#PRAISE KINK ADAM PLEASE HE DESERVES THIS

[aluciahaz]

Sub Adam who had been a brat all day and reader punishes him by edging him and making him beg for forgiveness 🙏🏻

he would try so hard to not give in but once he does it's nothing but sobs and whimpers, begging his mommy to let him cum and to call him a good boy<33

LETS GO!! i have to admit this is super long, sorry!! i feel like my fics keep getting longer and longer cause i just start throwing a shit ton of metaphors for no reason 💀💀 im trying to work on shortening them!!

burns good

—adam x gn!reader (reader’s gender not specified but term mommy is used)

—includes: mommy kink, crying, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

“come on just—stop, ngh! stop fucking with me-EE!” he jolts as you touch his cock again with your feathery touch before writhing against the ropes that bind him to his chair.

it’s been an hour of this. and although his words may be sharp, you can tell he’s losing his edge.

“maybe if you used your manners, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” you spit out, grabbing his face roughly to force him to look up at you, fire still behind his eyes.

you’ll extinguish it soon enough.

“why would i need to? i’m a legend—AH! ha, fuck!” he shouts as a quick slap from your hand stings his inner thigh, making him shiver in pain, but his flushed face shows his true emotions.

“you’re a slut, that’s what you are,” you say with venom, and the shudder through his body showed that your words ran through his veins like fast poison. he gazes up at you in almost awed disbelief, unable to respond with a witty response.

“you love it when i treat you like this, huh? is that why you act out all the time? acting like an asshole just so i can put you in your place? answer me.” you seethe, your fingers digging into his legs until they bruise.

his bites his lip, not wanting to confess the truth. but he can’t lie. not when you’ve got him cornered like this.

“maybe—NGH! fine! okay—yes—i do it on purpose for you to—fuck—to do this shit to me! happy?” he admits, his back arching as you touch his cock once more, teasing adam with the finish line that’s so far away.

“good boy. see? that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” you see his hips try and buck up from his seat and quickly move your hand away, enjoying the pathetic whine of aggravation from him.

“now all you need to do is say it nicer! come on, you can do it,” you say, smirking at his hesitation. but his uncertainty wasn’t due to your patronizing tone, no. he wasn’t collected enough to catch onto that.

it was the subtle praise. the encouragement. he did something right, he’s getting your attention. good attention.

it makes his head swivel in delight, and even though he’s reluctant to follow through with your request—his pride was on the line!—he opens his trembling lips, his shaky voice conveying a lovely message.

“i act out so you…you can punish me, and—hnn—so you can drive me crazy, i—i…” he takes in a deep breath as you watch him intently, smiling at his confession. it only spurs him on more.

“i need it, please—mommy, please!” he begs weakly, yet his eyes scream for your help. they shine with tears from overstimulation, but what’s more noticeable is the pitiful desperation in his look that overrides his crying.

you can’t help but want more. he was pretty rude this week.

“please what? use your words, baby,” you coo, watching him battle between his ego and desires. his small whimpers as he tried to figure out what to do were adorable, but soon, he looks straight up at you, the victor clear.

“please let me cum!” he begs, his voice crawling into a high-pitched whine. it’s desperate, it’s sweet, and it only makes you want to play with him more.

“oh, but…baby, you don’t deserve it.”

those words were enough to make him wail and shake in his seat, but the feeling of your breath right against his ear and your harsh punishment sent him flying into a true spiral of delirium.

“nononono PLEASE! i’ll be good i’ll—hic—be…” his arms push against the binds frantically, trying to break out of them to just do something. anything.

for a few seconds.

“AH! hm—ngh! fuckfuck—!” adam’s voice is almost non-existent with half of his words filled with the raspiness of pain and the airiness from unrequited yearnings as another lash runs against his leg, red blooming on his skin.

god, he wanted you so bad. he wanted you to touch him, to make him feel special, to just let him cum after what seems like decades. he needed you to help him because even without these ropes, he knew he would never be fully satisfied without your hands on his skin.

but he had to serve penance for his actions. no matter how sweet he wailed, no matter how much he writhed, he had broken a covenant of sorts between him and you. and he had to learn that yes, his unruliness will not be tolerated, even if he begs—

sorry is not enough.

so you keep getting him close to the gates of heaven, only for him to fall back down from seeing stars. each time, he would cry without fail, and each time, his attitude would crumble.

now, there is no hesitation when he pleads for mercy, there is no question as to whether he should follow what you say, and there are no thoughts of defiance corrupting his mind. he was as unchastely pure as one could be, following every sinful demand you say.

you call him all sorts of things. slut, whore, pathetic, giving him whiplash from how kind you were earlier. it makes him cry earnestly, just wanting any semblance of praise to feed off of; to taste the sweetness of love that danced between your words

“i need it—hic—i—please, please be nice to me! m-mommy, mm! i’m so sorry! imsosorryplease, i’ll be a good boy—please, stop being so mean!” he sobs, shaking in his chair as you refrain from giving him what he wants.

adam’s voice quivers, and his breath hastens. his eyes are lidded like he’s inebriated, and he is. he’s drunk off of your words, your demeaning, cruel, vicious words, and they only motivate him more to beg for your forgiveness like a sinner at church.

when you speak again, he feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest, the thorns of your piercing words completely burning away with the warmth of your blessing.

“you’ve been so nice to me for quite some time. perhaps you can be good after all,” you observe with a hum, watching his eyes sparkle with excitement.

“yes—yes i can!” he says frantically, trying to persuade you to do something more. to let his head soar into the clouds and get dizzy from the height.

there was a brief moment of pause as you pondered if you should give in to his pleas, but considering it has been a while, you don’t mind handing him a brief blessing. one that will slowly grow further and further, his brain distorted by the constant pleasure that you put upon him. until he cries and says he can’t cum anymore, and the overstimulation was making everything feel too much.

too good. too perfect. perhaps heaven was overrated when things like this existed. when you existed with your perfect hands running over his body, kissing his neck with delicacy and following it up with bites filled with carnal pleasure.

it was a thought that’s crossed his mind plenty of times. well, when he’s able to think. as you let him cum, your fingers now around his cock as he thrashes in his ropes, screaming and wailing as you keep moving your hand, his legs trembling as you ruin him so well.

“w-wait! wait too much—ngh—fuck! mommy, please!” he squeaks, his whole body shuddering with his sobs as he tries to collect himself somehow, but he can’t fight this sensory overload. not even with the experience of being the first man.

there’s a certain feeling burning inside of him. like a flame that was comfortably warm, yet was flickering too high out of the fireplace, signaling danger. but he can’t stop getting closer, even if it melts his ability to think in the process. the burn of lust was just too good.

he didn’t even try to fight the fire, not even caring about his appearance as he begs for you to both stop and keep going, unsure of which poison to drink from.

yet, as he was engulfed in the divine flames of your sinful blessing, he couldn’t help but feel a bit happy as he sniveled, his tears glistening against his skin. you were giving him so much attention. it didn’t matter that the pleasure was intertwined with pain, it was just a more direct sign that you had all your focus on him, and that’s all he ever wanted.

“ngh..i can’t—i c..can’t…” he says weakly, his voice practically fading into nothingness. at some point, his position changed to him lying down on the bed, still completely tied from limb to limb. but you thought that after cumming for the third time, he deserved a more comfortable environment for the rest of the night in order to soften the cruelty of your hands.

and although his voice is cracking at the seams, and his body is at your complete mercy, the mere action of you having him moved to the bed made his heart swell. it was that slight affection that made the sting on his thighs feel so nice, the almost overbearing heat of your body over his feel so loving.

“you’re doing so well. come on, just one more for me, baby,” those words were the sweetest things in the world. it made every red mark and each brutal remark worth it.

“mmn…okay—AH! mommy!” he keened, weeping as his legs jolted up just barely, too weak to even react properly as your fingers delved inside of him, quickly finding the spot that made him shiver all over.

“so—so much! i feel—i can’t—!” his eyes shut tightly as he cries, unable to put his thoughts into words. but you’ve been here time and time before, his words aren’t necessary to understand what he’s thinking.

he begs with his tears, says ‘i love you’ with the arch in his back, and screams that he wants to cum against all odds with the dazed look on his face, his eyes slowly opening to show a man who’s lost the inability to speak with words, but fluent in the language of bliss.

as he cums with a silent scream, barely anything coming out of his used cock, you watch as his eyes run to the back of his head. you watch how his whole body stiffens in a single moment before becoming limp, pleading for you to take care of it.

you can’t help but oblige, gently removing the ropes that bind him, kissing each angry imprint of love on his body, and whispering words of well-earned praise to your angel.

adam can’t cry anymore, yet if he could, he would, as being overwhelmed with love and care was just as intense as drowning in lust and desire.

he feels so vulnerable, yet he enjoys it wholeheartedly. it allowed him to get pampered like some sort of royalty. perhaps he should start doing this more just to get treated like this.

but when he suggests for you to call him ‘king’ the next day you put him back in his place, rolling your eyes in annoyance. he never learns, but he doesn’t want to. your lessons felt so good after all. why would he want them to stop?

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @mvskedxrtist @drlucichen @luciferspetduck

[tteokdoroki]

Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

What kinks/fetishes Saw character would have

Warning : minors don't interact/read, smut/kinks, they all have a female partner

Characters : Mark Hoffman, Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Eric Matthews

Info : Again something for Saw and what can I say exept. Have fun reading like I had my fun writting it ;)

masterlist

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Mark Hoffmann

Degradation = He would love to degrade his partner in a game for small mistakes or when she teases him at work. The way his knuckles turn white when he imagines what he would do. As soon as they are alone and he takes her, whispering in her ear in a harsh voice and reproaching her for what she has done wrong. Knowing that with every word she tightens around his cock and wants more

°,,Did I fuck you stupid? That's what happens when you want the attention of all men...a slut gets what she deserves"

Gun Play = He had tried it with prostitutes but they were all unwilling, unlike his partner who couldn't get enough of the adrenaline. The way the cold metal moved over her body and he drew in his breath sharply when he was sent a video of her fucking herself with his gun unlocked. He loved it when she let her tongue glide over the dark metal before he pressed her onto the knees in front of him.

°,,Show me how much you want my cock sweetie"

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Lawrence Gordon

Medical play = A relationship between a doctor and his nurse a fantasy and a game that Lawrence and his partner had realized. Whether directly in the hospital in storage rooms or in longer sessions at home or in hotels. He loved it when she whimpered, he performed a routine examination on her and loved to stand over her.

°,,Spread your legs wider for me sweetheart would you?

Oral = More of a position than anything else but since he had lost his foot and his movements were choppy, especially at the beginning, it was almost painful which made sex more complicated. Which is why oral satisfaction became almost a daily thing for him and his partner. He loved it when she knelt in front of him, they kissed beforehand and she let her hands wander over his sore flesh before she opened his pants. In return, he lifted her onto his desk and, like the doctor he was, took care of his patients.

°,,Let me comfort you since you spoil me like this let me pleasure you"

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Adam Stanheight

Photography = He would love to take photos and videos of you with or without her consent. He would snap and record intimate moments when she was changing her clothes, in the shower or when he was having sex with her. Watching her fall apart around him, her tear-stained face or her fingers wrapped around his cock and taking pictures of the blush on his cheeks. He loved looking at the photos of her developing at the end, praising her and running his fingers over her body. While she snuggled up to him and praised him before they both ended up in a mountain of photos and he took them.

°,,Fuck look at this next time I'll make a whole collage baby"

Teasing = Initially not wanting to admit how much he likes it, Adam gets all the more whiny and whimpering when his partner teases him. Be it during the day with pictures, her extra short skirt or her hand on his body. At the end of the day, he would press himself against her and ask her permission why she was teasing him like that before directing him to bed, but he would only become more of a babbling, whining, pleading wrag.

°,,Ah-please-please baby finally touch me I'll do anything just please"

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Amanda Young

°Pain Play = She is a recovering and former junkie. She had suffered a lot of pain in her life and with John's teachings something had changed in the way she felt. It seemed like the pain she could finally inflict on others was getting better and better. Which is why she was careful with her partner to a certain extent, of course, but when she drew the knife or the hoe across her loved one's skin and heard the sound of it was her favorite. When she could run her fingers over the wounds and spread the blood on her girlfriend's body or try it herself.

°,,Shhh I know you can do a little more my love"

Leather = The feeling of leather shackles, panties, tops, pants, etc. She likes how it feels even better to wear it herself and to see it on her partner. It always seemed to be a big part of her life and she wouldn't give that up now. Instead, she went on several shopping trips with her sweetheart to buy the perfect outfits. To try them on in front of each other and make a strip show out of it.

°,,Look at you my beautiful girlfriend"

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Peter Strahm

Handcuffs = One thing he does bring home from his job are handcuffs. He loves to tie you to the bed with them. to see how you try to get loose while he takes you and can't do it. Tying your hands behind your back while you ride him and he holds you by your hips. Then kisses your maltreated wrists lovingly and tells you how good you were.

°,,Only bad girls get tied to the bed...but you're my good girl aren't you?"

Humping = He would love to have you on his lap after a long day's work and watch you whimpering against him. Giving you gentle kisses and playing with the strands of your hair - his big rough hands on your hips, directing you sweetly and painfully. Before he turns to you in praise after you have almost come crying and he takes care of you completely.

°,,That's it just a little bit more so it's good darling"

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Eric Matthews

Daddy kink = He didn't have a son for nothing, didn't become so bossy for nothing and didn't become a cop for nothing. It gives him a sense of power and excitement to hear his darling call him that. At first it's just fun flirting, but as soon as the door to the bedroom closes, it's just the two of them.

°,,You'll be good for daddy, won't you? You will, sugar, I know it"

Praise kink = He wants to hear how good he is and he needs to hear how good he is. Whether it's small gestures, the moans of his loved ones or whole sentences. Eric loves it when he knows that he is good for his sweetie, that he is doing everything right and it only makes him even more energized and proud when she praises him.

°,,How good am I? One more and I'm all yours"

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@slut4hoffman , @thatonebeetchthatisirrelevant , @lola-max-sugar @megustadilf , @capan-deveraux2 , @horrorxgorewhore

[spikedhe4rt]

you just did a soda with a mommy kink… now i want dally 🙏 doesn’t even have to be mommy i’m just CRAVING submissive dally! maybe reader and him could be out and dal’s all tough until they get home 🤭🤭

Word Count: 1364

A/N: Hey pookies. Im back!!! Hope yall enjoy this chapter. it came out longer than I usually write so I hope you enjoy <3 Requests always open and I love you guys!

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The party music only seemed to get louder as I sipped my drink. I had no intention of getting drunk. It was a party at bucks right below Dallas's room and it was keeping me up. Dally was already down here, drinking his ass off and probably gambling. There was only a matter of time before I had to reel him in. One thing about him is that he got ballsy when he was tipsy

I checked the time and it was 2:00 am already. Cigarette and alcohol lingered in the air, probably getting everyone if not already, slightly high. My eyes scanned the room before situating them on Dally, at a pool table. I started at his hard expression that was clearly pissed off. Its time. I rose to my feet and shuffled through the packed party to get to him. "Dal, its time to go up." I spoke, touching his arm slightly.

Dallas's arm shook off my hand before looking at me with a challenging look. "I'll come up when I come up" My eyebrows knitted closely together as my face twisted with annoyance. "Dallas-" I spoke his name again with more confidence. "Can you just let me enjoy my time down here-fuckin suffocating me all the time." I looked at him with a sarcastic smile before leaning into his neck.

I pressed my lips to his pale skin, sucking ever so slightly before biting down harshly to make a bruise. I pull away and search his face for a expression. His eyes find mine in pure desperation, mercy, and begging. My lips tugged in both corners as my hand found its way to his neck, my thumb rubbing the bruise forming. "You like when I mark you up? Don't you?"

His adams apple bobbed as he gulped, supplying me with my answer. "You're definitely not leaving the bed tonight so get ready." My hand resting on his neck, slowly raked down his chest before I turned on my heel to make my way upstairs. Liquid courage always bites him in the ass.

His footsteps pattered behind me quickly, as I continued to walk. Once we got into our room I pulled Dallas into me, his toned stomach flush against mine. Our lips connect and I start to tease the waistband of his underwear. He sighed, thinking that he would get rewarded for his behavior. Stupid "Get on your knees, pretty boy"

Dallas complied and looked up at me. "You're so pathetic, baby. Acting like you're such a man but turning into a whore when you come here with me. " I tutted. Dallas let out a muffled grunt as he shifted on the floor. "Please help me. I need you" his voice was low and desperate. It sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears honestly.

