#im so babbly when im in pain

[enden-k]

taru, somewhere in the waters for who knows how long after he broke out from underwater jail, possibly reliving abyss trauma or smth, while fontaine is about to be flooded :

"yea hell be fine"

my bbg falling and scraping the entirety of his ass in a tournament :

[lightbulb-warning]

so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

[cerealmonster15]

ok ok ok now im at a crossroad of 'how direct do i want to commit to this side ship i was maybe going to just vaguely hint at' like it's not in the tag bc it's NOT ABOUT THEM but also. teehee.

[our-inspire-verse]

Well maybe if i make myself feel more unwell the others will come out! <- joking and wrong

[mildswearingat4am]

We have a ton of old worn-out bedsheets we’re getting rid of, so I’ve been using this as an opportunity to practice making patterns and sewing clothes that like. Actually work.

Which means trying to keep the wingin-it to a minimum, looking up a ton of tutorials, and SO. Much. Ironing.

Hey sewing ppl how do you do this without going insane

[vvindication]

of all the time Ive been drawing & writing & typing and shit the thing that actually fucked up my wrist was. cutting fruit. why

[comet-frog]

finally tied goddamn

[s0dium]

Fucking you raw??!!!

Synopsis: It's his first time fucking and you are letting him go raw?????!!! Oh boy.

Warnings: Everything you might imagine.

Is he dreaming? This has got to be a dream.

He blinks. Hard. To his disbelief, the site below him remains unchanged.

He gazes, awestruck by the vulnerability and arousal mirrored in your eyes. The soft, ambient light above casts a gentle glow on your skin, accentuating its smoothness and the delicate curve of your shoulders and highlighting the gentle slope of your breasts. Your nipples glisten, probably from his spit when you practically had to coax him off them.

"Are you ok baby?" Your voice comes out almost as a whisper, sultry and smooth. He watches your lips form the words, how your mouth glistens from the spit of his messy kisses, and how your tongue darts out to wet it.

He thickly gulps and nods. No, he would not lose composure, not now when he has been fantasizing this moment for months. With unbreaking focus, he presses the tip of his dick against your tight hole.

Then, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and pushes in. Immediately his mind goes white, paper white. Fuck, he has to kneel over from how wet, warm and goddamn tight you feel. The sensation is electric, like tiny sparks dancing along his nerves, igniting every inch they touch. It's a delicious contrast of heat and moisture, sending waves of tingling delight that radiate from dick finger to the rest of his body. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe he is fucking the girl of his dreams raw. Your a god damn angel for letting him do this he is sure of it.

He has to remain still inside your heat for a few seconds and thank god you let him, or else he is sure he wouldve cum ropes into you there and then.

"Im gonna move now baby," He throws his head back and groans "J-jesus you feel so good"

He's too immersed in his own pleasure to realize that you are also being thrown in the abyss of utter euphoria. Letting him go raw was the absolute best fucking decision you have ever made. His dick filled you to the brim, stretching you perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to see how much you could take, how much he could take. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure.

"F-faster" You manage to croak out and he lets out a whine at your words. Jesus, you don't need to tell him twice.

He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix, driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. The bed creaks beneath you both, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His movements are relentless, each one more intense than the last, the friction of his dick scraping against your walls making your toes curl.

"Love you, love you so much" he babbles. He's far too gone, a primal need for you has settled in him and his brain is on auto pilot. All he can think about is how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how pretty you look right now. The sensation of your body moving in unison drives him wild, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy. His low groans and murmured praises only heighten the intensity, making each moment more electrifying than the last.

"So good s-so good" your words are strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Every thrust ignites a fire within you, the sensations so intense you can hardly think. Your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you, the rhythm of his movements perfectly attuned to your own mounting desire. You moan in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his groans, as each powerful thrust pushes you closer to the edge. The pleasure is all-consuming, making your body tremble with each delicious impact, every moment more euphoric than the last.

As he continues, you can sense his building intensity, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel the shudder of pleasure running through him with each thrust like electricity. His grip on you tightens, and his pace quickens, driven by a primal need. Every thrust brings him closer to the peak, his mind beginning to blur with overwhelming sensation. You can see the tension in his muscles, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back.

"Shit shit shit" he gasps, bending over so his lips are against your ear. "Im gonna cum baby, im gonna cum in you fuuuuuu-"

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, his mind goes blank, and a surge of pure ecstasy washes over him. His body tenses, abs hardening as he reaches the peak of his euphoria. He groans deeply, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure, every muscle in his body taut with the intensity of his climax. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving him trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

You gasp at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you up. Theres so much of it it spills out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Your body trembles in response, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sensing your rising climax, he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft, peppered kisses.

His voice, husky with desire, whispers in your ear, "Let it go, baby. Let it go."

His words, combined with the gentle touch of his lips, send shivers down your spine. He slows his thrusts, his dick still painfully hard, moving with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm that drives you wild. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your entire body tensing as you approach the edge. His soothing words and tender kisses coax you further, until finally, you let go.

A wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body arching in response. The world blurs as you reach the peak of your euphoria, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His slow, deliberate thrusts and murmured encouragement keep you riding the wave of ecstasy, your mind lost in the overwhelming bliss. You cry out, the release so powerful it leaves you trembling, completely consumed by the moment.

Your left gasping for air and just when your about to roll over and take a breath, he grabs the underside of your legs and presses them against your chest.

"So sorry baby, I need more. Please let me have more."

GOJO, GETO, Toji, YUUJI, YUUTA, KENMA, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, EREN, SHIGARAKI, SANEMI

[txmxkis]

here i go. life will never be the same again

[bunnis-monsters]

Bunny hybrid reader going through a painful heat, and having to be fucked for hours to calm down (Happy 5k 🎉)

A/N: this is a request for my 5K event! I am doing ALL requests I get within the next 24 hours, send one while you can!

