#like I need hurt/comfort but I also need a good kinky ass smut

[eddies-house]

don’t know what the deal is but I’m hurting extra bad over Eddie tonight, I’m talking chest pains

[hyunjilicious]

most to least kinky [skz ver.]

A/n: this has probably been done a million times before but I thought I could make my own list, right?

Warnings: this isn't full on smut, but A LOT of things are mentioned (from slapping to ass eating to crying to cnc) I can't possibly mention them all. Needless to say, this is strictly 18+, please proceed with caution!!!!

Disclaimer: I'm sorry. I'm incredibly sorry, ok? I don't understand Seungmin 😭😭 I absolutely love him with all my heart, but he's a mystery to me. I've also only been in this fandom for a few months so maybe with time I'll be able to write for him but until then, I'll just keep apologising to my Minnie biased readers for doing their baby dirty. I'm sorry, I promise I'm trying!! 🥺

Please let me know what you thought and if you have other ideas!! I'd love to hear different opinions!!!

1. Lee Know 

Do I even have to explain? At this point, you could basically write an entire encyclopedia only using the stuff this man is into - he knows it all and wants to try it all. The thing is, whether he trusts you enough or not, because if he's too shy to bring up the one thing that's on his mind, he'll bombard you with hints, hoping he'd "manipulate" you into mentioning it first. Not that he'd ever do anything you're not 100% comfortable with, but he'd much rather you be the one who asks. He'd slap your ass, bite it, mark it, grope it, eat your pussy from behind and send you porn links - all while hoping you'd finally get the idea and ask him to eat your ass. Because he's shy like that. But once you do catch on and tell him about it, he's all in. 

And then, as he grows more comfortable around you, all these little games you two play will slowly start to shift. His main priority will always be you, but with time, his teasing nature will replace the old Minho you used to have sex with, and literally everything this man does will be about driving you insane. 

He'd make you beg, whine, crawl on your knees, hump pillows - hump his leg, just so you can prove yourself, only to deny you again, always with a grin on his face. A loving smile as he looks at you, right before he throws a very swift "No" in your face and makes you start over. You have to be spent, exhausted, dumb and drunk on him before he finally gives you what you want. But when he finally does, it's everything you ever wanted and more because he doesn't.hold.back.

2. Jeongin

To be fair, it might be because he had to go through the "Watch your mouth, there's a child in our grup!" phase, which - cute and all, got old very fast. Maybe this side of him would have never surfaced like this, but you can't possibly know, there's only one Jeongin and he's a meanie. He's stern, he's serious and there's only one way, his. 

He takes the safe word very seriously because otherwise, he doesn't take no for an answer. There's no "too much", "too hard", "too fast". He doesn't care. He knows you can take it and you have to. 

You don't move, he moves you. If you don't shut up when he tells you to, it's 'ass up, face down into the pillow' - no questions, no warnings. 

It all starts nicely, though. His good little girl, his angel, who needs to do absolutely everything she's told otherwise his punishments will be downright cruel and you'll be nothing more than a "dumb, fucking whore" until he's done with you. 

One thing that makes him draw the line though, is crying. He loves to see little tears at the corner of your eyes as he fucks you into oblivion, just so he can mock you for it, "Oh, is my sweet, little baby crying?" and then go faster. But if you let out anything more than a cute, little sob, or if you start actually crying, even though you're still down to keep going, he won't. He can't. He's cruel, but not that cruel, it hurts his heart to see you like that and absolutely never lets things get that far.

3. Felix

This man is into… everything. His eyes light up every single time there's something new for you two to try, and he puts his whole soul into it. 

On one hand, he's into the basics - he goes crazy for your tits, will lick, bite, suck and eat anything off of them (absolutely adores eating cream off your body, but yeah, your tits are his favorite spot). He loves lingerie, loves ripping it off of you, loves seeing you dress up, pretend to be a nurse, a teacher or the girl next-door who just so happened to leave the window open. 

Doesn't have a daddy kink but he's just so obsessed with doing absolutely anything for you, he'd go with it. Most likely prefers 'Sir' but it isn't a must. Will melt and cry if you allow him to fall you 'Mommy'

The definition of a switch. When he's a dom, 90% of the time he's soft, full of praises and encouragements, loves making you feel all safe and loved as you degrade yourself for him. He'll whisper in your ear the absolute sweetest, most loving words you ever heard in your entire life, all while completely breaking you in half with his cock. But also, there are times when there's just one way for him to relax and let loose, and during those days, he's lazy and he's condescending, judgy and a little bit mean, and these are the absolute worst moments for you to be brat. 