I smiled at him before grabbing his chin and making him look at me in the eyes. "Prove it." Dallas nodded. His lips captured the skin of my shin, they slowly moved till they reach my upper thigh. "Can I take them off, sweetheart. Please?" Begging.

"Do you think you deserve that?" I feigned confusion. He lifted his head with furrowed brows.

"Please, don't make me beg. Im sorry, I need it."

Satisfaction painted my expression. He relaxed a bit, knowing what the look meant. I was gonna give him something...anything. It was like throwing a dog a bone. "Go ahead"

The metal of the button of my buttons clinked as urged to get them open. He tugged them down roughly, damn near giving me fucking friction burns. Dallas's mouth immediately founds it way to me, tonguing me over my underwear. "Fuck. Thats good, baby" I moaned.

The tip of his tongue hit my clit perfectly through the cloth, making me groan. I threw back my head against the door. A hand snaked between me and the door, bringing down on his mouth further. Praise spill from my mouth as I felt hypnotized by his wet muscle. His other hand came to my aching clit, starting to rub fast circle.

He ate me out like his life depended on it, only coming up to take quick breaths. My moans only encouraged him to go faster.

"Shit, Dally, yes, such a good boy."

I pulled him back by his hair to look at him. He looked completely pussy-drunk, eyes dazed and my arousal shining off the lower half of his face. "You're such a pretty boy, Dally. Its a shame you're not a good boy most of the time." I feigned a fake sympathy face before pushing his face back between my thighs.

I looked down at him and his eyes met mine. His tongue wrapped around my clit and sucked as his fingers came to my entrance, teasing me. "Don't tease." His middle finger entered me almost immediately, making me groan loudly. My moans spewed him on, another finger pushing into me.

"You love eating my pussy, don't you? Say it for me."

He pulled back himself this time, "I love eating your pussy. I want you to cum. I need it, sweetheart"

I felt my peak get closer hearing his pleas. My hand founds its way to his hair pushing him closer to me. My hips bucked into his face, grinding harder and harder. My orgasm crash over me soon after, making me cry out.

I released his hair after pulling him away. "Get up. Dallas got up quickly. My lips found his immediately, my tongue slipping into his mouth to deepen it quickly. We both pulled away breathless. "Take off your clothes for me" I whispered against his lips.

Dally stepped back and hurriedly pulled off his shirt, pants and lastly underwear. I pushed him on the bed and straddled him, connecting our lips once again. "What do you want? Be a good boy and use your words. He groaned softly at my  choice of words

"I need to be inside of you, Please."

I told him to flip us over till I was on my back. "Always feels so good. Can I move, please?" He whispered into my ear as he pushed in. "Mhm." His hands grasped my hips as he pulled them flush against him. He let out a content sigh. "Fuck."

Dallas rocks into me, making me feel every part of his cock. "Go faster for me, baby" I told him. He whimpered and complied. "Shit, you feel so good." I pull him down to press my lips to his neck, giving him new marks. "You like that? I didn't forget about earlier, you're not coming yet.

His blissful expression dropped quickly as my words sunk in.

I could tell that he was close by the way his cock throb inside of me. The room was filled of sounds of slapping skin and moans. It almost feels addictive the way Im just taking him in. I felt him thrust particularly harder, making moan out. "You're so handsome when you're desperate, Dally"

He groaned. "Please say my name like that again. Can I cum?"  I shook my head and gave him a sarcastic pout. "Aw poor baby. All pent up. Well you should've thought about that before" His mouth came down to my chest, starting to kiss down the valley of my breasts. My orgasm approached as my moans got raspier and breathless.

I brought my hand down to me clit, rubbing fast circle on the aching bundle of nerves. "Gonna cum. You're doing so good" It only took a couple more thrust before I came, make me grip his biceps. "I need to-" he tried to get out before I interrupted. "Beg"

His thrusts don't halt as he repeats the word "please" to me in a effort. "Not good enough, baby. Cmon I know you can do it." I brought him back down to kiss down his jaw once again. "I love you. Im sorry, I won't do it again. I s-swear. oh fuck. I wont-"

"Cum for me." I whispered.

He buried himself into me at a hilt before shooting thick ribbons of cum into me. " Thank you! Thank you!"

Such good manners.

[therealmilfdennys]

SFW and NSFW headcanons for the ST boys I write for lol

I want! To do one of these for everyone I write for but this is fresh on my mind so it's first lol. Eddie, Billy, and Steve are included. I wanted to post this before some of my asks so you know what you're getting lol. Anyway! CW: Feminization, trauma mention, nightmares, scars, and season 3 spoilers, cockwarming, crying, panty stealing, exhibitionism sort of, billy's mommy issues, more crying, let men bottom. Written with top!reader in mind, mostly gender-neutral but AFAB based (I write what I know) if there's more Please let me know.

Steve Harrington SFW 

He hates being alone in that big house, so hes either holding you hostage or he’s always at yours. 

Says he HATES spending time with the kids but is the first to defend them in any situation, even if You have something negative to say about them.

I think the whole ‘six nuggets’ speech was WAY out of character but like, I think Steve deserves ONE baby as a treat. Or maybe he’s the honorary uncle to one of Nancy’s kids lol. He’d be a sick ass uncle.

He Does in fact love PDA, he’s a touchy feely guy (post season one, at least Genuinely) 

His love language is physical touch(receiving) and gift giving(giving). HIs parents were always trying to ‘make up’ for not being there with gifts (the BMW was from the Florence trip, two whole months by himself with little to no contact.)

He really likes movie dates, be it renting a tape and staying at his or yours OR going out and catching one at the theater. He got weirdly into film after working at Family Video.

His favorite candy is anything banana flavored (laffy taffy is the top spot).

He likes pepsi over coke and Is pretentious about it. 

I ama  firm believer that he has a full skin/hair/night/morning routine that he is ADAMANT about. HE has a toiletry bag bigger than his overnight bag that he carries his “essentials” in if he stays over at yours/Eddie’s. 

Speaking of Eddie they got weirdly close after the whole Vecna thing so if you’re dating Steve congrats you have a a new bestie :) Eddie will offer you joints you do Not have to accept. 

Steve is a fan of thicker people I’m sorry I dont make the rules. They all are but Speficially Steve and Billy lol. 

He gets really bad nightmares about the demogorgons sometimes, sleeps with the bat next to him most nights. “Just in case, babe. Can’t be too careful.”  

Was a bug kid, and WAS friends with Eddie in elementary school I will die on this hill. They used to make bug palaces on the playground someone please ask e about this for the love of fuc-

HIs favorite book is The Outsiders :) He doesn’t and didn’t read a lot but that is one of the few books that can grab his attention and keep it. Got very excited when the movie came out and it is one of his favorites :)

First guy crush was Rob Lowe he “Just thought he was badass.” uhhh okay Stevie we get it.

Boyfriend Material to a fucking T. You need someone to help grocery shop? He’s there. Help move furniture? He’s there? Sad? He’s there and he’s making stupid jokes and calling you pretty and kissing your eyelids. 

He lets you wear his clothes and encourages it. Will have a fashion show with your clothes to make you feel better about it if you’re insecure. 

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Firmly believe there isn’t a mean bone in this mans body. He couldn’t bully you into submission if he wanted to he’d feel too bad.

He’s a simp to the bone. All you have to do is put on the puppy eyes and the “Please Stevie?” And he melts.

I’d call him the pussy eating king but Eddie Munson holds that title so Steve is the Pussy Eating Prince? 

I don’t think he’s a dom by any means, but I DO think he’d be a service top. 

“Baby cum for me please? Wanna feel it. Need to see you cum, look so pretty when you do.” and “So fuckin’ tight, so wet and pretty and perfect. Doin’ so good for me.”

Praise!! Kink!!! Both giving and receiving! Pull on his hair and call him a good boy and he’ll whimper so pretty. 

Big Dick. I don’t remember where I read the headcanon that Steve has a huge dick but i fuckin ran with it so now he does :). Its pretty too. 

He likes slow and sleepy sex over anything else. The sex where you guys are like, trying to fuck but end up just cuddling and kinda grinding against eachother? *chef’s kiss*

Big fan of cockwarming :) sometimes he’s just so needy and you’re busy with work stuff, or college stuff or you’re just reading and he’s all 

“Can I please just put it in? Don’t even have to move, jus’ wanna be close baby.” 

He’s shit at dirty talk but he tries okay?

“Steve we talked about the shitty porn dialouge baby.” “Yeah, yeah sorry.” 

BIg fan of giggling during sex? He just thinks you’re so pretty and he gets these big goofy smiles that are all teeth and yeah. 

When he cums he’s loud as fuck. He’s vocal in general but he gets LOUD when he’s close. He whines and whimpers and huffs out these little moans. HIs tummy gets all tense and his hips jerk and he’s trying so hard not to cry out and beg. 

“Gun’ cum baby, please? Guna’cum for’ya please.” 

Tears up if its really good or if you edged him lol. 

All in All a nice guy to fuck and Date i wont him. 

Eddie Munson SFW :)

Will make you a mixtape way before you start dating and if you listen hard enough that was his original confession. 

He likes to make NPC's in his campaigns based off of you :) whether they be random passerby or main baddies. 

Doesnt matter what shape, size, gender, ethnicity, race anything. If Eddie falls for you? He's All In. He loves HARD and he doesnt give a shit about consequences. 

His queer awakening was Slash lol

Probably autistic, but its the 80's and its rural Indiana so. No Outlet for that. 

His best friend is 100% Dustin they hang out regularly. He's trying (slowly hut surely) to teach Dustin some guitar stuff. 

Eddies idea of a date is driving out to empty fields in the van with some burgers and a joint or two and stargazing. He knows a lot about astrology and definitely shows off his knowledge. 

He's a cuddle bug. Leeches your warmth in the winter and sticks to your sweaty skin during the summer. If he's not sleeping flush against you hes whiney as fuck. 

He likes to wrap his arms around you from the back when you guys are just standin' places. He's a lil lanky so he just kinda curls himself around you, no matter if you're taller or shorter than him. 

he likes to call you "your majesty" a lot, and not in a condescending way. 

"you're royalty babydoll, should be treated that way" hands you a rock he thought you'd like.

hes very much the 'crow friend' if you've seen those tiktoks?

keeps a box of shiny stuff, fancy rocks, funky sticks, jars, and weird shit he found that he likes to show you sometimes and give you if he thinks you'll like it. 

very sensitive to rejection, has attachment issues. 

his parents left when they realized he was getting caught too often doing illegal shit for them so they dipped and he took it to heart. 

still convinced Wayne thinks he's a burden

please kiss his cheeks and play with his hair and call him pretty he blushes so nice. 

he gets freckles during the summer and a REALLY nice tan if hes out enough. 

never learned how to swim correctly, is self taught. 

used to chew on his hair and still does if he's Very upset or close to a meltdown. 

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umm bottom lol sorry

or a pushover service top

i cannot see him as a massive sadist it doesnt fit im sorry

likes to dress up sometimes :) likes feeling pretty and dainty 

he just hangs around naked sometimes? he seems the type to me?

PUSSY!! EATING!! KING!! 

eats pussy for HIS pleasure and will go till he gets lockjaw and THEN some. 

the one on this list who Knows how to make AFABs squirt. and is PROUD of it. 

is actually very shy? knows people dont like him usually and is worried its a prank. 

wants his ass ate sorry not sorry it had to be said. he thinks it would feel fucking amazing and he deserves it. 

he LOVES being ridden, titties bouncin' in his face, tummy jigglin' for him to grab onto. he fuckin ADORES it. 

hes GRABBY. he grabs at your ass, hips, thighs, stomach, shoulders. Anything He Can. he just gets so needy 

he begs so pretty. loves being overstimulated and gets shakey after his first orgasm but wont stop you till hes cumming dry. 

"cm-cmon..can…i can c-cum again bab-baby i can. puh-puh-promise i can." 

LOVES when you baby talk him but like, in a condescending way? 

"oh sweet thing :( just gotta cum so bad huh? couldnt wait could you, just had to act like a needy slut, yeah?" "mhm, mhm, needy..needed it, so bad. so bad." 

drools lol hes like A Dog. his legs get shakey and his head rolls and he grins like a maniac and theres spit dripping down his chin and im <3

loves to finger you, anywhere, really. and loves when you just shove a hand down his pants and jack him off. 

the kinda guy who would refer to your pussy as "his girl" 

He’s a fuckin perv. Steals your undies and has a stash of them for ‘safe keeping’. Porn mags out the ass. Normal ole teenage boy stuff lol. 

he'd let you use his dick as a stim toy /hj

Billy Hargrove SFW

Boy is an ASSHOLE okay? lives to bully and tease you at first (and even after you're dating but then its affectionate) 

He has a lot of resentment towards positive female/female presenting roles in his life because of his mom i think? and he REALLY has to work on that shit, and if you have the heart to help him with that you're a saint. 

I think the best approach would be to help him from outside. Let him do some introspective shit and just kinda. Guide him. 

Okay so he knows hes a dick, hes trying to get better this is prime, please ask HIM out time. 

He will get so incredibly flustered if you ask him out on a date or something he wont know what to do. 

Hes used to being the flashy one. The Stud. the Untouchable. A Lot of internalzed homophobia in this bad boy. Toxic Masculinity ftw

After the Mindflayer he is a Lot different and i really want to write my specific headcanons and ideas on how he survived/what happened after lol

Hes more subdued, he's quiter, he doesnt lash out as much. He's still, ragey, obviously but its toned down a lot. 

He's not quite as outgoing either, which Max helps a lot with. They get close. 

You and him get closer too. 

I think you guys start as FWB and escalate from there because what ELSE would happen with Billy Hargrove. 

Uhhh he secretly likes rom coms sorry not sorry. 

He LOVES sixteen candles its one of his favorites. 

his queer awakening was :) tom cruise in top gun, that basic bitch. 

he likes when you call him baby/baby boy a LOT. 

he gets FRECKLED in the summer. He tans so pretty and he gets a nice little flush/sunburn on his cheeks and ears that makes him glow. He really thrives in the summer. 

City Boy. Has never seen a cow irl until Hawkins and is terrified of them, please show him they are gentle giants. 

He likes to go to drive ins (and make out) for dates before the mindflayer. He still likes to do that AFTER the mindflayer but hes much more a homebody now so he really likes napping together. 

calls you bitch but affectionately. 

is an AVID reader actually? i love the headcanon that Billy is Wicked smart so i like to think he reads alot. 

he likes period romances (jane austen is his GIRL)

he thinks cooking together is the height of domesticity and at first it freaked him tf out how much he liked doing it with you. now he eases into so quickly its a little funny. 

feral mountain lion turned a little less feral house cat energy.

likes when you call him Bills :)

Likes to walk with his hand in your back pocket and yours in his. 

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So at first, he's hyper-dominant. Won't let you even Ride him. He's in his head about it 100% he doesnt want you to think he's weak. Men dont take it like that. 

He soon learns you VERY much like it when he's crying for you  

Hes a power bottom i wont take arguments. 

He's also a fuckin BRAT. Needs you to put him in his place but Gently. Needs a firm hand but do Not raise your voice at him or he shuts down. 

It takes a while before he trusts you enough to let you see this side of him and you need to respect that. He will come to you when he's ready. 

He knows hes pretty and he uses it against you. Flutters his eyelashes and smiles all pretty and puffs his chest out. Lays himself out to make himself real pretty. 

Praise tf out of him please he'll cry. 

"Oh pretty baby, you're doin' so good :) such a perfect boy for me. feel so good in me handsome." He's tearing up and nodding so hard. 

"Yeah. Yeah m'good. M'good boy. Doin' good." Under his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, white knuckling the sheets. 

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're feeling good. He spent a lot of time not really giving a shit if the girls he was with got off so with you? He's constantly. "Is that right? That feel good? Want more?" He wants to be perfect for you. 

Sometimes, after the nightmares are getting worse and he's so sleep-deprived he's cross eyed and he can't really think he needs you to take him apart and he goes so willingly.