You mewed out in agony, humping your pillow and babbling out pleas for your wolf!hybrid lover to fuck you.

Unfortunately, he had been gone for the day for work when your heat started, leaving you miserable and alone.

It was painful, your fingers not big enough to satisfy your need to be mounted and fucked by your mate. You cried and cried, your cheeks covered and tears as you desperately tried to fuck yourself on your soaked fingers.

The door to your shared room burst open, and you only got a glimpse of your mate frantically unbuttoning his pants before he was mounting you.

“So sorry, baby…” he growled out apologetically as he ruthlessly pounded you, finally itching that scratch in your needy bunny cunt. “I’ll make it better, shh… gonna breed you right…”

Your mate held onto your fat hips, fucking into his chubby little bunny as if he was in heat too. You mewled out in pleasure, lifting your ass to meet him, wanting more and more!

Though the positions changed so he could fuck you harder and deeper, one thing always stayed the same.

He always looked down at you with absolute love and adoration, one of his hands always on your fat belly.

“Gonna give you some pups. Don’t worry your pretty little head, just focus on my knot filling you up, okay?”

——————

NSFW TAGLIST: @sunset-214 @screaming-crying-screamingagain @strawberrypoundtown @avalordream @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @im-eating-rn @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa @pasteldaze @j3llyphisching @unforgettablewhvre @yoongiigolden @peachesdabunny @murder-hobo @leiselotte @misswonderfrojustice @dij-ology @i8kaeya @lollboogurl @h3110-dar1in9 @keikokashi @aliceattheart @mssmil3y

[taintedcigs]

— cowboy hat rule.

pairing: cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising, kinda degrading but not really, a lil argument, dom!steve, rivals to fcking, swearing, good old bj for our good boy stevie! reader has a nickname 'sunshine' bc i didn't wanna do y/n sorry:(

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. (wc: 5k+)

author's note: this is just horny babbling. i have no idea how cowboy lore works so if im wrong pls just close ur eyes i tried to research but i couldnt find shit just pls i just want cowboy steve dick. and ofc no proof-reading bc im lazy as hell. no dividers ugly aesthetic bc of tumblrs f ass not showing my shit in tags SIGH.

also PLSSS LIKE + REBLOG + COMMENT TO SUPPORT ME MWAH ILY

When you told Mr. Harrington you’d be more than happy to help around his Ranch during the summer, you didn’t expect Steve to become a problem, but you were wrong, so fucking wrong. 

A cocky cowboy who’s way too into partying and into his looks and his fluffy hair than you could ever imagine. That’s exactly how you��d describe Steve Harrington. Even though you so badly wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to disregard the rumors and the reputation that came with him. But, he made it so goddamn hard. 

All he fucking did was tease you, complain. Order you around and act like you didn’t know how to do shit. And, you didn’t, but he was supposed to be your guidance, teach you. But all he did was grumble and give you that goddamned smirk. 

Yet, you couldn’t fully hate him, there was a side of him he rarely showed you, one that cared, one that offered you rides—it was more of a mumble each night but you accepted nonetheless, one that ended up at your side whenever an asswipe bothered you at the bar, one that offered you a hand on your back when you were crying, he didn’t ask what happened, didn’t speak, just stood there, letting you spill out your guts. The two of you never spoke about these incidents, ever, because he acted like they didn’t exist, like he couldn’t bear the thought of being nice to you. 

You were so fascinated by him, even though you’d never admit it out loud. He was charismatic, outright funny, and had a heart of gold that you only peered one layer of. 

And fuck it, he was fine, annoyingly good-looking that he was a distraction to be around when you were supposed to be working, him with those sturdy denim jeans that cupped his ass perfectly, wide-brimmed cowboy hat with a creased crown, put perfectly on his head. Even though you’d much rather see his pretty hair falling on his face, run your hands through his smooth layers.

Usually, when it got as hot as it did today, he’d even take off that stupid shirt, feast your eyes with his glimmering chest, all hairy and glistening with sweat, broad shoulders as he ordered everyone around made you gulp. Like he is doing with you, right fucking now. 

“Sunshine, get back to work.” Heat travels to your cheeks quickly, and that stupid nickname rolls off his lips so bitterly, the one he always called you just because you were all nice and smiley—even when he was being an asshole to you, something that grinded his gears, you guessed it was a foreign concept to him, being nice. 

You were quick to shake off the hold he had on you, getting back on your feet as you stood your ground. “I am working! Just needed a second to breathe!” The lies rolled off your lips so simply that you wondered if he caught you staring. When he turned around to leave, you guessed he hadn’t. 

“Asshole.” The insult leaves you before you can register how close Steve still was to you. 

Turning head-spinningly fast. “What did ya say?” He spits, making you gulp physically. 

He looks out of the world stunning when he’s mad, maybe it’s a toxic trait of yours but, fuck, the way his chocolate hues turn unrecognizable, that slight quirk of his brows, and the way his muscles flex in pure anger made you rub your thighs together. 

Jesus Christ. He is getting into your head, and you hate that you think of him this way when he is so mean. 

“Nothing! I’m just saying it’s really hot out today,” you hum, the sun rays hitting your face not making it easier on the heat that flame your cheeks. 

He gives you a snort, all mocking once he takes a step closer, making you feel hotter if that is possible. “Well that’s what happens in the summer, darlin’”

Hand on the wall he tilts his head slightly, all with sass that has you rolling your eyes. “Or did you expect the weather to give Miss Sunshine some sorta special treatment?”

You roll your eyes, an act you always did that makes Steve’s jaw clench. “Oh, come on Steve! It’s really, really, hot, and the sun is all on my face!”

“Boo-hoo, princess,” he mocks, tipping his hat, almost as if to tease you further.

You scoff, getting closer to him. “Easy for you to just stand around in that big hat!” With a narrowed gaze, you cross your arms against your chest, like a brat, another trait that annoyed Steve even further.

