntarily.

"No Daddy I promised I never touched my self while you were gone.” Jimmy pulled your panties down to your ankles, and you kicked them off. 

“Doll turn around for me. I want to look at you for a bit before you do anything else.”

Shuddering at Jimmy’s orders, you get on the bed and you go on all four’s you arch your ass up in the air. You crossed your arms in front of you, resting your head on your forearms as you focused on steadying your breathing. Closing your eyes, you waited in anticipation of what Jimmy will do next.

His callous and rough hand brushed over your ass with, Jimmy’s palm gropes as much skin as he could before releasing his grip before doing it again. Jimmy’s hand remained on your rear, stroking here and there with his thumb, grazing over your cunt. You feel his finger lightly touching your pussy it makes you deepen your arch, presenting yourself and silently asking for more of his attention, the very thing you couldn’t seem to live without. “ baby didn’t your parents teach you patience. I just wanna look at you, so you stay there and be a good little girl for me yeah can you do that.”

You nodded, letting him do as he wished for however long he wanted. You felt lucky he had the decency to treat you like you were made out of glass a contrast of how he usually treats you. You’re thankful for his generosity compared to his usual grumpy self and easily angered. You start to move pushing your ass into his face.

“Already’ getting impatient sweetheart? Thought I taught you better than that.” His touch was constant, running lines up and down your cunt it made you wetter you just wanted to be touched by the man you missed and loved

“I just missed you, Daddy,” you replied , fighting the urge to grind your hips into his hand.

“I know you did, baby. Your pussy can’t last a day without needing somethin’ from me. Is that it? You want Daddy to give you some love, huh?” His fingers found your clit rubbing circles over the bundle and forcing a whine out of you.

“Please, please… daddy touch me more”.

Jimmy pulled away, you lift your head and looking back at him with a pout . Jimmy didn’t need say anything, he didn’t have to you knew that he didn’t have to. The nasty smirk on his face let you know that you weren’t running this show he is.

“Not so fast doll’. I need you to do something first.” Jimmy looked at you you see his eyes going down and gestured to the large bulge in his rough jeans, you get up and face him “You wanna be a good and make me feel good baby”.

You reach for Jimmy’s jeans, the workout metal of his belt buckle enticing you to unbuckle it. You place your hands his knees, your gentle touch danced over his thighs. Your fingers undid his belt you and threw it on the carpeted floor.

You blushed when you remembered how big and thick he really is. You feel him through his underwear. You lean down and kissed his covered cock just the way Jimmy likes it. He loves it when you worship him like if he was your god.

You hear him groan. “You gonna keep teasing me? Or are you gonna show me how much you miss me?" His demands brought you back reality.

“Just wanted your cock a kiss, Daddy,” you smiled playfully, throwing him a cheeky smile. “Yeah doll ? Fuck you know how much I love it when you do that I love it more when you use that slutty little mouth of yours,” he leaned back he looked relaxed.

You playfully tugged on the waistband of his, pulling them down along with his jeans until they dropped to his knees. The length of his cock bobbed against his stomach, you wrapped your hands round him heat coursed through your body at the sight of him.

You kissed the tip of his cock, the taste of his pre cum you moan favoring the flavor. You start moving your head up and down his length. You hear Jimmy moan. You look up at him his head thrown in pleasure his cheeks dusted pink.

You move your mouth deeper into his cock you feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your head. Your hand to message his balls. The weight of him on your tongue was comforting, smiling to yourself as his salty flavor filled your taste.

“Perfect fuckingmouth. You missed having my cock in your mouth huh ?” You moaned around Jimmy in reply, you bucked your head faster over him. “Course you do. Trained your all slutty holes to take me so well made myself a perfect fuck doll.”

Jimmy’s words melted you, moving more insistently and adding your hands to the mix you speed up. Your hand over his length, your shared bedroom filled with the sounds of gagging and slurping. You wanted to be nasty when you sucked him off spitting on his cock just the way he liked, the way Jimmy taught you.

You had no thought you just wanted to pleasure him you enjoyed this, being at his mercy being good for him the best way you knew how.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. You like using your mouth on Daddy? Getting me all messy?”

You pulled your head back and you maintain eye contact with him as you continued to stroke him with one hand covered in spit while you diverted your attention lower. You lean down again your tounge licking over his heavy balls, you fluttered your tongue over one of them, your pussy clenching around nothing at the grunt Jimmy unleashed deep within his chest.

You feel a salty taste fill your mouth. You remembered something that Jimmy like to see. You look at him you open your mouth. Giving Jimmy a good look at your cum covered mouth before you swallow. “Your such a good girl for daddy you earned a reward. Lay on the bed daddy wants a taste of his baby.

You lie on the bed. You feel the bed dip. You see Jimmy in between your legs as he lowers him self to your pussy. You feel Jimmy’s tounge as it flick at your clit, he looks up at you as you moaned out his name gently. Your eyes shut closed you moaned, bucking your hips towards his face. 

“Stop moving doll ,” He said against you, pressing down roughly on your hips. Jimmy sucks you harshly, as he made strokes your pussy with his tongue, your thighs cage around his head you pushed him further into your hands go to his hair and you firmly grasp his hair. You couldn’t help but utter his name in a sort of chant, his tongue against you bringing you into a daze.

“D-Daddy,” You breathed out, your back arching off the bed, feeling the fire in your lower abdomen. Jimmy keeping at his pace, bringing his hand to your mouth as his intense gazes looked at you sucking on his fingers. You feel his tounge leave your pussy and you felt his fingers inside of you, keeping a harsh pace as they entered and exited you.

You couldn’t help but moan out in surprise, your sensitivity very evident. “Daddy, what, what are you doing…” You tried to keep your voice stable, but it didn’t seem to be happening. “Shut up doll,” He said, “It’s alright. I got you.” He kissed your lips then, keeping his fingers scissoring you against your walls and ravishing in your wetness. “I’m just gonna make you feel good,” He said.

“That’s all, babe..” Your head fell against his shoulder as his other hand supported your back. Your thighs involuntarily closed around his hand, and he pushed you gently off his shoulder. “You gotta keep your legs open for me, baby girl.” He said. You moaned out and nodded, separating your legs and exposing more of yourself to him. “Daddy,” You breathed out, as he kept his pace going, his thumb rubbing against your clit adding to the pleasure.

The familiar feeling returned and you came all over his fingers, watching him smirk as he placed one in his mouth. “Fuck that was sexy” “Jimmy Fuck me please,” You muttered against his lips. “I’ve missed you…” He smiled.

Jimmy quickly gets on top of you. You blush at the sight of him. He lines up his cock with your wet entrance. “Daddy slow down” you beg “You can take it you’re a big girl”Jimmy snaps, as he grabs your wrists in his rough hand to pin them above your head. 

The change in angle gives him new leverage to sink his cock into the deepest parts of you making you see stars.

Your eyes roll back in your head.

Jimmy looks down between your joined bodies, he licks lips at the sight of you making an mess on his cock. Your cum connect to his skin every time he pulls back the sight alone could send him over the edge. “You’re so fuckin’ messy doll fucking nasty slut,” he growls, snapping his hips into you to pressing his cock against onto your cervix.

Your body jolts up at his cock but Jimmy doesn’t stop, instead your mouth falls open as your cunt begins to flutter around Jimmy once more, “Are you gonna cum?”

You nod desperately, “Please, daddy please stop to rough I can’t take it !”

Jimmy rolls his eyes at your needy pleads for more but still circles his hips to grind against your clit sending you over the edge for the. Your entire body trembles as you cum, back arching before you let out a moan. Jimmy doesn’t even catch on to what’s happening until you’re squirting around his cock, soaking his hips and thighs.

Jimmy groans as the force makes his cock leave it pussy. You’re squirming and your eyes watery falling on the pillow the bed sheets are ruined.

As he tries to sink his cock back inside you, your incessant wiggling makes it difficult. “Quit fuckin’ moving bitch!” he growls, harshly slapping your cheek. You whimper, you squeeze your thighs shut as you cunt clenches pathetically around nothing at the impact. Jimmy sighs in annoyance, finally releasing your wrists in favor instead he forces your thighs apart, putting you into a mating press. 

Jimmy rolls his hips, he forced his cock back into your tight cunt, he grunts. Your eyes tear up when he bumps against your clit, shake in his hold. There’s a mischievous smirk on Jimmy’s face as he thrusts harder into your cunt, only fucking you harder when he notices the little tears in your eyes as you stare up at him with big doe eyes. 