He gets whimpery and almost immediately oversensitive. Like his cock is a livewire. His fingers and lips tremble and he's trying so hard to keep his eyes on you, to be a good boy. He goes pliant and soft and gets this silly little smile on his face. Eyes hazy and wet. He hums and nods and lets you do whatever. He knows he's safe. 

The scars ARE sensitive lol you heard it here folks. 

He doesnt fuck you with the lights on or fully naked for almost a year after he's fully healed. 

He rubs vitamin E oil and scar softner into the skin where he was attacked twice a day, every day, for a year before you get to see them. 

He breaks down when you call them pretty :) 

And you BETTER think he's still handsome or i'll find you istg /hj

Uhh, this may be a personal want of mine or a real headcanon but I think he would like to try makeup? Like a full glam rock, smokey eye red lip whole shebang. 

Fuck him so good his mascara runs. 

Prolly has a mommy kink but i’m not brave enough to write that (unless…)/hj

[maeby-bby]

Poe Dameron Smut Headcanons

Poe Dameron x Reader Genre: SMUT, 18+ readers only Word Count: 750 A/N: the things i would let this man do to me… anyways i love poe so much so i hope you all enjoy this! just a reminder that requests are open, take a look at my guidelines and feel free to make a request!!

- another switch but would actually prefer being submissive

- would he fuck your brains out? yes. but would he prefer you taking control and making him feel good? also yes. 

- he’s definitely the brat of the relationship

- like he’s going to tease you throughout the day on base and then be surprised when you punish him

- kink wise Poe has a couple

- obviously he has a thing for being submissive for you, but he’s also really into bondage

- likes being tied up, blindfolded, completely at your mercy

- whines that his hands are tied and he can’t touch you

- on the subject of whines he’s super vocal 

- the loudest person you’ve ever been with, he is not afraid to hold back

- literally moans about how good you’re making him feel the entire time, making sure you keep doing what you’re doing

- also has a thing for orgasm denial, giving and receiving

- whines so loudly the entire base hears him, begging you to let him cum, that he’s been such a good boy for you he deserves it

- “please baby, please just let me cum. I’ve been such a good boy for you today, please. I'm so close, I can’t take it anymore. please please please baby.”

- overstimulation is something that he’s okay with receiving, but will get back at you the next time he’s topping, so it’s kinda a gamble

- is not afraid to call you mommy/daddy, or whatever else you’d want him to call you in bed

- on the flip side, when he’s more dominant it is a whole ride

- he obviously loves you, and doesn’t want to hurt you, so when he’s dominant there are a couple ways it could go

- it could be sensual and slow, enjoying each others bodies and you make love

- it could be experimental and teasing, denying you your orgasm and overstimulating you to listen to your moans and whines

- or it could be so fucking rough

- when it’s been a bad day or the past mission he went on didn’t go too well, Poe will fuck the frustration out of himself

- that is where marks, scratches, and bruised lips come from

- when it’s super rough, expect a good couple rounds because he is not stopping

- king of aftercare though, apologizes if he hurt you anywhere, helps you take a shower/wash up, brings you water, the whole shebang

- good at dirty talk though

- says the smallest of things and after one sentence you’re already in the mood

- praises you no matter what position he’s taking, making sure you know how much he loves you

- “so good for me baby, just so good. please don’t stop doing that, oh my stars. I’m already so close. such a good partner, using your mouth on me so well, please don’t stop.”

- i see him liking to use his mouth the most to get you off, using his hands to spread your legs apart

- pretty much everyone on base knows that you two are together, so Poe doesn’t see the need to really mark you with hickeys, but if you tell him you like the marks he’ll do it more often for you

- he’s also really into quickies

- doesn’t really matter where, but the showers, in his X-Wing, before he goes on a mission, in a closet, he’ll do it anywhere

- isn’t afraid of being caught by anyone

- except for Leia, he gets nervous that she’ll catch you two in the act

- he’s pretty open to trying new things with you, but is also kinda set in his ways with what he already likes

- would LOVE using toys on you, he loves seeing how you squirm and moan from them

- definitely uses it to overstimulate you to no end

- only really likes having a vibrator used on him, nothing else really gets him off

- i can see him wanting kids with you, but would definitely wait until the war was over

- he’s already worried about so much that adding a baby on top of it would not be best

- but after the war?

- not necessarily a breeding kink, but would be adamant about having children

- he’s just a family man

- when you tell him you’re pregnant he literally sobs for an hour he’s so happy

- all in all he’s a great partner to have and you’re both super open with each other about your sexual needs so its never really an issue

- also the hate sex after a fight is so rewarding from how rough it is

[3smo]

congratulations again on the 1k, you deserve it <333 💙😘

well my request is claudia hodgins (violet evergarden) 🤭😏 and prompt # 1 "i thought i told you to keep your mouth shut?" with fem reader if possible, hehehe love u es !

• "i thought i told you to keep your mouth shut?" (#1)

warning: dom reader. female anatomy. gentle dom reader. mommy kink (since ik u like it niik 😌). overstimulation. riding (reader giving). the old mans tired 😫. slight praise kink if you squint.

430 words.

here u go niik 😍 happy birthday!!!

1k event!

claudia is beautiful- your eyes sparkle at the man beneath you, his newly cut hair sticks to his sweaty skin and his eyes shine with tears in them. he grips onto your thighs, sinking his fingers into the flesh. you give an experimental roll of your hips. claudia shouts, pushing your hips off of him - "wait! give me a minute! please..."

you ignore him, taking his hands away from your thighs and intertwining your fingers with his, before you pin them down beside his head.

"i thought i told you to keep your mouth shut?" claudia blinks, remembering where he was. at a hotel, where the walls were thin. he gulps silently, his adams apple moving as he talks shyly.

"yes.. b-but, i'm very sensitive, if you could just give me a min-" you pick your hips up before slamming back down on his cock - which slowly hardens up and brings the both of you more pleasure. he gasps loudly, hands gripping onto your own tightly.

"keep quiet, my love." you whisper, leaning against his chest, your lips inching towards his jaw. "i don't want to repeat myself again."

you quickly latch onto his skin, lips leaving forming bruises on his jaw and neck. claudia tries to obey your words, body tensing up at your treatment. you pay extra attention to his sweet spot, hearing a stifled groan escape him. you sigh. he was doing so well, it made you want to ruin him some more.

you circle your hips. you softly suck him in, a tightening feeling in your womb.

you take his hand and drag it to your clit, "touch me, sweetheart."

claudia holds back his moans, biting down on the pillow beneath his head. a squelching sound is heard whenever you move your hips sensually. he couldn't help but whine. it was so warm inside, and so wet...

you push yourself up, hands on his abdomen. his fingers gently rub circles at your clit. you gasp when he starts twitching inside you, poking at every corner inside you.

"good boy!" you moan, picking up your pace. "you make mommy feel so good.."

claudia keens, face burning red. his turns his head to the side, hiding his face in the pillow and away from your sight. you lean forward to grip at his jaw, looking down at him. "is mommy making you feel good?"

claudia's fingers get sloppy, you slick making it much more easier for him to thrust up with your movement, meeting your hips in the middle. he nods, grunting.

his voice cracks when he speaks; "mommy's making me feel really good..."

...

[therapyisvodka]

your little whore

tw: degrading kink, mommy kink, face slaps, and a bit of praise kink, bondage, pegging

it was just a regular old day of classes, most of them being with your boyfriend harry who decided to take any class of yours he could and obviously sitting next to you in every single one of them. he was being slightly needy all day but you brushed it off. but the last straw was when in your last class, you where already planning on giving him what he wanted but he decided it would be smart to start rubbing and grabbing at your thigh with his hands, wasnt he dumb. “har,” you say looking into his pale blue eyes while his pupils grew as you looked into his eyes. he looks back at you, his bottom lip out slightly googly eyed face now painting a small frown. then just turning back to the class. the moment you got out of class and into your dormitory harry began tugging at your skirt, “please, let me make you feel good.” you gave a glance n a chuckle back pushing his hands away, his back hitting the end of the bed whilst sitting on his knees on the cold floors. “what, do you think you deserve to make me feel good?” you taunt at him with a mocking tone. “i didn't think you where that pathetic.” you spat while sitting your bag down in the corner of your room. your reply was just simply a whine, your degrading had seem to have been having more of an already present effect on him. “please.” looking up at you with pleading eyes. a smirk now surfacing on your face, “get up.” your orders being immediately followed. now you were leaning back against your dresser slightly, like an audience just waiting for the show to begin. “strip.” his adams apple bobbing before working at his clothes, he undid the clasp on his gryffindor’s robe as it hit the cold floor, then his tie which he tossed to the side while looking at you ever so innocently. he began to slightly struggle at undoing his buttons, probably because of the fuzzy thoughts that roamed his head. you walked up to him, removing his hands from his shirt giving him a low chuckle n smile “slow down pretty boy.” you undid the buttons on his shirt now revealing the top of his toned figure. “You can do the rest yourself, can you?” he hummed in response. you grabbed his chin, “use your words.” he gulped in response before quickly replying, “yes.” correcting himself. he then undid his buckle which left only his jeans and what was left under. though you could already see his erection slightly threw his jeans your mind couldn’t help but predict what it looked like under the material. momentarily after undoing his jeans he was left in his boxers revealing a small wet patch at the elastic alignment. his now large amount of vulnerability embarrassing him, but also exciting him how he was almost completely exposed to you it wasn't hard to tell considering the crimson shade his cheeks where. You moved dangerously closer to him once again, your chest pressing against his causing a slight mouth closed groan to escape from him. “why did you stop, you look so beautiful like this.” you began working your hands threw his hair. ‘‘so so beautiful, my beautiful little slut.” your fingers now gliding from his jawline to his neck “t-thank you” he said avoiding contact, still slightly embarrassed. finally finishing the job for him you pull down his boxers causing them to fall to his knees, then his ankles his already leaking erection immediately springing against his stomach causing him to whimper, then he fell back into a sitting position on the end of the bed. the sight of you fully clothed and put together whilst he was there completely naked and wanting made him feel like nothing but a dirty slut, it was embarrassing but fucking amazing.

though you soon had stripped just to your black bra and thong, both lined with lace and little black bows, one in the middle of the bra, one at the top of your thong. you pushed him back onto the bed a bit more, still in his awaiting sitting position. “har.” he looked up at you dreamily and adoringly sitting on your folded calves under you, now straddling him with your arms around his neck “you know how bad you were today, right?” you gave him a hungry gaze as his oceanic eyes looked at you just waiting to be called your little whore while you fucked him till he cried.

 “doesn’t matter how pretty you are if your a bad boy harry” you said, tutting your tongue slightly after “i know mommy, im sorry” his bottom lip jutting out a bit while speaking. you wrapped your finger around his cock squeezing slightly making him let out what sounded like a mix of a whimper and a squeak, not breaking eye contact while doing so “im sure your not but you will be, little whore.” at your words he let out another whimper “kiss me please, mommy?” you turned away from him for a second to reach into your side-drawer, turning back to him with two pairs of handcuffs once he spoke. “bad little whores don't get my lips, sorry baby” you answered giving a fake pout. “wrisits baby” the disappointed boy gave you both his wrists willingly as you toke one pair of handcuffs and used the to take his right wrist to one of the bed posts, doing the same to the other. he tugged at the posts once both his wrists where attached, “bad boy’s don't get to touch mommy either love”. you wrapped your hand around his cock as he shutter at the feeling of finally being touched again, though knowing it wont last. he let out a mix of a sigh and a moan and you pumped him slowly, you look up at the beautiful thing in front of you in awe, he looked so fucking beautiful like this hair messy, skin slighty glowling from sweat making his quidditch toned body look even more fabulous, and those fucking eyes, all googly and innocent just waiting to be corrupt.  as you went faster he let out a proper moan causing you to bring your hand once pumping his cock to his already flushed cheek which was about to be more flushed after you brought your hand across that beautiful face, you know he loved it and after his little stunt in class you know he deserved it. “did i tell you it was ok to whale like a bitch in heat, be quiet pretty boy.” almost, he almost let out a moan when your hand came across his cheek but he didn't, wanting to at least try a little to be obedient. you went back to pumping his cock, increasing your speed more and more as he tried his best to huffle his moans, oh how badly he wanted to tell you how good your hand felt around him and you would have loved to hear his sluttly little prasies but, he was being punished. eventually his cock started twitching, leaking pre-cum, his arms becoming restless and kicking his feet. you and him both knew, so you stopped. you heard the lowest whine and glared up at him and he looked down at you slightly, but you decided to give the boy a little break and just reached for two things not to far away, one being his all time favorite thing. mommy’s cock. oh how he loved when you fucked him hard into the mattress, as he dug his hands into your back while just being a total mess of moans, whines, praises, and begs. and today was no different, except for the fact he tried to be alittle less vocal, but his short nails still managed to leave scartching marks on your back as you roughly thrusted into him, “look at you, taking mommy’s cock just like alittle whore. you can speak y’ know pretty boy let mommy know how much you love her cock” you said to him while looking down at him, the most beautiful little slut, and he was all yours. he let out a loud pant “so good mommy, so so good.” you just hummed in response, more focused on fucking every ounce of innocence out of the boy below you. not long after he was begging for you to let him cum as you continued to grip his shoulders for balance, fucking him at an even more sharp pace if that was even possible. “p-please mommy- oh fuck, please let me cum” he begged you as he continued to dig his nails into your back as combination of lewd sounds all merged together, the headboard against the wall, your fake cock going in and out of him, his whimpers, moans and pleas mixed with your degrading just turned him on more, now incredibly desperate to have his release.

 you grabbed his jaw and looked him in the eyes ��will you be my good boy if i let you cum for me?” you grabbed his cock in your hands, with the intention of letting him cum already knowing his answer. “y-yes mommy, yours.” he looked back up at you, still looking like the most innocent boy as he furrowed his brows looking pleading up at you. “then cum, pretty boy” and with that he came onto your little bow bra, painting your chest with his cum. giving him a minute to come down from his high, soothing his cheek you pulled out of him as gentle as you could though he still let out a small wince. “you took my cock so well, my love, and you know i love you right baby?” of course you loved degrading harry but you didn't want him thinking he was just a useless slut. “of course love” you and him both smiled as your eyes met, as you gave him a quick peck. “im going to go start a bath, don't fall asleep my love!” you chuckled as you went to the bathroom, “no promises” harry replied as he let out a yawn.

[tteokdoroki]

Riding Isagi has been PLAGUING my mind. Like I want that guy till he’s crying shaking stuttering. I need to see the whites of his eyes when they roll to the back of his head. I need to physically feel the weight of the air with all the sex mingled with it. I have gotta hear that nasty sloppy sound of the froth of us meeting again and again. I wanna ask him about the most mundane things (like what he wants for dinner or some shit) just to see him struggle to answer. Wanna praise him just to if he’ll slobber from the excitement or just look at me with a dumb fucked out little smile…I need to FUCK this guy…and then sweetly kiss him whole again :D

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationship, smut, creampies, praise!kink, cow girl, hair pulling, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

when isagi plays well, you’ll often reward him. 

he’s often deserving of it. he puts his heart and his soul, his life force into playing soccer for the best results and to become the best. isagi is a hard worker and from that stems his yearning for attention and praise. it’s in human nature after all, to want to be told ‘you’ve done well.’ ‘i’m proud of you.’ ‘you’re so good.’ — to chase after a prize. 

you know that sometimes isagi has his sick little fantasies of debauched domesticity. to come home to you and play a sinful game of house — he’d never make you a trophy or housewife for that matter because he loves and respects you way too much. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about bringing the fantasy into the bedroom. and as said before, when isagi plays well… you indulge him. 

“how was your day, yoichi? did you miss me, honey?” you purr, smiling with your tongue in the corner of your mouth at the sight of twinkling azure eyes rolling back into his skull. your fingers twirl daintily in the dark baby hair’s on the back of isagi’s neck — eliciting a high pitched mewl from deep in his chest. the angelic sound turns into a suprised hiss when you grab the roots of his silky locks and tug isag’s gaze up to face you. “answer me, baby.” 

he looks up at you, delirious — his expression appearing high as a kite despite there having been only a few kisses exchanged between you both. between your tongue in his mouth, running over his pearly white teeth, and your warm, sticky cunt wrapped around his aching shaft…yoichi doesn’t know how to think. let alone formulate a proper response.

