#you know he’s happy falling asleep with his cock still buried inside you after too

[kingkatsuki]

You know Sakura has the worst pull out game of all the Wind Breaker men, but also Togame’s is horrible too— although arguably because he’s too lazy to even try.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Headcanons✨

Sub/Switch and you know I'm right! He loves when you call the shots

In a more dominant role, he's extremely gentle, makes sure you're okay throughout

Kissing is a must with him, he loves the feeling of your lips! Your make out sessions could go on for a while

He explores your body with his hands as much as he can, touching every single inch of you. He loves your thighs and stomach the most, but he can never resist groping your tits and burying his face in them

It's extremely important to both of you that you're having fun and laughing, you love being silly together when doing the deed <3

Loves pet names!! For you, it's "(my) love", "sweetheart", "duckling", and "angel". For him, he likes to be called "baby", "good boy", and "Luci"

Loves marking you as his, be it hickies or gentle scratches, he loves knowing you're his (bites down on your neck and shoulder A LOT)

EXTREMELY SENSITIVE, this man gets hard from the slightest of touches! He gets embarrassed but you love it!

Around a 7-7.5 inch cock when hard, normal girth but veiny!

WILL EAT YOU OUT FOR HOURS!! I'm talking non-stop cunnilingus, he loves the taste of you and he loves you bringing you to multiple orgasms! Your moans turn him on to an unhealthy degree

Definitely more of a giver but will never turn down a blowjob from you, he gets SUPER red in the face when you look up at him while you suck him off

He's not extremely kinky but is willing to try most things at least once if you bring it up!

When subbing, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, using him as you please.

Even with his sensitivity, he loves being edged, not being allowed to cum until you say so. He thrives on being brought to the edge only for you to stop moving and have him beg for you to let him cum (his whimpers are EVERYTHING)

He's very vocal! No just with his moans and whimpers, but he loves talking to you in the heat of the moment, king of whispering sweet nothings; "you feel so good, my angel", "my little duckling"

Pegging!!! He's scared to admit at first, but when he opens up about it, you're more than happy to oblige

Always has you cum first, making you feel good is the most important thing to him

When he thrusts into you, it always starts at a slow and gentle pace, only picking up speed when he's close to an orgasm

You always know when he's about to cum, he scrunches his face real tight and his breathing becomes very labored, your name is the only thing he can say

CREAMPIES BABY, all day every day, absolutely loves cumming inside you! He thinks it's super hot when you swallow his cum too

He has a very high sex drive when it comes to you, you could have multiple rounds a day and he's still want more of you!

Aftercare is everything! Cuddles are his favorite, he could be the big spoon or little spoon, depending on how he feels

He loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, peppering kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder, NEEDS to hold your hand and interlock your fingers

But he also loves being held, especially after subbing, he needs a lot of reassurance, he adores when you tell him how much you love him and care for him

Falling asleep in each other's arms is his own version of heaven <3

[jyuansgf]

nsfw content ahead. minors dni.

– how would they react if you ask them to be rough on you as much as they possibly can during sex? with jing yuan, gepard, argenti. + aftercare. cw: rough fucking, overstim, fingering. a bit of fluff on the aftercare. not proofread.

notes: thanks to my friend for terrorising me into doing this /j ^___^ jokes aside, i had fun writing this!! i didn't want to make this too long so i tried my best.. also my rules, tags everything about my blog is up on my pinned. make sure to read them byf please!! if this one actually gets attention more than i intended it to be, i'll make a part two and a genshin one ;___; 

jing yuan — 

i think jing yuan wouldn’t react any differently when you ask him to be rough on you. jing yuan has always been gentle with you ever since you two started dating—jing yuan can be either a gentleman in bed or.. just fuck your brains out? he’s actually anything you can ask for. he prioritises your pleasure and your comfort more than anything else. you want him to fuck you senseless? sure, you want some intense fucking? go for it, you want some gentle fucking as he whispers some sweet praises right next to your ear? or maybe both—he’s just the perfect man for anything. if you want him to bury your head on the pillows as he pulls on your hair and pounds you from behind, he’ll do it, only if you want him to. although he can’t deny the fact that he likes to see you fall apart on his cock, fucking you rough as possible while his fingers are buried deep inside you. as long as he can make you cum before he does, he’s happy. 

after care with jing yuan is one of the things that you two can always look forward to after having your brains fucked out—and trust me, that isn’t the only thing he’s good at. if he’s that good in bed, he’s definitely more than that when it’s after care. first thing he would ask you if there’s anything that hurts or did he go too far on you, he would even prepare a bath for the both of you (no fucking again, he says) and prepare some sweets or your comfort food after your intimate moment with him. ask him to give you a massage or tell you a random story about his childhood then he shall deliver! or if you just want to lay down on bed, he’ll make sure to clean you up if you fall asleep. he just wants the best for you, and he would be willing to give you more. make sure to thank him, the only thing he’ll ask for you is your love and embrace that he can always come home to.

gepard —

i think he would be a bit taken aback by your request, not that he doesn’t want to do it but he’s got some hesitation in him if he can go that far for you. he would be the type to ask you to show him how you want this to happen or set any boundaries, he thinks you’re someone who should be deeply taken care of in bed and he didn’t even think of this doing this with you at all, he does not want to hurt you. but he’s definitely willing to give it to you if you explain to him that this is not going to hurt you in the least.. it is your request after all. rough sex with gepard would definitely start with lots of foreplay, he’ll hesitate but once he gets the hang of it soon enough you’ll also be fucked dumb on the sheets, and he thinks that awakened something in him.. he doesn’t know that you’re the type to like this nor himself. he would often ask you if you can still take more or if you want him to stop, all his pent up frustrations or stress as a captain of belobog guards will all be poured into you that’ll leave you like a panting mess under him. don’t get him wrong though, he prioritises your release more than his, but forgive him if he accidentally cums inside you again and again.. poor guy can’t help himself at all.

after care with gepard would be a 50/50 situation for the both of you, give him time to recollect himself after because he thinks he’s not able to recover after that.. because of how good it felt. he’ll shower you with kisses and praises immediately after and would ask you questions if he did good or if it’s what you asked for. if you assure him that he did not hurt you at all, that’s the only thing he needs to hear. stay for a little chat with him in bed as you both calm down from it, he would start preparing a bath for you two as he changes the bedsheets, a little subtle kisses before going to sleep is how you two would end the night. he would really do anything for you, if you wanted him to. totally thinks he would be up to doing it again some other time. don’t tease him about it though. he’ll blush a bit if you knew how much he liked it, just a bit, he says.

argenti — 

one of the best gentlemen out there, who just aims to make you feel good no matter what. just like jing yuan, i don’t think he’ll mind it. as for someone who just wants to worship your precious body. but of course he would ask you first if you’re sure about doing it, and if you give him a sign that it’s okay, he doesn’t even hesitate on doing so. he’ll be the type to go slow on you at first, tease you until you’re ready to take him inside your warm cunny. then, the next moment you knew, he’s fucking you in such vigorous pace, would make you suck on his fingers as his lips traces over your body, and if he takes you from behind–he would even wrap his hands around your neck just to take a good look at your pretty messy face, he’ll still kiss your tears away even though he’s ramming inside your sopping wet pussy, he’ll switch by using his fingers, cock or his mouth just to overstimulate you. degrading words would definitely come out of his mouth but he does it in his own unique way (if you know, you know). he will definitely tease you but worry not, you don’t even remember how many times he had made you cum already.

aftercare with argenti? my love, you’re in for a treat. i’m sure we all know this man praises everything he sees, but when it comes to you as if he doesn’t run out of words. your afterglow with him would be definitely something, immediately would cradle you in his arm after making your legs tremble from overstimulation, he would press kisses all over your body and not a single spot would be missed. he would even press a chaste kiss on your clit after he cleaned you up, telling you were such a good girl for taking him or any words of praise that he could think of. the bath was already set up even before the two of you started, some bath bombs, scented candles, and petals scattered all over the floor. he’ll bring you some water or any snacks you prefer as he helps you clean up and after the two of you settles in bed, it would always ends with giggles and topics that the both of you share.. and of course, he doesn’t forget to praise you all over again, may he forgive you for falling asleep as he talks about how your body makes him feel good and how ethereal you are. it’s his way of making you fall asleep after all. 

[witchywithwhiskey]

Hi Molly<3

How about captain Syverson and

“be still” - “i can’t” - “yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?”

morning cuddling with the love of your life

pairing: boyfriend!captain syverson x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, morning sex, fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, pet names (bunny), morning cuddles, established relationship taken to the next couple levels 👀

word count: 1,800ish

a/n: ahhh thank you so much for sending in this prompt—and for requesting my second favorite captain!! this one is just pure smut with a very fluffy ending, i hope y'all enjoy!! ♡♡

The sunny spring morning began, as all your mornings had since you’d started dating Captain Syverson, with some sleepy cuddling. You’d only been dating a few months, and he hadn’t moved in yet, but Sy always seemed to end up in your bed—even the nights he worked late—and you enjoyed him being there. You loved falling asleep in his arms and waking up to his warm comfort too much to say anything about it.

That morning, the sun was shining through your bedroom windows and casting a yellow glow over everything. But it was chilly beyond your blankets, the spring day not having yet been warmed by the sun, and you were happy to stay in bed. You were still half-asleep when your fingers started searching for Sy’s broad, warm body, pulling yourself closer once you found him, humming happily when he wrapped his thick, beefy arms around you. 

You sighed contentedly with your face buried in his chest, your body settling into his comforting embrace as you breathed in the woodsy, familiar scent of his skin. The hair dusting across his burly chest tickled your cheeks pleasantly and you shifted closer, hitching your bare thigh over his hip. Because you wore only one of Sy’s t-shirts, your uncovered core pressed to the soft cotton of Sy’s boxers, and you felt his bulge twitch against your warmth.

A little shiver raced down your spine, but you were still too sleepy to do anything about the length hardening between your thighs. Besides, Sy didn’t seem inclined to take things further yet either, as he rumbled a deep snore.

The both of you dozed for a little while, until a deep, reverberating groan in Sy’s chest roused you again. It was only then that you discovered your hips were rocking gently against your boyfriend’s cock, stirring up a heat that crashed through your body as soon as you became aware. A soft gasp left your lips, and Sy groaned louder, knowing you were awake.

“Ya gotta stop, or ‘m not gonna be able to let ya sleep anymore, bunny,” Sy rumbled, his voice far too warm with sleepy pleasure to sound the least bit warning. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his beard tickling your skin, and you smiled into his chest, enjoying the heat curling deliciously through your body.

Stretching up, you reached blindly for Sy’s mouth, your eyes still closed and, after some fumbling, managed to kiss your boyfriend good morning. His arms squeezed you tightly as you kissed lazily, knowing you had all the time in the world to spend the morning in bed together.

“Maybe I’m done sleeping, daddy,” you murmured against his mouth when you broke the kiss. You rolled your body more purposefully, grinding your naked pussy against the bulge in Sy’s boxers and delighted in his grunt of pleasure. “Maybe I wanna feel you stuff that big cock of yours deep in my needy pussy.” 

Sy rumbled a chastising sound. “Christ, the mouth ya got on ya, bunny,” he muttered. Still, he slid his big hand down between your bodies, cupping your pussy possessively and thrusting two fingers inside to test your readiness. You were wet and slick for him, and he dragged a moan from your lips while he fucked you. His tone managed some menace as he growled, “Maybe I should shove my cock into that filthy mouth of yours and show you what dirty girls get for rilin’ up their daddies.” 

“Nooo, please,” you begged, pouting up at him and fluttering your lashes in the way that had Sy’s cock twitching against your thigh, his precum leaking onto your soft skin. “I’m already so wet for you, daddy, would you really deny me when my tight little hole is dripping and begging for you?” 