Then, you beam again, and Steve knows no matter how much you hate it, Sunshine is absolutely the nickname you deserve, eyes glistening with happiness that it annoyingly even brings a glint to his pretty amber hues. His gaze unintentionally droops down to tour lips, so plushy and soft looking when it curls into that pretty smile that Steve wants to kiss you all over. 

“Oh! Do you mind if I?” You ask all giggly, pointing toward his wide-brimmed hat, hand teasingly standing above his head. 

He scoffs as if you had just asked him the most insulting question ever. “Not a chance,” he spits, now he crosses his arms in front of his chest, eyeing you with a dark glint in his eyes, one you couldn’t decide was full of annoyance or just pure desire. 

“Mhmmm… okay,” you hum, feigning innocence for a second, before snatching it off his head with another hearty giggle.

Oh, what he would do to hear that on a loop, admire the way your lips stretched into the prettiest grin, brows quirked.

“Sunshine!” He chides, much rougher than he intends to, but you don’t pay attention to him when you place the hat carefully on your head, smoothing your hair.

You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes that have him melting, everytime, without fail. “Admit it, looks better on me.” You shrug, expecting him to agree.

Instead, he just offers you a deep sigh of breath, eyes almost widening when he realises what you just did. “Do you even—”

He huffs, hiding the obvious pink shade thats starting to color his cheeks, you really had no idea the hold you had on him, did you? “God, you city girls have no idea about anything, huh?”

Your brows furrow. “What?” 

“Cowboy hat rule?” He asks with a tilt of his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

A teasing smile curves on your plushy lips as you push for more information. “What’s that?”

“Just give me the hat back,” he insists, attempting to mask the warmth that crept into his tone.

With a shake of your head, your defiance only grows, a glint of mischief dancing in your gaze. “Not until you tell me the rules.” 

“Sunshine,” he warns, voice so grumbly that heat travels all over your body quicker than the sun burning you. 

“Steve?” You hum with a flirty gaze, so teasing that Steve wants to fuck you right then and there, until he teaches you proper manners, until he shows you not to be a total fucking brat and not to roll your eyes at him, until he shows you that you’re his. 

But, of course, he settles on a low grumble of, “You’re annoying.”

“You used to be more creative with the insults, Harrington.” Another teasing remark, and Steve rolls his tongue inside of his mouth. 

With a smirk, he takes another step toward you, when your back hit the walls of the barn, only then you realise, he has you cornered. “You wanna know the cowboy hat rule, princess?” He asks all smugly.

Gaze meaner than he is, chest almost pressed against yours, voice so low that all you can do is slightly nod. 

Your breath gets hitched in your throat when his face is mere inches away from yours, hot breath fanning against your cheeks, skin heating on the impact, that brattiness you wear as a mask quick to slip off when he’s all demanding. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” His tone is almost a growl, pupils blown wide, making you gulp, physically.

“What?” You blink, unsure of what he’s actually asking. Excitement jumping around in your tummy. 

“You heard me. Wanna take me for a ride, Sunshine?” He is so goddamn close that you are sure he can hear the annoying tumble your heart does at the weight of what his words hold. 

It makes you pause, gaze sticking on his, sometimes slipping away to his soft lips, almost to signal him of something, but all you can do is try to hide the embarrassment that burns your cheeks. 

“Didn’t think so,” he scoffs, backing away just slightly. 

His cowboy hat is too big on your head, tipping low over your eyes, possibly hiding your nervousness as you mutter, “What if I do?”

With a smooth motion, he flips it off from your head, holding it with his palm, away from you. “Get back to work, Sunshine.”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I, those horses ain’t gonna straddle their strap themselves, off. to. work,” he hisses, turning to leave.

You huff, heat still burning off your cheeks, more embarrassed than annoyed, yet you still don’t have it in yourself to let it go, you can’t let him have this. Win this.

Quick to snatch the hat back, “So the hat rule is, wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy, huh?” You mumble behind him, your voice failing you, yet you appear to be giggly, and Steve heaves a deep sigh of breath, before fully turning to you.

He halts a bit when he sees you once again, in his hat, tipped low, that stupidly addicting smirk gracing your slightly-open lips, hand on your hips, and all he wants to do is fuck you till you lose that attitude of yours. 

“Stop,” he warns, taking a step closer to you but with a shake of your head you back away, and he sighs, loud and annoyed. 

“Gimme that, sunshine!”

“Nuh-uh.” All teasing and bratty, and grating on Steve’s last nerve. You know this, yet you wanna keep pushing him, further and further, until he snaps, until he can’t take it anymore. You have no reason to do this, you’re supposed to hate him, think of him as an annoying asshole.

But the two of you are finally tethering on that line, the line between purely teasing each other out of spite, to teasing each other out of flirting, you know that, and you don’t wanna take a step back. “Prove it.”

You are all up in his face, and all he can do his roll his eyes, cheeks beetle red, frustration worn on his face. “Knock it off.”

You tut gently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Not until you—” Your words are interrupted quickly when he snatches up the hat from your head in annoyance, making you gasp when he discarded it easily.

“Get back to work!” His voice raises, and it makes you take a deep breath.

Shit, did you fuck this up?

“What?” You question, entire body feeling dizzy. He takes a step closer.

“You heard me.”

Another step closer, his breaths come out in short gasps, frustration taking over him. “Get back to fuckin’ work, before I can’t stop myself.”

He is close. Too fucking close, and you can’t help the way your gaze droops down to his soft lips, slightly parted open, downturned from frustration. God, you realize how hot he is when he is angry, once again. “F—from what?”

He hesitates, before licking his lips. This is it. He wants, no, he desperately needs you. Needs to put you to your place. Teach you what happens to bratty girls like you. Show you what exactly the stupid rule is. “From fucking you in this goddamn barn.”

You release the breath you’ve been holding back, feeling small, so small under his gaze. Mouth hanging open, and all you want is him to pin you against the wall, have you screaming out his name. “From making sure I show you how the goddamn cowboy hat rule works.”