“yoichi—“ 

“fucking missed you, baby,” the striker’s brain short circuits at the feeling of your juices dribbling down his cock resulting in obtuse droplets forming between his loaded balls. it grounds him yet destroys him as the same time — enough of isagi’s consciousness coming back to him to dig his nails into the fat of your ass, lifting and dropping you in his lap for some well deserved friction. “always do. miss my girl, miss her pretty face. h-her wet. fucking. cunt. wrapped around me like this….god, fuck!” he punctuates each word with a forceful jug of hips up into your core.

you find it so cute how he tries to stay in control, keep a level head when you’re on top. spoiling him. yoichi let’s you take over the rhythm of your hips — so you start off slow, circling yourself in his lap and squeezing down on his heavy, throbbing dick before you switch to bouncing up and down. he swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in anticipation when you grab his large hands with your smaller ones and guide them from your backside to your chest. 

there’s no way to properly describe how much you affect isagi. you make him feel like a hormone- crazed high schooler with the way he eagerly fondles your chest, brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples until they harden and form those pretty peaks he loves so much. he hungrily watches your face, listens out for the change in the pitch of your dreamy lullaby-like moans that lets isagi know you feel so fucking good and that he’s touching you just right. his observant cobalt eyes peer up at you, watching you as if he’s searching for constellations in the sky. he finds them when your own eyes grow starry with tears, aligning perfectly with the surge of pleasure that shoots through you. 

if he had the words, isagi would tell you that you looked like an angel. his lips quiver around the shape of the complement and fade off into a shaky whimper exhaled into the weighty scent of sex in the air. embarrassment burns in the centre of his chest like a ball of gas in outer space because isagi can still hear himself babbling and moaning ad-libbing the sounds of your skin meeting his and the sloppiness of his cock slipping in and out of your creamed cunt. 

the mix of your arousals makes a papping noise that makes isagi dizzy — the gem-shade of blue in his eyes overtaken by white as they roll back into his skull. he misses the warm, sluice, hug of your pussy when you pull off of him and never wants to leave it when you slam back down, squealing to yourself cutely because you’re high off of pleasure too. 

you have him so fucked up, he starts to wonder if he really deserves this — either way, isagi clings to every ounce of pleasure he gets from you riding him stupid. from your thighs slapping down on his, to the way you sensually grind down on his cock and use him to churn up your own insides. 

before you lose him to overthinking instead of ecstasy, you nose up the side of isagi’s neck and press grounding kisses to his piping hot flesh as you praise him. “you’re so good, yoichi. played so well today too. my good boy,” you coo against the shell of his ear, basking in the way he trembles and whines, his cockhead leaking up against your equally sopping walls. “made you, hah, dinner baby. your favourite, just how you like it.”

a tingling sensation builds behind isagi’s pelvis and a wildfire of lust spreads throughout his body, burning white at the base of his lungs — stealing away the words that he needs to speak. you watch as he tries and fails, reduced to a bumbling mess of tears and a sloppy cock. 

licking up the side of yoichi’s face and catching a stray tear of his before it falls too far, you peel back your hips — both of you dropping your gazes to the opaque milky strings of slick that tie you to one another like strings of fate. 

isagi heaves at the sight, dragging you down to lie on his sticky chest — the dire need to be closer to you shooting down his spine. “you spoil me so much, precious girl.” he chokes on the syllables, stuttering while you grind into one another sensually. “really takin’ care of me.” 

you can hear his heart pounding against his rib cage in this position and look up to isagi’s lovesick face, pouty and wet like a puppy. “i have to take care of my precious boy, he’s the best striker in the world after all.” you say quietly, feverishly bucking your squelchy core down on his heady cock. isagi makes a face, one that’s twisted in a mix of agony and rapture, and his nails dig into the meat of your thighs once more — holding you in place while he wildly fucks himself into you.

“y-you’re gonna cum, aren’t you, pretty boy?” you continue to tease him, your words punctuated by his rapid thrusts and your own high pitched squeals. isagi nods with a pout, his sensibility abandoned. “my boy’s so worked up, ‘m so proud of you, yoichi. use your words and you can cum inside me this time.” 

sweat mats darkish midnight hair to isagi’s forehead, pearling on his hairline like the tears in his waterline. he blinks them back, barely able to focus on you, especially since you’re squeezing down on him so hard. “i wanna cum,” he chants dumbly, his voice muffled by the exertion of pounding your puffy pussy raw. “lemme cum, please.” 

smiling, you brush back his bangs and grab at them so you can tug his face up towards yours. “kiss me, yoichi.” 

“oh fuck,” isagi screws his eyes shut and rasps, tone whiny, craning his neck up to meet your lips. “hah, hah, hah—!”

you cut off his candy-like and heavenly whimpers with an intimate, open-mouthed kiss. isagi pants against your tongue as you force it lovingly past his lips, pressing it up against his while you swap spit with one another. he cums like this, hard, quickly filling you up with viscous white that taints your insides and you follow not long after — painting his lap with your claim as your breath mingles in the sec tainted air vibrating in between the two of you. 

when you pull away, lazily flopping into yoichi’s strong arms — you remain connected by a string of saliva that he licks up eagerly. isagi gives you a dumb, sexy fucked out smirk just for good measure, still pulsing inside of your warm sex. 

“i love you, pretty boy.” you breathe, kissing his cheek dotingly. 

“i love you most, precious girl.” isagi breathes back, keening happily into your affectionate touch. 

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

word count: 1.2k

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! sub!bucky (more or less), handjob, mention of bodily fluids, praise!kink, language, cockwarming.

author notes: this isn't proofread, sorry for possible mistakes. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

Sweet Surrender

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: 18+, minors DNI. (SPOILERS): m!sub, f!dom, praise kink, oral (f-receiving), slight hair pulling & biting (m-receiving), panties being used as a gag(?), unprotected sex. 

{Author Commentary: MY LONG AWAITED SUB JAKE! + a surprisingly intimate friends-lovers. Enjoy~ }

“God, whoever invented heels deserves death!” You exclaimed. You had hobbled back from the cab, heavily relying on Jake’s arm for support. Not that you didn’t enjoy going to all the little benefits and stuff with him, perks of having an old friend become a rockstar, but you’d never been one to wear heels this frequently. He chuckled as you flopped down in an armchair in his living room. “You’ll be happy to know, they’re probably already dead…” “Good. But that brings me no relief at the moment.”

You felt something on your ankle, opening your eyes to see him kneeled in front of you. He lifted it gently, slipping off your high-heel, setting it aside before going to the next. Something about his position made your senses perk up, you felt yourself clenching, mentally scolding yourself. Once he’d set the other shoe aside you instinctively crossed your legs, biting your lip. His hand had lingered on your ankle after he set the shoe down and was now trailing up your calf that was slightly extended in front of him, hanging over your other leg. He looked up tentatively, seeing your lidded eyes follow his hand. “Can I… please?” He added quietly. “...You may.” You confirmed, finally meeting his pleading eyes. ‘Is this why he’d never initiated anything… did he think you wouldn’t be down for the apparent dynamic? You’d always been headstrong, hell- even domineering at times, he knew that. Maybe he was just embarrassed…?’ The two of you didn’t really talk about your sex lives. You’d joked about all the girls desperate for “The Rockstar Experience”, but never really considered he might feel pressured to meet that expectation.

You rested your arms along the arms of the chair, settling back to observe him curiously. He gently unhooked your leg, placing a kiss on your inner calf. He worked his way up your leg, kissing and nuzzling gently till he reached your inner thigh. He was halted by you jerking him back by the back of his hair. “I didn’t say you could go there.” He sighed pathetically, desperately. He swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing visible due to his extended neck.  “What do I need to do to taste you?” You considered it for a moment, your hand is his hair slowly grazing his scalp with your nails “...beg.” “Fuck.” The peeks of his cheekbones were already tinged with a dusky pink. You could see embarrassment and arousal in his eyes as he averted them to his hands on your thighs. “I’m already aching for you-” “I don’t care about your cock right now.” -That wasn’t entirely true, you were certainly anticipating it in the back of your mind- right now though, you wanted to see just how far he’d go, almost intoxicated by his relinquished power. He groaned, low in his chest, resting his forehead against your knee. “...y’know… I love it when you boss me around…” You smirked to yourself at his admission. “...Please? Please?” his pleading voice was soft but still raspy “I’ve been dreaming about it for so long… you have no idea… every time you come to a show or an event… your praise is all I can think about.” You couldn’t deny the tug in your chest at his words. However, his confession also brought you back to every post-show hug in which you’d ignored his slight hardon, figuring he’d worked it up in all the adrenalin of performing. “...is that what you’re thinking about when you’re desperately grinding against your guitar on stage?” "you- noticed that?" Your hand left his hair, cupping his jaw, lifting his face to meet his eyes "...you're not subtle, baby. Now… back to your little praise thing… tell me more." "You always tell me how good I did… I just want to be good for you." He resumed desperate quick little kisses to your inner thigh. "You want me to tell you you're a good boy?" "Please." “We’ll see." You pushed him back, hiking up your dress and slowly dragging your panties down your legs. He sat, obediently, hands splayed on his thighs, watching you with anticipation. 'He's such a puppy, really…' you slipped the black lace off and tucked the wadded panties into his jacket breast pocket, before leaning back and positioning your hips closer to the edge of the seat. You ran your hands up your thighs teasingly. "Time to earn it.” 

He wasted no time burying his face between your legs, practically mewling in desperation. You wondered just how many times he'd envisioned this. He licked over you hungrily, before pausing to suck at your clit for a moment till you gave him a warning grip on his shoulder. The thought had of course occurred on your end too… how could you not. Jake just had a way, a way of making you feel worth it. Like nothing you needed was too much, and when you needed him you were the only person in the world. You were brought back to the present moment as he dragged his tongue through your wet folds, looking up at you through his heavy brown lashes. You bit your lip, not ready to reward him yet. You raised a hand, brushing his hair back from his face, before cradling the back of his head. He extended his tongue, keeping it straight as he slowly entered you. Your insides fluttered at the new sensation. And then it was gone. But before you could protest he was back, gliding into you, curling and retreating. Your eyes were locked on his, breathless as you watched him fucking you with his tongue. One of his hands curved around the outside of your thigh, trailing lightly over your hip. His hand rested over your mound as his fingers began circling your clit. The dual sensations were enough to make your head lull back. "That's so good, Jakey… you're so good for me." You hadn't used the nickname in a while. It was too cutesy for professional settings, and too embarrassing for both of you to be used around newer adult friends you hadn't grown up with. It occupied a private, almost innocent, nostalgia-laced space. Upon hearing the pitiful sound he emitted, you glanced down at his face. His brows were slanted, drawn up together in the middle, a slight sheen had formed on his flushed face around his hairline. Your hand stopped its lazy caressing of the back of his head. As your pleasure intensified, you gripped his hair tightly. Your thighs quaked slightly, threatening to cross around him, wanting to hold him there forever. His hand had retreated, its position being occupied by his mouth once again. His desperate sounds were back, sounds you never would have thought you'd hear from your friend. Your pleasure tipped over the edge "fuck, baby…" You couldn't form a coherent sentence, pleasure seemed to swirl around your mind like smoke, obscuring any thoughts.

As the smoke began to clear you looked down to see him resting the side of his face on your thigh. He watched in adoration till your hand began brushing through his hair, making his eyes flutter closed. The smallest, repressed whimper escaped from him "hmmh-". 'Pathetic, and beautiful… He must be strained against those dress pants, that is if he didn't come while eating me out…' Your foot lifted from the ground, gently pressing the ball of your sole to the crotch of his pants. 'Oh, it's hard. …And hot…'. He whimpered again, turning his head to obscure his face. You cupped his jaw, tilting his chin up to look at you. "To your room." He nodded, getting up gingerly after kneeling so long. He offered you his hand to help you stand up. You took it, your dress falling back over your thighs as you got up. You planted a kiss on his shoulder before giving him a soft, guiding push towards his room.

Once the two of you were through the door you pushed it closed. Your hands took the lapels of his jacket, pressing him against the door.  With your body flush against his, you could feel it, hot and throbbing against your hip. Your hands smoothed up his chest and neck to cup his jaw, stroking your thumbs under his familiar prominent cheekbones. Your eyes met his, studying them in earnest as he brought his hands to trace gently up your back. He held your gaze, waiting for you to ask the question written on your face. “How’d you hide this side from me for all these years?” He licked his lips, buying time before he replied “I… couldn’t risk it… realizing a thing for your best friend is risky enough… most girls don’t want… this from me…” "oh, Jakey…"  You finally brought your lips to his. You kissed him slowly, thinking back to those times.

The 'almosts'. When you'd been younger and he'd told you about his first kiss, and you'd admitted you hadn't kissed anyone. He'd reassured you it would happen soon enough. You'd almost joked to him that he could do it, but he'd changed the subject already. And when you'd taught him how to roll a cigarette, you'd both been giggling, already drunk. You were always the one to do it but he insisted on learning "C'mon, I can't be a poser!" You'd talked him through it, watching as he sealed it with a final lick, proudly offered it to you, placing it between your lips. His eyes had lingered as he lit it, watching for your approval. You'd taken a drag, pretending to be skeptical before splitting a smile. "Congrats… You don't suck." You'd both dissolved into laughter. When the boys had won the Grammy Award for best rock album, you were so overwhelmed with pride for him. When he’d gotten backstage after they accepted it you’d hugged him tighter than you ever had before. He was shaking slightly, but you didn’t mention it. You just held him tight till his breathing steadied. But you'd wanted to… you'd wanted to hold his face in your hands and show him just how proud you were. 

Now, you could. Your tongue sought out his, reveling in the lingering hints of whiskey and smoke from earlier in the evening, and another flavor you realized must be …you. The subdued fire in you reignited. "Bed." You stated the simple command against his lips before pulling away from him. "Should I take off my- ohf!" Whilst you'd had him against the door, you'd retrieved your panties from his Jacket pocket, and had cut him off, shoving the folded black lace between his lips. "You seemed to like the taste of me so much… you can hold onto those." He simply nodded, his cheeks burning red. You started taking off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt. Your fingers trailed over his eclectic choice of necklaces, deciding to leave them on. You undid his dress pants, slipping your hand into his boxers before even taking them off. You rested your hand over his undoubtedly painfully hard cock, just holding it for a moment, looking up to see his eyes screwed shut. His breathing was labored, deliberately slowed, as he couldn't verbalize how close he was. You removed your hand, starting to tug at his pants, letting him take over that job. You sat on the bed as he stepped out of his boxers and stood in front of you. "Turn around." He looked a little confused, but obeyed, nodding. Your hands caressed his hips, traveling down his sides to his thighs, thumbs tracing the slight crease under his cheeks. Your hands curled around, dragging your nails lightly up his thighs before wrapping a hand around his neglected cock. As you gave him a few relieving strokes, you pressed a kiss to each of the small indents in his lower back. His hand reached back, steadying himself on your shoulder. As your hand had sped up you continued placing light kisses along his back, venturing lower to the curve of his ass. A long pale scar flashed along his forearm in your peripheral, and you paused to kiss it too, running your tongue along it, appreciating another familiar Jake feature. He shivered at the sensation, his back and shoulder muscles rippling, and his perfect ass tensing. You ran your thumb over the head of his cock as you sunk your teeth into the soft pale skin in front of you. "Fuhh" he emitted a muffled expletive. You pulled away with a peck before taking his hips, turning him around. You took off your dress, pulling it over your head before finally pulling him on top of you, scooting further up the bed. He began desperately nosing over your collarbone, his hand going between your legs, his fingers started gently working into you. "No need. I'm fully warmed up, I just want you inside me." He glanced down at his bare cock, then up to you, raising his eyebrows. "No condom. I want you."

He took himself by the hilt, dragging his tip down over your clit before entering you. He stilled, panting slightly through his nose as he tried to real himself in. You couldn't help but smile at him. You reached up, taking the soaked lace from his mouth, discarding it. "Are you gonna come, baby?" "I- I just need a moment." You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling it back from his face. Your insides tensing around him, making his eyes press closed, and his hands dig into your hips. "I said I need a minute-" "but I want you to come. You've shown me how good you can make me feel. Come on Jakey, you're so close, just give it to me." With a choked groan he complied, his hips picking up a desperate pace, his face buried in your neck. You held him close, running your hands through his hair, then down his back, gripping his ass, as your own pleasure swarmed throughout you. With a final, sweet sound you felt his warmth filling you up. Your ankles hooked around his back, holding him in as you held his face to your glistening chest. Pleasure ebbed through you as he rode it out with slow, deep thrusts as he was still locked in by your legs.