With a tortured groan, Sy rolled you onto your back, his hips settling between your thighs and pushing you open wide with his broad body. Pulling his fingers from your pussy, he slipped them into your mouth, and you eagerly sucked your own arousal from his skin. 

“Good girl,” he rumbled, the hint of a smile curving his mouth. 

While you were busy cleaning his fingers, Sy shoved his boxers down and lined up his cock with your entrance. He smacked your messy folds with the heavy head of his cock, watching as your eyes went heavy lidded and you moaned around his fingers. He removed them from your mouth and grinned when you let out a desperate whine. 

“Daddy, please,” you begged on a gasp, writhing beneath your boyfriend’s broad form.

Thankfully, Sy wasn’t interested in any more teasing and he pushed into your needy, aching hole. Your back arched up off the bed and you let out a sharp cry, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight cunt. No matter how many times he fucked you, it always felt like Sy was pressing the air from your lungs and rearranging your insides to make room to accomodate his fat cock.

“Feel so fucking good, bunny,” Sy groaned when he was buried inside you, his balls pressing against your ass. For a long moment, he stayed there, his eyes closing like he was savoring the tight warmth of your body. “Christ, I could live in your cunt—ya feel like you were made for me.”

He was so big and hard and hot inside you that you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming, your knees climbing his sides so he could push even deeper into your cunt. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you moaned loudly, your inner walls gripping his hard length like your body wanted to suck him even deeper. You were practically folded in half beneath the beefy body of your boyfriend, but it wasn’t enough, you needed him to move, to fuck you—to empty his balls into you and fill you up with his seed.

“Be still.” The words were little more than an unintelligible growl from your Sy’s mouth. 

You whimpered, your hips rocking up against him, fucking yourself on his cock ever so slightly. Even if you wanted to stop, you didn’t think it was possible—not when you needed him so badly. “I can’t.” 

“Yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?” Sy’s hand gripped your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he warned, his face grim with barely leashed desire. “I’m gonna flood your unprotected pussy with my come and I’m gonna knock you up—is that what you want?”

Even if you’d wanted to lie and tell him it wasn’t at all what you wanted, your body answered Sy’s question for you, your cunt squeezing his cock even harder, like you were wordlessly begging him to put a baby in your belly. But you knew your boyfriend would never do anything if you didn’t say the words, so you forced your mind to focus through the pleasure and delirious need to get the words out. 

“I want it, daddy,” you admitted on a whimper, crying out when Sy pulled back, only to surge forward and make your whole body shake with the force of his thrust. With your confession out in the open between you, it seemed to loosen your tongue and a flood of words fell from your lips. “I want you to knock me up, I want you to put a baby in me—your baby, Sy—I want you to make me a mommy, please, daddy!” 

“Jesus christ, bunny,” Sy ground out as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against your thighs while he thrust deep into your cunt. “Ya want daddy to breed you—ya wanna be daddy’s good little breeding bunny, huh?” 

“Yes, yes yes,” you cried, gripping Sy’s broad shoulders, your cunt squeezing his cock. You were so close. “Breed me, daddy—Sy, please—please!” 

“Fuck,” he grunted, pausing to reposition his hips. Then he was grinding against your clit with every brutal thrust into your cunt and it wasn’t long before you screamed your release. Your whole body clenched tight, making Sy groan like he was in pain as your pussy gripped his cock so hard, his release quickly followed yours. 

Sy captured your lips in a messy kiss, his beard burning your cheeks and chin as hips stilled. You felt his cock twitch deep in your fluttering cunt, and the rush of his come overflowing your pussy, dripping down your ass. You shivered and moaned into Sy’s mouth, your hands clinging to his shoulders and neck while your bodies came together in the most primal way possible.

When you were finally sated and the last of his come had been wrung from his cock, Sy rolled over onto his back, taking you with him. Your bodies were still connected, the evidence of your releases making a mess of the both of you. You sighed contentedly and snuggled into Sy’s chest, a happy smile on your face.

“I s’pose I should officially move in, huh?” Sy asked, a bit of playfulness seeping into his deep, satisfied drawl. 

“You better,” you muttered, putting a little poutiness into the words, which made Sy chuckle. Pushing yourself up, you gave Sy a kiss before pulling away and shooting him a stern look. “Then you might wanna start thinking about putting a ring on my finger,” you said pointedly, arching one of your brows.

Sy grinned so wide, it made his beard twitch. Without looking away from you, he opened the bedside table drawer and pulled something out. You didn’t see what it was until you felt him slip something onto your left ring finger. With a gasp, you finally looked away to see the pretty engagement ring he’d just put on you.

“Way ahead o’ ya, bunny,” he murmured, tipping your chin to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Assuming it’s a yes, of course.”

You snorted. “Of course, it’s a yes,” you said, a giggle of joy in your tone. Then you kissed him again—and again and again and again. 

Eventually, you settled back down on Sy’s chest, unable to keep your eyes off the ring, turning your hand this way and that so you could admire the way it sparkled so prettily in the bright morning sunshine. Already, you were picturing a spring wedding—Sy would look so handsome in a suit beneath an arch of spring flowers…

Your head spun a little with how much your life had changed on that spring morning, but you couldn’t be happier. You were going to become Mrs. Syverson and start a family with your captain—but the best part was that you’d get to start every morning cuddling with the love of your life. 

And you couldn’t wait.

[iliketangerines]

Can you do yandere Bi Han who kidnaps fem s/o who is an half Outworlder who lives in Earthrealm after he kidnaps her, he expects her to show resistance and fighting but much to his joy she is happily compliant because it turns out she's been lonely and she's willing to follow his orders and so he makes her his wife and she later gave him twins eldest twin boy youngest girl who inherited her mother's psionic powers while the boy has his father's cryomancy; personality wise she is gentle and soft hearted her powers is Jean Grey level (Marvel) telepathy and telekinesis and because of her powers Bi Han will always needs her assistance.

underneath my care

a/n: i changed a few things around to have a little more wiggle room, but i hope y'all still like it. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: yandere!bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), yandere themes, noncon, pet play, breeding kink, drugging, kidnapping,

you’re beautiful as you sleep, buried underneath the covers, skin glowing in the pale moonlight, and Bi Han has to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there

because he’s here to steal you away instead

it’s too exhausting killing the people talking to you, watching over you every time you go out to go to work, and he wants you his arms

he wants to fuck you, breed you, make you completely his and unable to escape him

and so, he makes sure you’re completely asleep, happy that the drugs he put into your tea earlier that night had successfully knocked you out completely

he picks you up in his arms, and you look so perfect in his arms

he brings you back to his home, back to a bedroom connected to his own, and he ties you to the bed, hands cuffed to the bedposts and a pretty little collar on you that he can leash

he’s made sure that the collar has his name engraved on it so that everyone knows that you’re his property and no one else's

and he waits in front of you as he waits for you to wake up

when you do, you’re still drowsy, but you can recognize something is wrong, the bed is too big, your hands are restrained and something presses down lightly on your neck

you quickly wake and find Bi Han staring at you, smiling at you when he sees the panic settle into your eyes

but your body is still stuck on the drugs, and you can only let out a pitiful grunt as you weakly pull at the chains

he crawls up to you, hooking your legs over his shoulders and tells you he’s been waiting so long to have you for himself

he kisses the inside of your knee and moans, saying you’re so much softer than he had imagined while grinding his cock into your clothed cunt

he humps against you, and he pants in desperation as you whine and whimper, tongue too heavy to form words

he pulls down his cock and pulls your panties to the side, rubbing your clit to try and get you wet so that he can fuck you

you moan, unable to control the pleasure seeping through your body, and Bi Han watches as your cunt starts to drool onto the bed and soak the sheets

he slides his cock against your folds and pushes his way in, uncaring that the stretch burns and that it hurts for you

he thrusts into you ruthlessly, hips loudly slapping into yours as tears brim at your eyes and fall down your cheeks

you want to cry out at the pain, but Bi Han doesn’t care, just squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs and digging bruises into them as he chases his own pleasure

ice starts to form from his hands, and you whine at the cold temperature

but you can’t get away, and so you can only take his thick cock

Bi Han wants to cum inside of you, get you pregnant, make sure you can never leave his side, that you have to rely on him

he buries himself inside of you, cumming deep inside of you, and he moans as he keeps fucking into you, still painfully hard

you whine, pleasure finally settling through your nerves, but he doesn’t touch your clit, just keeps fucking you on his thick dick

Bi Han keeps fucking you all night, cumming inside of you so many times that his seed leaks out of your abused pussy and stains the sheets

you only come once from the overstimulation of the feeling of his cock brushing up against your sweet spot

he doesn’t care once for your pleasure

when he’s done, he props your hips up and stuff his fingers into your cunt to push his cum deeper inside of you

he leaves you wet and needy before getting off the bed and grabbing a syringe from the dresser and placing it into your neck

you look at him through heavy eyes, and he pets your face and croons that he can’t wait to have a family with you

for a month, he trains you, keeps you needy and wet for him unless you beg for him to give you pleasure

he walks you around the base, clipping the leash onto your collar

he always has you on your hands and knees, ball gag in your mouth and body dressed in a gorgeous blue lingerie set

he trains you to keep his cock warm while he attends meeting, how to greet others by keeping your eyes cast low

he trains you to be comfortable with any which way he wants to fuck you, whether it be when you’re asleep or when you’re awake, and he trains you to always be prepared for him, whether or not you want to

if you even look at any other foot clan member the wrong way or if their eyes linger on your body too long, he kills them right then and there and fucks you while the blood is still fresh on his hands

when he finds out your pregnant, he’s over the moon

he confines you to your personal little room and makes sure you only eat the healthiest of foods to make sure that you produce strong heirs

eventually, he doesn’t even need to drug you to have you compliant and submissive underneath his fingertips, and he’s so so happy

when you give birth to twins, a boy and a girl, he kisses your forehead and tells you he’s so proud of you and that he loves you so so much

you smile and say you love him too with blank eyes, and the last vestiges of your past slips from your mind as you completely become Bi Han’s

[manias-wordcount]

Perfect View (Spike Spiegel)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty-Two: Mirror Sex

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl @rendartgrimson @abellaheart-blog @sachimz @roronoaism @skylardarling @24hour-xixi @spikesbunny @miiiraaazh

His favorite thing to do in the whole world is look at you.

When you’re just out walking. When you started to fall asleep with your head against his shoulder. When you’re playing with Ein. When you’re cooking with Jet. When you’re bonding with Ed and Faye. When you’re just being yourself. When you’re just being with him. Experiencing life. Experiencing a whole range of emotions. Because he gets to witness that too.

And he likes seeing you frustrated and whenever you start to pout. It’s sparking something inside him that just finds the way you look when you get riled up far too adorable for words. He likes glancing over at you when you’re thinking hard about something. Because that concentrated look you get on his face is something worth living for. He likes watching you when it’s obvious that you’re happy and excited. Because that light in your eyes is something worth dying for. But at the moment? He thinks his favorite few of you are the ones he’s looking at right now.

His favorite view of you is watching you struggle to keep your back arched and take his dick from behind all while he gets to watch your pretty little expression from the mirror he parked you in front of.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He mumbled just low enough for you to barely hear over the sound of skin slapping against skin. Right now, he has you lying on his bed on your stomach in front of a large, simply designed, and old-looking standing mirror that you managed to convince him to buy in a heat of the moment decision (on Faye no doubt had influenced you on). But he couldn’t say no to you. He didn’t want to say no to you. So the mirror came home with the two of you for a couple more woolongs than he would really like to pay. Though in exchange, you promised you would do something for him. Something that would make it all better. “Fuck…you feel so good…”

He had no idea that something would include him finding you lying in front of the mirror after he left it in his room with nothing but a pair of panties on you asked if you could make his night a little better for all his troubles. But he wasn’t complaining. He couldn’t complain. Not when the first thing he did before you could even stop speaking was take your panties and shove them in his pocket for later while he buried his face between your thighs. Though that was then. That was back when he thought the most perfect view of you involved looking up at your face while he still glance down at the boobs he desperately wanted to grab and at the clit he had his lips wrapped around. That was then. But now? Now it’s almost a hundred times better.