Your back is plastered against the wall, his hands are by your side, you are caged beneath him, chest rising in anticipation. “Is that what you want, honey, think you can handle all of that?” He’s so smug, and you don’t know what overtakes you when he’s all in control like this, you wanna obey him, make him happy, proud, so you bite back on your insults.

His smirk is dangerously alluring, and you’re under his spell. 

“Please,” you beg, heat finds your cheeks again, you hate the hold he has on you.

He barks out a chuckle, so mean, yet as equally hot. “Please, what? Speak up,” he spits, rolling his tongue inside of the roof of his mouth, lips wearing a smirk.

“Ruin me,” your voice is small, meek, yet it makes him groan. 

You’re such a good girl for him, and he wants nothing more than to ruin you. Fully. Completely. Ruin you for every other man. 

His head ducks down to your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss before leaning into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Goddamit darlin’, you gonna be the death of me, huh?”

You don’t—you can’t answer, you’re speechless, rubbing your thighs together desperately, seeking some friction, a touch, anything. 

He levels with you again, dangerous gaze on your lips, fingertips brushing against your cheeks teasingly “You know what I always wanted to do, sunshine?” He coarses lowly. 

“W—what?” You ask with a gulp, lips twitching with need. 

He gives you another grin, that asshole. The pad of his thumb slowly caressing your lips now, making you shiver with hunger. “Always wanted to put you to your place, you and that damn smart mouth, always runnin’ it for no good reason. I’d give you a good reason for those pretty lips, huh? Use it the way I wanna use it, fill it the way I wanna feel it,” he grunts like he said the most normal thing, yet you’re already squirming, wanting to open your lips, take his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, show him how much of a good girl you can be for him.

He has you on such a hold already, and you can’t complain. For someone who seemed to be annoyed—hell, even hated him a few minutes ago, you feel crazy, batshit insane, all you want is him.  

His fingertips play with your lips all teasingly, pupils blown wide, the other hand caresses your hair so possessively that you melt into his touch. “You gonna be good for me sweet thing?”

He doesn’t have to ask you twice. “Y—yes, sir.”

Sir. 

Godfuckingdammit. You don’t know the hold you have on him, do you?

He bites back on the moan that rumbles in his throat, instead settling on a, “Good girl.” Your puppy dog eyes glint at the praise, and he makes a mental note of it. . 

“Get on your knees f’me, darlin’,” he grumbles, and you’re quick to obey, not minding the uncomfortable feeling of the wooden floors scraping your knees, or the fact that anyone might’ve walked in, the door was locked, and there was probably no one around yet Mr. Harrington might’ve returned to the ranch at any moment. But he made you feel safe, somehow. 

You look up at him with those doe-eyes again, making him suck in a breath before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off his hips, boxers so tight around his hard cock that he grunts involuntarily.  

Your eyes go wide the second his erection springs free, almost hitting the tip of your nose, red, angry and leaking with pre-cum, he lets out a chuckle at your expression before grabbing the base of his cock. 

Same eyes, looking up at him all hungrily, Steve feels the way blood rushes quickly to his cock, making him harder if that's even possible, with a groan he runs the leaking tip across your lips. “Open up.”

Your hand replaces his quickly, and he runs his fingers through several strands of your hair, teaching you how exactly he wants you. 

You open your mouth wide, just like he likes it, tongue giving his slit kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his salty pre-cum, wrapping your plushy lips around his thick head, and sucking the life out of him, determined, and feigning innocence with the soft gaze you held. 

Head thrown back, heavy boots planted on the harsh ground, he lets out a low groan, stroking your hair all softly. “Look at you s’pretty like this for me.”

His hand wraps tighter around your hair, pushing you onto him, making sure you gag a little and that only spurs you on, making you whine around his cock, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Cat got your tongue, darlin’?” He chuckles all meanly. 

“God, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to shut up that bratty mouth like this?” He asks with grunts leaving his open mouth, hand working harshly around your head, mouth feeling like heaven the more you bob around his thick length, struggling to take all of him. 

“Those pretty lips are—mmpf, shit—better stuffed with my cock than being a spoiled lil’ city girl runnin’ her mouth, ain’t that right, baby?” You nod meekly, angelic eyes seeking for his validation before you flatten your tongue around the sensitive part of his tip, struggling to take all of him in your mouth. Earning guttural moans, eyes squeezed shut as he feels your soft lips wrapped around him again.

“Fuck, sweet thing.” You can feel his filthy grunts straight in your core, all low and lewd that you almost moan around him again, he puts one hand on the wall, helping himself to better move in and out of your throat. 

He knows if you keep this up, he’ll cum right and there, and fuck, he needs that. But he needs to be inside of you more. 

You keep up your stroking, now adjusting yourself properly to start licking and sucking on his balls. “Sunshine, you need to s—stop,” the words barely leave his lips, he so doesn’t want you to stop. But, he needs to cum inside of you. 

Yet, you don’t listen to him as your movement speeds up, determined to feel his load warming your throat, make him proud, and your mouth bobs harder around his length, making him growl at you harshly. “Sunshine,” he warns, pulling you by your hair. 

You’re quick to take a deep breath of air once he pulls you off, looking up at him with the perfect innocent eyes, your lips wearing the prettiest pout. “Was that not good for you, Stevie?” 

Stevie. That nickname makes his head spin faster, all he wants to do is fuck you against those stupid rustic walls, have you screaming out for him, the whole ranch filled with your filthy noises, no one was around anyway.

“You kiddin’, sweetheart?” He gives you a chuckle, wrapping his hands around your jaw, pulling you off the floor. 

“You were fuckin’ amazing,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you, tasing the salty semen on your tongue. 

His hands are quick to travel along to your waist, fingertips finding their way onto your panties rather quickly, earning a gasp out of you. “Need to be in here first, honey.”