But all of these are only half of him, because this man is probably the most dedicated and enthusiastic sub in the world. He'll do absolutely everything he's told and then beg for more. Way too eager to humiliate himself for you. Also very, very vocal, he'll cry, whine and beg and will also never fail to let you know just how obsessed he is with worshiping the ground you walk on. 

4. Chan

Also a switch, but it takes months, if not more, for you guys to get there. He's a leader by nature, used to having a lot of responsibilities and a lot of control over the things around him. He likes to be in charge, knows how to do it, and loves the responses he gets. Probably one of the best doms out there because even though you have a safe word, he's so fucking careful with you at all times that he knows to slow down before you even have to think about using it. It only happened once, and your voice still rings in his head - he still hasn't forgiven himself for it. 

But since he's so observant and trusts you to put a stop to whatever is going on in case you need to, he feels free to go crazy. Unlike Jeongin, he likes to hear you cry, likes knowing he has that power over you and the fact you know how easy it is for him to absolutely wreck and ruin you, but still allow him to go crazy, drives him wild. Trust is probably what gets him off the most, he absolutely adores how you give up control and leave yourself at his mercy. 

But then again, as your relationship strengthens and he slowly realizes that maybe he doesn't always have to be the one to do it all, that others can take care of him too, that he can actually let loose and renounce all control, you start to see another side of him. 

He's an exemplary sub, not one brat bone in his body. He tries sometimes to test you, but he goes back to being doe eyed and whiny for you in no time. He's not as vocal and not as eager to let all his enthusiasm show, but just like Felix, he'll do absolutely anything you tell him, and then thank you for allowing him to do it. 

5. Han

Another switch. He can be a dom and he can be a sub, but I think there are two other sides of him. This man will go back and forth between being the absolute, most cocky motherf on the planet, to being absolutely wiped and wrapped around your finger. And while these for aspects of him can pair up in any way, leaving you with a teasing dom, a loving and soft one, or a bratty sub that will try to make you prove to him just how badly you need him to worship you and so on, I think he's not always like this.

You can't really tell whether there's a pattern, but maybe if you spent more time together you'd be able to spot one. Maybe it depends on how his day went, how tired he is, how his social batteries are like at the moment, but I think there are many, many days when this man just needs to feel you, to smell you, hear you. To collapse into the sheets with you, forget about the world and melt in your arms. Yeah, he's down to try a lot of stuff, but what he loves the most are the simple things. Like missionary late at night, with the lights on so he can see every glimmer of anything in your eyes, to wipe the sweat off your temples and to be able to smother you with kisses. Impromptu sex in the morning, lazy sex in the shower, cuddling that turns into you riding him on the couch while watching a movie. That's what I think he's into the most.

6. Changbin

Thank god this man is not the kinkiest because he'd probably break you in half and no amount of aftercare would be able to fix that. This man goes hard. No matter if you're the one that woke him up, all needy and clingy, or if he came home riled and ready to go, he's already ready to give you his all. That dumptruck isn't there for nothing, he doesn't even have to try that hard to make you scream. 

But it's not just physical, he goes all out in all ways. He doesn't just want you on your back, legs spread open so he can eat you out, no, you have to be on his face, full weight down on top of him, and you have to ride. Other than that, you don't really have to do much, because he's a sucker for handling you. He'll hold up your weight when he fucks you against the dresser and he doesn't mind being the one who gets rid of all the clothes in the way when he randomly decides he wants to fuck you bent over the kitchen table. 

So I don't think he needs much more than you two already have. Of course, he's usually fine with trying things you're into, and yeah, he likes them, but that's just more like 'fun' to him. He's not the kind to call you degrading names or spank you until you cry, through he might enjoy a little bit too much seeing his hand print on your ass or the bruises he left on your hips just from hard he was holding onto you while fucking you into oblivion.

Out of all the things you'd get him to try, I think one of his favorites would be wax play. He'll probably ask you to do it again, maybe like 3 months later. Also, one other thing that gets him going and that he still might be shy about it, is just how hard his cock twitched when you called him daddy. Oops. I don't like it, please do it again.