Now is perfect.

“Spike…” Your voice comes out in a pretty little whine as your pussy squeezes around him. It’s slick with a mixture of your wetness and his saliva from going to town on the best cunt he’s ever seen, so Spike’s cock is able to slide in nice and deep every single time. That means with every thrust, he gets to hear you gasp and moan so sweetly for him. It’s the most perfect sound for him. It mixes only too well with his own quiet grunts as he rolls his hips into your ass and fucks you prone style so hard that the bed is starting to shake. Fuck, he thinks he’s going crazy. He thinks you’re making him go crazy on purpose. Why else would you tempt him like this? Why else would you let him fuck you like this? So he could spoil himself? So he could spoil you? “Spike, it’s- it’s so much…!”

If that’s the case then he’ll spoil you all night if you’d let him. He’d spoil you all night long because he knows it means spoiling himself too.

“I know, I know…” He murmurs into your ear, but he never slows down with his thrusts. You’re getting a little oversensitive. Which means you’re starting to get close. So close that you can’t help but wiggle and squirm and whine a little louder as your hands reach out to grab at just about anything for leverage. If he were a kinder man, he’d probably focus on fucking you faster and deeper, and harder in a way that ensured that you’d have your orgasm as soon as you wanted it. But he wasn’t that kind of a man. He just can’t help himself when it comes to indulging with you. That’s why he’s so quick to shut you down just now as he sees your head start to turn to look at him- ruining his perfect view of your face as it twists up in pleasure for him and him alone. “No, no, no- keep looking forward for me. Wanna see my pretty girl get stretched around my cock”

He pushes your head back into place with his own head as he stares back into your eyes through the mirror. You hiccup back a sob of desperation, but you don’t try to turn around anymore. An action Spike decides to reward with another kiss to your neck as he buries his nose in your hair and he continues to hold your gaze with a heated look of his own. That’s coming as a struggle to you at this point, considering just how tight you’re starting to get for him. But you do at least attempt to hold his stare like a good girl, despite the from that your eyes are fluttering closed every so often and that the string of drool slipping from your parted lips is making your expression grow even more timid by the second. 

But to him, you just look even more perfect. To him, you’ve just become even more perfect. They’re all just signs that you’re enjoying yourself. They’re all just things that make this dumb purchase all the more perfect. They’re all just things that will make it harder for him to say no to you in the future. They’re all just things that add to his view.

So for now, he’ll keep dragging things out for as long as possible. He’ll keep holding you close and stuffing his cock into your nice, warm, wet walls and kiss all over your skin as you squeal and squirm and whine so sweetly for him. He’ll keep making you feel good. He’ll keep making himself feel good. And he’ll keep looking back into the mirror. The stupid mirror that cost way too much for all the stains on the glass and the chips in the paint around the frame. The stupid mirror he’s probably going to have to move into your room right after this. The stupid mirror he wouldn’t have looked twice at if it weren’t for you because you’re little tempting self, making it impossible for him to keep his eyes off of you for too long. He’ll keep looking back into that mirror. 

All while wondering what he did to deserve such a perfect view.

[luvrxbunny]

look at me

Pairing: Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: The way you look at Joel proves to be an issue for him.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.1k

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve ever written, also the first smut so please be gentle

Joel is so in love with you, that you almost don’t know how to handle it. He looks at you like you’re everything to him.. after Ellie of course.

When you first started pursuing Joel you didn’t expect him to fall for you. After all he’s been through you weren’t entirely sure he was capable of loving someone that way, romantically. Nevertheless, you wanted him to know you were interested. You wanted to be his person at least. You figured it was better than nothing, this way you can project your love onto him without him being too uncomfortable. 

You just needed him to know that he was loved by you, greatly.

The results of pursuing Joel were exponentially better than you could've ever hoped for. He loves you back, viciously. After a few months of outwardly loving Joel, having long deep conversations with him, and exchanging dreams, and opinions, he asked you, “Why are you… like this… towards me?” his southern accent drowned in genuine curiosity. 

You answered him honestly “I want you to feel the love I have for you.. I think you deserve it”. You’ll never forget his reaction, the way his eyes widened. The way his chest expanded with his gasp before lunging at you desperate to press his lips against yours. You guys spent the rest of the night on his porch giggling and kissing like kids until you both fell asleep.

It's been a year since then and your love for Joel has only grown since. His love for you exploded, completely consuming him. 

He was closed off at first, still cautious of you and your supposed love for him. He was waiting for you to realize that you were wrong, that you didn't love him. 

That never happened. 

After realizing you were here to stay, his personality flipped.

 He was suddenly all over you, burying his face in your neck whenever he could, constantly wanting to be with you, to touch you. He regularly gets out of bed early just to make coffee and toast for you both. He’s attentive, he listens, and he wants to make you happy. He is caring, he makes sure that you get sunlight every day and that you’re drinking enough water. He likes to take you on walks, explaining things he sees, and the memories he has associated with them. He whispers loving words into your ears without being prompted, he just wants you to know.

However, with this intense love he has, also comes a certain amount of sensitivity he has when getting sexual with you.

You’re bouncing on his cock, your hips slapping wetly into his. He’s groaning out for you as you grind your hips into his desperately. Your face towards the ceiling as you moan out praises of his name. He moans in response “‘Ya like that, baby?” 

You pull your gaze downward as you keep bouncing on his cock. He’s doing most of the work at this point, pulling your hips up and dragging them back down to meet his. “I love it s’much” You fuck yourself on him faster, desperately chasing your release. “Joel- Fuck keep going please” 

You whine at him as you press your lips against his, and heat pools quickly in the bottom of your stomach. You meet his soft brown eyes, currently clouded with lust but he averts your gaze. 

He always does this, you can feel him staring at you. He watches your expression, sorting what you do and don’t like. He watches the pleasure bloom over your features, the way your eyebrows furrow when he presses into you. He watches the way your eyes roll back when he hits that spot inside you that makes your brain shut off. Every time you try to meet his eyes, to show how badly you need him. 

He avoids it.

He never mentions it but every time you guys lock eyes for that split second, his pace stutters. Anytime you try to see him, he opts for looking down at where his cock slides into you. It’s a beautiful sight but you were fed up with not having Joel’s attention.

“Oh look at that, sweetpea” He presses you down more, trying to fit his cock deeper into you. “Look at how well she takes me” He sounds like he's in disbelief, like he hasn't seen it countless times already. “Got the sweetest pussy wrapped ‘round my cock” His words just bring you closer and closer to release. This time, however, you refuse to cum without his eyes on you.

You place your hands on both sides of his head, your thumbs caressing his cheeks while you push yourself upward until it's only his tip inside you. He hissed loudly at the sudden cold air on him. He whips his head up to look at you and your hands lock in place. Your thumbs are placed underneath his chin so that he can’t look back down.  

You hold his face to yours before slowly starting your descent, keeping eye contact. You slide a quarter way down his cock before he’s burying his face in your neck, You stop and pull him back out. There’s a blush spreading across his features and his eyes are getting hazy. “Can’t look in your eyes darlin’” He slurs out to you, his hands wrapping around your waist, drawing random shapes on your back with his fingertips.

His eyes still avoid your gaze. “I’m not moving until you look at me, Joel”. There is a small amount of venom in your voice, frustrated that Joel refuses to look at you. You deflate a bit, hands coming off of his face and wrapping around your torso instead. “Do I look-”

He doesn’t even let you finish that sentence, “You look nothing but fucking amazin’”. A pout settles on your lips at his words, his resistance making even less sense to you now. “Then why-”

“Here” He pulls his face from your neck, all pinkish and warm. He looks directly into your eyes, he looks worried, a little tense. He pulls you forward against his hips. “This what ya’ want? Hm?”

You smile softly at his puppy dog eyes before slowly dropping yourself the rest of the way down. He presses up into you deliciously as you watch all the tension drain from his face. His shoulders drop, and his eyelids flutter almost closing while he lets his head fall back. He’s able to maintain eye contact until you grind your clit against his patch of gray and black hairs, moaning his name gently. His hands shoot to your hips to pull you deeper. His eyes slip shut as he moans out. “Fuck- sweetheart, I-”.  

He cuts himself off with a rough groan when you pull your hips back up. You lean forward to kiss him softly, he whines against your mouth and tries to tug your hips back down. He whimpers out a pathetic little “please.” You gush between your legs at the sound. You crave to give him what he wants… but his eyes are closed.

“Joel?” You speak his name softly, in a daze from how perfect his cock feels inside you, and your hands come back up to his face. You run your fingers along his beard as you kiss its patches.  His eyes open slowly and he gazes at you softly. Once your eyes meet you start moving, as the pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. You whisper out a soft “So pretty” to him. He’s breathing fast and moaning on every exhale. His eyebrows draw up and his mouth drops open. 

Joel keeps his eyes on you, they’re dark, dazed, desperate, and full of desire. Yet still cautious. His hands are frantic, they slide up your back, then back down to your thighs. They come between your bodies to play with your chest, palming your boobs firmly. Eventually, he brings his hands behind your head, slightly mimicking your placement. He pulls your head to rest against his, still fixated on your eyes.

 There’s something primal about the way he’s looking at you, he looks.. hungry. Your pussy clenches around him tightly at the thought. His eyes widen, his chest expands with a gasp, and his lip starts trembling. 

His eyes are still on yours.

 His hands start to shake behind your head, you feel his thighs tense under you. His eyes roll back into his skull as a guttural moan rips from his throat. His forehead is still pressed against yours. Your pussy spasms around his twitching cock before you’re cumming, hard. 

The shock of his orgasm, how sudden it was, the moan that left his lips, the way he was shaking for you. These things have you creaming all over him, a nice white puddle of your fluids dripping between the two of you. Joel is still moaning sweetly in your face as you cum together. He thrusts his hips up one more time with a grunt to prolong your pleasure. 

You both pant into each other's mouths, your hands still on his face and he's still holding your head close to his. Your breaths slow and you open your eyes, his are still closed. You watch him calm himself for a moment, admiring him, relishing being this close. His eyes open slowly and immediately meet yours. 

He looks apologetic.

“Joel?” Confusion laces your voice when you speak his name, he grimaces when you do. You stroke his face comfortingly, sometimes he gets emotional after sex but you’ve never seen him so remorseful.

“ ‘m sorry, sweetheart I-” He sighs and shuts his eyes tightly again. “I told you that I can’t look ‘atcha in the eyes” His sentence ends in a whine and you’re baffled as he continues to ramble, eyes closed. “I can’t handle it,” He says sadly. 

You feel bad but the statement, the sentiment, makes you clench around him. His eyes fly open with a shaking exhale, they flash a warning. You press a soft kiss to his lips that has him relaxing in your hold. 

“I didn’t mean to squeeze” You giggle at his unbelieving face. “I’m serious! You’re just so hot Joel” 

He looks at you as though you’ve lost it. His head tilts in confusion as he tries to figure out what your thought process is. “There ain't nothing attractive about a grown man cummin’ in under 10 minutes” He states gruffly, brows furrowed in slight anger.

“I think there is. Lucky me huh?” You say playfully, smiling from ear to ear as you kiss his grumpy, pouty lips. His angry mask falters. 

“Lucky you?” He asks incredulously, but you sense a bit of honesty in his tone. You press your forehead aggressively hard against his, hoping to get your point across. “I am SO lucky, Joel. You have no idea, my boyfriend is perfect in every way. He’s so perfect for me, I love him so much.”