Despite the torment he puts your body in, you still stare up at him with love in your eyes. The sight of your big eyes looking at him as if he was your god makes his heart flutter.

Your body falls more limp, letting Jimmy pound into you how he wants.You are aware that he’s going to make you cum over and over again regardless of what you say or do Jimmy doesn’t care he likes seeing you come undone for him he likes it when your to dumb to speak.

He thinks you’re so cute, the way your teary eyes look at him begging for him to stop he knows it getting to much for you.

You arch your hips trying to meet his rough thrusts. You feel like you’re in heat trying to chase that orgasm. His uneven nails sink into your skin and you hiss at this feeling, your mouth is falling open. As you finally cum squirting all over him making a mess.

“You’re so fuckin’ filthy doll ,” Jimmy says his dull chocolate eyes, locked on to your messy cunt seeing how it disappears every thick inch of his cock, “I missed this”.

[jammysworks]

smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: p in v, manhandling, conrad is a little bit of a softy towards the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language, mention of y/n, shitty writing, overstimulation (female), light spanking

this isn’t how you expected to be spending your friday night; with conrad tossing you around and fucking your brains out. he missed you so much because of college and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

his dick sliding in and out of your soaked pussy, veiny hands gripping onto your hips pulling you back every time you tried to squirm away, letting out a deep and quick, “stay still baby, fuck.” he needed your pussy and would give anything to keep feeling you wrapped around him even if that did mean going until you were sobbing and shaking from how many times you’ve orgasmed.

his hand began to creep down to your red and puffy neglected clit, toying with the bud as you screamed and whined trying to move his hips away from yours, only to receive a light smack of the bottom. “b—ooh—but con i can’t take it anymore!” blabbering out a jumbled up sentence, attempting to get him off of your poor pussy. but it was no use, he couldn’t stop, it felt so good.

the burning ache you were feeling began to disintegrate as you felt your orgasm approach, gripping onto the sheets, his hands, anything that could stabilize you. your hips raising against his, trying to fight the feeling but he had a tight grip on you forcing your orgasm to continue. you moaned and screamed for him to stop. “wa—wait, connie i—oh my god! conrad i can’t do it!” tears flowing down your red cheeks, drool leaking from the edges of your mouth as you felt yourself release the pent up pleasure. your pussy gushing all over his abs and dick. but his movements continued. “cmon, just one more.” he grunted out, his hips starting to move slightly sloppily as his own orgasm began to form in the pits of his abdomen.

his eyes penetrating your tearful ones while he reached down to wipe your salty cheeks. “deeper. need to be deeper..” he groaned out to himself over top of your loud moans. his hands reaching for you ankles as he propped them on top of his shoulders releasing a loud whine from the figure below him. “too deep con..! s’ too much!” you screamed, convulsing on his dick for the 5th time. his release beginning to approach while his white salty liquid flooded the walls of your pussy, his cock acting as a plug to keep them all inside.

his hips pulling away from yours while his index and middle finger pushed his cum back inside of your quivering hole, his two fingers basking in the aftermath as they reached your swollen kiss bitten lips. your tongue instinctively sticking out and wrapping around them as they went inside your mouth, receiving a deep “fuck..” from the muscular figure. “we gotta clean this mess up, huh?” conrad asked with a smirk playing about his features.

please don’t be afraid to request works you would like me to try <33 thank you guys so much for the love on my last fics i didn’t expect that for my first time writing haha. thank you lovelies!!

[underoospeterparker]

can’t remember if I already sent this in but tasm Peter Parker x reader who has sensory issues and gets overstimulated easily. n him just calming her down, giving her something to fidget with or chew on cause he knows that calms her, getting her into comfy clothes that aren’t scratchy or tight and just taking care of her. asking her loads of questions and giving her options to choose from so she feels more in control of the situation <3 ugh i love him

thank you for requesting!!

tasm!peter x reader / mcu!peter x reader, 0.8k words

tw: overstimulation

You're resting your head in Peter's lap while he tangles his fingers in your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. Peter's friends are sitting on the seats opposite to you, and the two of them are laughing about something rather loudly. Peter glances at you every so often, leans down to press a soft kiss to your temple. Every time he does that, you let out a quiet hum of contentment, press your head further into his lap.

You're exhausted from a long day of school and came home to Peter's friends. You'd given them both a hug when you arrived, but Peter already noticed you were out of it: Your eyes were unfocused, you had this dazed look about you, and you kept fidgeting with your hands, wringing them out.

Peter had given you a concerned look, clearly worried, as if asking 'Do you want them here?' You'd given him a gentle, reassuring smile, mouthed to him that it was fine. You were currently rethinking your decision as their voices grew louder. You began to hear the screeching of the kettle, the scratches your cat was making on the wooden table, the spin of the fan. You could feel your tight knit sweater sticking to your body, and you could hardly breathe.

You forced yourself to take deeper, longer breaths as you curled up in Peter's lap. His hand paused on your head but then resumed its ministrations, as he looked up in shock at something his friend had said. It all sounded like a blabber of words to you: You felt confused; disoriented. The air conditioner was on, but you felt hot. Boiling hot. You tried to pull at your sweater, wanting it off.

You resisted the urge to scream, and to calm yourself down you tried to focus on the ground, on the carpet, but you couldn't: Everything else was far too loud.

"(Y/N)?" Peter's voice cut through the noise. You press your hands to your ears, trying to block out the noise, to soften his words. You turn around to face Peter's stomach, try to hide in his hold. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" His hands reached for yours, helped cover your ears. You looked up through blurry vision, meeting his loving and concerned gaze. Peter tilted his head slightly, searched your eyes for a response to his question. You shook your head slowly in reply, let out a quiet whine as you burrowed yourself closer to him.

Something in his eyes clicks in realisation. He held out a hand to his friends to get them to stop talking; helping you stand up with a hand on your wrist, gently moving you to a quieter room. Peter shut the door behind the two of you, sat you down on the soft comforter. You mumbled something incoherent, struggled to get your sweater off, the tightness suffocating you, making it hard to breathe.

Peter's eyes soften as he reaches for the hem of your sweater, helping you pull it off your head. He squeezes your hand before moving towards the closet, grabbing your comfiest pyjamas as helping you slip in to them with two hands on your shoulders. He doesn't speak until then, knowing you needed to feel comfortable and snug before you would be able to fully converse.

He settled you on the bed, covers not on because he knew you were feeling hot. "Can I get you anything? Your fidget toy? Or your stuffed animal?"

His voice was soft, only a murmur, and you nodded gratefully. "Both, please?" You asked quietly.

Peter presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you, nodding quickly. "Of course, bug." He returns in under a minute, giving you the two items and watching as you settle down with them. "Do you want me here, or should I go?" He touches your leg soothingly, rubbing a hand up and down.

"Here," I mumble, "please?" Peter melts a little, feels his heart squeeze. He climbs onto the bed behind you, careful not to touch or jostle you too much. When he remains quiet, you add, "Can I have a hug?"

He softens. "Absolutely, honey." Peter doesn't wait another second before wrapping you up in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest. He thumbs at your neck affectionately as you curl up in his hold, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "My poor, sweet girl," he murmurs softly. "You're doing so good. Are you feeling a bit better?"

"Mhm, yes," I say quietly, "thank you." You give him your best, most grateful smile. "Y' the best, baby."

Peter rolls his eyes affectionately against the crown of your head. "Says you, lovely girl."

[fallstaticexit]

When your Gen X, boomer cusp boy mom mother can't read the room to save her life.

AN: If anyone is interested in some more Lyric lore, you can check out my TikTok for part one and part two of her backstory. Trigger Warnings: pregnancy loss, depression.

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Myrah: Oh, my sweet boys! I missed you so much!

Sonny: So you went and got married, huh? Didn’t think to tell us, mama?

Olive: [whispers] Girl, not your mom getting her groove back.

Lyric: [groans] See, this is what I’m talking about...

Nina: [whispers] This was not on my Myrah visit bingo card.

Ernest: We eloped. Nothing too fancy, since it’s both our second marriage. I can send some photos your way, just got to get them developed.

Mel: Developed?

Myrah: My Ernie is an old soul. Very old school.

Sonny: Uh-huh. How old exactly?