7. Seungmin 

Ok, again, disclaimer with this one. I wanna start by apologizing to Minnie and to all the Minnie biased readers that are here with us today, but I can't read this man. At all. And that's the reason I put him so low on the list because while I do have some ideas, associating him with certain kinks and stuff felt completely empty to me. Like I have no idea what he'd like? But in case you've read this far, lemme tell you what I did manage to come up with and please let me know how you see it!!

I think trust, communication and fun are the most important to him. I feel like he'd have so much fun guiding you and giving you instructions on how to do different things, from how to suck him off just the way he needs it, to how to use a toy on yourself. And I think it goes both ways, he'd love to have you tell exactly how and what to do at all times.

I also think he can be stern and commanding, serious and totally focused, but he also probably adores being a giggling mess, unable to control himself as you give him your all, worship him and make him feel absolutely cherished. I'm sorry, but I feel like this man thrives on love and appreciation. Other than that, my brain is empty, please help me!!

8. Hyunjin

Ok, maaaaybe I shouldn't have put him last. But fuck it. Sue me. I don't think he's kinky at all. I think that again, he'd be the type to try out most of the things you come up with, but I don't think he associates them with sex like that. I think it's just some form of fun you two have, I don't think there are too many crazy things that necessarily get him going. 

He's a romantic, ok? His main goal is pleasure. He's the kind to absolutely not give a shit about anything, all that he needs is you. If he has you and a surface (not even mandatory) he's satisfied. He'll do absolutely anything, worship every single inch of your body. The kind to kiss his way up your leg before eating you out, to kiss you before you even finished swallowing his cum. Nothing to him is gross, to him, bodies are beautiful and made to be worshiped. He'd paint your body, lay back and allow you to do absolutely anything you want to him, he's just full of want and passion. 

I don't think he'd ever be the kind of person to associate pain or humiliation with pleasure. Like he knows they're valid kinks and will not shame anyone about it, but with him, you have to feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, loved, cradled and appreciated in absolutely every way. 

Absolutely the type to eat your ass and then be like "What? People don't do that?". Doesn't think spitting in each other's mouths is degrading because, "We literally kiss all the time, what?" 

Will ask you to slap him just to see what it's like but will probably malfunction if you ask him to do it to you. 

I think he'd be down for a lot of stuff, but doesn't see any of them as kinks. Doesn't need any of them. They don't get him hard. It's all just for fun. 

Please let me know what you thought!! I'd love to talk about this!!! ❤️

[misspearly1]

Day Eleven: Orgasm Denial/Edging - Joel Miller

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WC: 3K Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. (Husband + Wife before outbreak). Joel being goofy. Smut. Unprotected PIV. Shower Sex. Rough. Dirty Talk. Little bit of degradation (Use of 'dirty girl') Orgasm Denial + Edging. Overstimulation. Inexperienced Aftercare. Talk of Safe Words. Fluff. AN: Oh wow, this was quite different to how I normally write Joel, but I liked it a lot. (More sweet, goofy and hesitant in exploring with different type of sex) He's a sweet goofball here in this fic, but also, I would like to warn that he, and reader, are a little knew to Kinky Stuff, so they're not very well informed, hence the 'talk of safe words'.

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Entering your home with an exceptionally audible sigh, your eyes immediately land on the one thing in this world that drowns your miseries. Your husband Joel. You rush towards him sitting on the sofa and bury your face into his neck, muffling your oncoming sob. 

“Woah, hey now. What’s wrong, babydoll?” He asks immediately while opening his arms and taking you into his warm embrace. Joel has been waiting for you to get home from work for the last hour and he just assumed that you were busy, but as of right now, he assumes it’s something worse. 

“Ugh! What do you think is wrong?” You scoff into his neck, then shimmy over to sit in his lap, a manoeuvre that makes him wrap his arms around you with a massaging squeeze. You needed more, needed every part of Joel to invade your senses and just block out all your anger. 

“Was it Richie again?” He damn near growls, shaking his head as he sighs frustratedly. “I ought to go down there and kick his ass… Fucking piece of shit. What’s he done this time?” 

The anger pulsates off Joel, you can feel his heartbeat rising against you and this reaction isn’t what you expected nor wanted. You didn’t want to make your husband feel like he had to take care of your work troubles, but you can tell by the tone of his voice that he is serious about going to beat Richie up, and that’s definitely not what you want. 

“Baby, I appreciate the offer, but I can’t see you through visitations every week in prison. No ass-kicking.” You mumble into his neck, shaking your head at him for even suggesting that in the first place. 