Very small tears welled in his eyes, overcome with love from and for you. “Babydoll” He whispers against your lips before kissing again. His hands are pulling you tight against his mouth. He didn't believe anything you said but he appreciates that you say them.

You can’t help but wonder though. “Why my eyes?” Joel’s red hue makes a comeback and he looks at you with an almost shy expression.. “What is it about my eyes?” 

“It’s the way you look at me, sweetheart.” You look at him with a confused expression, waiting for him to elaborate. He huffs, exasperated. “You look at me like I’m… everything. You look at me like I hung the moon n’ stars like I’m the best thing in the world.”

You almost laugh. “Joel. That’s called love, I love you remember?” He looks frustrated with your answer. “But it’s not good honey, I’m not good enough for you to be lookin’ at me like that.”

“I think you are, Joel. I’m more unbiased than you are. I can see you for who you are, not what you’ve done. That’s why I look at you the way I do. You make me feel loved and safe, that's all I can ask for” He gets that emotional look in his eye, where he’s trying to be hard but wants to cry. You smile and pull him in for a kiss, which he returns 10 times stronger.

Afterward, you pulled him into your chest for a hug. You guys fell asleep like this, arms around each other, stolen kisses here and there. You guys talked about some things, hands rubbing naked backs. 

Joel’s cock is still nestled inside you, where it belongs.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

Edit: If you think the fic changed that's because it was literally out of order for the first day it was posted.

[chumpsalmon]

Birthday sex (Engineer x reader)

NSFW// little to no exposition sorrryyyy (also angry sex lol)

Since it was my 21st bday yesterday, I’m going to write a very self indulgent fic with my fav character in honor of that!!! Hope you enjoy :)

After staggering in from an eventful night of birthday partying and making your boyfriend slightly jealous, Dell was eager to get you into the bedroom to put you back in your place.

As soon as you guys are clear of any interruptions, Dell rushes to you, pressing his body to the back of yours.

“You think what you did in there was cute, huh? You wanna be treated like a slut then?”

“Wha…are you even..like, talking about…” You say smugly. Your slurred speech spurs him on.

He turns your body so that you’re facing him and makes sure to grab a handful of your hair.

“Anything else you wanna say?”

Before you’re able to get out another smartass sentence, he pushes your head down and into his clothed crotch, smothering your face against his hard dick. He only lifts your head for a second and you’re spouting bratty, teasing comments. It gives him enough time to free his dick and slap it against your jaw a few times before burying it into your throat.

He clutches onto your hair again and starts relentlessly skull fucking you, occasionally grabbing your face and slapping it around.

“Dirty slut can’t even take it.. so stupid..” he jeers.

You try pushing his thighs back so you can catch a breath of air, but he doesn’t let you. You strain against his blows but it only makes him shove his dick deeper into your throat, burying his cock into your face. Tears and spit roll down your face violently, cheeks and lips swollen red as you’re barely able to get a good breath of air.

He pulls out finally, and you gasp for a big breath of air.

“Nothing to say now, huh?”

You nod wearily, giving him a crooked smile as you look up at him. He wipes the corners of your eyes and mouth.

“Good girl..” he coos.

He picks you up again by the hair, still retaining his previous aggression.

“But this still doesn’t mean you’re outta hot water, Yknow that right?” He says, taunting you.

He leads you into the edge of your bed, plunging you face down ass up into your mattress . He pulls off your clothes, practically tearing them off. He yanks your panties to the side and rubs his dick against your soaked pussy.

Normally he’s such a gentleman; So gentle and patient with your antics, always kind and never complains. He knows how to break you slowly, though. He’ll tease you until you’re sobbing for it, torture you with pleasure for hours, but despite everything, the common denominator is still patience. Tonight he let all of that go, months of pent up anger released all at once in this one moment.

He pushes into you, bottoming out fully in you. You yelp at the unexpectedness of the act, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. He lays into you, hammering every inch inside you. He smacks your ass repeatedly while fucking you, leaving bruises and welts. He grabs your waist so hard, you’re sure that’ll bruise, too. He fucks you sober, so hard that you’re barely able to keep up and catch your breath. You’re not minding your volume so he presses your face deeper into the bed.

You try pushing him back, so of course, he holds your arms and puts his whole weight into his thrusts. You begin shaking, and soon go limp aside from clenching around his cock cumming over and over again for him. He uses you as a fuck doll in this moment, not a single regard for your well being.

He starts to get sloppier with his thrusts, whispering that he’s gonna cum. He lifts your head up and you whine, cockdrunk,

“Cum inside me, please…”

He groans and grips your hips, wildly thrusting his cum deeper and deeper inside you, making sure you’re filled.

He topples over you and you turn to cuddle him.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He grins at you.

You’re only able to let out a small giggle before you’re resting your head on his chest, on the verge of falling asleep. He rubs your back to soothe you for only a little bit before both of you are conked out, happy and satisfied.

[voxofthevoid]

Super late so if you’re not taking any more requests, feel free to ignore!

Can i humbly request your favourite scene you’ve written for the fics listed so far?

And for words:

1. Somnophilia

2. Love?

3. Overstimulation

We're still open for business 💗

I've picked pretty straightforward scenes for somno and overstim. Love reminded me that I very, very rarely write Gojou or Yuuji using the words "I love you," and when I do, it tends to be in extremely angsty contexts (you'll find out 😈). There are three(3) instances across all the fics I've written, and two are in the Time Travel Fuck-It. I've picked one of those.

The favorite scene parts are under the cut!

Somnophilia, from (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered

Gojou stops whining, and Yuuji doesn’t notice that until their absence fills his ears with the wet squelching sounds from further below, and then Yuuji doesn’t bother with it, focusing on just the tingling warmth of his breaths on Yuuji’s skin, until Gojou’s palm, also grown harmless at some point, falls off his shoulder and onto the mattress with a barely audible thud.

A twinge of instinct makes Yuuji stop and raise his head.

Gojou’s limp under him, and the shifting of Yuuji’s body makes even his legs unwind from Yuuji’s hips, falling limply open on either side of his body. When Yuuji takes his hand off Gojou’s mouth, prying it away finger by finger, his head just lolls to the side.

His eyes are closed, mouth still lightly parted.

He’s very much alive, chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

He’s just…asleep.

After everything he did, after everything he said, he’s fucking sleeping.

“Are you,” Yuuji says softly, furiously, “fucking kidding me?”

Love, from everything burned, as promised

I wanted to make you happy.”

A tight little noise lives and dies in Yuuji’s throat.

“You’re very silly sometimes, Satoru-san.” He lays his head against Satoru’s shoulder. “You always make me happy. That’s how I knew.”

Don’t, Satoru thinks, even as he asks, “Knew what?”

“That I love you,” Yuuji says simply, easily. The eyes that briefly flit to Satoru’s are dark with knowing. “Don’t worry—I don’t expect anything. I just wanted to tell you.”

Don’t, Satoru wants to say. I’ll ruin you.

But he already has. He’ll do worse.

So he does the only thing he can, kissing Yuuji more gently than an uncaring god ever would, and it’s fine if it haunts Satoru, the taste and the warmth and the look in Yuuji’s eyes, but he wants this boy happy, and it’s not love, but that’s kinder too, probably.

Overstimulation, from (this is also part of the story) how the story changes

Satoru’s bullied to a shaking, shuddering end, but Yuuji doesn’t stop.

His protest comes out high and broken, any semblance of sense shattered by his own wet, ragged breathing. He tries to flinch away, knowing it’s useless but helpless not to try, and all that earns him is a meaner touch inside, where Yuuji’s got two fingers knuckle-deep and hooked, the pads dug into his prostate. It burns with oversensitivity, pleasure sharpened into pain by the orgasm that just tore through him.

It’s worse on the other side, his cock buried in that blistering, cavernous mouth. It’s obscenely open, the teeth kept well away from Satoru’s dick, but when he tries to pull away again, Yuuji brings them a little closer, the two rows just barely grazing the base of Satoru’s dick, and he freezes from head to toe.

“Yuuji?” he chokes out, suppressing a shiver when the teeth stay—a tender, threatening pressure. “Yuuji, let go.”

The thing is that I find it hard to pick a favorite scene because I...forget half of what I've written. Given the sheer number of fics and the word count as well, it's when I'm rereading for pleasure or proofreading for posting that I often find parts that make me go "oh, hey, I like this!"

With that caveat, I've listed very broad, brief descriptions of my favorite scenes from the listed fics. In some cases, the wording is extra vague to avoid spoilers. I'd say these would only make sense after the entire fics have been read.

Deaged Gojou series: there’s a lover in the story (but the story’s still the same)—The kitchen confrontation and table sex

Kidnapping Fic: (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered—The drunken noncon followed by dubcon somnophilia

Incest Vore: your resistance, prophetic self-destruction—Gojou interrupting Yuuji and Chōsō

Drunken Dubcon: break my patience, corrupt my sacred art—Yuuji carrying Gojou to bed and the immediate aftermath

Amnesia Fic: the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too)—The very first scene

Time Travel Fuck-It: everything burned, as promised—The ending scene

Train Groping & Alley Sex: your body language on me tells me to be unholy—The first blowjob with weird metaphors

Surprise Rut: taking the flesh is the only virtue—Nanami waking up to find Gojou in the room

Double Noncon: i could keep your bed warm, otherwise, i’m useless—Kenjaku healing Yuuji

Schrödinger’s Noncon: i can offer you a black-lit paradise—The initial gofushi noncon

Shibuya Swap: (this is also part of the story) how the story changes—Alt!Yuuji rescuing canon!Gojou from the Prison Realm

Doubledong Dickfest: (and he had said) darling, your looks can kill, so now you’re dead—Yuuji lifting and fucking Satoru against the glass

Itaokko Wall Sex: pretty girls don’t know the things that i know—The conversation where Yuuta realizes who else Yuuji's fucking

Role Reversal Cigarette Play: (the euphoric taste of your tears) swallow it, darling—The face-slapping scene

[wickedlittleoz]

Hello! Would it be okay to request Shimadacest somnophilia? :3 Whoever you choose to be the one awake trying to keep quiet maybe and failing so hard, in the end the sleeping one got woken up and then they ride into the sunrise like a happy married couple 🏇☀️

Only if you're comfortable with that theme ofc!!! Thank you! 💞💞

HI ANON <3

sooo in truth somnophilia isn't something i normally gravitate towards/enjoy, but what you described sounded so fun and it's actually very similar to a scene i wrote for jealous, brother? so this might not be super hardcore but i didn't wanna say no to such a kind & respectful request <3 and because i'd already written one with genji trying and failing to stay quiet, hanzo is up for torture the task this time~ i do hope you enjoy it even if it isn't exactly what you had in mind.

thanks for reaching out and please do send more ideas whenever! take care!! <3

this takes place before genji's death. E-rated.

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It's late.

Well, later than usual for Hanzo, whose sleeping habits haven't been decent since father's death. Sojiro made the clan work look easy, the way he had everything under control at all times. Hanzo is learning that keeping it such takes more hours than a day can suffice.

Though there's got to be a limit, he thinks as he shuts down the computer. Pushes up from the chair, stretches; he's too young to have crackly joints, but alas, more time in the office means less time for training and keeping his health in check.

As he exits the room, he unlocks his phone to a dozen messages from Genji. The last one, from about an hour ago, is a picture of himself in front of a mirror. He has a leg propped up on the wall behind it, off frame, so that Hanzo can see the handle of some... toy that's buried in his ass, while his cock is also in the reflection, and it's hard. The caption reads waitin 4 u.

Hanzo sighs as the picture slowly burns into his brain, where it'll most likely remain forever. He really should pay more attention to his phone, shouldn't he.