Lyric: Isn’t there a dinner we’re supposed to be eating or something?!

Myrah: Oh, that’s right! Everyone sit, I’ll bring out the food.

Sonny: Yeah, maybe get this man a shirt while you at it..

[awkward silence]

Sonny: How’d you meet my moms, man. What’s all this about?

Mel: This isn’t some life insurance scam, is it?

Myrah: Boys!

Ernest: We met at a Divorce Support Group.

Lyric: [sucks teeth] Why are you still going to those? You were divorced over 30 years ago...

Myrah: There’s no expiration date on support! I can still go. We take a trip to Cancun every year.

Ernest: She was telling her story about being a young mom in a loveless marriage, and I really felt that. I was a young father, too.

Sonny: [grumbles] Tuh. Ya don’t say?

Ernest: I asked her to join me for coffee one day, and well, the rest is history.

Myrah: Ernest completes me. We don’t let things like our age keep us from being happy. Ernest satisfies me in ways you can’t imagine-

[Everyone groans]

Ernest: Meeting your mom really changed my life, kids.

Olive: I get it. It happens to the best of us. I fell in love with a beautiful, elegant, rich older woman, and my life has never been the same. I’ll probably never fall in love again.

Sonny: ?????

Myrah: Thank you, Olivia. Kids, I just want you to be happy for me. Don’t I deserve that?

Lyric: This is weird! You get married without telling anyone, and it’s to some guy who’s like half your age. Why would you think we wouldn’t be upset about this?

Myrah: Well, honey, you’re not a little girl anymore. I can do as I please and not have to tiptoe around what my children think. I’m allowed to live my life however I want.

Ernest: Your mother’s right. And I think if you gave me a chance, I could show you how I can be a great father figure and role model to you and your brothers.

Lyric: Am I in the twilight zone?? What the hell is happening right now??

Ernest: Ah! Little man’s burgers! Must of slipped my mind. I guess age is catching up to me.

Sonny: Mhmmm, which is how old again?

Myrah: I’ll get it. Sit tight, baby.

Lyric: [sneers] You! Did you know about this?

Sonny: What! No!

Mel: I mean, you did say you talk to mom everyday. She never mentioned this?

Olive: Can we get these dishes passed around or...

Sonny: I mean, she mentioned having a friend name Ernest once but I’m thinkin’ he’s some old guy she met!

Ernest: [chuckles] Yeah, I get that alot. I normally go by EJ. Ernest Sr. is my father’s name.

Sonny: Uh-huh... and who yo daddy? Probably went to school with him...

Myrah: Alright, got one burger for my big strong, handsome grandson!

Myrah: What? What’s the matter?

Lyric: Mom, there’s cheese and stuff on it! He doesn’t like that! He’ll only have it plain!

Myrah: Ok! Ok! No problem! I’ll just pluck it off! I-I didn’t know-

Lyric: You would have known if you’d bothered to get to know him at all! You don’t know anything about any of your grandchildren, Mateo especially! All you care about is that he’s a boy.

Lyric: You don’t listen to me when I tell you about things that overwhelm him. You don’t listen to me at all! I’m not going to let you make him feel invisible like you did me.

Myrah: Lyric, wait! Please don’t leave like this! Talk to me, Sunshine!

Olive: Um. Thanks for the to-go plates, Mrs. M. I bet it would have been really good when it was fresh.

[tires screeching]

[agatha-agere-all-along]

Could you do little and fem reader with mama Agatha? Where reader had a bad overstimulating and anxiety inducing day and heads home to be with Agatha but stubbornly refuses to let herself drop and Agatha has to slowly coax herself in? And could reader have a little age of 2-4? Sorry for being so specific 😭. Thanks for consideration!

No worries! Only thing I changed is reader is non-gender specific! But you're free to imagine it as fem! ^^

ALSO SORRY I TOTALLY DIDN'T SEE THIS 😭

Mamagatha + 2/4 reader! - Overstimulated.

(warnings! Mentions of doctors and meds. Anxiety, and overstimulation!)

You would consider yourself an anxious person. You fidgeted, a lot. Or stimming, as your doctor called it. They'd prescribed you medication to help with it, but you certainly didn't notice a difference.

When Agatha entered your life, however. It's like, a lot of that crushing weight suddenly didn't exist. And most days, you felt less anxious and more... you.

Today was, so, not one of those days.

See, you worked in a very people demanding job. Not one you wanted but, you needed money. Bright lights lit up the store, the slushie machine you had to clean today was all yucky and sticky, you got yelled at. Then, you also had to cram in an online class, trying your best to not let your poor grades slip further. Which, the stress made your anxiety spike for the test tomorrow.

Speaking of slipping, you just- wouldn't. When you got home, you barely even acknowledged Agatha greeting you. You really, really, really just wanted to lay down with your lights off and cry, preferably? On your own.

Reaching the basement, though, where your temporary room was set up—A mist of purple magic locked the door, a hum came from behind you. "So, take it I'm invisible?" She joked, before noticing you gave a quiet groan. Her smiled remained but her eyes frowned. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

"Bd..wrk..dy.." You mumbled something under your breathe, her face softens. "Does my baby need Mama today?" Her words, while tempting. You shook your head and push past her to instead go to the kitchen. "Not a baby..." murmured yourself.

"Mmmhm, sure you aren't." Her mouth turned into a slight grin, she had a feeling you wouldn't go five minutes without dropping. But if it took some coaxing from the witch, then she'd work her magic. (Not... literally-)

"Want me to atleast get ya a drink?" She offered as she strode into the kitchen with you, reaching for the fridge as you lazily climb onto a stool, face smashed against the counter top.

"Nghh.." You whined, as a cup us placed before you, you look up. "...not a baby." You repeat, as, she'd given you a sippy cup.

"Oh, I know... just, figured ya want that. You know, big kids are using those all the time these days, it's all the rage really." She was spewing horsecrap and you knew it. But you were thirsty and there was juice in front of you, so despite your grumbling, you drank it.

Oh, wow, that made you feel small.

"You a baby yet? Because Mama just put your blanket in the dryer before you got home, yeah?" Ohhh, warm blanky....

She brushed hair out of your face, and you whimper and nuzzle your head into her shirt. "You like that?" She asked, you didn't wanna admit it. But, yeah... you needed to be small, especially after today, you were feeling anxious and upset.

"Can Mama pick you up?" You actually had to think about it, not a hundred percent sure her hair would be okay, sebseoy wise, today. But after a second, you nodded, letting Mama scoop you up.

She coos, "There's my baby!"

[dreams-of-me]

Why Don't You Love Me?

Eren x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: domestic abuse!, toxic! Eren, semi-public sex, verbal abuse!, cervix kissing, deep penetration, vaginal penetration, creampie, overstimulation, AFAB Reader, BIPOC reader.

This is a prompt for my dear friend. She is a Yeagerist just like me and she deserves a fanfic that will make her coochie throb! This is based off the relationship between Nate and Maddie from Euphoria and I will not be taking and questions at this time.

"You're such an asshole leave me the fuck alone."

"Oh I'm the asshole because you want to show your ass to other men while you belong to me?"

" I don't belong to anyone but my fucking self, and if I were to belong to someone it wouldn't be you Eren. "

Eren's rage had reached his limit and grabbed you by your throat. He slammed you against the nearest wall and brought his lips close to your ears as he spoke slowly and calmly.

"Listen here bitch, you belong to me even if you don't want to. Even if we break up, you belong to me. You're mine got it."

You couldnt breathe Eren was at least a foot and a half taller than you and her was holding you up by your neck. You looked at him calmly as he spoke because even though the position you were in was painful and terrifying, you could not help yourself when the thought of him fucking you right up against the same wall. You were undeniably aroused by that little vein that popped out of Eren's neck as he spoke.

He let you down and you gasped for air as he walked away. You knew he could've killed you if he wanted but everything before this moment is really what kept you with him. Everything before this moment is what allowed the relization that everything he just told you is true. Even if he were to kill you, you'd be his.

Eren was the type of guy that was absolutely smoking hot and he knew it. Because he knew it he walked around Shiganshina Secondary School like he owned it. He was the social king, the football captain, the hottest guy in school, and average level intelligence. Unfortunately, this made it super apparent that he need a queen very soon as he was in his Junior Year and people were starting to believe that he was Gay from hanging around his best friend Armin so much and Mikasa didn't help as she looked at every girl that got close to him with a death stare.