You both lay there, breathing a bit raggedly. You tucked your head down to kiss his damp, flushed forehead. He’d rested his full weight on you, only adding to your sedated state. You could lay like this forever.

~

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~Rainbow Anon.

Henlo, hope things are aight! I just woke up to some more Puppygirl thoughts and wanted to request a Katsuki, Mirio, and whoever as your third (separate) having a s/o that's a Puppygirl that hasn't been praised by her ex at all, and they're MadTM about it, because how can anybody /not/ praise her? She's perfect and deserves all of the praise!

Oh. My. Goodness. YES I CAN WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!! I made Kirishima the third person..... cause reasons.... 😖

MINORS DNI 18+

Word count: 1.6k

Paring(s): Bakugou, Mirio, Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: puppy play kink, squirting, dirty talk, oral (both male and female receiving), loooottttss of praise.

Authors Note: so because this is dealing with reader having praise issues, that can be somewhat triggering to some, though I don’t go into detail about it I still just wanna put that out there! Also... I hope this is good enough for you, Rainbow Anon!

When you first brought it up, he was confused. You wanted to be treated like a puppy? Wear a muzzle? Bark? All that stuff?

You had to calm him down. Telling him it doesn’t and didn’t have to be that extreme. Just wearing the ears, tail, and collar, and being told what to do was really all you wanted.

Well that certainly got his attention.

Needless to say, it didn’t take him long to get into it.

That’s how you ended up on your knees, settling comfortably between his spread-out legs, sucking him off. The sounds of your collar jingling, ringing faster the more adamant you work, and his groans were filling the air around you.

Every now and then he would talk to you, saying absolute FILTH as he tugs on your hair to take ‘deeper, all the way in, yeah just like that. Good, good girl.’

The praise, whenever he gave it, was making you shift uncomfortably, not the “I want to touch myself’ uncomfortable, and letting out small whines of displeasure

You’ve now done it a few times and he’s had enough.

After the last whine hums around him, he pulls your hair to take you off him. Bluntly asking you what the hell was wrong.

You couldn’t keep his intense gaze, instead shifting your eyes to the floor as you state that you’re not used to the praise. That your ‘ex wasn’t exactly keen on giving it to me, so now when it happens I get a little uncomfortable’

Your apology after you explain makes him scoff, he’s not mad at you though. He makes it clear when he tells you not to apologize for something like that.

Internally he is pissed, absolutely irate over the fact that your scumbag of an ex wouldn’t give you any semblance of praise, that you so clearly deserve to have. I mean look at you! You deserve to be told just how amazing you are, and what a fantastic job you’re doing!

But he doesn’t let it show. Externally he just puts on an evil smirk and picks you up from the floor, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to your bedroom. Ignoring you squirming and questioning until he throws you onto the mattress.

Before you had the chance to get up he slaps your ass, pinning your shoulders down as he pulls your hips up. Growling in your ear, he tells you he’s ‘gonna give you all the praise you deserve’

You cry out, cumming yet again, your release gushing out of you and onto the sheets as he gives you a groan over it, slapping your clit to make more gush out. Your body becomes sore at the position he has you pinned in; refusing to let you move an inch.

You whimper at his touch, and whine when his pace is still unrelenting as his hips snap into your backside.

“Fuck yeah, puppy. Look at you gushing around me like a dumb bitch in heat. You like that huh? Like how your perfect cunt keeps squeezing me…. So tight!”

He leans his head down, biting your shoulder as he growls yet again at how you clench around him, clearly enjoying what he’s saying.

“Yeah just like. Such a good puppy slut, making me feel so good. Gonna cum deep into you, and you’re gonna take it all. Like the good girl you are, right? Like the perfect puppy you are.”

You cry out a yes, unable to tell him different, unable to find any fault in his praise when he fucks so good.

He was into it the moment you brought it up when your relationship first started getting sexual. Of course, you could be his good girl! He would want nothing more!

Now, you’re in his lap. It started innocent enough, just wanting to cuddle you close as you watch some TV, but it didn’t take long for it to end up with you humping his thigh.

His grip on your hips is tight, as he guides you up and down the expanse of his thighs, flexing his muscles to get you panting all pretty for him. Enjoying how you mewl a little when your clit makes contact every now and then.

He’s telling you how pretty you look, and what a good job you’re doing, and how good of a girl you are at listening to him while getting off on his thigh.

You tried to keep your voice down, but a sad whimper comes out anyway after his praise washes over you. You’re hoping he doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

He halts all movement, bringing his hands up to cup your face. A look of worry on his face as he asks you what’s wrong.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you tell him it's not true; that you’re not a good girl. Your ex never told you before so what he’s saying right now must not be true

Mirio is totally devastated by your answer, but still tries to brighten the mood and make you feel better. He reassures you, telling you that all he said is true and how perfect you are for him as he plants so many kisses all over you as he holds you close.

He says sweet truths about you, and telling you because you’re so wonderful is the reason why he says them all the time cause they’re true and he’s just gotta tell you

He’ll remind you as often as he can now at just how perfect you are.

“That’s it, just like that. Look at you! You’re doing so good, puppy!”

You let out a mewl that is almost a sob as you slowly, inch by inch, seat yourself down on his cock. The girth stretching your walls almost painfully as you try to take all of him in. Curling in on yourself as you hide your face into his neck, allowing him to finish slowly pushing you down all the way.

“Good girl” He groans when he finally bottoms out, slowly raising your hips up and down to help adjust you to his size “Taking me so well in this perfect pussy of yours. Feels so good, puppy, no one but you can make me feel this way.”

You whine at his, trying to lift your hips to go faster. In an attempt to get him to stop praising you or to cum faster, you wouldn’t know. But what you do know is that you let out a sob when he slows you down, grinding you slowly on top of him.

“Ah ah, puppy. Slow down. Can’t go too fast, I want to savor every last perfect inch of you, okay?”

And well, you’re his good little girl so you let him do as he wants.

When you told him that you wanted to try something different, he didn’t know what to expect but was excited, nonetheless.

When he came home the next day to find you sitting on your knees waiting for him at the front door, lingerie, tail, ears, and collar on. Well, this man became beet RED.

He doesn’t stay flustered for long though, quickly picking you up and running to your bedroom to get things going. You giggle at his excitement and enthusiasm as he quickly sheds you both of your clothing, making sure to keep your accessories one cause god damn

Before long you’re in a mating press, unable to stop wailing and crying out as he pounds harshly into your drooling cunt.

He’s way more into it than you both thought as he leans himself further onto you to whisper some dirty praise into your ear. Telling you that ‘you’re taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Atta girl, yeah, keep squeezing me like that with your perfect cunt. You’re my perfect puppy, aren’t you?’

 His praise was making you feel dizzy, but not in the happy high feeling. More like you’re falling in your dreams, that weird twist in your gut that was one out of pleasure was turning into one of guilt.

You whimper out a quiet ‘no’ and that immediately made his hips stuttered to a stop. It was so out of character for you, in this moment and ones previously, that he couldn’t help but nervously ask what was wrong.

You tell about the praise he just gave you. How, due to previous partners (mainly your most recent ex), that you aren’t used to it. That it makes you feel guilty for him to tell you those things.

He responds by immediately putting your legs down and pulling you upright to sit in his lap, holding you close. Petting your hair, he tells you that your ex was wrong. Dumb and downright stupid for not thinking you anything less then the perfect girl you are.

In fact, why doesn’t he try and make you believe it right now?

“P-please!” You blubber out, trying to pull his head from away from your cunt as your nth orgasm was approaching. The feeling almost painful now, as the pleasure was too intense. “No more!”

“Not yet, puppy.” He chuckled at your feeble attempt “You weren’t being too nice to yourself earlier, so now you gotta take you punishment.”

You just sob at his comment, knowing you are unable to deter him from doing as he pleased. Shaking violently and screaming out into your bedroom when you cum over his face yet again, no longer embarrassed but the sucking and slurping sounds that come from him as he slurps up your release like a man starved.

“God, you taste so sweet puppy. Look at how pretty your pussy is” He rubs at your clit once more, making you keen loudly “Being such a good girl for making such a mess for me, for gushing for me…”

He takes a lick up your folds once again, smirking at your twitching legs.

“Now come one, be a good girl for your master and come one more time?”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

My Captain (Pirate! Park Seonghwa)

Pairing: Pirate! Seonghwa (Ateez)× Pirate! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Pirate AU.

Summary: After taking victory over the most notorious beast to plague the seas, the ship's quartermaster wants to relish in the pleasure of claiming one of his crew members.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Soft to Hard Dom! Seonghwa, Sub! Reader, body worship, oral (female and male receiving), spanking, face fucking, multiple orgasms, Captain/power kink, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny

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The young woman exhaled deeply, her eyes trained on the hands which were currently unfastening the front lacings of her brown leather corset in a rather desperate and anxious manner.

"Before we get any further, I want your full and complete consent to what is about to happen."

Letting the article of clothing drop to the floor, the sailor in front of her took a step closer to her, his thumb pressing down across her bottom lip. His eyes became even more narrow as they looked at her mouth with hunger, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them and press them against his own.

"Say no right now and I won't push the matter any further." He repeated himself, his Adam's apple moving abruptly from how hard he swallowed back a nervous lump of anxiousness and self restraint.

The young maiden took a deep breath and brushed her fingers across the white silk shirt the boat's quartermaster was wearing, the deep V neck allowing her a glimpse of his bare, tanned upper chest, the outline of his pectoral muscles peeking out. She hummed out an incomprehensible tune as she looked up at her superior.

"Does the Master Seonghwa need to make use of my body? Would he like to release his deepest passions on me?" She reached a hand up and caressed his cheek, half expecting him to swat her hand away since he was not known to be a gentle or affectionate lover, given the long list of women that have had the pleasure of being taken to bed by him. But unlike her expectation, the male actually let out a small and contents sigh, his face falling deeper into her touch, his hand reaching up to clasp it in his own before bringing it over to his lips where he placed a tender kiss on each of her fingertips. It confused the woman utterly to see the usually strict, ruthless and unmerciful pirate act so mellow, meek and warm, yet it also sent a flutter into her chest.

"What I want hardly matters right now, I can manage either way. But I need ... I must know if you're ok with this Y/N."

She widened her eyes when he called her by her name. On a daily basis, ever since she had been forced onto the life of piracy after they raided her village, he'd never addressed her with anything other than mean spirited and sometimes even cruel insults, as he did with those he deemed inferior to him. It shocked her greatly to think he even knew her name in the first place.

Taking a step away from him, Seonghwa's mouth parted in amazement when the crew member in front of him began to slide the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders, the fabric slowly sliding off her body until it pooled by her ankles, which she then swiftly kicked out of the way. His eyes beheld her nude figure, admiring from the top of her head all the way to her toes. She was simply mesmerizing, stunning, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his years of sailing across different continents.

"I'm perfectly content with anything my lord wishes to do. He may do with me as he pleases. Tonight..... he is my Captain."

Seonghwa's black trousers suddenly felt too tight, the title Y/N bestowed on him affecting him greatly. She gasped softly when one of his arms held her by her waist and pulled her against him.

"Your captain..." He muttered softly, his lips ghosting across her cheek until they came up to the corners of her lip where he then pressed them down harder onto her face.

"Yes- my captain-"

The rest of her words were muffled when Seonghwa's mouth enclosed over hers, his luscious lips parting and then closing over and over against her own. His hand cupped at her chin, keeping her head tilted up as he practically devoured her mouth. His tongue never poked out to intrude into her wet cavern, his teeth however had an utter fascination with nibbling onto her bottom lip, tugging and pulling at them. Y/N groaned in surprise when she lost her footing as Seonghwa backed her up into the bed, his arm clutching her tighter against his body to keep her from falling. Inhaling softly, she inclined her neck back to allow Seonghwa to plaster nibbling pecks along her skin, subtle red patches spreading around it.

His hands moved from her waist to caress her further down, his thumbs pressing down against her hip bones. Her satin like skin was practically inviting him to caress and admire every inch of her, and that was exactly what he planned to do. Starting in between her supple breasts, he slowly placed heartfelt and tender kisses that traveled from her sternum all the way to her abdomen, his knees slowly dropping so it would be easier for him. When he felt her pull slightly away, his hands pressed her further into his face, fingers digging into her thighs.

"Stay there." He told her as he dragged his tongue along one of her inner thighs, so near her core that Y/N held her breath when his nose neared her pubic bone.

"So pretty, and you smell so delicious." He mused out loud as his nose inhaled her arousal, tongue swiping across his lips.

Before he could even get to sample a bit of her juices, he was lifted off the ground by none other than the woman he was admiring, switching positions so now she was kneeling in front of him while he was standing.

"Y/N- what are you....?" He stood absolutely still, watching as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his painfully erect member that greeted her sight with tiny bursts of precum splashing onto the wooden floor underneath them.

"Tonight it's all about you, after all, you were brave today in taking down that vicious monster all by yourself. If it weren't for you, we'd all still be living in fear for the rest of our lives."

Gripping him at the base, she collected up some saliva in her mouth before spitting it around his length, wanting him to be properly lubricated before she started stroking him. His trembling hisses were music to her ears as she slowly pumped him, coating him even further, her eyes never looking away from his dazed look.

"It's only right you be rewarded as a captain deserves to be rewarded."

Seonghwa's mouth went agape, shuddered breaths coming out as he watched his cock disappear into Y/N's warm mouth. She didn't stop until she fit all of him inside, an impressive image to behold. She stilled for a few seconds before pulling him out, stopping when it was just his tip resting on her tongue and then proceeding to slide him right back in.

"Fuck- you're killing me beautiful." Seonghwa reached a hand up so his thumb could stroke one of her hollowed cheeks, full of his cock that she slurped on without hesitation. Y/N closed her eyes as she continued to savor Seonghwa's taste, long and slow strokes of her tongue making sure not one inch of him was left untouched or neglected. It swirled around the shaft before sucking onto him. Her hands came up to cup his balls, softly fondling them so that he may experiment the most pleasure possible. Seeing her look so calm, her mouth practically worshiping his cock, Seonghwa held back his urge to hold her head and slam his hips into her face. Instead he settled for running his fingers through her hair, brushing them up into a makeshift ponytail so that he may peer down at her with no distractions or anything intervening with the visual. During a particularly harsh suck she gave him, his hips had a mind of their own and pressed him back into her mouth, his tip reaching so far back that a muffled choke had her drooling slightly at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry." He apologized when he saw her eyes shot open and she pulled him out of her mouth.

"Don't apologize my lord. As I said, do with me as you please. If you wish to fuck my face, then by all means, please do." She encouraged him as she pressed sloppy kisses along his head, tongue darting out to place kitten licks on his slit.

Taking hold of her jaw, Seonghwa positioned his tip at the entrance of her mouth, his face looking concerned, silently wondering if she was really ok with what he wanted to do. Nodding up at him, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and hummed in approval when he slid himself back into her mouth. She took a deep breath, readying herself for the coming assault upon her maw which came just as intense and fervent as she expected from him. Seonghwa rutted his hips up into her, using her hole to release most of the adrenaline that had been brewing in him ever since he went out in battle just a few hours prior.

"God! You have no idea how hot you look right now, letting me use your mouth like this. You're too good to me."

Hearing him suddenly praise her, a stark contrast to the daily criticism she only heard from him, had her getting more wet in between her legs. She moaned as she continued to lap at Seonghwa each time his cock forced itself back into her throat. Saliva ran down her chin from the force his body used to buck up into her mouth, his previously mannered thrusts now becoming less calculated and more spontaneous as his high was nearing.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your-" His hands clasped her head and held it still as he roughly pumped his cum down her throat, which Y/N promptly swallowed fully. She was gasping for air when he pulled himself out of her, panting hard as she caught her breath. She wiped the slick that was glistening on her lips and chin.

"No woman has ever managed to make me cum with their mouth."

Y/N's head whipped up at Seonghwa's revelation. He was peering down at her with a curious yet smug smile.

"You're the first to do so. You really are too good to me." His index finger wiped off some leftover slick from her cupid's bow.

Y/N was practically purring at his words, reveling in his praise.