Well, he turns on his heels and instead of going to his bedroom, he heads towards Genji's. Better late than never is at the tip of his tongue, but when he knocks and steps inside, he finds his brother fast asleep. He looks adorable, a scatter of sex toys around him on the bed, most likely from when he was digging through them, picking which one to tease Hanzo with. Soft and peaceful, and so very handsome, fully naked still.

Hanzo's cock, which had already been incited by the picture, pulses in his pants at the sight. But it's late, very late, and Genji stayed up waiting for him at least until an hour ago, so there is no excuse to wake him up again.

A bitter flavor coats his tongue as he wonders how awful it would be, or how much Genji would hate him if he sat here and touched himself. Something tells him Genji wouldn't hate him at all – in fact, his promiscuous little brother would probably like to know that even when he isn't trying he can affect Hanzo in such away. And Hanzo wonders if that something isn't just his dick, but he's too tired and too worked up to care.

He locks the door and falls onto Genji's bean bag. From this angle he has a gorgeous view of Genji's hole, still loose from when he had the toy inside, and Hanzo can think back to that picture and imagine that it was his cock stretching Genji to this state. Drool threatens to spill down the corner of his mouth at the thought; he can almost taste Genji from memory alone, so long he has spent licking over every inch of his body.

He feels himself sagging into the seat as he begins to jerk himself, relaxing at last after a long day of work. Sure, he wishes these were Genji's hands, or his mouth or his ass, but the smell and the sight of him will do for now. Little breathy moans escape him and Hanzo bites his lips; he has never really been a loud one, but there's something different in the thrill of having to be quiet. Genji stirs, but doesn't wake, and he sighs.

This bedroom evokes so many memories of time spent here, not as kids, but in this new era of their lives. The one where Hanzo comes to Genji for sex as well as everything else, and vice-versa. Drunk nights and sober nights, angry nights and soft nights, laughter and moans and crying and shouting. They've done it all. And flashes of such moments cross his mind, building on his pleasure, on thoughts of how perfect Genji is and how he wishes the whole world could see it, see Genji, see them.

Hanzo comes with a choked groan, gaze snapping upwards the ceiling, his mouth frozen around the sound that he tries to swallow, but can't manage. He fully melts into the bean bag, throwing his head back and just breathing. He could sleep here, he thinks; he shouldn't, but he could. He feels so relaxed. He can't believe he did something as disgusting as jerking off to Genji when he's asleep and unaware, and somehow it felt so good.

Fuck; he thinks he says that out loud. When he finally shuffles to his feet and starts tucking himself in, his eyes slide over to the bed and-

"Was that good for you?" Genji asks. He's turned onto his back now and his face is still marked from sleep, eyes barely open, but he offers that lewd smile that got them into this mess of a relationship, years ago.

Hanzo freezes in place for a second, caught red-handed, but Genji just laughs. "Come here. I've been waiting for you all night."

He reaches out a hand and Hanzo has no choice but to take it, kneeling onto the mattress and shuffling closer to Genji's body.

"You're wearing too much," Genji complains in murmurs, fingers quick to undo the buttons on Hanzo's waistcoat, then his shirt, shoving it all off his body. Hanzo lets him, always does anyways, but for now his mind is foggy with exhaustion and an orgasm and downright guilt. That is, until Genji takes his chin and pulls him into a kiss.

"You're doing it again," he whispers into Hanzo's mouth and Hanzo knows exactly what he means; Genji always says that he gets too much in his own head sometimes, overthinking even the most inconsequential things. He sighs and almost starts an apology, but Genji kisses him again.

Then it's easy to move onto Genji's body, to awkwardly shove down his pants until they're both fully naked and he fits between Genji's parted legs like he belongs there – which he does. It's easy to kiss down his throat and clavicles, and taste the skin that he'd wished so badly to touch mere minutes ago.

"What took you so long?" His voice is a whine or a moan, or something in-between, as Genji rakes his nails up Hanzo's back.

"Work."

"You work too much," the usual complaint. "That was so sexy, Hanzo..."

Now, that second part is unexpected. He pulls back only enough to find Genji's eyes.

"What was?" He asks, frowning.

"That you were touching yourself right there, at the foot of the bed," he breathes and his hands are suddenly all over Hanzo's shoulders, chest, face. "Were you thinking of me?"

Hanzo's cheeks are burning before Genji is even finished with the question. The things Genji feels comfortable saying are so wild to him. But they can talk to each other like that, when no one's listening.

"Who else could I think about?" He clears his throat, blush deepening as he forces himself to add, "After, um. That picture."

Genji chuckles softly and never in Hanzo's whole life has he seen anyone, anything prettier. "You liked that?"

He just nods, so Genji, something cheeky and proud in his eyes, adds, "Got that toy after the first time we slept together and for weeks I thought you'd never look me in the eye again. It's exactly the same size as you."

Hanzo doesn't know quite how to react to all that information; the memory of their first time and the period afterwards is bittersweet enough. He'd felt so guilty, falling into physical desire for his own brother, that he'd avoided Genji for days, until he couldn't anymore – sure, he could ignore Genji's presence, but it's impossible to run away from his own thoughts and his own feelings, and everything in him ached for his brother.

But to know that Genji procured a dildo that would match his cock, specifically so he could pretend that he had Hanzo when he didn't... He feels dizzy with how fast blood rushes down to his dick, and Hanzo doesn't think much anymore, just pushes one of Genji's knees to the side and slides right into him. He fits right in.

Their gazes still locked, he gets to watch as flames rise in Genji's eyes, as pleasure makes his brows twitch. He smiles, heaving warmly against Hanzo's mouth. "Nothing like the real you, brother," is a whisper and probably the most honest thing Genji has said all night.

Hanzo feels himself losing control of his thoughts; Genji always knows what to say or do to get him to this point. He presses his mouth to Genji's as his hips pull back, only to slam back in. Moans lost in their throats as he refuses to let the kiss end, hitting home with each thrust. Genji's legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into Hanzo's lower back like he wants more.

More?

He pulls back and off Genji, who stares at him in confusion. "On your hands and knees," he says darkly and immediately a grin spreads on Genji's face, who takes no time at all following Hanzo's order. Offering himself like a treat, even reaching back with one hand to pull his cheeks apart. Hanzo grabs his wrist, pressing only hard enough until he hears a moan, then directs Genji's hand to his own cock. "Touch yourself," he tells him and once again Genji obeys, and when Hanzo pushes into him again he grabs a handful of green hair and tugs.

Is that good enough, he wants to ask, but doesn't manage because Genji cries out, probably loud enough to wake up half the house. He groans, too, can't hold it in anymore. Pulling at Genji's hair to the side so he can see how his face twists in pleasure, how he sniffles between moans, how his lips tremble when he begs, "Harder, Hanzo, harder!"

Hanzo would give him the world when he asks like that. He tugs harder at Genji's hair and pushes his hips faster, to begin.

Genji comes first, with all the stimulation, toppling on the bed. Hanzo lets his hips down gently, flips him over; he lays on his back, legs spread wide, mouth hanging open for when Hanzo looms over him and together they jerk him to completion. He tries to aim at Genji's mouth, but it gets all over, and they laugh in breathy chuckles.

He sits back and just breathes for a moment. All things considered, Hanzo thinks himself a very lucky man.

Once he finds some strength in his legs, he gets up and heads to Genji's en suite, returning a moment later with a damp towel to clean up his brother. His eyes flick to the window; outside, the sun is beginning to rise.

"Sorry I kept you up all night," he says as he gently wipes sweat and cum off most crevices of Genji's body. He means it. This is his life, not Genji's; his brother gets to be spared of this awful legacy that was put onto Hanzo's shoulders.

"Do it again whenever," is almost a demand as Genji tugs the towel from Hanzo's hand, tossing it aside and pulling him down to the mattress.

Hanzo hugs his waist and lets Genji rest on his chest. He has to get the new day started soon; there are meetings to attend to and sales to be made. But that's a problem for future Hanzo. For now, he rests with his whole world right here in his arms.

[shorkbrian]

Street Cat hybrid shoto seems to like you so much, even more than he likes his owner Momo

When you come to see momo, he is 24/7 by your side, following you around all day long, touching you and your things, licking your neck just like he always did since he was a lil baby cat *W* and even worst, he still cries when you have tô tô home!

Why aren’t you his owner? It was you who saved him, but you couldn’t have a hybrid at your apartment, so you left him with your best friend.

It was you who made him more human. Without you, shoto would be still living in the street. But how could he feel at home when his home is you?

One day, Momo sends a message asking you to take care of him while she works for a few days in another country. She says he only wants you, and gets pissy and teary when someone else comes

You are happy to help— i mean, things are being so stressful at your new work! It has been a week since you saw Shoto.

It just happen that you carry so many new smells

Shoto doesn’t like that >:(

(This is a prompt/request. Feel free to change things or deny this shit. I just want some beastial sex with yandere shoto who cries while humping your pussy bc he finally feels at peace)

hoooooo my gosh 

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, scenting, thoughts of watersports)

Hybrid Shouto who’s long and lean, milky skin scarred and marred in places from the various fights he’s had while living on the street.

He’s got enough muscles to crush you when he hugs you, to put significant weight on you when he tries to cuddle up in your lap as you talk to Momo. 

You’re close with Momo, having fun “girls night” when you and Jirou go over and drink wine, do each others nails, and talk about whatever been’s going on that week.

Shouto never interrupts, is always quiet as long as he’s by your side, purring when you scratch behind his ear, stretching out so he’s sprawled across your legs where you’re sitting on the floor.

Jirou and Momo think it’s cute how attached the hybrid is to you, coo at him whenever the hybrid jumps to follow you around Momo’s house, touching everything you touch, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, hovering one step behind you like a clingy shadow.

It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with Shouto clinging to you, jaw set, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he begs you to stay, just a little longer.

So “girls night” turns into a fun sleepover, no big deal.

It’s adorable when you wake up to find the hybrid curled up at your feet, tail tucked around his body as he snores softly, ears twitching. When you go to make coffee, you bump into Momo, and barely begin telling her about the cute occurrence, before Shouto is padding into the kitchen, frown on his face, immediately jumping towards you.

Crushes you in a hug, pushes you against the counter as he comforts himself by stroking your shoulder, licking at your neck. “Thought you left...” The hybrid whines.

It’s easy to see how much he cares for his savior.

When Momo asks you to watch him, of course you say yes. He’s easy to please, with an even temperament and hardly any bad habits. You’d say his worst habit is his clinginess, how you can’t even go to the bathroom without the hybrid lurking outside of the door, waiting for you to get out so he can be close to you again.

But it seems he’s developed some unsavory traits living on the streets, as he pushes you to the floor as soon as you cross into Momo’s home.

“You smell different.” And it’s not a question. The hybrid’s cold nose is tickling your skin, first at your hands, then your throat, ghosting over your face before he drops down, pushes up your shirt a little so he can nose at your stomach.

“Hey! Shouto wha-”

“You smell awful.” He hisses, tail puffing up, ears flat against his head. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize.... I’ll go shower and change right now, okay? I’m sorry Sho’, I forgot you have such a sensitive nose.”

That calms him down a little bit, until you’re locking the bathroom door, Shouto stuck on the outside while you turn on the shower.

“Please let me in, I won’t look, just want to be close to you.” Comes his soft voice, and he sounds so sad, so plaintive, and you find yourself biting your lip.

“No, Shouto, I would like some privacy please while I shower. Afterwards we can cuddle or something, alright?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door, which is a tad worrying, but the quicker you can shower and change, the quicker you can go comfort the sensitive hybrid.

You find him curled up in his bed, buried underneath his blankets, frown on his face. It’s easy to slip in behind the hybrid, snuggling up against his furnace-like body heat.