Eren was also very picky. He didn't want a girl that was too tall or too short. About medium height. Had to be practically hairless, they need a nice rack and a fat ass. More importantly the needed to be confident. He also had a thing for POC girls, how their darker skin seemed to glow in the honey sunlight of golden hour. How the gold jewelry always complimented their skin, and the Lucious lips that was always beautifully adorned with all types of gloss. God, don't even get him started on how they smelled. Which is what brought him to you. You walked past him on the way to your class and he smelled warm vanilla and linen with a fruity scent. He turned around and watched you ass sway away from him as you entered your class.

Later that day he looked for you in the cafeteria. He spotted you with a teammate, Jean it looked like you were reviewing some class work so he walked over to you both.

"No Jean, this needs to be done by tomorrow so that we both have time to prepare to the game this Friday."

"Okay fine ill get it done as soon as I can. Oh what's up Yeager-"

"You're gorgeous. Give me your number?"

"You're not too bad yourself. Its XXX-XXX-XX34." You say confidently. Your lips move with such slow ease that he is entrapped hearing nothing but what he might imagine your moans sound like under him.

"I'll see you at the game this weekend QB 1, but hopefully. I get to see you sometime before that. Text me."

"Yeager, you're hot shit and everything but we have practice let's go."

Eren picked his jaw up off the floor as he watched your hair swing behind you as you walked, turned your head quickly to find him staring then winked. He felt is heart jolt and blood rush straight to his dick. That's the moment where he knew you had to be his queen.

"OH FUCK YES"

"I know, take it all for me."

"EREN FUCK"

"Dirty mouth, its okay I like that. Are you ready for me."

"Please please plea- AH FUCK"

"Fuuuuck."

You would assume this was a porno. You're in a dark and empty classroom blinds closed as the band plays the start of the halftime performance for the night. A classic, Seven Nation Army. The scent of popcorn and hotdogs from the concession stand was in full blast. This was their first game of the season and in the first two quarters Shiganshina's football team had a 21 point lead to 7 from the opposing team.

You had been texting Eren nonstop about everything. Talking about sweet nothings. Getting showered with compliments as well as the occasional gift at the end of the school day. A new set of nails, some lingerie shopping, and of course perfume for your collection. He loved how you smiled when he bought you things, and you adored that he bought you things. The make shift relationship you found yourself was perfect. At the end of the week the night of the game you found yourself holding hands with him walking down the hallway. He kissed you deeply and he told you to text him as he grabbed your ass before walking away.

You liked that Eren was sweet and although affectionate, he wasn't feening for sex...but you were. You'd drool as he'd send you pictures of himself fresh out of the shower after practice. Or when he wore those tight black t-shirts with a gold chain that hugged his arms and pectoral muscles just right. The way his jaw clenched when he focused as he pulled his hair back into a bun made your pussy clench with ease. You were done playing nice.

"Aw princess, did you think I forgot about you?"

"Shut up, no one gives a fuck about you or your ego."

You admit that your personality also changed when you got with him, you were the center attention because you were together, you had the best clothes and style because of him. Girl and guys alike all looked at you like the queen he made you out to be, and if you were his queen, Ymir so help you that your wouldn't take what's yours when you wanted it.

"Watch it Y/N, you know I like when you talk dirty but talking shit is different."

"What you're gonna let little old me bruise your fucking god complex? If I can do it than any other little fucker in this school can and you're just as much of a failure as your older brother and crazy ass father."

You also admit that you took that comment too far in trying to rile him up and unfortunately you paid the fucking price. Family is a sensitive topic for Eren and there is only so much teasing he can take before he snaps. And that's exactly what he did, at the drop of a hat he turned you around and grabbed you by the neck slamming you against the wall of the athletics building where you were both walking to practice.

"Listen up bitch, I don't care what you have to say about me but my family is off fucking limits, not that you would ever know or care about yours seeing as you're so fucking detached from them. "

You looked at him fighting to breathe eyes low and slightly seductive but tearing up as you were being held up by your neck to his height. You grasped at his hand for some leverage but his grip on your neck provided no such thing.

"You're fucking job is to walk around on my arm, look like the hottest bitch in heat that I picked up and suck my cock when I ask you to, questioning me, my athourity, or my family is not part of it and I never wanna hear shit from uppity slut like you… Got it”

He released his hold and you came crashing down.

Fighting to inhale oxygen into your lungs and coughing when the burn of the oxygen passes finally.

He stood there looking down at you unamused.

With a tear in your eye, you look up at him neck already beginning to bruise with a yellowish hue.

“Why don’t you love me?” you said being the most genuine you’ve every been in months.

He scoffed, picked you up and kissed you. Not like usual, not an apology for his abuse but proof that he does care for you in his own twisted way. And that was enough you felt. Enough for you.

He’s always loved doggy style, loved watching your plump ass clap back at him and wave in all it’s glory. So you weren’t surprised when he pushed you away from the kiss and turned you around. Bending you against the wall and hiking your cheer skirt up, pulling the shorts and panties down.

Next thing you knew you felt his dick pressed up against your rubbing against your ass “dumb questions get dumb answers”.

He rammed himself into you, filling you all the way up and sucking his teeth at your tightness. You couldn’t control your moans, he just fucked you so deeply and with so much intent that it was hard not to voice your every sensation.

“Ahh- Erennn”

“mhm say my name.”

“fuck eren, just like that”

You were getting whiplash because right when you said that he pulled out and turned you around again. Lifting you up so that your ankles locked around his hips. Nestling your drippy pussy on his tip.

He gripped both your ass cheeks and pressed you down, fully in-bedding himself in you.

“Fuckkkkkk, ahh it’s so deep”

“just how i like it.”

He continued his pace from earlier as you threw your head back in complete euphoria. He kept it going as if you weighed even less than a feather.

“You’re such a needy bitch, why didn’t you tell me you needed some dick earlier. All of this could’ve been avoided”

It fell on deaf ears obviously because the pain from your neck and the pleasure from your pussy we’re mixing soooo well.

“Ah- More, please more”

He did exactly that pushing himself deeper into you with every thrust, your wetness dripping on the pants of his uniform. He used that wetness to slip a finger in your ass and if you were full before you’re way over the limit now.

“Ngahhhh too muchhhh “

“what, you just asked for more. Take what i give you”

3 more thrusts in and you were cumming all over him, you held onto him for dear life clawing at his back knowing he’d pay for your new mani when you complain about it next week. You didn’t expect him to keep thrusting into you after you came.

“AHHH NOOO”

“Shut the fuck up”

He thrusted deeper, harder, but so much slower because he knew now that you were done he was next. He relished every second of your cries, how you were still fluttering around him but tightening as he pushed into you deeper.

You started shaking as your second orgasm finally took over and he came right along with you, groaning into you ear.

“Shiiiiiiitttttt, ahhh”

You were non-verbal, eyes rolled back as a stream of clear liquid made itself present between the both of you.

He kissed you again. Hotter, more passionate. Gripping the nape of your neck to push both of you deeper into it.

You wrapped your hands in his hair become slightly more conscious.

By the time you both were done practice had ended.

You both texted your coaches about not feeling well including a picture of your soaked uniform lying about “throwing up”.

You went the locker rooms, changed and walked to Eren’s car hand in hand.

You spent the night at his house, exhausted enough to not care about his 30 minute shower. But when he came back, god he smelled amazing. He wrapped you in the blanket before getting into bed himself.

You cuddled into his chest as he stared at the ceiling waiting for sleep to take him.

“what makes you think i don’t love you?”

you don’t respond, pretending to be asleep but with your head and heart wide awake. You know now, those word will never have to be said again

You fell asleep feeling happy, but nothing could prepare you for the week to come when the bruises took their final form…

[jammysworks]

could u pls do more with jere !!!

smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: oral (fem receiving), language, slight manhandling, spit, hair grabbing, fingering, porn without plot, overstimulation

word count: 0.5k

jeremiah has always loved receiving head, but he can’t seem to get over how much he loves the look on your face when you cum on his tongue. your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, while you make grabby hands at his hair attempting to stabilize yourself. for him, he was shocked that such a simple act as licking your clit could do this to you, but for yourself it was out worldly how experienced he was.

the way he would drag his tongue down your slit, dipping the muscle into your hole and spreading the wetness in circles around your clit drove you straight into an orgasm every time. before, he would eat you out to prep you for his cock, but as time went on he became more and more obsessed with it. spending hours between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man, fingers pushing in and out of your cunt and holding you still to prevent you from squirming away from his touch.