"My sweet and good girl, I think it's only fair if I pay you back." He chuckled heartily.

Swiping her off the ground, Seonghwa pulled back the covers of his bed and then layed Y/N down on it, her head falling back against one of the soft pillows. She could not protest when Seonghwa spread her legs, eagerly placing his face right above her wet core.

"You smell and look so delectable. I wonder how long it'll take for you to lose control."

With one hand pressing her down to the mattress, Seonghwa latched his lips to her sensitive clit, producing a loud whine out of his crewmate above him. He was bewitched by how amazing she tasted, his tongue relishing in her flavor. He couldn't contain himself as he lost himself in consuming her heat. Dipping his tongue into her hole had her spilling out more slick which he lapped at with great intensity. His lips smirked against her folds when he felt her try to buck up into his face, her whining sounding so needy for him.

"I could stay here forever." He murmured.

The hand that was keeping her down dropped down to grip one of her thighs while the other did the same thing. Lifting her hips slightly off the bed, Seonghwa became like a beast as he devoured the entirety of her sex. Y/N writhed underneath him. Before she was antsy about pushing herself closer to his lips, now she was squirming to draw away from him. But of course Seonghwa wasn't having that. He simply relished in working her up until she reached her peak, which seemed to be coming up very soon, his skilled tongue making sure of it. Y/N tossed her body about as much as she could, which wasn't much considering Seonghwa was holding tightly to her. He slurped at her as if his life depended on it, even his nose would rub against her mound from how hard he was burying himself in her.

"Seonghwa-" Y/N cried out when a sharp smack landed on her thigh.

"It's captain to you. Now go on, say it or else I'll stop right now and tie you to the bed." He ordered her, slowing down his movements just slightly.

"Oh my- captain! Please-"

Hearing her beg for him just riled Seonghwa even further, his ego boosting more as she whimpered and squirmed frantically, her juices pouring out from inside and collected by his tongue. His chest practically puffed up with pride as she continued to shudder even when her climax had passed and he was merely cleaning around her folds, not letting anything drip off onto the sheets since he wanted it all for himself.

Pulling back with an audible pop, he sat up and nearly ripped his shirt off his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Y/N marveled at the sight of his godly body making an appearance, her instincts making her reach out to touch him.

"Turn around, ass up and on all fours." He instructed her as he worked to take off the remainder of his clothes.

Rolling over on the soft bed, Y/N did as she was ordered to, making sure to push her ass as far as she could just for Seonghwa. He seemed to appreciate the gesture given his hand was now caressing one of her cheeks, starting off gentle and loving before pinching her flesh, which made Y/N groan.

"You're really begging me to fuck you." Seonghwa grunted as he brought his hand down to strike her ass.

Y/N clenched around nothing, shuddering at Seonghwa's harsh treatment.

"Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? Want my cock to tear that pussy of yours?" He mercilessly teased as he glided his tip along her slit, slapping it against her nub.

"Y-yes! I want my captain to fuck me like one of his whores." Y/N exclaimed, unable to bear the wait any longer.

Seonghwa raised an amused eyebrow at her pleading.

"Oh? So you've heard some of the other sluts talk about me haven't you?" He said with a slight dark laugh that sent shivers down Y/N's spine, heightened more when Seonghwa plunged his cock into her, stilling when he was fully stuffed in her.

"Want to experience it firsthand then? Want to feel how good my cock will fuck your brains out?"

Y/N nodded frantically, wanting to slam herself onto Seonghwa's cock but restraining from doing so less it should result in him denying her what she wanted.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

A sharp cry was forced out of her mouth when Seonghwa pulled out with no warning only to slam himself back inside her. He set a rough pace, each deep stroke against her velvety flesh pulling out cry after cry out of her lips. It was sheer and painful bliss to have the ship's quartermaster tearing her insides apart, her heat pulsating against his length as it constricted around him. Seonghwa's tip plunged into the deepest part of her, slamming against the entrance of her womb as her plump ass rippled against each slam of his hips against them. Y/N's deafening moans were so loud she was sure the party above them could hear what was going on below them. She buried her face on the pillow underneath her, only laying there for less than a minute before a pair of hands harshly pulled her back up, a strangled gasp emanating from her throat.

"Don't you dare. I want everyone on board to listen to me destroy this little cunt of yours, I want them to hear you scream my name." He growled in a low and deep tone that her folds further clenching around him.

Y/N's face started to contort in ecstasy from all the pleasure burning through her body, her whiny pants and sobs flowing out endlessly from her lips. Seonghwa's pounding became more violent and brutal, losing himself in the mutual lust that was taking over both of their bodies, the heat and warmth of Y/N's slick filled walls throbbing against his shaft.

"You're close aren't you my little whore? You're gripping my dick impossibly tight." He snickered behind her, his hips continuing to jolt harshly into her.

"Yes captain! I'm so c-close." She responded loudly, her panting becoming more exhausted as her skin started to glow from the sheen of sweat that was stemming from their passionate affair.

"So am I, my cock is twitching to fill you up with my seed."

Y/N nearly drooled at the thought of having Seonghwa cum inside her hole, filling her up until she couldn't contain his cum anymore. She was snapped out of her fantasy by Seonghwa's hand that struck her ass.

"Beg me for it you wench. Beg me to fill your cunt with my cum." He commanded her.

"Please my lord! Fill me up with your cum! Want my captain's cum inside of me!" She pleaded, hands nearly tearing the pillow she was clutching so tightly.

Seonghwa's eyes were like a raging sea, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he worked to bring the both of them over the edge.

"Shit! I'll fill this hole of yours up, I'll fuck it full until it drains me of all my cum. Wanna see your pussy stuffed with my seed."

With walls fluttering around him, Y/N was a frantic and screaming mess as an agonizingly hard and euphoric chord snapped in her, prompting her body to burst open as her essence poured out all over Seonghwa's cock. Seonghwa himself was hissing and grunting fiercely as a wave overtook him, drowning him in an abyss of pleasure while his release flooded into Y/N's cavern, her walls hardly able to contain all that he pumped into her that some of it trickled down her thighs. With curses befitting his status as a sailor, Seonghwa pulled himself out of her warmth and collapsed next to her, eyes wide open as his chest heaved up and down with labored breathing. The girl beside him was in no greater state as she felt an intense ache and burn when he slipped out of her, her thighs and legs still trembling after having her superior conquer her body.

Through clenched teeth, Y/N moved one foot to rest on the hard floor so it could help stabilize her as she tried to get up. Remembering all the stories Seonghwa's previous affairs recounted about him not liking to have them around after messing around with them, Y/N slowly began to sit up and show herself out before the quartermaster himself ordered her out his chamber.

"Where are you running off to?" He questioned, hand reaching out to clasp her own before she slipped out of the bed.

"I was just going to collect my clothes and withdraw to my own room Sir. If you'd like, I'll even take your clothes with me and return them clean to you in the morning." She offered, knowing he was an avid clean freak that hated even the slightest bit of dirt or dust around his space.

"Don't worry about the mess Y/N, we can sort that out tomorrow. Stay for tonight, I insist. It looks like it'll be a cold and rainy night as well and I know your quarters tend to leak."

Without even waiting for her response, he tugged her back by his side, covering them both up with the blankets. Y/N stared off in confusion when Seonghwa pressed his chest to her back, an arm slung protectively around her. She began to question so many things surrounding her quartermaster. Didn't he dislike her? Why was he still keeping her around when he's notorious for not liking affection? He discarded all his previous lovers as if they were used rags, so why was he not doing the same to her?

"Don't think too much about it, just go to sleep and rest up." He seemed to be reading her thoughts, his nose nestling against the crook of her neck as he hugged her tighter to him.

"Yes....thank you my lord."

Seonghwa whined tiredly at her response.

"Seonghwa. Just call me Seonghwa..... my love."

He must have really been so tired and out of it for him to blurt out that endearment to her. Y/N blushed, unable to contain the shy smile on her face.

"Yes Seonghwa."

[weaselbrownie]

distractions | g.w

george weasley x fem!reader

summary : george needs your attention but you are too busy with your school duties

warning : NSFW! 18+! smut, swearing, degradation (tiny bit), praising, cockwarming, dom!george (mostly?), breeding kink, choking, slapping (once)

word count : 3.2k

a/n : I tried to do sub!george but my fingers slipped whoops, honestly tho this is the second time this has happened ugh 

Snape's unbearable voice droned on and on as you tried your hardest not to close your heavy eyes. It was the last period and everyone was tired, put that and Snape together in a boiling potions classroom, you get disaster. 

You were sitting next to George and Lee in one of the many round tables scattered around the classroom. George was tracing his fingers up your thigh, making out lazy shapes as he too was trying his hardest not to fall asleep. 

Just as you were about to give up the bell finally rang. You shoot out of your stool along with George, Lee, and Fred and jog quickly out of the classroom to get some cool air. The four of you walked in a line to go back to the Gryffindor common room, chatting about the latest gossip at school. 

When you got in the common room you told the boys you wanted to head up and study for an upcoming test tomorrow and they let you go, well except George, he insisted to come up with you to 'study' and you know well that it will end up with none of you actually studying, knowing the consequences you let his come along anyways– too tired to put up a fight right now. 

As you got to your dorm George quickly collapsed on your bed, taking off his robe and loosening his tie in the process. You however didn't come anywhere near your bed, immediately sitting in front of your desk and taking out a few textbooks and your quill. 

"You're really studying?" George asked from behind you, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow showing his veiny arms.

"Uh– Yes?" You scoffed back at your boyfriend with a slight chuckle. 

George didn't answer as he watched you take off your robe and school jumper, untucking your white button-up before loosening your tie and undoing the top 3 buttons on your shirt. He couldn't see anything as you had your back to him but he already knew the view, considering it was already printed permanently on his mind. You turned around in your chair to toss the clothing onto your bed, your cleavage coming to view– littered in fresh purple bruises. 

George's breath hitched as dirty images from the night before filled his mind. You on your knees with his cock in between your plump pink lips. You bent over his legs as he thrust his digits up your heat. You on your back and your legs on his shoulder as he pounded into your sopping cunt. 

You caught a glimpse of George's flustered face and smiled to yourself before turning back to your books, opening them, and started to make notes on a blank piece of parchment. You could hear George shuffling a little behind you, trying to get rid of the tent in his pants. 

"Darling..." George called out softly to you.

"Hm?" 

"Can you finish that later?"

"No" 

"Darling please–" 

"No Georgie stop whining you were the one who wanted to come up with me," You affirm to him which left him silent. 

George stayed still for 5 minutes before he started getting fussy again, it took all his self-control to not go over your desk and throwing you over his shoulder. After sitting down for another 5 minutes he gave up and his hand flew to the top of his erection to palm himself through his pants. 

You could hear George's breath getting uneven and you turned around to see him with his eyes closed and his head thrown back by the headboard as his hand worked himself on the tent in his pants. 

You smirked and slowly got up to move towards him. You stood next to the bed and leaned down to place your hand on top of his causing his eyes to shoot open just to come face to face with your breast. 

"You're that desperate huh?" You cooed to your boyfriend who's as red as his hair. 

"N-no – Wait yes– Wait fuck, darling please" He whined in front of you keeping his eyes on your breasts. 

You smirked at him before standing straight and crossed your arms in front of your chest, purposely tightening the grip to push your breast up a little. 

"Get up" You blurted to your boyfriend who still sat on the bed. 

George quickly got up to tower over you with a desperate expression. You trailed your fingers up his arms and to his neck, pulling him into you for a kiss. Your hungry lips meet another while his hands move to trail every inch of your body. Your hand started to roam George's body– touching and groping anything that passed. Your hand hitched lower and lower until it met the top of his smart trousers, going even lower you traced your hand to the side of his thigh– purposely missing the obvious large tent in his pants. As he was about to deepen the kiss you broke away from him.

"Darling no–" 

"Stop it– I'm in charge here!" You snapped at your whining boyfriend. 

You took a step back and went to undo the rest of your buttons on your shirt. Right after you finish you little task your hands flew back onto George’s body, fingers dancing around as it neared the zipper that would unlock his throbbing member. You swiftly took off his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock that stood straight. His cock was slightly pink at the top with pre-cum leaking down. You eyed his member for a sweet second before smirking at him. 

George expected you to get on your knees or at least touch him once you took his cock out, so it surprised him when you took a step back– leaving him and his cock hovering in the cool air. You kept your eyes on him when you took your hands back to zip down your skirt, revealing your black panties– which you took off on the spot too. 

"Sit" You ordered George– motioning to the chair you previously sat on. 

George gulped, making his Adam's apple bob down before hurrying to sit on the chair. You slowly followed him to the chair, as the view of George squirming with his cock out makes you wetter than you already were. You chuckled lightly before stepping over his legs and hovered above his cock. You placed your hands on the desk as George used his hand to guide his cock into you.  The both of you hissed in pleasure as you sank down on him, taking in inch by inch until he was balls deep in you. George's hand flew up to your hips starting to bounce you on his dick but you swatted his hands away. 

"No!"

"Wha- No?" George asked in disbelief.

"You distracted me from my work, so now you're going to sit there and wait until I finish my work!" You snapped back at the boy who was whining already. 

It killed him to have to sit there when he's deep inside you, your walls hugged his cock like a warm blanket driving him crazy having to keep still. However, George didn't want to push his luck with you so he obeyed and sat still. He tried his hardest not to move when you would occasionally squeeze your walls but that doesn't stop him from letting out the filthy moan that hits you right on your dripping core. 

It had been 25 minutes and he was seconds away from completely going nuts, fortunately, you were already on your last sentence when George was starting to really squirm under you. You set your quill down and closed the ink on your desk before turning your head around to see George's head thrown back on top of the chair and his eyes shut. 

"Hi Georgie," You cooed to your boyfriend. 

With the sound of your sweet voice, George's eyes shot open and he picked up his head to meet your eyes, he really does look like he's suffering. You kissed the side of his mouth before getting up, earning a pained groan from George. 

"Alright alright– I'm sorry" You chuckled down at him before coming down sit on his lap, facing him this time. 

George pouted up at you and gripped your hips signaling that he wanted to be inside you. You pecked his pouted lips before trailing your hand to his painfully erect dick. Gripping the base you moved your fist closer to the tip earning a broken moan from George. You circled your thumb over the red tip a few times to collect the pre-cum before bringing them to your mouth to suck them dry. You lifted your thumbs to your lips before putting them in to taste him, the sensation of sweet and salty jolts your body awake. You closed your eyes enjoying his taste knowing he's watching your every move. 

You finally took your thumb out of your mouth and opened your eyes to find George with his mouth agape watching you. You smiled at him before cupping his face pulling him for a kiss. 

"Hey, do you think you can fuck me now?" You asked as you softly pulled away from his lips. 

"Oh, darling I've wanted to fuck you from the moment we walked in this room" George chuckled as his eyes darkened with lust. 

You kissed his cheek one last time before hovering above him, taking his hard cock in your hands and guiding him into you once again. Like the last time– you both hissed in pleasure and George's hand tightens on your hips. Once he's fully in you started to bounce on him, pleasure completely taking over. George was big, but taking him like this really gave you all new sensations. 

"O-oh fuck darling–" George slurred out as he threw his head back once more.

Just watching and hearing George was too much for you, his slightly damp hair falling on his face, his deep voice letting out moans just for you, you didn't know what you did to deserve such a man. 

You continued to bounce on George as your high approached you. George could tell from your more constant moan and from the way you gripped his shoulder hard. He has gone through this one too many times to not see the signs. 

"Are you cumming darling?" George asked in a deep moaned voice. 

"Y-yes yes oh Georgie please– please make me cum–" You choked out as your submissive side comes out. 

"What happened to being in charge love? Abandoning your role already?" George smirked at his girlfriend who was still bouncing on his cock. 

"I don't care anymore please just make me cum–" You cried out in pleasure as it nearly washes over you.

"Gladly"

With your request, George started to drive his cock in and out of you faster before one of his hands left your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. You let more filthy moans as George stayed still but his fingers work quickly to get you to your high. He kept rubbing you with one hand as the other kept a grip on you to stay still on his cock. You grind down onto his cock as he continuously rubs your throbbing clit. Seconds later you were gripping his shoulder– choking out air as you come hard on him, coating his cock that's still inside you. 