“Well, what can I do then, Y/N?” Joel replies a little too quickly, then after recognising his own snappy tone of voice, he sighs with frustration again - this time at himself. “Shit, I’m sorry. I just hate seeing you like this, hate the fact some guy is upsetting you. Tell me how I can help, babydoll.” 

Kissing his neck once, you turn your head and rest your cheek to his chest with closed eyes, detailing how he can help. “Stay like this for a little while longer. It’s you that helps make me forget about work, Joel - just you.” 

“Okay.” He whispers softly, then kisses your forehead. “But what about tomorrow? How long will you put up with it?” 

“Not forever.” You shake your head, breathing steadily as his warm embrace works its magic in comforting you. “I’m gonna start recording. You know, gather evidence then go above his head and get him fired.” 

“Good, that’s good, darlin’.” Joel mumbles, still holding his lips to your head, he plants another kiss to your skin. “You still haven’t told me what he did.” He asks, then quickly adds to that. “Babe, if it gets worse, you gotta tell me, and please for the love of God, you kick him where it really fucking hurts if he tries to touch you, okay?” 

“Mhm, ok.” You hum peacefully in return, losing yourself within his easing presence. Truthfully, you could fall asleep right here, right now in this exact position. Joel just has that ability to console you without really doing anything in particular, and that’s because you love him. You count yourself lucky everyday waking up with him being your husband, he’s everything you could have hoped for in a guy and more. 

However your moment of solace was short lived as the playful side of Joel came through and he started tickling your sides. “Nuh-uh. That ain’t good enough.” He teases while jabbing his fingers into all of the go-to spots to make you giggle relentlessly. “I need to hear you say it loud and clear. C’mon babe, don’t be shy.” The man chuckles dangerously, the sound you’re all too familiar with as he holds no mercy. 

“I understand. Okay, okay.” You yell between roars of laughter. Squirming against his hands and trying to wiggle away, he wraps his arms around your back tighter to keep you in place, still laughing like a madman. His laughter is contagious, it’s so sweet and funny too, it makes you laugh even harder and the cramp quickly creeps into your stomach. “Joel - please, I understand. Baby, it’s starting to hurt now.” You plead, pitifully, though you still laughed even after he stopped tickling you. 

Lifting your head to look at him through watery eyes, you clutched your stomach and it slowly eased off. A smile replaced the frown you wore when you first entered your home and it’s because of Joel. “Thank you, handsome.” You say, leaning in to plant three long kisses on his lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He replies, smiling against your lips on the third kiss when suddenly, you become aware of a very strong smell, a beautiful and delicious smell, making your mouth water and your stomach growl, it’s smoky and sweet. Barbecue. Turning around and looking into the kitchen, you can see Joel’s big smile in the corner of your eyes when you see what’s in the oven. 

“Goddammit, you are too good to me.” You say excitedly, already tasting his chicken and vegetable skewers, marinated with smoked barbecue sauce. It’s your favourite dish that Joel cooks and pairs well with almost everything. “What are we having with it this time?” You ask, still feeling excited to hear what else he has prepared for dinner. 

“Okay, you ready?” Joel licks his lip while patting your ass, and when you nod, he begins. “A medium sized cheesy baked potato, a whole buttery cob of corn and a side of slaw then lastly, for dessert, we’re eating fresh baked cookies with ice cream. How does that sound, huh babe?” 

“Uh… Like you’re getting a blowjob later.” You roll your eyes sarcastically, giggling. “That’s what it fucking sounds like. Are you serious? You did all of this when you got home from work?” 

“I sure did. Why are you so surprised?” Joel furrows his brows, acting insulted as he gropes the meaty flesh of your ass. “Think I forgot how to cook and make you feel special, did yer?” He teases and you blush. 

Leaning in again as you tug your lip between your teeth, you really do feel special and appreciate everything your husband does to keep the spark alive even after a whole year of marriage. You’ve known Joel for fifteen years, he was your neighbour at first, but it was only in the last five years that your friendship blossomed into something more. There was a lot of time wasted from you and Joel beating around the bush and not having the confidence to admit how you truly feel, but when he finally did say something first, everything else fell into place after. 