…

you were now approaching your fourth orgasm of the night, your hands interlocking with jeremiah’s hair, pulling at the blonde curls. your moans turning into whimpers and hiccups as you sobbed about it being “too much”. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at the bud while his fingers pumped into your hole. your release bursting as his tongue flicked in fast motions against your spread pussy lips. “jere i can’t no mo—oh my godd—no more it feels too good!” you squealed, hands reaching and pushing at his shoulders attempting to get him off of you but it was no use.

his ministry only began to intensify as you cried and squirmed. the only abstinence of relief you got being the few seconds he spent retracting himself from your pussy and spitting onto your clit, beginning to trace the area of your cunt with his tongue before diving back in.

tears formed in your eyes and leaked down your cheeks as you gripped onto his biceps pushing against them but you were so deep into the sex high faze that you didn’t have enough strength to shove him off. his arms wrapped themselves around your thighs to keep you steady while he sat up on his knees and pulled your hips along with, continuing his assault on your overused pussy. your head falling back against his sheets, moans growing quieter as your body gets used to the overwhelming pleasure. sadly, your relief was short lived as your orgasm began to arrive even harder than before. your whines having zero effect on jeremiah while he licked at your cunt, fingers digging even deeper than before. “i know, baby, i know. i got you.” the words taking effect as you came in his mouth. his tongue slurping up everything you gave him until he finally decided you had had enough and pulled away from your swollen clit.

[littlemissomega]

Meeting the Coworkers Part 2: Wanda

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), use of magic, n!pple play, overstimulation, kinda threesome (Steve doesn't do anything), pet names, praise k!nk, innocent!sub!reader x dom!Steve x switch!Wanda

Summary: Steve has been clear about his polyamorous relationship with some of his coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she never really wanted to meet any of them before. Steve introduces her to Wanda over dinner, and Wanda can't help but spice the meal up

Part 1: Peter

Masterlist

Author's Note: this is part of a series, but you don't HAVE to read the first part to understand. I do recommend though

Thank you for all the love and support. I had to take a break from writing due to health issues, but I'm back part time for a while

“Sweetheart, don't you wanna sit down for a minute before Wanda gets here?” Steve asks.

“No, I'm fine! I just want everything to be perfect!” YN responds, grabbing a mite and opening the oven.

“Nuh uh, let me get that!” Steve interrupts, appearing at her side in a second.

“You know I can handle hot pans, don’t you? I’m a big girl, Steven!” Y/N puts her hands on her hips as Steve pulls the casserole out of the oven.

“Brave words for such a tiny woman,” he chuckles, settling the dish on the table.

“Hey, I am 5’3!” Y/N retorts, starting towards the fridge.

Steve slaps her butt, lightly but not particularly gently. Y/N gasps, moving her hands behind her to block her butt and scurring away. Steve reaches her in one stride and grabs her hips; pulling her back flush to his chest

“More like 5’2 and a half. And where’s all this attitude coming from, bunny? Not that Wanda won’t love punishing you for it, but still,” Steve chuckles.

Y/N’s hands are still trapped between them, and she can feel his growing hard-on.

“Stevie, I have to finish dinner!” Y/N whines

“Do I need to put you over my knee so you’re good for Wanda?” Steve rumbles, sliding his hand under Y/N’s dress to grabs one of her soft thighs.

“No, sir!” she blushes.

“Best behavior tonight, little miss,” Steve voices, releasing her, “Wanda won't let you cum if you use that attitude with her,”

“Yes sir!” Y/N repeats as she rushes over to the fridge. She grabs the handle with both hands and has to tug with all her body weight to break the seal.

Y/N takes the salad bowl in both hands and bumps the door with her hip to close it.

“Are you nervous?” Steve asks as she rearranges the items on the table “Don’t worry, Wanda will only be mean if you want her to be,” Steve chuckles.

Y/N’s cheeks flush, “Not helping!”

The doorbell chimes and her heartrate spikes.

“Don’t worry,” Steve repeats. He pats her cheek as he passes her to open the door.

Y/N hears the door open as she washes her hands, and scurries to join them. She hears the loud and heavy sound of Steve’s shoes, and the clicking of a pair of heels. In contrast, Y/N’s bare feet softly pad against the hardwood floors. Steve is talking quietly to a red-haried woman.

When Y/N joins them in the foreway. The woman is wearing a black blazer and slacks with a white v-knee blouse. Her heels and purse are black as well. Her lips are painted red though.

“Hi,” Y/N voices so softly, only someone with Steve and Wanda’s enhanced hearing could hear.

“Hi, malyshka! I’m Wanda,” the woman smiles warmly.

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N responds, looking down at their feet. She curls her toes slightly, feeling underdressed without shoes. But Steve likes her to be barefoot in the house, and quite frankly so does she.

“Now, she isn’t always this shy, Wanda,” Steve laughs, slipping an arm around Y/N’s waist to steady her, “You should have heard the sass she was throwing at me earlier,”

“Oh, does she have a bit of a bratty side?” Wanda laughs, shrugging her coat off. Y/N rushes to take it, despite her bright red face. But Steve takes it right out of her hands and hangs it up.

“That’s an understatement!”

Steve leads them back to the table and Y/N has to take two steps for every one of theirs to keep up.

“Something smells good,” Wanda smiles.

“I made chicken casserole, then there’s salad too,” Y/N responds, stumbling over her words.

“Sounds delicious,” Wanda voices, though she isn’t looking at the food. Her gaze racks up and down YN’s body

Y/N blushes from her hairline to her toes. She smoothes her sundress and tucks it under her before sitting. Steve chuckles softly.

“Oh, crapdoodles, I forgot a serving spoon!” Y/N realizes, starting to stand.

“I’ll get it, bunny,” Steve responds as Wanda chuckles at Y/N’s word choice.

“I’m assuming she’s not allowed to curse,” Wanda voices in Steve's direction.

“Of course not!” Steve calls as he riffles through the silverware, “Little babygirls don’t get to curse!”

“What’s your safe word, malushka?” Wanda asks softly.

“Oh! Ummm…red?” Y/N whispers back, “But-”

“Shhh, use it anytime your need, luv,” “Here we are!” Steve smiles, jolting Y/N from her shock. He starts dishing out the food, and Y/N stares at her plate, still confused.

“So,” Wanda starts, “Tell me about yourself, malushka. Steve’s been so secretive!”

“Well, Steve and I met a year ago. I’m taking online classes at a community college to finish my major,” Y/N explains, still confused by the extreme change in subject.

“What’s your major, bunny?” Wanda asks, the corners of her lips quirking up at Y/N’s reaction to the nickname.

“Nursing,” Wanda raises an eyebrow at Steve, and he shrugs.

“God knows the team could use another good nurse,” Steve smirks.

Y/N takes a bite of food, still feeling slightly disoriented. And that’s when she feels it. A hand on her knee. Her gaze drops to her lap, expecting to see Steve’s hand. But she sees…nothing. Nothing but a faint red glow right where she feels the phantom hand.

She stifles a gasp, her gaze flying up to meet Wanda’s again. A slight smile tugs at Wanda’s lips as she lifts her water glass to them. Then, Y/N notices the faint red glow coming from Wanda’s hand. Y/N’s gaze slaps back to her plate, taking another bite to mask her shock.

“What do you like to do in your free time?” Wanda asks like nothing is occurring under the table.

“I-” Y/N starts.

“Eye contact when you’re talking to her, bunny,” Steve chides gently.

“Yes sir!” she responds on instinct. Y/N blushes harder as she meets Wanda’s eyes.

Warm isn’t quite the right word to describe Wanda eyes. It’s somewhere between the realm of warm and scorching, but not in an angry manner. More like enamored. The phantom hand slips up Y/N’s thigh until it reaches where her leg meets her hip. Y/N clears her throat before trying again.

“I like to read! And cook!” Y/N stutters.

“Wow, you really have trained yourself to be a little housewife, Captain,” Wanda laughs softly.

“She is a good girl,” Steve smiles , affection in his eyes.

“So, have you heard about next week’s mission?” Wanda asks before taking a bite of her food.