Without warning, George wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up not breaking the contact. He slowly walked over to your bed and gently placed your head on the fluffy pillows by the headboard. He then settled once more between your legs– his hard cock still inside you. 

"Now darling I think it's cute that you think you can take charge– but tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name" George whispered in your ear as he drags his teeth down your neck. 

"I hope those aren't just empty words sir"  You teased him as he lifted his face from your neck, revealing a tense jaw and wicked smirk. 

George let out a dark chuckle before pulling nearly completely out and slamming his member into you again earning a loud filthy moan from you. He repeated this over and over again– picking up the pace in the process, completely destroying your cunt. George's face came down inches away from yours before crashing his lips onto yours, pleasure lulling you away from reality. 

"Is this what you want?" George hissed as he pulled his lips away from you "Pretending to take charge when really– you just want me to fuck you like the slut you are" George continued to pound into you, spreading your thighs wider at every thrust. 

You hummed in response as the overstimulation started to hit the lower part of your body. "Answer me slut!" He finally snapped at you, giving your cheek a subtle smack, turning you on further than you expected. 

"Y-yes" 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me like– like the slut I am" You finally fully caved into him. 

"Good girl" George praised you as he focused his thrust to ruin your pretty little cunt. Without warning, George pulled out of your warm walls making you whimper at the loss. He shuffled back onto his knees and flipped you around to your stomach before lifting your hips to meet his tip. "Let’s fuck you like the slut you are then" He whispered as his fingers came down to your heat, collecting your juices and opening up your cunt. 

You tried your best to nod and whimper for him as a response once more but he wasn't having any of it. Before you knew it a cold hard slap was delivered to your left ass cheek making you moan out loud again. "Use your words!" George hissed as he continued to slap your right ass cheek.

"Y-yes sir– please fuck me"

"Fuck you?"

"Yes fuck me like the slut I am sir please–" You whimpered, wiggling your hips up even higher in the cold air, exposing your cunt to the eager man behind you. 

George then proceeded to guide his hard length into you in one swift motion, bottoming out completely into you making you arch your back even more. His big hands came down to your hips before rocking you into the mattress to fuck you hard. George didn't even give you time to adjust to the new position– slamming his hips fast and hard into you from behind. 

You were whimpering as the knot in your stomach started to grow again. George was hitting that spot in you that you have never been able to reach yourself. When you thought things couldn't get better George's hand left your hips and wrapped itself around your throat before pulling you up to his chest. The new angle allowed him to hit you even deeper, making you moan out his name in pained pleasure. You were choking out for air as he pounded into you from behind. 

"Yeah, you like that?" George grunted slamming his hips into you at an inhuman speed, “My pretty little slut” He cooed as his fingers tightens around your throat, placing his fingers perfectly to cut out the oxygen coming to your brain. 

"Y-yes sir I like it" You started to stutter trying to find ways to let the words escape your mouth without letting out too much air. “More please– m-more” You cried as you could feel the pounding on the back of your head. 

George's mouth snaked to your shoulder as he bit down on it, muffling his groan into your delicate skin. He gave you a couple more strong thrusts before letting go of your throat making you fall down completely onto the mattress. He was not done with you yet, he used the hand that previously hugged your throat to push your head down into the mattress. You could feel the tears that threatened to fall start to form on the verge of your eyes, blurring your dark vision as you cried into the open air. 

He pounded into you again and again, conjuring stars for you to see. The knot in your stomach grows tighter as it gets harder to hold it in. You could feel your consciousness starting to slip as he works your cunt. "Sir– I'm gonna cum please"  You whimpered out as more tears started to fall. 

"You can't take it anymore huh?" George grunted back at you, not stopping his hard movements. You could only shake your head aggressively giving him a sign that you were really on the edge. "Alright then pretty girl" He grunted again, lowering his head down to trail kisses down your spine "Cum on my cock c’mon– show me that you’re not just a slut" 

Your mouth hung open as another orgasm washed over you, your lower back aches and your cunt on fire as the filthy moans escaped your trembling lips. Your toes curling and your back arching, your juices started to gush out of your cunt, completely coating George's cock as he drives it in and out harder, helping you ride out your high. “Good girl, there you go” George cooed as your vision started to get blurry when he continued to pound into you after your second orgasm, extremely sensitive, you whimpered out to your boyfriend who was chasing his own high.  

George's hand let go of your head and placed them back into the original position of your hips. Giving you a couple more thrust he started to get sloppy, motioning that he was about to cum. "I'm gonna cum inside alright" He whimpered out before throwing his head back with his eyes on the back of his head. George let out a series of curse words as he empties his load inside you, painting your walls with his thick ropes of cum. He came harder than he ever did, you could feel it as his seeds completely fill you up. George stayed still before slowly pulling out, his seeds immediately spilling out of you.  

"Would you look at that darling, you can't even hold my cum inside you" He chuckled before bringing his middle finger to your heat, collecting his cum and pushing it back inside you.

You softly moaned as you felt his fingers enter you. George pulled his fingers out before wiping them on your things. He guided you onto your back once again. He then swiftly laid down next to you, prompting out on his side as he opened your legs. Your gaze followed his hands as they started to near your heat. You watched him as his hands danced around your heat, collecting both your orgasm before shoving them back into you. 

"I need you to keep it in alright" George whispered as he brought his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips. 

George kissed your side once more before getting up to put on a fresh pair of boxers and moving to your trunk to get you a fresh underwear. George closed your trunk again and shuffled to the bed to see you completely fucked out, making him smile. He opened your legs again and brought each leg to the hole of the panties before putting it on you properly. His lips came down to your hips to give it a kiss before it trails up to your chest and your lips. 

"Are you alright?" George asks worriedly when he realizes you haven't said anything. 

"I'm alright Georgie, that was just– really good" You sigh as you opened your eyes, revealing your boyfriend staring down at you worriedly. 

A small smile danced on your lips before you brought both your arms up to wrap them around his neck bringing him down on you. He kissed your shoulder before resting his head on the crook of your neck, settling down. 

"Are you sure you don't want to shower first?" George asked as he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. 

You shook your head before kissing his forehead. "Later Georgie" You mumbled into his hair as sleep started to take over.

"Alright darling– I love you" 

"I love you too Georgie"

[the-iceni-bitch]

Both Ends Burning: Teaser

Vices Assemble: Chapter 5.1/?

Pairing: crime bosses!Stucky x fem reader

Words: ~1.8k

Summary: Steve isn’t too happy with how you handled things while he and Bucky were out of town.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m and f receiving oral, anal play, mmf threesome, mild daddy kink), almost no plot, sub Bucky, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m steadily working on completing this whole chapter, but felt like giving you all a little teaser since this section is pretty standalone. Enjoy!!

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Steve had been sullen and grumbly for the past 12 hours.

He’d been hesitant to leave you in charge while he and Bucky had to negotiate in Toronto, but Buck was adamant you could handle it, that they trusted you enough to make you number three and share their bed with you, they should be able to trust you to handle operations for a weekend. Plus, Sam was going to be there with you, what was the worst that could happen?

Apparently, you killing one of their capos by throwing him off a roof in front of the rest of them was the worst that could happen. Sam had sounded like he had been holding back laughter when he gave him the call, and Steve hadn’t even given him the chance to explain what had happened before he was almost crushing his phone in his fist.

Bucky was nothing but amused at the whole situation. Steve was such a drama queen, of course he was going to throw a damn tantrum. He muttered mindless endearments at his partner as he ranted on the flight back to New York, rolling his eyes as he listened to the man lament ever bringing you into the fold for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Baby, don’t act like that pussy wouldn’t have sucked you in no matter what.” God, the man was stubborn. You’d already made them a shit ton of money implementing your changes to their distribution network, but Steve needed to be in control.

“No, that’s all you Buck.” Still fuming like an volcano, he was constantly going back and forth between slapping your gorgeous face when he saw you and fucking the shit out of you until you agreed to be reasonable. “I’m not the one who thinks with my dick.”

“Maybe, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have you whipped, though, daddy.” Bucky just laughed when Steve growled at him, leave it to that cocky bastard to start using his pet name against him. You were such a bad influence.

They stopped their conversation when they pulled up to the offices, Steve shrugging uncomfortably when he stepped out of the town car and ignoring Bucky’s eager grin as he tried to come up with a way to get a handle on you.

He thought he might soften once he actually set eyes on you, but when they walked into the office to find you with your feet propped on the desk and sipping some gin while you laughed uproariously at something Sam said just made him angrier.

“Well, hello there boys!” You beamed between the two of them, winking wickedly at Steve before opening your arms to Bucky and letting him kiss you deeply when he crawled into your lap. “Did you miss me?”

“Get the fuck out, Sam.” Steve ran his hand over his face in frustration, glaring at you as you nipped at Bucky’s lips while keeping your eyes fixed on his.

“Sure thing, boss.” The man just shook his head as he stood from his lounging position. “Boss.” He nodded to Bucky. “Boss lady.”

“Bye Sammy!” You purred when Bucky started nuzzling at your throat, giving Steve a mocking pout. “That was awful rude, Stevie. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Seriously?” He just scoffed at you, trying not to lose focus when Bucky ripped your blouse open and popped your tits out of your bra so he could suck on your nipples with a low hum. “The name Gentry mean anything to you?”

“Oh, that.” You bit your bottom lip teasingly, tangling your fingers in Bucky’s hair while he whined against your breast. “That fucker deserved it.”

“I dunno what our most established lieutenant could have possibly done to deserve getting thrown off a fucking building.” He was trying his absolute best to keep from getting hard, but when you spread your legs wide so Buck could slide between them he almost lost it. “Please, enlighten me.”

“He- oh Bucky, baby, fuck.” Your eyelids fluttered when he dragged his tongue over your clothed core, the soft moan that escaped from you making Steve’s cock twitch. “He was stealing from you.”

“What?! Bucky, give it a fucking rest!” His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were creaking, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to restrain himself from striding forward and ripping his baby boy from between your thighs so he could bury himself in you and fuck out his frustration.

“Nu-uh, you stay right there, baby.” You wrapped your thighs around Bucky’s head and held him close, grinding your hips into his face as he tugged your panties to the side and started dragging his tongue over your pussy in slow stripes. “That dumbass so-called ‘King of Manhattan’ started fudging his sales as soon as you brought in that new shit from Miami. God, Buck, right there.” His lips wrapped around your clit and you arched your back into him. “Trying to poach your established clients too, had to let the other assholes know that wouldn’t be tolerated.”

Steve was furious. Aside from the fact that one of those morons they had let roll over from the previous organization had betrayed, the fact that you had been right about not trusting those idiots was making him see red.

“What about the others?” He was going to murder someone, he didn’t think he’d ever been this angry, all he wanted was to fuck you and Bucky until he couldn’t think anymore.

“I’m auditing the other boroughs now… mmm.” Bucky must’ve found the right spot, because your entire body jolted suddenly while you let out a satisfied hum and almost snapped his neck with your thighs. “Aww, looks like daddy’s mad, why don’t you go help him out, baby?”

Bucky whined when you tilted his chin back with one finger, his eyes blown wide and his cheeks and chin covered in your slick as he turned slowly on his knees to face Steve. The blonde growled from deep in his chest when you stood up and gripped Bucky’s jaw, dragging him forward until you were practically throwing him at Steve’s feet. You bent to give him a sloppy kiss before straightening back up and cupping his cheek gently, using your other hand to undo Steve’s belt while you mouthed at his neck.

“You’re a manipulative bitch, you know that?” He rolled his eyes before turning his head to smash his lips to yours, groaning when you freed his cock and wrapped your fingers around it to slap against Bucky’s cheek.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m so good at my fucking job.” You purred when he sucked a bruise against your jaw, drawing your fist over his length while you guided Bucky’s head so he could suck on his balls. “Just fucking relax, Stevie.”

You gave Bucky a light slap before shoving Steve’s cock in his mouth, smirking at the desperate, muffled keen that escaped from his painfully stretched lips when he started fucking his own face. Steve let out a low moan when you stroked his tongue with yours, one of your hands winding through his hair while the other yanked his trousers the rest of the way down.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?” He gasped when you released him, pressing your lips over the curve of his shoulder while your hand slid down his spine and slowly traced over the upper curve of his ass. “Baby, Jesus.”

“Look at you taking such good care of your daddy, pretty boy.” Bucky whined around Steve’s cock at your praise, blinking up at him with big doe eyes while drool leaked from the corners of his mouth. “To answer your question, Stevie, I’m helping you relax.”

“Unh… fuck.” The way Steve’s voice cracked when you spat on his pretty hole before sliding a finger inside him had your clit throbbing, your chest pressed tight against his back as you kissed the back of his neck and started fucking him with your hand. “Oh god.”

“Close enough.” You could tell he wanted to growl at your cocky retort but then you were stroking his sweet spot and he couldn’t think about anything else.

Between the way you were stretching him open and Bucky was swallowing him whole his knees were starting to feel weak, his back arching when you slipped in a second finger so he could let you catch his lips with yours. Bucky was humming around Steve desperately as he gazed up at the two of you, his cock twitching as he brought a hand up to wind his fingers through Steve’s with a needy little whine.

“Shh, didn’t forget about you, baby.” Steve broke away from you reluctantly so he could look down at Buck, stroking his hair soothing as he started grinding his hips against his face. “Look so fucking pretty on your knees for your daddy. You want me to fill that gorgeous mouth with my cum?”

The pitiful whimper he let out was the only answer Steve needed, his pleasure already so close with the way you were milking him. You practically squeezed him from the inside and he choked on a moan, shoving his hips into Bucky’s face as his cock jerked and thick, warm ribbons of his cum shot against the roof of his mouth. He almost collapsed when you kept fucking him through it, prolonging his pleasure until poor Bucky was almost suffocating from the sheer volume of it.

“Buck? You good, pretty boy?” You were practically holding Steve up when he pulled out of Bucky’s mouth, running your fingers over his chest and beaming at the filthy grin the brunette gave you. “See Stevie? Nice and relaxed. You boys might want to get cleaned up, we’ve got a meeting in an hour. Something about a dead lieutenant.”

Steve couldn’t even muster the will to get angry as he collapsed into the chair behind him, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair when he rested his head on his knee and panted.

“Told ya, daddy.” Ok, now his annoyance was starting to come back. “She’s got you whipped.”

“You fucking brat.” He ignored the low chuckle Bucky gave him, his lips tracing over his thigh before he nuzzled into his hips. “I’m gonna take that sass out on your ass in front of that bitch tonight, just you fucking wait.”

[yungbud]

Hi my love! When you have time could you write an fluffy & smutty imagine where the reader gets insecure & worries or compares themselves to Ashley? (Halsey) & Dom finds out & shows the reader how much they mean to him & how much he loves them daddy kink in there with the smut please & a lot of praise & saying "I'll take care of you pretty girl" 🥺

Word count:4.1k

TW?: mostly angst and fluff, but mentions of daddy kink and adult themes obviously its smut.

A/n: anything for you my lil nugget 🥺 Smut is at the bottom you horny cunts. I hope it was everything you wanted and more <33

*rewrite

You knew better. Unfortunately, you were self destructive and couldn't help yourself. It was 3AM and Dom was fast asleep beside you, and had been for hours. You, however, had chosen to watch a video before bed. It was titled “Yungblud being cute for 6 minutes straight.”, but of course one video turned to five or six more, until eventually you came along another video. This one was called “Halsey and yungblud cute moments.” and the cover photo was of them in onesies, one of Dom's arms wrapped around her and the other holding the camera. You could feel the pit begin to grow in your stomach. Glancing over at Dom to check he was still asleep, you pressed play on the video, flipping over so you were facing him, so that if he did wake up he wouldn’t see what was on the screen.

It was ridiculous, honestly. How could you be jealous of her when you were the one laying right next to him. It broke your heart the way he looked at her, you couldn’t help but wonder... is that how he looks at you? Why would he? She’s so beautiful, look at jawline, look at those eyes and her voice. Oh god... her voice, she's a musician. You loved music, but you had never been musically inclined and at best you could go hard on the triangle. But her, she understood it all, down to the tour life. When he was overwhelmed with work or couldn’t find a melody, she could help, when he didn’t know how to deal with all the attention, she could help. She was like the perfect mentor/ girlfriend combo. She connected with him in ways you would never be able to. She got it.

Your finger hovered over part 2 of the video, a moment of hesitation before pressing it. You tapped twice more to skip past the person's intro, wasting no time in getting to the painful stuff. 