No words are spoken, but the hybrid turns, buries his face into your neck, huffing and chuffing against your skin while you try not to squirm from the sensation. His little kitten licks tickle, especially when he starts grooming you, rough, textured tongue pulling rhythmically at your skin.

He dips too close to your chest, licking over your collarbone, but it’s innocent, harmless. Cats do this to each other when they feel safe, when they have a bond. You know Shouto is probably just trying to self-soothe after being left home all day. You know he’s a needy hybrid.

Shouto moves to lick at your arms, and that tickles even more, and you can’t stop from squirming and giggling a little when he licks at the crease of your elbow. Next thing you know, he has both of his slender, pale hands wrapped around one of your own hands, stuffing a few of your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them.

You’re gasping in shock, surprised as you feel his fangs scrape over your flesh, the sensation strange and unexpected. “Shouto-!”

But the hybrid has his eyes closed, nose wiggling a bit as he falls into a rhythm, muscles relaxing as he settles down.

Another self-soothing gesture, you figure.

Today was a long day, and it doesn’t take too long before you get used to the unusual sensation of the hybrid’s tongue working over your fingers; it’s easy to fall asleep.

But when you wake up from your nap? Chaos.

Your shirt was askew, half your chest exposed, nipple pebbling in the cold as a neatly manicured hand rested over the meat of your breast.

The shorts you had slipped into out of the shower were still in place, but you were able to clearly feel the meat of Shouto’s erection as it rubbed against your mound, the hybrid’s hips stuttering forward as he panted above you, resting on an elbow.

He was gasping into your neck, quiet little breaths and held-back moans, trying not to wake you up.

But as soon as you got your bearings, began pushing at the hybrid, not even sure what to feel in this situation; Shouto lifted his head, blinking slowly.

“Want you to smell like me.” Is all the explanation that he offers, completely unmoving even as you get your hands underneath his chest and push.

“No-no, stop it, stop it right now Sho’.” Your voice is filled with panic, scratchy from sleep, weak.

Shouto shakes his head, buries it back into your neck as he starts licking at your skin, trying to comfort you, soothe you, calm you down. “I can’t...” But you knew what he was really saying, what was really running through his mind. I won’t.

The hybrid doesn’t settle until you’re drenched in sweat, wet and sticky from his cum as he’d pulled his cock out of his sleep shorts, came on your stomach, and thighs, and all over your shorts.

It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, how much you tell him that it’s wrong, how obviously unwanting you are of this treatment, Shouto doesn’t care.

Cum gets smeared on your face, into your hair, rubbed messily into your skin as Shouto nuzzles against you, purring as you tire from fighting him, grow limp underneath him, eyes staring blankly ahead as he violates you.

A small part of himself wants to go even further, to spread his seed into your mouth, down your throat, into your stomach. Shoot it deep into your womb, make you sticky and wet on not only the outside, but the inside too. An even worse, disgusting part of himself, a voice that Shouto refuses to listen to, gives him an urge to mark his territory in a primal, animalistic way.

Piss all over you, your belongings, until no one will come near you without smelling him.

Shouto wants you to smell like him, to smell claimed. By the time he’s done with you, it won’t matter how many showers you take - you won’t be able to rid yourself of his scent.

[saintlike78]

um hey love, i just wanna say that i absolutely adore your writings :D can i request a poly mauraders x reader fic, where the reader's actually uncomfortable when they're being rough & degrading during sex. she likes it when they're gentle but she never really said anything bcs she wanna make them happy. but one day she can't take it anymore and said her safeword. so basically just lots of comfort after that. i hope it's not confusing. thank you so muchh <3

I can’t [Poly Marauders]

A/N: I just saw this request and I instantly had to write it! Thank you so much, I can totally relate, being a little vanilla bean at heart. I was actually thinking of maybe writing a pt. 2 with some very fluffy gentle sex, lmk if that’s something you would want to read <3

Pairings: Poly Marauders x Fem! Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), mention of cum, bondage, degradation, face slapping, spanking, use of safeword, crying, overstimulation, reader being in pain bc of rough sex, dom! Remus, dom! Sirius, dom! James, sub! Reader, polyamorous relationship, fluff at the end. As always lmk if I missed anything.

NSFW starts just below the cut!

“Take it you dumb slut,” James groaned out as he hit another slap on your already burning red ass.

The slap had you jolting forward, Remus’ cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Your hands were tied behind your back and held up by James as he rutted into you - you were absolutely out of control in this situation.

Beside you Sirius was pulling at his own cock, his lips connected with Remus’s as they lazily made out, chasing their releases.

Your body was aching, your stomach pulled tightly together as another orgasm approached, the pleasure had long ago subsided, the only thing you felt was pain. Your cheeks were red and marked with handprints from the countless times the three boys had slapped you.

You had never told them that you didn’t enjoy it quite as rough as they did - it was fine sometimes, but most of the time you loved praise and soft sex, but that was obviously not something they wanted, so you pushed through despite yourself to please them - not wanting to lose them.

With a loud groan and without warning Remus’s cum shot down your throat, prompting another gag to surface.

He pumped a couple of times, riding out his high before he pulled out and leaned down to be level with your face. Grabbing ahold of your cheeks and squeezing them he scowled, “go on, swallow!”

You didn’t dare to disobey, so you swallowed and stuck out your tongue to show him that you indeed weren’t to be punished.

“Good,” was all the scarred boy said before gently tapping your cheek and moving back to make out with Sirius.

Moans were spilling out freely, now that Remus’s cock was out of your mouth, and you had an opportunity to breathe.

Your enjoyment didn’t last long as another hard slap was delivered to your ass and then one on your face - one from James and Sirius.

You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you whimpered out, your lips turned into a pleading pout.

Sirius leaned down, his face stern, “yes you can, and you will… no more complaining, dumb little slut.”

Your heart stung at the name, but you made no move to go against them; it was all for them.

James’ cock twitched inside of you, and he quickly pulled out and came on your back with a loud groan. The hand that was holding the restraints let go and you fell forward into the mattress with a dry sob.

Your break was minimal as not even ten seconds later you were being flipped around, laying uncomfortably on your tied hands. Sirius was between your legs and didn’t even give you time to comprehend anything before his cock was buried deep within you, his hips moving quickly to achieve his release.

Another slap, hips snapping into yours painfully, your hands bound tightly and painfully behind your back, and your orgasm not even close to feeling good – it was all becoming too much.

You were trying so hard to keep it together, only Sirius needed to cum and then you’d be done.

You were being so good, keeping everything in; that was until Remus’s hand was around your throat, Sirius’s hand landed another painful slap on your cheek and James’ thumb was rubbing fast circles on your clit. The pain and emotion were too much, and you finally snapped, tears of pain flowing freely down your cheeks.

“Red! red, red, please, red!” you exclaimed, chanting your safeword like it was the only word you knew.

As soon as the word hit the boy’s ears Sirius had pulled out and stepped back awkwardly on his knees. Remus was quick to find the knife they kept to cut your ropes. James had pulled your body up so that Remus could free your red and aching wrists. You threw your arms around James’ neck, and he pulled your body onto his lap, holding you tightly against him.

Your mind was fuzzy and sobs escaping from the back of your throat, small pleas leaving your lips as well. ‘Please, no more, I can’t’.

A pang of guilt hit all three boy’s chests as they listened to you sob into James’s chest, your entire body shaking.

Remus was the first to speak, his soft voice trying to calm you, “shh, it’s all right, it’s over now, Bunny.”

You pulled your face away from the safety of James’s neck, your face streaked with tears and your eyes red and puffy.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry… we can keep going if you want, I’ll be good,” you rambled out, scared that they would be upset with you for stopping.

Sirius grabbed your face, his thumb wiping away the tears, “Stop apologizing, we don’t want to continue since you obviously weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“We always want you to use your safeword if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, that’s why it’s there… you did so good for us, such a good girl for using your safeword,” Remus continued on from Sirius, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“But… Siri didn’t finish,” you muttered meekly, looking down, which was quite hard since Sirius was still holding your face.

“That doesn’t matter, Puppy… you’re way more important than a stupid orgasm,” Sirius said, lifting your face so you were forced to look at him.

“Can you tell us what happened?” James asked, needing you to tell them what caused you to cry out your safeword for the first time.

Sirius let go of your face, giving you room to tell them what had happened.

“I don’t really know how to say this… uhm… I love you all and I really enjoy it when we… uhm… you know… have sex… but I know you all like it quite rough and even though it’s fun most of the time… I kinda like it when you’re gentler… I’m sorry, we can still do it like this, but just a little less rough,” you mumbled out, not really knowing how to properly formulate what you wanted to say. Your eyes were downcast again, your fingers were pulling anxiously at one another.

“Oh, bunny… why haven’t you said anything before? If you don’t like something you have to tell us… sex is for all of us to enjoy and it’s not fair for you if you’re the only one not enjoying it,” Remus said sadly, having had no clue of your unenjoyment.

“I’m sorry, I just… wanted to be good for you, but this time it was just too painful.”

“It shouldn’t ever be so painful that you’re not enjoying yourself… please, please, please always tell us – and stop apologizing, you were being good for us, you’re always good for us,” Sirius said moving so he could hug both you and James, Remus following not long after.

“You want to take a bath and cuddle, pretty girl?” James asked softly, to which you nodded enthusiastically, causing a light chuckle to leave each of their lips.

You had bathed, your body washed, and well taken care of thanks to your boys insisting that they “had to” wash you, to make sure that all your pain was gone.

You were currently laid in-between Remus and Sirius – James between your thigs, insisting that they were the best pillows and that it was mostly for your comfort.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Sirius whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek. You turned your face to look at him, a smile on your face as you leaned in to kiss him.

“I love you.”

Turning to face Remus the same sentence was voiced and lastly said to James, who was falling asleep as your fingers carded through his hair and massaged his scalp, soft snoring noises escaping his slightly parted lips.

“We love you too,” Remus whispered before moving closer to mush you against him and Sirius.

Tags: @dracosafety, @teenwolfbitches28, @justadreamyhufflepuff, @emma6712-blog

[1987vampire]

Proxies x reader NSFW HCs

alot of these scenes will actually most likely end up in this story im writing lmao, so stick around if you want to see them fleshed out

Let's get the obvious beginner out of the way.

Toby is a tits man, Brian likes ass, and Tim is happy with whatever (he likes tits more he just doesn't want to be rude)

Now, let's start with Toby

Toby is the most submissive bottom you will meet in your life.

Has slipped a bit too far into subspace a few times, and you've had to stop immediately once you realized.

Motherfucker just wants to be dommed and dommed hard. Just tell him what to do, please.

Has the biggest fucking mommy kink (which contributes to his love for tits because the motherfucker will lavish those bitches like no other when given the chance)

Also has the biggest praise kink you will ever see. Has came embarrassingly fast because you called him your good boy.

99 percent of his knowledge of sex comes from porn so,, he's going to have to be retaught most everything.

Has definitely groped your tit too hard on multiple occasions because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Surprisingly good learner, though. Just wants to make you happy.

He's the best one for quickies out of all of them only because he cums extremely fast while still prioritizing you.

(He makes up for how fast he cums by how many times he can do it. Motherfucker will paint you white all over before his body gives out. Plus, his CIPA makes it to where he can't feel the burning in his legs as he fucks you for hours. Has literally kept going until his body gave out because you wanted him to.)

All the boys have very specific thoughts on oral. Toby will give or receive, whichever makes you happier, but when he's allowed to go down on you, it's like you're his last meal.

It's one of the only time's he'll disobey your commands because it doesn't matter if you've already came three times??? He's still eating, lady, shhh.

Tried to dom one (1) time. Not doing that again. Dude started crying half-way through because he thought he was hurting you and your feelings by ordering you around.

You had to pause and take a bath with him afterwards while he calmed down. He spent half the bath blubbering into your neck and apologizing more times than you could count.