Y/N holds back a sigh of relief as their eyes leave hers. She takes a sip of water in an attempt to cool the heat in her face. The hand feels exactly like a human hand as it slips between Y/N’s thighs, cupping her bare and dripping pussy.

Steve doesn’t let Y/N wear panties in the house or office, he doesn’t like anything restricting his access to what belongs to him. At that moment, Y/N had never felt such conflicting emotions for the rule.

The warm and steady pressure against her most sensitive parts feels so…sinful yet delicious. Especially with Steve sitting right next to her, seemingly unaware.

Y/N smooths her napkin over her lap to cover the red that moved between her thighs with the hand, just in case Steve looks down. A finger slips between Y/N’s folds and traces a path from her dripping hole to her throbbing clit, over and over again.

Y/N bites down on her lip, but she can’t keep a whimper from slipping out. The conversation screeches to a halt,a dn both pairs of eyes land on her.

“Are you okay, baby? Do you need a break?” Steve asks, sounding worried.

That makes Y/N wonder if he’s in on this plan. Does he know? Surely not. The finger between her folds slows its pattern.

“Yes, Malushka, do you need a break?” Wanda repeats.

No, Steve can’t know. His tone was infused with worry and slight confusion, while Wanda’s holds mock pity and teasing. But the slowing of the sensations and the yes on her both scream ‘Your choice, your choice, your choice!’

“N-no! I’m fine!” Y/N responds slightly shakily. Steve doesn’t look convinced, “Really!” Y/N takes another bite of her food, as if to prove it.

Wanda and Steve continue their conversation where they left off. Y/N crosses her ankles and sqeezes her thigh together in an attempt to lessen the sensation as the finger adds a light circle of her clit to the pattern.

But the combination of added pressure and Steve placing his hands on her upper thigh- seemingly to comfort her- only makes it more intense.Y/N uncrosses her ankles and spreads her legs slightly, hooking her ankles around each leg of the chair. The slight breeze now reaching between her thighs only increases her sensitivity, but it’s less intense than before.

Y/N focuses on her plate; taking careful bites. But when the finger starts gently tapping her clit, she can’t help but thrust her hips up slightly.

“If you don’t stop squirming right now, bunny,” Steve rumbles in her ear, “I will spread you out on this table, and slap your little baby pussy until you have something to squirm about,”

The finger circles her clit, applying gentle pressure to the sensitive nerves. A moan slips from Y/N’s lips, and she slaps a hand over the mouth. Her eyes flicker to Wanda’s before settling on Steve.

“Y-yes sir, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” Y/N practically mewls.

Steve gently brushes her hair away from her face, “Mind your manners, Y/N,” he responds sternly.

“Yes, sir,” Y/N mumbles as her gaze returns to her plate.

The finger repeats its pattern of tap tap tapping her clit, then circling it with increasing pressure. It’s the most intense combination of edging and overstimulation; Y/N struggles to keep her eyes open. She white-knuckles her fork and tries to refocus on the conversation.

Steve and Wanda are talking about the new suits Tony Stark is designing for each of the Avengers. It’s interesting, but as another phantom hand slips 2 long fingers into her tight, dripping opening, Y/N can’t hold it together anymore.

Y/N’s fork clatters to the table, and her fingers scramble to grip the edge of the table. A sharp, stinging slap to her thigh from Steve pushes her right to the edge.

“Y/N, what is-”

“Daddy, please can I cum? Please let me cum, can’t hold it, need to cum so bad!” Y/N blubbers, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back.

Steve stares at her in shock. Y/N’s always been sensitive, but not enough to cum just from a light slap to her thigh. He looks under the table and rips the napkin off her lap, expecting to see Wanda’s hands. But all he sees is a faint red glow. When he looks across the table at Wanda, the same glow tints her now visible fingers. She has an amused, proud look on her face.

“I don’t suppose I’m the one you should be asking, bunny,” Steve croons, leaning back in his chair and gently gripping Y/N’s chin. He forces her to look across the table at Wanda, his command thick in the air.

“P-please can I cum, Wanda? I promise I’ll be g-good! Please!” Y/N begs.

“Cum for me, malushka,” Wanda smirks.

Steve forces Y/N to hold Wanda’s gaze as her orgasum crashes down around her. Y/N’s head drops alittle from the weight of it, and her mout forms an O shape. Sounds Y/N didn’t even know she could create pour from her parted lips.

“F-fuck!” Y/N whimpers as her climax is stretched out by the fingers continuing gentle circle.

Steve clicks his tongue in disapproval, but doesn’t push the matter. Y/N’s whole body goes limp as the aftermaths tremer though her, including her face in Steve’s hand. he chuckles as he has to hold her up.

“You did so perfectly, darling. I just couldn’t resist testing what a good girl you could be,” Wanda purrs, shifting her foot under the table to gently rub Y/N’s shin, up and and down.

Y/N tries to say something, but words fail her and she sinks back into her blubber jumble of bones.

“Shh, good girl,” Steve soothes, standing up and scooping Y/N into his arms. Steve starts towards the living room, but stops when Wanda doesn’t get up.

“you coming?” he asks.

“Are you sure?” Wanda asks, looking unsure for the first time that evening.

“Of course. You don’t get to participate in a scene without also participating in the aftercare,” Steve states firmly, “Even if I didn’t know a scene was going on,”

A smile plays on his lips. Steve settles Y/N on his lap, on the couch, and Wanda grabs a throw blanket to drape over them both. Wanda then sits down next to them and pulls Y/N’s legs into her lap.

“You could’ve at least told me your plan,” Steve chides, though a smirk still paints his lips as Y/N tucks her head under his chin.

“You're right, and I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist when I saw what a pretty, innocent pet you’ve ben hiding!” Wanda responds, “And the surprise was half the fun, wasn’t it?”

“How are you feeling, baby?” Steve asks, returning his attention to Y/N.

“G-good,. Really good,” Y/N giggles softly.

“Did you like all that, bunny?”

“Maybe a little too much,” Y/N admits jokingly.

“That did get you pretty worked up, didn’t it? I can feel how soaked you're through your dress,”

Electricity zips through Y/N at Steve’s words, and her blush returns.

“How’d it make you feel, malushka?” Wanda asks. Y/N thinks for a second.

“Rebellious. And dirty, but in a good…like, burning way. A little confused at first, but really, really good,” Y/N admits.

“My dirty little girl, cumming in the middle of dinner without either of us touching you,” Steve groans.

Y/N wants to argue that Wanda had touched her, just with her magic; and Steve had his hand on her thigh the whole time! But she also values her ability to sit down for the next week, so she holds her tongue. The idea of talking back and being punished does diststanly intrigue her though.

Wanda traces patterns on Y/N’s leg.

“And what do you want now, bunny?” Steve asks, sensing her growing arousal, but not wanting to push her.

“More,” Y/N whispers, squeezing her thighs together tighter.

Wanda tasks and slides her hands up to Y/N’s inner thighs, pushing them apart. Y/N’s dress barely conceals her dripping pussy.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, malushka,” Wanda responds, still gripping her thighs.

Y/N meets Steve’ eyes as if asking for permission before turning back to Wanda. A thought flashes through Y/N’s mind, and Wanda’s smik grows as if she’d said it aloud.

“Do you want me to taste your pretty pussy?”

A feeling of intense embarrassment washes through Y/N, and she can’t help but let a pathetic mewl slip from her lips as she buries her face in Steve’s chest.

“Gods, you didn’t tell me what a shy little baby she is, Steve,” Wanda chuckles.

Y/N hears shuffling and peaks to see Wanda stand up, kick off her heels, and drop to her knees smoothly as the most experience submissive. But there’s something different. Even as Wanda kneels, she emits a confidence and dominance only a top could master.

Y/N squeaks as Steve spins her to face Wanda. Wanda then grabs Y/N’s ankles and places them on the outsides of Steeve’s thighs.

The position feels incredibly lewd as is, but triples so as Steve yanks her dress off her head. Y/N gasps as the cool air hits her flushed, bare skin.

“So pretty,” Wanda croons, rolling one of Y/N’s nipples between her fingers. Y/N bites her lips and arches her back.

Steve slips his thumb between Y/N’s lips, pressing down on her tongue for a moment before pulling her lip out of her mouth.

“None of that. Let her hear you, bug,” Steve mumbles in Y/N’s ear.