One of the first clips was Halsey talking about the night they met. You knew it was unhealthy, but you couldn’t look away. She described it so beautifully, taking a moment to mention that of course she would because she's a writer and that's how she saw the world, her world was so beautiful. Dom deserved to live in her world. 

She went on to say that they had met up in a bar to chat, to which you remembered why. It wasn’t a coincidence, Dom liked her music. He looked up to her. Just another way you could never be who he needed. 

You couldn’t help it. He’d made the trade down of the century and everyone knew it. You paused the video momentarily, subduing the verbal attack on your ears and laying your phone down on your chest. Heavy breaths slid past your lips as you tried to calm yourself from a full blown breakdown.

 You glanced once more over at Dom, ensuring he was asleep before letting a single tear slip down your face. You used the blanket to wipe it away, basking in the shitty feeling you had created for yourself. You decided that was enough of that, shutting off your phone and plugging it up for the night. After laying there silently for a moment you scooted a bit away from Dom. 

You didn’t really feel like being held by him tonight.

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The first thought in your head the next morning was of the events of last night, the same shitty feeling digging itself into the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck.” You sighed

“Sorry, I was borrowing one of Dom’s shirts. I didn’t mean to wake you.”  You turned your head to acknowledge the presence in the room. It was Tom, bent over and digging through a pile of Dom’s clothes.

“All good.” You murmured, flipping onto your stomach and burying your face in the pillow. It smelled like Dom.

Soon after you heard the door shut behind Tom as he left, your head lifting from the pillow. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t really feel like being around Dom today. You couldn’t get past the feeling that he was ultimately worse off with you, that he had settled for less.

You hated the way you felt, your face drooping back into the pillow in an attempt to hide and ended up dozing off, the late night pity marathon catching up with you.

About an hour later you were awoken to Dom’s lips on your forehead. Your eyes met momentarily as you blinked the sleep out of them, reaching upwards in a stretch.

“ ‘ello sleepy head.” Dom says, planting another kiss, this time to your nose. You roll over, replanting your face in the pillow once again, “Are you going back to sleep?” He asks

“Tired.” You mumble back, voice muffled by the pillow.

“It’s 1pm.” no response “How late did you stay up last night?” He asks, laying his head on the pillow next to yours. You shrugged.

“Are you feeling alright, love?” You shifted your head so that you were looking at him, cheek still pressed softly against your pillow “Are you feeling a bit sick? Is it cramps? I can make you a cup of tea and get you some pain killers.” He continued, offering to help you in any way he could. He just wanted to know what was wrong with you, so he could help you. He hated the idea of you up in bed all alone feeling ill. He considered skipping the studio today, he was already cutting it close on time.

“No, I feel fine. Just need a nap. I must’ve stayed up later than I realized, s’all.” You knew you needed to tell him. Every silent moment was filled with you trying to convince yourself to just say something to him. Just talk about it. Just let him in.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’ll be out of the house at the studio, but Tom and Adam are here if you need them. I’ll tell them to be quiet so you can get some rest.” You smiled in response, your eyes closing as he rubbed his thumb lovingly against your cheek “Hey, I love you.” he says, your eyes opening as you mumbled back an I love you of your own, your lips meeting in a chaste kiss before he stood back up and slipped out the door.

As much as you would’ve loved to, you didn’t sleep at all after he left. Tom and Adam had made good on their promise to stay quiet, but it didn’t make much of a difference when that little voice in your head wouldn’t shut up. You opted for distracting yourself with your phone, scrolling through instagram and hoping the memes would brighten your mood. For the most part they did, acting as a simple distraction. 

Once you felt a bit better, you decided part of the reason you felt so bad today and last night was partially due to the fact that you hadn’t had anything to eat. You went to the kitchen to prepare yourself lunch, hearing Tom and Adam talking quietly in the other room.

While you were preparing your food you accidentally bumped into a stack of dirty dishes that had built up in the kitchen. You didn’t see what happened and when you turned to check nothing looked broken, but it was loud.

“Y/n?” Tom asks, tilting his head to get a better look into the kitchen.

“Hm?” You respond after a few moments of quiet deliberation. You weren’t exactly ready to be observed as awake, but you didn’t have any other choice, besides blaming it on an intruder who broke in with the intent of stealing the beloved orange tree outside, but when they arrived in the kitchen and were met with such a disgraceful mess decided they had no choice but to clean up after us. Of course, that might have stirred up a bit of a panic. They loved that orange tree, after all.

“Oh you’re finally up. Are you feeling alright? Dom said he thought you maybe came down with something.” Adam says

“I’m alright, thanks for asking. I’m just making myself lunch.”

“Come sit with us while you eat. We’re playing uno.” Tom invites. When you’re done making yourself food, you decide maybe it would be best to join them. It’s not good for your mental health to be stuffed up in your room pitying yourself all day.

You sat with your food in front of you, watching silently as they played.

“You wanna be dealt in the next round? It’s more fun with three players.” Tom offers, you give him a nod in response as your mouth is full of food. As you nod, Adam plays a red six, which ultimately leads to his demise as Tom then plays three red draw 2’s, stopping Adams hand as he goes to pick up and continuing to lay a red skip, then a yellow one, changes the color back to red and ends on his own red 3. You all laughed as Adam was absolutely massacred, almost choking on your lunch.

“There ain’t no coming back from that. Just tap out man.” You say through your laughter, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Adam. You all had small conversation as you finished your lunch, but soon you were done and the cards were passed out.

After a game or two, the round was paused as Adam stood up to get himself a glass of water, Tom and you shouting out your own drink orders from your place in the living room. By the time Adam was back at the table the running conversation had died down a bit. You began to think about why you’d been in bed all day, and the fact that Dom still attributed it to a small sickness. You felt the insecurity growing inside you once again, and you finally decided to talk about it.

“Did you guys like Ashley?” You ask, as inconspicuously as you could manage.  You watch as they glance at each other, taking a sip of your drink to occupy your mouth.

“Yeah, she was cool,” Tom says, Adam nodding in confirmation “Why?”

“Just curious, I guess. Did you guys ever hang out?” You tried to play it off as casual conversation, but you got the feeling they were picking up on the fact that there was something more under the surface.

“Not really. Not without Dom, even then it was rare. Who’s turn was it?” Tom continued, feeding into your curiosity while trying to maintain the card game.

“Yours, I think.” You paused for a moment, thinking of your next question “Do you think she was better for him than I am?” Your eyes met with Tom’s as the words left your mouth. He stayed silent for a moment and you couldn’t tell what the emotion on his face was. It felt weird, confiding in your boyfriend’s friends. Usually you could tell what your friends were thinking, or have an idea about what they might say, but you didn’t know these two like that.

“Like how?” He asked, nodding towards you to silently mention it was your turn.

“I dunno, they have the same career.” they let out a small laugh at that.

“She knows how to play a guitar so she loves him more?” Adam says

“Well, no, but…” you tried to remember what you were anxious about “she gets it. She knows what it's like to be on the road all the time and not see your family, she knows about the mental toll being in the public eye has and how to deal with it, she knows how to help if he’s nervous about performing.”

“What makes you assume that?” Tom asks

“She’s been doing it so long.”

“Well, yeah, but knowing how to do that isn’t a part of the job description. It’s less about knowing how to be famous and more about knowing the person you’re with. If it was about that, most people in Dom’s life don't get it. But we get Dom, and that’s what he cares about. You get him, so you have nothing to worry about.” Tom says softly. He made a surprisingly good therapist. 

You nodded, picking up 4 cards and sorting through them in your hand.

“But that doesn't mean you get to hide in your room cause you’re insecure. Just cause we’re talking about it doesn’t mean you don’t still need to tell him.” Tom continues, his chin resting in his hand as he looks at you.

“Yeah, of course.” You agree

~~~

You could hear Dom the second he walked in the house, engaging in a small conversation with the boys before making his way up the stairs. You heard his footsteps trail down the hallway and eventually meet your bedroom door, your eyes closing as you listened to it creak open.

“Love? Are you up?” Dom whispered, shutting the door softly behind him. You remained silent, trying to regulate your breathing like that of someone who’s asleep. He sighed, which made your heart crumple a bit. You wondered if you should respond, he might’ve had a hard day, but the nerves took over and you remained silent. 

“You’re still sleeping?” He asked, partially to himself, before exiting the room once more. You could hear him talking with Tom from outside the door.

“Has Y/N been asleep all day?”

“Uh, no. She came out and ate lunch and played uno with us around 2. Is she asleep now?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

You planned on talking it out with him, and up until he walked into the house you were, but you were suddenly overcome with intense nerves and all you wanted to do was hide.  You figured you would get a good night's rest and talk it out with him in the morning, that way if it went badly he would be out for most of the day at the studio and you wouldn’t have to sit in awkward silence as you tried to sleep.

He entered the room once again, stripping himself of his clothes as he preferred to sleep half naked, before joining you in bed. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him and wrapping you both in the blankets. Flipping over to face him, you nuzzled closer into his arms.

“Y/N?” He asks again, shifting to see if you’re awake. You hum in response this time, curious as to what he might have to say.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, his hand returning to your cheek as it was this morning. You nod, letting out a small, genuine yawn as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“How was your day?” You ask, shifting the conversation. 

“It was good. We finally got that song done, I think i’m gonna play with it a bit more tomorrow though. It’s good but I think it could be better.”

“You always think it can be better.”

“It always can.” He states simply, making you smile. You loved that about him, his pure determination and dedication to his craft. It can always be better.

“How was your day? Tom said you guys played a bit of uno, who won?”

“It was alright. Yeah, him and Adam were playing when I came down so I decided to join them. I think overall it was probably Tom though, I think he was cheating.” Dom laughed a little at the claim, brushing his fingers through your mess of a hair.

“So...” You began, needing to get a word out so you wouldn’t bail on talking about this. God, you hated confrontation. Especially when it was about something you were feeling. 

Dom hummed in response, the gentle reminder to continue breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I wasn’t sick today.”

“No?” He encouraged

“No. I was a bit tired though. But, that wasn’t the problem. I was watching youtube last night and I came across a video someone made. It was, like, a compilation of cute moments or whatever so I watched it cause it was cute. Then I watched another, and a few more, and eventually I came across a video that was called ‘Halsey and YUNGBLUD being soulmates for 3 minutes’... and I watched it.” He lets out a small, quiet snort, not entirely catching onto  the vibe of the conversation.

“Jeez, how do they come up with this shit.” He remarked lovingly

“Heh, yeah. It’s just… I watched it and I saw the way you talked about and looked at her… It just got me thinking, yenno?”

“I don’t. What’d it get you thinkin’ about, beautiful?”

“I just felt like maybe you regretted being with me. Maybe you’re still bummed that you guys broke up and you ended up with me. Like maybe you still miss her.” You admit. It’s silent for a moment as he takes it all in, you almost expect him to confirm your suspicions.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I made you feel like that.” He took a moment to think carefully about his next words “I know it must be hard to hear me talk about someone else like that, you can’t really escape my past relationships because of who I am. I honestly never thought of that. I love you, okay? Not anybody else. Obviously she and I had something, but it’s completely in the past and I don’t regret a thing because it led me to you, and I love you so much. You’re my fookin soulmate, I mean it. I’m not gonna let that slip out of your head ever again.” He said, punctuating it with a passionate kiss.

You expected the kiss to end rather quickly, but it didn’t. It kept going, building in intensity as you scooted closer to one another. 

“I love you.” You whisper, breaking the kiss momentarily

“I love you so much, pretty girl” He responds, his hand coming up to hold your jaw.

“Hmm, show me.” You whisper, pulling him closer. His hand slides down your side and onto your thigh as your lips meet again, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling away lightly before indulging in the kiss once again.

Dom’s hands didn’t stay in one place for long, moving about your body as you made out, pausing his actions for a moment to take your shirt off, placing a kiss to each of your breasts before moving his lips up to your neck, leaving little marks for you to find in the morning. A chill ran down your back as he bit down on your ear, his hands massaging your breasts before reaching behind you and unbuckling your bra, throwing it off to the side and shifting his attention to your nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he presses his tongue flat against it as you lie down to give him a better angle.

His tongue flicking against your nipple while his hand plays with your other nipple. He swapped between which he used his mouth on and which he used his hand, making sure to give them both equal attention,  your hands tangling themself into his hair while he did so. When he was satisfied he pulled away, causing you to let out a small whimper as you felt his lips leave you, making their way down your stomach in a series of wet, open mouthed kisses.

When he made it to your underwear he licked a single stripe, taking his his sweet, sweet time. First, kissing his way up one thigh, then back down and ghosting his lips over the area you needed him both, taking a moment to inhale your scent before kissing his way back up the other leg, and right back down. 

“Please.” You whine

“Shh, I’m gonna take care of you, pretty girl.” He hushed, pulling your panties down your legs and glancing up at you as he did so, mimicking your pout before placing a chaste kiss on your clit. You leant your head back, closing your eyes as you waited patiently for him to begin. 

He started off slowly, licking up your slit as he took his time with you. Dom loved to use his tongue anytime he could, you loved it too. When he ate you out, it wasn’t just tongue, he made sure to pay attention to your clit and use his fingers when needed but on nights like tonight, where he really wanted to drive you crazy, he made sure to use a lot of tongue.

“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He whispers, his breath fanning against you, his hands wrapped around your thighs as he lost himself in you, holding you like if he didn’t you would take his meal away. You tried your best to suppress the moans he was pulling out of you, knowing Adam and Tom were just rooms away. The way he was working you left you wishing you had come to him with this sooner. Your hips came up to meet his actions, your hand placed firmly on the back of his head, pushing him as far into you as he could go, eager to meet your release. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, ride daddy’s face. Let daddy show you how much you mean to him.” He hums, taking a moment to catch his breath. You do as you’re told, the request putting you in anything but a bratty mood. You let out a small moan as he continues his actions, your hips setting the pace.

Once again, it started off slow, until you began to work yourself up. Your hand reached down, tangling itself in his hair once again, tugging as you tried to push yourself further down, your hips speeding up while you bite your tongue to keep down the moans that clawed their way up your throat.

You could feel the pressure building up in your stomach, squeaking out to Dom that you were gonna cum before releasing on his tongue. He let you remain there for a minute, riding out your high while he massaged and kissed your thighs. When you had fully come down you move yourself off his face, making your way down to his bulge where you began to unbutton his pants. His hand quickly came down to stop you.

“Tonight’s supposed to be about you.”

“I wanna make you feel good too.” You say, giving him a small pout. He stops to think for a moment before taking off his pants pulling you over him, giving himself a few painfully slow strokes before slipping himself inside of you. Your hips rocked carefully against him, still sensitive from your last orgasm. His hands continued to massage your hips as you found your pace, finding it harder and harder to remain silent.

“You’re so beautiful, pretty girl. Daddy loves to watch you bounce on his cock.” Dom growls, his hips coming up to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, you give up on holding back your moans at this point as it’s already very obvious to anyone in the house what's happening upstairs. 

The bed was creaking, your skin  slapping together as he thrust into you, unable to cease the  loud moans falling past your lips. Your legs began to shake as you approached your second release. Dom pulls you close, holding you, the gentle gesture in sharp contrast with the way he’s pounding away at you.

“Please can I cum.” You whimper

“One moment,” he interrupted himself with a groan “I wanna cum with ya, love.”

You held on as best you could, melting into his grasp as he worked towards finishing himself off. Soon after he growled a barely audible “Cum.” signifying his release. You moaned against each other, Dom pulling you closer as close wasn’t close enough. He maintained his actions, riding through your orgasm with one hand in your hair and the other lovingly stroking your thigh.

“Daddy’s got you babygirl.” He whispers into your ear, hushing you as you come down from your high.

When you finally felt well enough to sit up, your muscles hurt from the strain so you and Dom decided to have a bath.

He got up to run the bath water just the way you liked it and insisted on carrying you there, because ‘You’re hurtin’ so you can’t walk.’

You didn’t mind, though, laying your head on his shoulder as he carried you princess style into the bathroom. Luckily, the boys were in their rooms with the doors closed, presumably to suppress some of the noise.

The warm watered soothed your aching as you sat with Dom behind you, his wet hands stroking your arms with his head buried in your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

After that night, you didn’t think you’d ever question your relationship with Dom again.