You nod, so quickly that you can feel him grinning into the kiss, his hands are everywhere, yours are more or less the same, quick to get rid of his top, to feel his toned chest in your soft hands, your top is sprawled right next to his, revealing your pink and gold bra at him, breasts peeking out just enough to have him groan, big hands quick to get rid of them. 

He has you caged against the amber walls, back hitting the rough material, making you hiss. Your skin heats at the impact, it’s filthy, lewd, and so public, but none of you even care enough to break the kiss. He settles between your thighs, his pants drooped to his ankles, hands rubbing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The sight of you so easily submitting to him, makes his cock grow harder than he thought was possible, looking so ethereal that Steve forgets all about everything else. “Sunshine,” he breathes, hands fiddling with the hem of your panties. 

“Mhmm,” is all you can muster, legs slightly open for him, and he almost feels possessive over you, it’s entirely stupid, but he looks so fucking alluring with those dark chestnut eyes, layered hair a mess, and cock weeping entirely with the thought of you. 

His thumb runs over the seam of your pussy, just a glimpse of how his fingers are going to ruin you, and you pulse and clench against him already. Wet. Drenched. And all ready to take him. “You’re soaked,” he groans.

Leaning further into your ear, “is that all for me, honey?” he rasps, desperate, needing your confirmation. 

Heat grows in your cheeks faster than a scorching day in July, and he grins, again, all cocky and proud. “Yes,” you admit meekly, and Steve’s quick to kiss your worries away. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growls, swirling your wetness up and around your slit, almost toying with you, having you desperately mewl for him. 

He can’t put his finger on it, what it is that draws him this much into you, but he’s hooked, so goddamn obsessed that he feels like an idiot, for being this much of an asshole, for acting like a grade school boy who’s pulling the pigtails of his crush. Like a stupid cliche. 

“Stevie.” That nickname, again. Godfuckingdammit, Steve thinks. You have him so wrapped around your finger, it’s like a prayer, and he’s sure you’re not aware of it. And it drives him even crazier. “Please.”

“Talk to me.” His voice is low, lips now nipping at your neck, suckling, giving you all the marks you need. 

“I need you,” you hum, eyes squeezed shut, desperate. His finger discard your panties and slide easily inside of you, your back is fully dipped into the well-worn walls with how good he feels, his thick fingers making their way in and out of your soppy cunt, whines leave your lips faster than you can comprehend. 

“Ruin me, Steve, fully, completely.” You don’t know how those words leave past your lush lips, but your thighs ache with need, cunt throbbing for him and him only. 

His eyes widen quickly, pure hunger quick to fill his veins, mouth hanging open, curses leaving his lips at how forward you are being. “Show me the cowboy hat rule, sir.” 

Steve all but groans, mouth harshly on yours again, chests pressed together and you can feel how hard he truly is, rock stiff, and aching to be inside of you. The sheer size of how he feels against your thighs almost makes your eyes bulge again. 

His fingers stop moving in and out of you, before you can whine, he spins you around so fast that you gasp loudly, hands immediately plastered on the wall, pleasure and excitement fills your tummy, but the fact that he’s seeing you all vulnerable like this is embarrassing enough that you try to close your legs. 

He’s quick to stop you with a grin, rough hands landing on the back of your thighs, spreading them open while tutting you. “Nuh-uh. Don’t get all shy now, princess. Spread them open f’me.” You spread them a little, cunt throbbing with how close his fingers are. 

He groans again once he fully gets a view of you like this, face down, ass up, your pussy slicked with your juices, at his mercy. “‘M gonna ruin you, honey, don’t you worry.” A dark chuckle barks out from his chest, sending chills down your spine, almost making you whine. 

Fuck. 

His hands are rough when he has you by your waist, bruising almost. Lining his cock in front of your slick core, he swipes the head of his reddened tip inside of you with one forceful thrust. Your plushy lips open slightly, stealing your breath away as you try to adjust to his size.

Shit, shit, shit, he feels even better than you fucking expected.

His cock splits you open, filling every goddamn inch of you. You don’t know how many times you thought this, but, shit, he’s as big as the gossip in this small town says he is. 

His thrusts are slow, grunts so loud and heavenly that it spurs you on more and more. His weight on you, the bruising hold. You feel him everywhere. On your back, hips, and fucking inside of you.

“F-fucking, fuck!” he growls, leaving nibbles all over your shoulder and back, even with the fact that this was Steve, and he was rough and filthy, it was wildly intimate, so wildly intimate that you could feel your heart pounding inside of your chest. 

“How are you this fuckin’ tight, s-sweetheart?” One of his hands travel up to your neck, roughly holding you down, hips slamming into you with such force that you cry out.

He watches the way his girthy cock disappears in and out of you, wetting himself with your juices, filling every inch of you. “Doin’ s’good for me, princess.” His praises are heavenly, making your chest swell with pride.

He moves inside of your soppy cunt with short thrusts. Completely bottomed out, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time as his balls, heavy with cum grind against your clit, with each movement, making you cry out his name, babbles leaving your mouth. “Yeah, you like this don’t ya? Want me to ruin this slutty pussy, huh? Ruin it for every other men?”

You nod all dumbly, yet, it isn’t enough for him. He wants to hear you, have you scream it out. “Say it, sweet thing, fuckin’ say it,” he groans, coarse voice making tingles appear everywhere on your skin. 

“I-I love it, Stevie, want you to ruin me for everyone else, mmpf,” you moan all fucked out, eyes rolled all the way back to your head, hips desperately grinding against him for some more friction. 

He picks up his pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon.“F-fuck doll, won’t last if you keep runnin’ that dirty mouth.” 

But his words just encourage you to keep going, gasps coming out in short breaths as you manage to drive him crazier. “All yours, sir, all yours.” 

He grunts at that, one of his arms snaking around and under your hips to find a better angle, lifting you up so that he can fuck his cock deeper into you, make you feel how fucking big he really is. “That’s right, baby, it’s all fuckin’ mine.”