Now, Brian is the exact opposite of Toby.

You asked to try and let him be the bottom a single time and he fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next day.

A little shithead who loves blowjobs. Will give you head, but much prefers you on your knees with him stuffed so far in that he’s tapping the back of your throat and you’re gripping his thighs while he uses you for nothing more than his pleasure in the moment. 

Will mix degradation in with praise like he's been doing it his entire life. Has given you whiplash multiple times because of it.

He's so loud, too. Toby is whiny and begs, but this dude is in your ear with low grunts and groans, his voice spilling the foulest words he can think of.

Has you seeing stars while mumbling into your neck shit like "your pretty little pussy's taking me so well - like you were built to be my cocksleeve. Just a cumslut who takes whatever I give you. Look at you, all fucked out of your mind, pretty little baby. Can't wait to paint your fuckin' insides. It's what whores like you deserve."

He's also the best at aftercare, though. You normally have to take care of Toby after, and Tim does jack shit unless needed.

Brian, though, has his dresser packed with shit to take care of you with after. Will bathe you, dress you, tell you little reassurances, make sure you're okay.

He's also best at knowing when to stop. He can sense your hesitation as if he's the one feeling it.

Because of his dirty mouth, he's had to break off sessions early a few times. The biggest was when you started crying halfway through him fucking you missionary, and not the kind of crying he liked (because let's be real, this motherfucker loves to see you cry and beg to cum.)

He had called you a whore a few too many times through the session, and you had taken it a bit too close to heart (it was something that hit a bit harder than needed since you were dating multiple men at once.)

He spent the whole night cuddling you and reassuring you that he didn't really mean it. He loved you, they all did, it was just for the roleplay. "Stop crying, pretty baby, we're okay. I'm not actually mad. Let me see a smile, c'mon, doll."

Also, let me mention that because y'all are so fucking loud, Tim has banged on the door quite a few times trying to get you to calm down.

Tim made the mistake of grumbling to himself during dinner one time in front of you and Brian that 'you're so fucking loud it sounds like you're recording a goddamn porno in there.'

If you hadn't been choking on your food so hard, you might have noticed the sly grin that crossed Brian's face, though it was brought back later when he ended up filming you quite a few times from that night. It wouldn't be posted anywhere - fuck that, you were theirs, and no one else's.

(he did accidentally share a video of you cumming to the group chat all four of you were in on accident while sending cute pictures of the two of you. The mortification of hearing your moans come through the speaker of Toby's phone while he stared at it dumbfounded was enough for you to not talk to Brian for a whole week. It didn't matter if they had seen you like that before, it was still embarrassing!)

(Brian didn't tell you that the other two - Tim especially - had been sent worse videos than that.)

SPEAKING OF TIM.

Let's get started with this man. Tim is the laziest motherfucker known to man but it is nice. 

Really, he’s not lazy, he’s just tired a lot, and he doesn’t want to put the effort in the fuck you senseless when you’ve got two others for that. 

He prefers sleepy fucking where you’re both half-out-of-it and breathless. He enjoys both of you on your sides with him spooning you, his hips moving just enough to give enough friction for the both of you to cum after a while. You can and will fall alseep right after with him still buried inside of you.

Speaking of, what’s the best way to get y’all’s sexual tension out while still being lazy (besides just making you ride him which he does very often) ? Cockwarming. 

He won’t even just do it in bed when it’s the two of you. He’s shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to slip out and pushed your panties aside (since you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear. I mean, what did you think would happen?) and made you sit on him in the middle of the living room while the other two were lounging around, too distracted to notice. 

However, if someone does notice (Especially in the beginning because you were horrible at hiding your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing from understimulation) he would not hide it.

“H-hey, y/-y/n, what’s-sss-s with the f-fa-face?” Toby had asked innocently one night while you were all watching TV together. You knew Tim was smirking behind you as he lifted the hem of the big shirt just enough to let Toby know what was going on. Boy blushed so hard and covered his eyes, smacking his face harshly in the process, and Tim and Brian snickered (because of course Brian already knew.)

Cockwarming also means that the second you finally - finally - start fucking, it’s over for the two of you in less than a minute, your fingers clawing at him as you finally get your release after hours. (the longest he’s made the two of you wait was four hours because we’re watching Toby’s favorite movies, we can’t interrupt him, now can we, darlin’?’

He’s also a huge fan of facesitting. Not the biggest fan of receiving blowjobs only because it makes him feel too vulnerable, but he could have you sit on his face for hours and not complain, his hands gripping your ass tight enough to leave bruises as he laved his tongue over your clit over and over. 

The only - only - times Tim has fucked you rough was when it wasn’t even really him. You had been half-asleep with your back to him one time as he rutted into you slowly when you suddenly felt yourself flipped so you were ass up with your face being pushed into the mattress, his hips jutting at a speed you didn’t know he could reach.

You didn’t even have to look back to know that Masky - his alter that didn’t show himself too often around you - had taken over. 

During getting fucked that time by Masky, you ended up so deep in subspace, trying to please the man you didn’t get too see that often that you let him him rip orgasm after orgasm from you until you couldn’t think straight and you entered a space where all you felt was pleasure, and you couldn’t even see straight.

You were brought out of it by Tim pressing a cold rag to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings to you as he tried to get you to come to, apologizing profusely for letting it happen. You had just grinned and - though your voice was thoroughly fucked up from screaming - told him to let Masky know he could do that again any time. Tim had gotten so flustered that he walked out of the room for a few minutes. 

Speaking of alters real quick.

Tim and Brian are the only ones to have them - Masky and Hoody respectfully, of course - and they come out around you very little. Hoody comes out more than Masky though, and you can tell the difference in how quiet Brian will get. 

Hoody and Masky have fucked you both separately and together (so have Tim and Brian but we’ll get to that in a second)

Masky loves you ass and prefers to have you in doggystyle over anything while Brian’s love for blowjobs is only intensified in his alter who will have you gagging on him until you almost pass out. He’ll give you a moment to breathe in just a second, just hold on a little longer, okay?

Hoody is almost always silent besides grunts that let him communicate with Masky. This is apparent even when you’re not fucking, and the three of you have to teach yourselves how to decipher the man’s made up language. 

Masky is quiet too, but will grumble to himself more than anything, calling you the worst name’s he can think of while he slams into you so hard that you don’t even have to move yourself to give Hoody a proper blowjob, his grip on your hips and force of his thrusts are enough to have you bouncing back and forth quickly. 

It’s not like you could really move anyways, not when Masky’s picking you up by your thighs and holding your hips up as he plows into you.

They love spitroasting but have definitely done double penetration even if you complain that you’re not prepped. Who cares? You’re obviously ready for it, look at you already cumming even though they haven’t moved. 

Now, as for threesomes and or foursomes

Nine times out of ten, Toby is too embarrassed to do anything in front of the other two. Maybe if you coax him enough, reassure him that nobody will judge, he might join in for the night, but it’s an incredibly rare occurrence. Watching Brian boss you around is enough to make him squirm. You were supposed to be in change, not him? But there you were with your tongue sticking out as you rolled your hips against Tim, ready to fit either of them in your mouth. The other can always take another hole. 

Toby not wanting to join doesn’t really both the other two though, and though it’s still not as common to have a threesome compared to one on one, Tim and Brian are always ready to share. Especially when you look so pretty whining into the air as you take both of them at once. 

You don’t mind if Brian takes a few photos, right? I mean, just look at you! This is a perfect moment to capture. Ignore the fact that you’re now Tim’s home screen, your pretty tits out in the open as his cock is buried inside of you, Brian’s hand gripping the flesh of your hip. Why wouldn’t he want to see it all the time?

The same applies to them as their alters. Spitroasting is their absolute favorite, though Tim prefers it if you ride him while you slobber all over Brian instead of him having to use his energy to fuck you into oblivion. 

They love double penetration as well, but once they tried to fit both of them in your pussy instead of one in your ass and you came so hard that you passed out. It’s brought out on special occasions after a l o t of prep.

really, overall. you have a boy for whatever mood you're in and you're literally never horny because the second you mention it someone is on top of you.

[tobesoalive]

Josh Kiszka NSFW Alphabet (Smut Headcanons)

ok....so I've been wanting to do one of these for a while and I may have gotten a little carried away. This is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written, please forgive me. let me know if you guys wanna see more stuff like this, maybe with the other boys? idk anyways enjoy!!

Warnings: Everything....

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Josh likes to stay inside you for a minute after he finishes, either burying his head in the crook of your neck or pressing his forehead to yours. Once you are both ready to part, he immediately goes to get you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to clean you up, making sure you’re doing okay. Sometimes one of you will suggest to clean off in the shower or soak in the bath for a little bit, and the entire time he’ll hold you close and press kisses to your temple, cooing words of praise and telling you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Josh loves his mouth, how it can give you passionate kisses and whisper praises, but also bring you to an orgasm so easily. He loves your hands, the feeling of them roaming the expanse of his skin, how they look wrapped around his cock, and the tingle he gets when you tug his hair and claw his back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There is nothing Josh loves more than being buried deep inside you when he cums. He loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him, loves to see his seed leak out of you when he’s pulled out, using his fingers to fuck it back into you. As far as your release goes, what he loves most is feeling you fall apart on his tongue, tasting your release turns him on more than anything.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Every once and a while the thought of you dominating him crosses Josh’s mind, specifically pegging. He had kept his longing a secret for the first year of your relationship but accidentally let it slip one night, but you informed him you’d try it out if he really wanted to. It became an activity you two revisit every couple of months.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has some experience under his belt - I mean he is a famous musician - but nothing too crazy. He had about five or six partners before you, but most of his experience he gained with you. Both of you had vastly improved your game over the course of the relationship, and you knew each other’s bodies like they were your own.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Every position quite honestly, but he especially loves when you ride him. It allows him to gaze up at you and get the perfect view of his length going in and out of you, the sight often causing him to throw back his head and let out a throaty moan. Truly Josh loves any position, but especially the ones that allow him to see your face and the expressions you make. He still likes to have you on all fours every so often and also spoon you while lazily pumping in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on the day, but most of the time sex with Josh is light and playful. Giggling is a common occurrence from the both of you during the act, and you will catch Josh with a smile on his face quite often.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Josh prefers to keep it natural down there, only trimming every once in a while if things get really out of hand. He has a dark happy trail leading down from his belly button to a lighter patch of brown curls on his pubic bone that surrounds his length. In addition I think Joshua doesn’t really care what his partner decides to do for their grooming, actually I believe he finds it extremely hot if they keep it natural down there because he thinks you were made perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Most of the time he is extremely intimate, only being taken out of the moment if there’s a lot of other stuff on his mind, or if he is particularly stressed, but he is a very romantic and attentive partner for the most part.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Let’s be honest, Josh has a very high sex drive, and that can be a bit of a problem when he’s on tour or when you’re not around. He takes care of himself by thinking of you, porn isn’t really his thing, if he’s gonna have some sort of visual aid it is going to be photos/videos of you, his favorites being intimate polaroids he’s taken of you that he keeps hidden away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Whooo boy, there are a lot of things this man is into. I’d love to go more into detail on each one of these, so maybe one day I’ll write a piece on these. To name a few, Josh is into hair pulling, light choking, period sex, squirting, mutual masturbation, praise, edging, domination, i really could go on forever.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bedroom is always the top choice, but you guys like to get creative, you’ve done it in the shower, bath, car, backyard, restaurant bathroom, empty field at night, secluded hiking trails, his childhood home, and when you guys are very impatient he’ll bend you over the kitchen counter or prop you up on the arm of the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn this man on, he’s so insanely in love with you that everything you do gets him going. Sometimes on stage he’ll spot you in the crowd, seeing you dancing and singing every word, that’s something that really gets to him, and it takes everything within him to not run off stage and fuck you right then.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Josh wouldn’t wanna do anything that puts you in pain, he hates seeing you suffer and would never want to do anything that hurt you, no matter if it would feel good for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There is nothing more beautiful than the face Josh makes when you take him in your mouth. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, grinning with his perfect teeth and sticking just the tip of his tongue out. His moans and words of praise are angelic as well, and the way his soft eyes gaze at you as you swallow his release. As much as he loves your mouth, he prefers to have his on your core. God that man eats your pussy like it’s last meal. Lapping and sucking at your clit, alternating between dipping his fingers and tongue into your tight cunt. He could-and has- cum from just eating you out, it brings him just as much pleasure, and his mouth waters thinking about how good you taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s all of it. It depends on what mood you’re in but this man will make slow, passionate love to you in the morning, fuck you fast and rough in the evening and everything in between.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Josh doesn’t mind a good quickie every once in a while. If you have somewhere to be 10 minutes after he gets home from the studio, no problem. Man can make you cum in less than five minutes, and he does not hesitate to demonstrate.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yassss Joshy boy loves to take risks, as long as you’re comfortable. If you propose an idea and it intrigues him, you’ll be trying it within the next five minutes. That’s part of what makes your sex life with Josh so satisfying, you two aren’t afraid to switch things up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually two is where Josh taps out, but sometimes you two decide to stay up all night smoking, talking, cuddling and fucking. Times like those he can go about 4 or 5 rounds. When you two are both home he fucks you at least twice throughout the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You own a few toys that you both use, together or alone. After he left for tour once Josh bought you a vibrator so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Sometimes he’d pull it out while fucking you, just to hold it on your clit. That usually ended with you making a big mess and Josh being extremely satisfied.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Josh likes to tease you a little bit, but he actually enjoys it more when you’re the one teasing him. He likes still being a little submissive.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Much like on stage, Josh is loud in the bedroom as well. Between his throaty moans and grunts, he also is constantly talking to you. He responds to your sounds by saying “Yeah, you like that?” and “tell me how good it feels” and so much other dirty talk because he’s a cocky little shit. He’s also big into praise, whether that be praising you or getting praise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If there’s one thing that makes Josh feel totally elated, it’s making you squirt. The first time he did it was totally unintentional, he was just eating you out like usual, but his fingers curved a certain way and you bursted. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he became obsessed with making you do it over, and over, and over again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man has a beautiful dick. It’s about 7 ½ - 8 inches long with some nice girth to it. It leans a little to the left and has a nice curve to it, and it has some veins that rub your walls deliciously. He used to be self conscious of his dick but you assured him it was perfect and it never failed to please you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Have you seen how hyper this man is? You briefly mention something or even say the word “sex” in a sentence and his clothes are off.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on the day, but for the most part he likes staying up for a little while to talk with his arms around you, eventually quietly thinking about how lucky he is before drifting off.