Wanda trails her hands down Y/N’s body, exploring every curve and inch. Her fingers faulter at Y/N’s wrists, where her magic restricting braclets sit.

“What do we have here?” Wanda asks.

Electricity sparks through Y/N ask Wanda tugs on the bands.

“No!” Y/N interrupts, snatching her wrists away.

“I’m sorry, luvie. I just didn’t know you had magic,” Wanda responds gently.

“I…I don’t really talk about it. Or use it. It’s too dangerous. That’s why I have the bands,” Y/N explains, sinking back into Steve.

“I know how you feel, malushka. But if you ever want to learn how to control it, I’m here,” Wanda smiles gently, “And just think of all the fun we could have during training sessions,”

Warmth ripples through Y/N at the idea.

“I’ll think about it,” she agrees tentatively, “Please just… touch me now,”

“Can I kiss you, luv?’ Wanda asks.

Y/N looks back at Steve.

“It’s your choice, bunny. I certainly don’t mind,”

“Yes,” Y/N decides, relaxing again as Wanda lifts up on her legs and cups Y/N’s face.

Wanda’s lips are soft against Y/N’s, and her mouth warm. Wanda tonge expertly explores Y/N’s mouth, and she leans forward in Steve’s lap.

Wanda’s lipstick tastes slightly bitter in Y/N’s mouth, but she doesn’t mind it. Y/N likes the idea of be stained in red lipstick everywhere Wanda’s lip touch her.

“Okay, baby, take a breathe,” Steve chuckles, pulling Y/N away from Wanda.

“S-sorry, Daddy,” Y/N blushes, “I got excited,”

“Don’t apologize, malushka. It’s adorable,” Wanda laughs, dropping so her thighs are flush with her calves again. And her lips are level with Y/N’s pussy.

“Relax,” Wanda reminds her before latching onto her clit.

“Ohmygod!” Y/N squeals, griping Steve’s arms.

With Peter, it was so different. He started out gentler, teasing her before getting a little rougher.

Not with Wanda. Wanda drives right in, sucking Y/N’s clt into her mouth and swirling her tounge around it. Wanda’s movements are less inquisitive. She knows what she’s doing, and she know what she’s doing is good.

Y/N squirms her hips around, unsure if she’s trying to move closer or farther from Wanda’s mouth. All she accomplishes is rocking back against Steve raging hard-on. Steve growls in her ear.

“Daddy, can I have a kiss?” Y/N asks breathlessly.

“Of course,” he chuckles.

Steve’s kiss is gentler than Wanda’s. He know every inch of her body and makes it known. But the kiss doesn’t do much to distract Y/N from the intense sensations Wanda is causing. Steve swallows the moans slipping from her lips until she pulls away.

Wanda moves her mouth down, swirling her tongue against Y/N’s opening. Y/N cries out as she slips her tounge into her.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum! Please please can I cum, Wanda?” Y/N begs, grinding against Wanda’s mouth

.“Hold it,” Wanda order before returning her tounge to it’s prior moments.

“But-” Y/N whines, the heat building to an unbearable level.

Wanda pinches her thigh and Steve shushes her. All Y/N can do is lean her head back against Steve’s shoulder and writhe. Steve slips an arm around her waist to hold her in place.

“Please please, Wanda! Please! I need to so bad, can’t can’t, please!” Y/N cries, hot tears slipping down her cheeks. Her chest heaves as she fights to obey.

“Cum now, malushka,” Wanda moans against her, circling Y/N’s clit with her thumb.

Y/N cries out as her climax hits her. Stars erupt in her vision and heat washes over her, all the way to her toes. She thrashes weakly in Steve’s grip as Wanda works her down from her climax.

“Wanda,” Y/N whimpers. She opens her eyes. She didn’t realize she closed them, but she must have. Y/N moans again at the sight below her.

“Doesn’t she look pretty like that, bunny?” Steve rumbles.

“Uh huh! So…fuck” Y/N whimpers breathlessly.

Wanda’s face is dripping with Y/N’s juices, and her lipstick is smudged across her lips.

“If you think I love pretty, malushka, you should see yourself. just look down,” Wanda purrs.

Looking down, Y/N sees what she’s talking about. Y/N’s pussy is still dripping, the swollen folds covered in red lipstick. All Y/N can do is moan at the sight.

“That’s…really hot,” Y/N finally admits.Steve and Wanda make eyes contact, and laugh. Y/N wonders faintly if she’ll get a yeast infection from all the lipstick coating her, but if she does, it’ll be worth it.

“Come on, bunny. Let’s get you to bed,” Steve chuckles.

Steve stands with Y/N cradled in his arms and carries her back to their bedroom. Wanda pulls the covers back so Steve can slip Y/N in the bed. Y/N makes grabby hands at the two of them until they climb in the bed with her. Wanda tosses her blazer to the side before pulling Y/N into her arms.

“You did so good for me,” Wanda whispers, smoothing Y/N's hair out of her face.Y/N nuzzles her face Wanda’s chest and wraps a leg around Steve's. His jeans are rough against her bare leg, but she doesn't mind.

“I told you she was a good girl,” Steve chuckles, draping one arm over Y/N’s waist, and slips the other under Wanda's neck

“Daddy?” Y/N whispers.

“What is it, baby?”

“Neither of you got to cum,” she pouts.

Wanda and Steve give each other amused looks.

“Well, this was about you, luvie, not us,” Wanda points out.

“And you're done for the night, baby. Your sweet pussy needs a break,”

Y/N mumbles incoherent something into Wanda's chest.

“Speak up, sweetie,” Wanda croons, pulling y/n away from her gently.

“I mean y-you two could…you know? If you wanted? And I could watch?” Y/N stutters, blushing furiously.

“Fuck, bunny, that's some ideas,” Steve groans, his cock growing even harder.

“Only if you guys want of course! You don't have to, I just though-”

Wanda interrupts Y/N with her lips, kissing away her anxiety.

“I think that's a great idea, malushka,” Wanda smiles, “that is, if your Daddy agrees,”

“Let's put on a show for our good girl,” Steve smirks.

Author's Note: I ran out of energy while writing and decided to post what I had, but y'all let me know if you want a part 2 of this scene with Steve and Wanda

[saintodo]

nirei is so cute, but i think he would look even cuter if you had a hand around his cock and we’re jerking him off, stopping just short of making him come over and over again until his eyes are all watery and his lips are wobbly. he blushes scarlet when you coo and call him my poor baby before resuming your movements once more. he almost sobs from the relief of you finally allowing him to come, but he quickly gets overwhelmed by the feeling of you steadily moving your hand up and down his shaft. he doesn’t know whether to try and wiggle away from you or to lean into the euphoric sensation. he chokes on a sob when you make him come again, so soon after his first orgasm. nirei knows there’s going to be no reprieve in sight when you giggle lightly and kiss the side of his head, your hand continuing to stroke his cock despite his cries of overwhelming pleasure.

[phantoms-planet]

Barred Protection

Chapter Three

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Sometimes he would try to count in his head. “One, two, three, four…”

He never got past four. He knew that he should be able to, failing math or not he knew how to count, but somehow after four was…impossible.

Danny’s eyes had blurred. For how long? He wasn’t sure. But they were blurred. His ears were blurred too. He knew that wasn’t the right term but thinking a lot was hard anymore.

Something about it was peaceful. No more screams or blood or sad faces; just a constant droning buzz and splotches of color. A part of him wondered if it was permanent. Maybe a part of him hoped it was.

His core felt…

…

His core felt like almost nothing. It should feel like something, right?

A deep breath. Nothing felt good anyway. It felt better than the unbearable white-hot burn and sharp jabs. Soothing like going to sleep after a long day.

“One, two, three, four…”

Danny’s eyes trailed the white mass that appeared in front of him. Was it on a screen? It was big and- Oh. He opened his mouth as he realized who it was. Warm, tasteless mush slid in on a spoon. Danny was met with a snap as his mouth closed too hard again. For a moment he only swished the plastic to get it clean before opening his mouth to let the broken chunk fall.

Moments later another spoonful was delivered. This time he kept from breaking the utensil.

The first few times this had happened his feeder had left to get new spoons, but after that the feeder always had extras. Danny didn’t know how many though.

“One

Two

Three

Four

…”

Had Danny already finished eating? His feeder was gone so he must have been. A sigh slipped out.