Hot tears spill down your cheeks, entire body burning with it. The slick sounds of his hips driving into you, your moans, his low groans are all that fill the room. So fucking filthy, and you can feel yourself clenching around him. 

It’s all too much; his hands everywhere, the lewd noises he makes, how deep his girthy cock is bottomed out inside of you, making you feel every ridge. It’s fucking perfect, and you desperately need to cum. 

And of fucking course, Steve can feel your pussy gripping him, so tight that he knows he’s gonna cum right after you do. “Gonna cum f’me, huh? Such a good girl,” he praises, again, knowing the effect it has on you and all you can do is gasp and weakly nod. 

One of his thumbs quickly finds your clit, making your pussy throb around him in pure ecstasy, all the overstimulation enough to have you crying like a bitch in heat. “Give it to me, angel,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere on your skin.   

His movements pick up, padded thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the other hand landing on your nipples, twisting them while pumping into you, it’s all too much that it makes you sob and beg for him. 

“Cream my cock, let me ruin you completely, darlin’” It’s all the confirmation you need as your orgasm builds and washes through you, body exploding with pleasure, spreading through your skin as you scream out his name. 

Your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, and he fucking knows, he won’t last, not in the slightest. “S-shit, sweet thing, gonna make me cum with all those filthy noises.” 

“Want that, honey, hmm? Wanna be filled with my cum? Show everybody in this town who owns ya? Owns this tight lil’ cunt?” He feels it, that pure hunger for you over taking him, coarse voice, dark eyes, like a man possessed. His fingers dig further into your skin as he desperately chases his orgasm, enjoying the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as he drives into you.

“P-please, Stevie, n-need your cum,” you weakly hum. And it fucking breaks him. Hips losing all rhythm when he spills his warm load into you, twitching inside of you once he pumps you full of his cum. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sunshine,” he breathes, collapsing on your back, both of you trying to come down from the high. He slips free of you slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs, making him grin proudly. 

“S-steve,” you weakly murmur, collapsing in his arms. He holds you down, slight kisses left on your back, delicate in a way you have never seen him before. Yet, the two of you don’t mention it, “let me take you home,” he mutters, a gentle hold on you that makes you feel warm.

“N-no.”

“No?” Intrigued, his breath gets caught in his throat, the look you give him is so sultry that the blood rushes to his cock in an instant again. Fucking fuck, what have you done to him.

“We still haven’t followed the rules,” you purr sweetly, causing him to raise his brows in excitement, tempting him further and further. 

“The rule was wear the hat, ride the cowboy, wasn’t it?” You question with a slight grin, eyes lulled, still fucked out. 

Your fingertips gently grazed against his chest, hairy and slicked with sweat, his sudden dominance fading when you were so quick to switch from begging to cum underneath him to gaining that flirty, giddy personality again. Already leaving him a mess. “Y-yeah,” he murmured, watching you hungrily, his cock already weeping again. 

“Then, sit down and lemme take care of you, cowboy,” you ordered again, shuddering breaths leaving him in an instant.   

Now you were going to ruin him.

Fully.

Completely.

And Steve couldn’t be more infatuated. You were truly his demise.   

[reidmaniac]

breathe. | spencer reid x gn!reader

warnings: minors dni! 18+ thigh riding, praise kink, pet names, not proofread!

a/n: i’m so sorry to the anon who requested this, i don’t know when u did but i finally seen it so here, again, im sorry.

- - -

the room was hot as spencer’s hands roamed down your body. your hips moved at an increasing rate against spencer’s thigh, your noises becoming more desperate.

“fuck, spence. ‘m so close,” you whine into spencer’s ear, his hands now stopping and holding your hips, helping you move.

“shh baby, breathe, you’re okay. you’re doing so good for me love,” he mumbles out, his head in the crook of your neck. god, your moans alone enough to intoxicate him. your words barely coherent, and your scent clouding his mind.

his touch was gentle, yet possessive. his hands guided your hips to help you increase your pace. your mind goes completely numb as pleasure begins to cloud it. you cry out, words turned to babbles.

spencer smiles against the crook of your neck, laying soft loving kisses as he helps you reach your orgasm. “you’re okay baby, i’m here. you’re doing sosososo good for me. keep going, you can do it baby.”

spencer raises his head from your neck, moving back just enough to watch your faces. your hands pressed against his chest in an attempt to keep yourself stable. your eyes welled with tears, not of pain but of pleasure, as you continued to whine. your hips rut into spencer’s thigh, chasing your own climax.

you finally manage to make a coherent sentence. “‘m gonna cum spence, please!” you cry out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

spencer’s hands reach for your face, brushing out a few hairs from the way. he speaks, his tone quiet and gentle, yet possessive and sultry. “go ‘head baby, cum for me. breathe, i’m right here. cum on my thigh baby, you can do it. you’re doing so good for me.”

that was all it took for you to reach your climax. your head thrown back, mouth agape, as your hands hold onto spencer’s buttoned shirt. your eyes roll back as pleasure washes over your body, rendering you thoughtless.

after he helps you ride yourself through your climax, spencer places soft kisses on your head while murmuring sweet nothings to you under his breath. “love you so much, baby. you’re okay. did so good for me. just breathe baby i’m here.”

[nanivinsmoke]

gamer!choso who spends almost everyday at your place playing games. staying up all night while you live-streamed in your room, playing with yourself to the sounds of his voice; cumming when he wins in match.

gamer!choso who looks like he has a big dick, one you fantasize about every night. wondering how would it be to have him inside of you. how he would make you cum repeatedly on his cock, babbling incoherent words when you do.

gamer!choso who’s surprised at your request, but he always knew what was going on in your room; agreed to it. he used the game to distract him from your moans, because if he didn’t his pants would be soiled with his cum daily

gamer!choso who was a little nervous to have sex in front of a camera with people watching, but he had been waiting for this moment to feel all of you.

gamer!choso who can practically rip a hole through his pants the way his cock stood straight up, while he massaged your plump ass with warming oils. you laid on your stomach, talking to your followers on your laptop. you came across a comment from one of them, saying you should prank choso and you liked the idea. you were gonna piss him off and see how that ends for you.