[sluttyten]

sicheng, 10

Sicheng + “you’re mine. and i’ll make sure you don’t forget.”

“You’re mine, right?” Sicheng asks you one quiet night. He’d been asleep the last you checked, and you were playing with his hair as you sat up in bed watching TV.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” You brush your fingers over his cheek, and look down at him to find he’s already looking up at you. “And what are you talking about? Asking if I’m yours? Who else’s would I be? You are my boyfriend.”

Sicheng hums happily. “I was just dreaming.”

“What kind of dream?” You comb your fingers lightly through his hair. “A good one?”

Sicheng sits up, reaching up to clasp your hand in his against the side of his head. He turns his head to the side, brushing his lips against your wrist. He explains, “You were leaving me.”

“Well, I’m here, and I’m not planning to go anywhere.” You sigh gently as he continues kissing along your forearm. “Must’ve been a bad dream to make you all affectionate like this.”

His mouth skips over to your shoulder, tender. “Don’t like the thought of losing you.”

“Sicheng,” you twist your hold into his hair lightly, dragging his mouth up to yours. “What are you talking about?”

You’re not going anywhere. Even if he doesn’t understand the full extent of that, you don’t understand how he could think that you would leave him. You’re here. You’re in his bed. You’ve been with him for ages now, you’re in love with him. The only thing that makes this worry over your loyalty to him make sense is jealousy.

And now, as he moves over you, as you both slide down the bed so you’re lying on your back, you smile at him. “Was I leaving you for someone else in that bad dream?”

Sicheng scowls.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You laugh. “Who was it? One of the guys?”

You watch the green light of jealousy growing in his eyes. You prod him a little more, just wanting to see where you can push him.

“Oh,” you laugh again, “It was one of them, wasn’t it? Which one, I wonder? I mean, I’m close with Kun, so maybe he’s the one that would be able to—“

Sicheng crushes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. “You’re mine,” he all but growls. “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”

Sicheng has a thing for marking you up—living hickeys staining your skin, fingerprints bruised into your hips from holding too tight, raw red marks on your wrists and ankles from ropes that were just a bit too harsh on your skin, and the pretty drag of nails over your back or thighs or shoulders. He likes seeing his mark on you, and you like having them there, little reminders every time you look in the mirror, every time you feel the little twinge of sensitivity. Little reminders that he’s yours.

So the prick of his jealousy drives him to ravage you in the best way. His lips burning across your collarbones, chest, shoulders, over your breasts and ribs and your stomach.

“You’re mine,” he tells you when he comes back up for a kiss, and you cling to his hair, holding him there to taste his jealousy, rich on his tongue. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“You gonna tell them?” You ask him. “Or are you going to let them hear me? Hear how good you make me feel? I’ve overheard Kun, that time when we came home early, babe, and he could—“

Sicheng slaps his hand over your mouth. “Hush.”

You open your mouth, attempt to say something else, but then Sicheng reaches down and grabs your ass. “Mine, baby.”

He flips you over smoothly, dragging your ass up by your hips. You moan, rolling your ass back against him. Sicheng palms your ass, thumb dipping down in that crease, down to your pussy.

“You know no one else can make you feel as good as I make you feel, baby.” He plays with your pussy, massaging your ass, grinding against the back of your thigh where you can feel him growing harder and harder as you push back into his touch and do your best to not let him hear the needy moans you’re holding back, let him think he needs to give you more.

And it works because he does give you more.

Sicheng’s tip presses against your entrance beside his thumb, and he just stays like that, not moving, just teasing you with what you could have, and at last you break, at last you moan his name.

“That’s what I thought.” He sounds so filled with pride as you moan and attempt to twist around to look at him, but then his hands are on your hips with his bruising grip that you love to feel still the morning after, and he thrusts into you.

“Mine, you’re all mine. I don’t want you thinking about anyone else.” He leans forward to say the words directly into your ear. “When you feel my hands on your hips still tomorrow, and when the bruises from my lips linger in your skin for a week, you’re gonna think of me, baby, won’t you? Not Kun. Not Johnny. None of them. Just me.”

Each word, he punctuates with a deep thrust, the smack of skin on skin. He straightens up, giving himself a better angle to drive you wild.

You get off on the ripple of slight pain as he drags his nails from your hips down the sides of your thighs, as he starts fucking you with sharp snaps of his hips against your ass.

You reach under yourself to touch your clit, and your moans leave your lips in raspy breaths. Your body rocks forward on your knees with each thrust, and the headboard of the bed rattles against the wall, loud enough that if anyone else was home in the dorm tonight, they would definitely know what was going on. But it’s just you and Sicheng, just the way you like it.

Sicheng cums first, quicker than you expected, though probably driven there by his jealousy, the idea of leaving you marked up and dripping with his cum. He pulls halfway out, so when he draws back to sit on his ankles, his cum oozes out of your still desperate to be filled pussy.

“No, no,” you moan, clenching, trying to hold his load inside you.

“You want more? Want my cum in you, stuffing you full? Say it, baby. Say it and I’ll give you more.” Sicheng drags his fingers between your legs, collecting his cum. “Whose are you, baby girl?”

“I’m yours. Only yours.” It is something that was never really in doubt at all.

“That’s right,” Sicheng says brightly. “All mine. Now turn over for me.”

You fall into your side, twisting quickly into your back with your legs still spread for him. Sicheng fingers his cum back inside you, swirling his thumb against your clit while his fingers keep working his cum back into your needy pussy, and when he’s satisfied with that, he takes his fingers away, and fills you with his still erect cock again.

Your nails drag over his shoulders and back, surely marking him up in your own way, and he buries his head against the sensitive skin of your chest, sucking and biting. His hips clap against your ass, and your thighs and hips ache as he pushes your legs higher and farther apart so he can hit deeper and

You cum with a cry of his name, fingernails pricking his skin, and that sharp pain brings about his second orgasm. Your bodies keep moving together on auto, chasing after the sweet ecstasy of each other, until at last Sicheng slips out of you, and he falls to the side, trapping one of your legs beneath him.

“How was that?” He asks you, “Do you feel good? You did good, looked so pretty on my cock. Took me so well.” He strokes some of your hair back out of your face, kisses your cheek. “I just hate the idea of you not being mine. Please, don’t ever leave me.”

“I love you, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about, Sicheng.” You kiss him again, pressing against his chest, sliding your arm over him. “I am at my happiest when I’m with you. In every possible way, I’m happy, and I know that I belong with you because like you said, I’m yours, but you know what, you’re mine too. You’re like the other half of me, the stars to my sun, the light to my dark. You’re mine, too Dong Sicheng.”

“I’m yours.” He kisses you, and squeezes his arms around you, embracing you tightly to his chest. His heart beats against yours, his stomach and chest and legs are so close to your skin that there’s not a space in between.

You know in the morning your chest will be covered in bruises the shape of his mouth, and you know that you should really check out the scratches you left down his back, but for now you stay like this, tangled together in each other’s arms, hearts pounding and happy in the knowledge that you belong entirely to each other.

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[dawn-petrichor-world]

Personal sleeping aid

Summary: Another episode of Insomnia takes you.

Warning: fingering in v, p in v. Essentially fluff.

A/N: @holylulusworld as you can see, it's on and as I said I made a few modifications. My first smut, I'm so happy. Okay, it's really short but I planned another one much longer. Anyway, enjoy.

392 words not proofread.

Middle of the night, you’re trying to sleep, rolling and rolling on the bed but your eyes are still wide open while next to you Bucky is sleeping like a baby. No more nightmares since he sees a therapist. Lucky boy.

You sit on the edge of the bed, your elbow on the top of your tight, your head in your head, you’re tense and angry yo not being able to sleep because tomorrow you have plenty of important things to do.

Bucky is stirring and mumbling behind you, eyes half open half close, then leans on his elbow because instead of hugging you, he finds the other side empty. He clearly gets what’s wrong.

The cold of his metal hand makes you flinch when he grabs your shoulder and pulls you onto the bed. You groan in disapproval and try to stand off the bed but he grips you so tight that you will probably have bruises tomorrow.

He starts to give you a soft kiss and slides his tongue into your mouth to play with yours. He sets you up on him, puts the same hand on your cheek and rubs the back of your head. Then with his other hand spreads your legs on his sides and automatically your feel Bucky’s waist wiggling between them and you reply to him. He rips off your pantie and plays with your cunt to make you wet and then fingers you. You are so drugged by his kiss that you barely can push him away from you.

A few seconds later he gets out something big and hard from his boxers that slaps your ass and you finally understand it’s his cock once he inserts it inside the lips that not your mouth. When he lifts his hips wanting to be deeper, you both moan. He grabs your waist tightly with each thrust that he gives, you bury your nails in his shoulders’ skin. After a few minutes, you finally come together.

He wraps his arms around you while he moves out of you and heard you snore. He kisses your cheek or ear, who knows, you literally fall asleep after coming.

“Good night, love.” He whispers with a smile on his face, always delightful to help when you need it even though you never ask for, and he falls asleep too.

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