When he was sick as a child Jaz would tuck him in and sometimes she would read him to sleep, running her fingers through his hair to soothe him. She would give him tea, and soup, and find nice ways to get him to take medicine that tasted awful.

He felt sick.

“One

Two

Three

Four

…”

He missed Jaz.

“One

Two

Three

…”

Tucker brought games over when he was out of school sick. They’d spend the day trying to beat each other before Tuck inevitably faked losing so Danny would smile. He’d slap Tuck in the arm and tell him not to go easy on him just because of a cold. Danny always secretly liked that he did. Playing with him, the distraction, always made Danny feel more sane.

Sam would bring veggie soup. Tucker would try and argue about it. Their fights would serve as another distraction. Danny always ate the veggie soup. It was no chicken noodle like his mom could make but it was still good.

Sam would sit in a chair near him, black mask with skeleton teeth covering her face, and read him facts about space. Even if he knew most of them it was still comforting. She would read and read, with a soft time that made his eyelids droopy.

“One

Two

…”

Danny yawned. He felt…tired. His eyes had closed long before. It was so peaceful without the sounds of crying.

“One

…

Two

…”

He missed Sam and Tucker.

“One

…”

He wanted Jaz.

“One”

And Sam.

“…One”

And…

Tucker…

-The feeder flinched as another loud crack came from the glowing boy. It was like ice threatening to take you under, drown you in the water it came from. A promise that his breaking point was only getting closer. She prayed she wouldn’t be there when it happened.-

[sketchthetofu]

Tw: Overstimulation/overwhelmed under ‘^^

Oh no! What happened to the silly boi D:!?

[chibishortdeath]

The Vampire Survivors art makes him look so pookieeeee! I made this in like a frantic state of squeeing over it— if that’s a word anyone uses anymore lol XD. In other words, raw emotion in the form of a gif collage. He’s so bestie :3

[heinous-desiree]

YES!!!!! AND THERES SO MANY GOD DAMN POSSIBILITIES!!!! Because like obviously C!Sydney is a fucking chaotic switch sadomasochistic bastard and I feel like Whitney absolutely needs to be bullied into his fucking place and would be shamefully turned on by it oh my GOD. but also both of them bullying You? Or Sydney and You at Whitney’s whims? Or You teasing both Sydney and Whitney? IT LITERALLY WORKS IN ALL COMBINATIONS AND IT’S SO HOTTTTT GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!!!! I’m SO upset at how there’s little to no fanfics of this combo 😭😭😭 and in general Syd is just so fucking under appreciated Im such a simp aggsbsbdbdbd

I know of a fanfic where Kylar and PC dom Whitney and it’s SOOOOO FUCKING HOTTTTTT I need more content of making Whitney a slut bc it’s just. SO GOOD. He ABSOLUTELY gets off on being put in his place that fucking brat.

You make some EXCELLENT points and you know what they say! Be the change you want to see in this world.

M!Sydney, PC, M!Whitney 3some. Dubious consent, bordering noncon, handcuffs, overestimation, mindbreak, fucking Whitney half to death cause I say so.

"F-Fuck-"

When you asked Whitney if he wanted to fuck you on the church grounds, eye narrowed hungrily while you innocently played with your cross. He just thought about making you scream pretty, letting all the other holy prisses know you might have promised your body to God, but you were his.

So why the hell was he handcuffed between you and that library prat?

"Shhh," you hushed him as Whitney choked on another moan. You breathed in the incense that made your world blur and skin warm, you couldn't tell if the fumes had any effect on the delinquent since he was already flushed.

You smiled sweetly as you turned up the vibration on the stroker you were milking him with, watching the little focus he had left break.

"You- nghaaAHH," Whitney jerked forward, only to be dragged back down by the unforgiving grip around his torso. Whitney couldn't get enough air to curse as he spasmed against Sydney's chest, all while Sydney's finger stayed meticulously stretching out his hole.

"Aw, don't cry," you cooed at him. He shuddered out a breath of relief when you pulled the stroker off him, but that was short-lived as you wrapped your hand around his sensitive length. "You haven't even fucked me yet... We've hardly began."

"Hm, we want to test if we can fuck the sin out of someone," Sydney said lowly to his ear, and that tone went directly to his dick. "Ah, you're tightening up again... For your own sake, you need to...

"Relax."

Whitney saw white as Sydney pressed hard at the ball of nerves inside him, he heard screaming and barely realized it was coming from himself as Sydney mercilessly attacked that area.

"You're hard again," you sang playfully. Whitney blinked to see you spread out in front of him, forcing his member into yourself with a small whine. "Syddd, I think he's ready~"

"Wh...What?" Whitney mumbled out as he was set bonelessly on top of you. The fingers left him, and he felt his eyes close. He needed a moment, just a moment. Then he was going to kill you two.

That thought was brutally shoved out of his head as he held still by a bruising grip on the hips and bottomed out in one thrust. "FUCK YOU-"

"Mind your language," Sydney panted as he pulled all the way out to roughly thrust in again, "you're... In a holy place!"

"Fucking bitch-" Whitney felt you wrap around him, moved along with the rough pounding. Whitney lashed out his leg to kick Sydney, but that only caused the thing inside him to pulse as Sydney grabbed his ankle to pull him further open.

"You're going to have to hit a lot harder than that, love."

Whitney bit down on your shoulder before he could start screaming again, Sydney moved in a pace as if he was trying to remold his insides, and the new position let Sydney go deeper than before. Whitney tasted blood, but you only squeezed harder around him.

Damn fucking slut, Whitney thought to himself, feeling the cum sucked out of him.

He lost grip on you after that, dick sliding out of you and having the air knocked out of him by Sydney.

Finally, finally, Sydney pulled Whitney close and released in him with a groan. Whitney was left trembling, breathing harshly. He was too exhausted for this. You two can leave him naked there for all he cared, he's taking a fucking nap-

"More." Sydney pulled Whitney to his side, still hard as he pressed against Whitney's abused hole. Whitney eyes widen as the length went into him again.

"Fuuuucgghhhk," Whitney's arms stretched out, but only heard Sydney laugh. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that bastard lost it.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He was rammed with a new relentless pace, Whitney couldn't see past the stars in his eyes, and he was letting out wet gasps. He could hear you speaking, telling him you love him and praising him for lasting so long.

"His toes are curling, how cute," Sydney voice joined, Whitney felt dizzy from the rush of arousal that made him feel.

You two didn't let up, having him again and again in different positions. His mind fully went blank after he had his knees pushed to his chest and another climax ripped out of him.

At one point, he probably lost consciousness. He only knew that when he was aware again, his feet were off the floor, held up like a rag doll, and still used like a fleshlight.

He doesn't think he can speak anymore, soon he doesn't know if he'll be able to think anymore.

He did his best to slur out "insatiable sluts" as he rid out another orgasm.

[dearestxiao]

xiao... even during sex, he's so restrained. he doesn't think he deserves it, deserves being with you, so he holds himself back, worried that he might lose control over himself or go too far.

he's so attentive over you, he tries to be as least 'selfish' as he can be. even if you offer to take care of him for a change, he'll politely decline. it's not that he doesn't want it, that's far from the truth. it's just that he knows he doesn't deserve it, not like you do. he's surprisingly slow and gentle, taking care of every inch of your body bit by bit, making sure you're plenty pleased before he even lets himself be pleasured. honestly, you're usually overstimulated and out of it before he's even inside of you.

he's so awfully quiet during sex. the most you'll hear from are low whimpers and groans, soft little 'fuck's and 'you feel so good,' and the repeated mumbles of 'i'm yours. i'm all yours' with every thrust as he gets closer to the edge. he doesn't say much else, to your displeasure, at least not on his own. you can usually elicit a bit more out of him if you feed the touch starved side of him. it doesn't have to be anything complex; wrap your arms (or legs) around his waist or run your hands through your hair and he'll whine for you. sometimes he'll ask you 'does that feel good?'' but usually he can gauge whether you like it or not by the way you react. he's inexperienced, but he knows your body well, knows just how to work you and what you like. and he works you well, always.

you can see it in the way he closes his eyes and bites his lips and the way his hips stutter and lose rhythm that he's holding himself back. he doesn't want to hurt you, but fuck, he wants to go deeper, faster, make you take him until you can't, until you're leaving claw marks all over his back trying to slow him down.

please, don't ever give him the permission to just let go, because he will lose control of himself, just like he warned you he would.