“i know his party be mad as hell when he joins the call. everytime he does, they lose. I don’t even know why he bothers to get on.”

- reinerswhore: no way, he’s gonna be so pissed off.

- tojiscumslut: oh im going to be so jealous when he fucks the shit out of you.

- mochakitty: look he looks pissed off already. say something else!

“sometimes I’ll cut the wifi off with my phone, just to hear him rage” you giggle, glancing at him through your camera feed.

gamer!choso who’s listening to every word you said, feeling himself get upset—decided on how he was going to punish you.

“if he doesn’t know how to play a game, he certainly wouldn’t be able to find your clit”

gamer!choso who decides to punish you with a hard smack to your ass, repeatedly; making you yelp out. he doesn’t even let you adjust to the stinging sensation, with each smack being more painful than the last.

gamer!choso who tears your pink panties to shreds, ordering for you to arch your ass up in the air; before he began to devour your pussy. you couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips while he devoured your sloppy wet cunt. you tried your best to muffle your moans, but there was no use. he was going to make you cum all over his face.

gamer!choso who has you begging for him to let you cum, but he ignored your pleas. he pulls his pants and boxers down and prods his stiff boner at your entrance—before pushing his thick inches inside of you.

gamer!choso who doesn’t let you adjust to his size begins to pound your cunt silly. your eyes were crossed and your face was pressed into your pillow, as you took him like a good girl. he was so deep inside of you, stretching your gummy walls so he could mold it just for his cock.

“fuck! this is all your good for. being my little cock whore. g’na let me breed you? pump this cunt full of my babies?”

you nod frantically, reaching underneath to rub your pretty little clit—squealing as you came all over his fat dick. his strokes didn’t stop as you came, they became harder and faster; milking your pussy for all it’s worth.

gamer!choso who cums bucket loads inside of you. his thick load warms and fills your tummy up completely, making you cum second time from the sensation.

gamer!choso who tells you to end your stream so he could breed your pussy some more.

[moon7jay]

MINORS DNI

I know there's a popular belief that jake is a sub or a switch at the very least but idk why I feel like he'd be the kind of sub who loses control when he's horny and his dick's craving your pussy. Idk the term for it but he's scared of what you're gonna do once this all is over but he can't help but pound you into the sheets

It's a continuous chant of "baby I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" as he pants on your face, drool escaping his mouth cuz of how hard he's going and how good you feel, he's spreading your legs wider and snapping his hips deeper, he. Just. Can't. Help. It

He's bigger than you obviously, so he's able to hold your body down, you're telling him he's not being a good boy but he couldn't care less. Right now all that matters is your warm leaking gummy walls which provide his cock with the most delicious friction, and he sees the tears running down your face and he feels bad but he just can't stop, don't u understand??

His eyes are rolling back and he's babbling like a pussy drunk fool

"so good, t's so good I'm sorry, just let me do it a bit longer-p-please" he's groaning, thrusts becoming animalistic, his hold on your wrists leaving red marks, his mental control slipping cuz now he's straight up abusing your cunt and body. The pleas which leave your lips falling on deaf ears

"You're h-hurting me jake! Just slow d-down"

but he can't help it, you have to understand, he needs this, he needs to make this last longer, his hips are merciless, the pain which your nails and fists cause him to make him stop only propel him further, feeding into his masochistic nature

"yeah-yeah fuck hurt me more, shit-" he's lost to the pleasure, folding your body in half and making your pussy a tighter fit, doesn't matter that u r full on sobbing now, u just don't understand

"p-please im sorry i just, more, can't stop I'm so sorry i just c-can't " he chokes on his own spit, tears flow down his face cuz he's never gonna get enough of this pussy and u don't even understand

[her-favorite]

♡ madison beer ♡

“poor girl’s so fucked out.” madison breathes out, a curl to her lips as she taunts you. her hips are set at a brutal pace against you, the constant thrust of her strap inside you making your body jolt. she’s treating you with no mercy, and has been this entire night.

incoherent babbles and moans leave your lips, unable to respond to your girlfriend. tears have been cascading down your cheeks as every time the overwhelming feeling of pleasure gets ripped away from you when she stops. madison’s been edging you this whole time, leaving you on the brink just so she can take it away from you and watch your pitiful reaction. sure, it was sadistic in a way, but she didn’t care - you were just too pretty when you cried.

“mm.. am i being mean?” madison coos, her tone nothing short of condescending. despite her mocking, you nod as you look up at her through glassy eyes. she chuckles lowly, pouting her bottom lip out as she doesn’t even think to stop her rutting hips. “aw, i’m being mean. poor baby can’t take what she fucking deserves.” she mocks, biting her lip as her hips somehow pick up ferocity, no doubt causing bruises on your hips tomorrow.

you claw at her back as you cry out, garbled sounds emitting from your throat as tears hastily make their way down the sides of your eyes. “taking me so deep.. such a whore for me.” she pants, her hand moving up to glide her thumb along your swollen bottom lip. madison pushes it into your mouth, humming as you immediately wrap your lips around her digit and suck. “my fucking whore.”

leaning down, madison pressed wet, hot kisses along your neck, leading down to your collarbone. she bites on the skin, elicting a muffled cry from you, her pink lips curling up. it was hard enough to leave a bite mark, but not enough for you to not feel pleasure from it. the action only spurred on the already aching knot inside your stomach.

moving her head back up, she slowly brings her thumb out of your mouth. a thin string of saliva connects from your lips to the pad of her finger before she smears it along your bottom lip. “falling apart on my dick.. all for me.” madison whispers, the utter possessiveness in her words making you moan. she smirks, licking her lips as she watches you and your body. the way it moves with every rough thrust of hers only makes her wetter. the sight of your head digging back into the pillow beneath it, combined with the way your breasts jiggle and your pussy enveloping the silicone could’ve gotten her off just by the look of it all.

your eyes were snapped shut, the coil in your stomach tightening and tightening.. silently, you plead that she won’t take your orgasm away from you this time; you’ve suffered too much. “look at me, y/n. open those eyes.” madison orders, but you don’t comply. if you were honest, you could barely even make out her words - too lost in the pleasure of the way she fucks you dumb.

a harsh slap echoes through the room, a loud gasp leaving your lips. your eyes snap open as a guttural moan emits from your throat, your cheek stinging with the combined pain and pleasure. madison looks down at you with such a dark gaze, you felt yourself become intimidated by it. she was in complete control.. and she loved it.

“i told you to keep your fucking eyes on me.” madison sneers, harshly gripping your chin, keeping your lips parted. you both pant as your legs squeeze around her waist. you could feel the way the euphoria was creeping up on you, ready to let go at any second. your bleary eyes watch the way her cheeks hollow before she moves forward and spits, the liquid landing on your awaiting tongue. it wasn’t often that madison got so forceful with you, but, god, was she pent up..

“fucking whore.. taking everything i give you.”

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a little mads blurb for now!! i wrote this in like ten minutes so just smth small lol

but like i said, im too lazy to add my taglist on blurbs 😭 but hopefully this isnt too crazy..

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

[poppy-metal]

Slaps him "say it again" "im a slut"

squeezing your pussy around his cock in those hot little pulses you know drive him crazy. hand wrapped around his throat as you drag yourself up and down. "tell me what you are."

and he's a brat so of course, he just grins - flushed and cocky - "whatever you want me to be," he licks his bottom lip, fat and juicy, full of blood from where you'd bitten at his mouth earlier.

that's not good enough though - so you draw your hand back and slap him across the cheek - not holding back. it whips his head to the side and immediately red blooms under his skin - your hand coming down to grip his chin right after, digging your fingers into his jaw as you lean over him - clench tight around him again - just to see his eyes go a little cross -

"no. tell me what you are." you lean back a little, working your hips on his dick and with your grip on his chin he's forced to watch where you're seated on him, cunt flared and split around his wide girth. "tell me what this pussy makes you."

his mouth parts and you don't miss the opportunity to slide your fingers inside for a second - press against his wet tongue and he groans - groans deeper when you drag those spit covered fingers out of his mouth and his chin and back to wrapping around his taut throat. he's looking at you with wonder and awe, fucked out as you ride him like the goddess you are. he can't act tought anymore. it feels too fucking good - working him like you do - that tight wet suction around him - gripping and sucking and fuck fuck fuck.

"m'your slut," he gasps. his hands itch to grab your waist - fuck up into that wet haven - but you'd pull back if he did, so he digs his nails into his palms and tips his head back as you bounce. "im your fucking slut, fuck - "

the way he says it - all rough and dragged from his lips sounding like gravel. half sobbed. you start moving faster on top of him - wet pussy slapping against his pelvis everytime you come down hard. the friction of his cock tunneling in and out feels amazing - you're so used to him holding you down and pounding in and out, and you love that - but this is good too. using his body - his big cock - like it's a dildo. controlling how you take it and how fast you take it -

"yeah you are. none of those other girls fuck this dick like me, huh?"

because you're possessive and despite how fun this is - how good it feels - you're still sour from seeing him flirt with other girls earlier. that stinging jealously that burns through your chest and makes you want to inflict pain. it's not enough for him to just let you use his cock to get off, you need to hear it from his lips, need to see his desperation for you. you and only you. you need to hear it.

he looks at you - eyes clashing - and you worry he might try to brat you again, which you might get actually violent over if he does - and he drags his teeth over his bottom lip like hes considering it - but then his lashes flutter, he lets out this pained sounding moan when you grind your cunt down on him and he loses all fight - you see it leave his body - the vulnerable reverent way he looks at you when he opens his eyes after squeezing them shut -

"just you," he laments. and you see tears slip from the corners of his eyes and slide down - overwhelmed and flushed and at your mercy - "you drive me fucking crazy - no one else feels like you. your pussy - aw fuck, fuck - it owns me. you fucking own my cock - it's so g - good -" he chokes off when you start really bouncing on it, spurred on by his comments - slamming yourself on and off his thick cock so hard your thighs start burning from the strain. your eyes roll back because he's hitting that gooey spot inside you. looking at the ceiling like you're ascending and it feels so good - you're greedy - you want more, tell me more, tell me how good this pussy is, tell me what a slut you are for my tight little cunt -

you must say that out loud because patrick starts babbling under you as you brace your palms on his chest and go crazy -

"fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your pussy - that shits so good, baby, you fuck me so good, goddammit - that's your dick, shiiiiit - it's yo - your slutty fuckin' cock - you take it, take it, take it -"

and then, "make me cum in you. make me give you that big fuckin' load - " and yesssss, it's your load - his cum is yours, yours, yours, it belongs in your pussy - hot and filling you up. you reach down behind you, blindly feeling around until you can feel his fleshy sac bouncing off your ass. heavy and full of all that cum. you squeeze his balls, not bothering to be kind about it - and he sobs -

"give it to me -" you demand, fondling him, encouraging him to empty his load into your gripping pussy - "its mine. fill me up with it, right fucking now - I want it - "

"its coming." he chants and starts fucking up into you, frenzied. he forgoes your earlier orders and you don't give a fuck honestly, grips your hips and moves you furiously up and down his cock as you feel his balls start to twitch in your hand. "FUCK! there it is, there it is - shit, fucking god - milk it out of me just like that - fuckkkkkk."

you feel it. thick and hot splashing deep inside you. filling you to the brim.