And you wouldn’t change anything. Everything that has happened since you first met Joel, you would change for the world. He knows how to love you better than yourself sometimes, treats you like the only girl in the world for him and it’s the little gestures like cooking dinner for when you get home from work that are so meaningful. You close the gap slowly and lean in to kiss Joel again, however before your lips could meet his, he asks. “Were you serious about that blowjob, darlin?” 

You couldn’t say he ruined the moment because it made you laugh again, then you answered his question with a wink and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling back to stand. “I’m starving babe, let's eat.” You hold out a hand, beckoning him to take it and follow you into the kitchen, which he does and cuddles you from behind, burying his chin into your neck. 

Joel however, couldn’t help himself once you reached the kitchen and proceeded to dry hump you from behind. Just a few moments ago when you were sitting in his lap, you could feel him growing between your legs, and you were clenching around nothing anyways, so the arousal is starting to build for both of you already, however you weren’t lying, you are hungry. Hungry for food and his sexual attention. 

Trying to eat your dinner while fighting your own sexual desires was a task, but you and Joel pulled through. After everything was cleaned up and put away, you gave the floor a quick hoover while Joel ran a shower for you. Then, when you were finished, you undressed, threw your clothes in the washing machine and turned it on before heading up stairs to see your husband already naked too with a smirk in his face. “Mind if I join?” He asks while wiggling his brows. 

“Well, how could I ever say no to that?” You look at his face, pointing out his hopeful expression that was so persuasive and beautiful, then look down at his semi-hard cock between his legs, equally persuasive and beautiful. “Or say no to that either?” You giggle, then quickly close your eyes with a thin lipped smile when seeing him take a familiar stance. You shook your head and warned. “Joel Miller, don’t you dare. I already know what you’re going to do and do-”

*Clap* *Clap*

Still keeping your eyes closed, your cheeks burned red with the urge to laugh, but if you do that, then you know Joel will make that noise again. The stance he takes starts with a devilish look in his eyes, smirk on his lips and the heels of his feet planted into the floor so he can swing his hips side to side, therefore causing that sound when his dick slaps his legs. 

“You are disgusting.” You giggle, ultimately failing to hide your amusement of the jokey, high-spirited mood he was in right now. Opening your eyes upon hearing the shower door open, Joel chuckles his way inside and turns to face you, holding his hand out. “You love it, darlin’. Don’t lie.” 

I love how safe you feel to act that way around me, babe. You think to yourself, then step closer to take his hand and climb in the shower. He closes the door and leans in to kiss you. Wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you into him, he rolls his hips forward and his cock slides through your folds. 

“Horny guy tonight, aren’t you?” You tease then bite his bottom lips gently. Joel responds by hooking your leg over his hip and pushing himself inside of you. He held your head as you tossed it back with a mewl, protecting you from the tiled wall behind. The man knows you too well by now. Savouring the feeling of every inch that he buries to the hilt, you clench around him and buck your hips, beckoning him to move. Which he doesn’t. 

Joel keeps still, keeps himself good and buried while teasing you. “Horny woman tonight, aren’t yer?” He used your own words and tossed them back in your face. Furrowing your brows with need, you moaned and bucked your hips back and forward, the action making him groan. You could see that he needed it just as much as you, but the man wouldn’t give in and dropped his hands to your hips, keeping you still. “Nghh! Not so fast, babydoll.” He grunts through gritted teeth. 

“Why.” You tut and whine, actually whine then pop your bottom lip out. “Why must you torture me? What did I do?” You ask while fighting the urge to smile and it makes Joel bark out a chuckling laugh, so dorky and sweet to your ears, but once he settled, his face turned dark. “Cause I like it when you beg for my cock.” He says calmly, not once breaking his dominant demeanour. It makes you shudder with excitement, hearing him talk that way and though you wanted more of it, you really did want his cock, enough to beg for it. 

“Please, handsome? Won’t you move and make me feel good?” You ask ever so kindly and sweet, putting on your best expression of puppy dog eyes that seem to work as Joel then smiles. Holding onto your hips and slowly rutting back and forth, your mouth falls open with a moan slipping out. His breathing becomes heavier, more ragged and laboured, then he buries his face into your neck with a choked grunt as you clench around him. Then he stopped moving again. 

“Joel please.” You almost cry this time, scratching at the skin on his back. You were just starting to near your peak, you could feel it building steadily before he stopped. Placing your lips to his ear and asking him to move, he did and the pleasure quickly came back, as if it were picking up right where you left off.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop, baby please.” You plead with him, knowing that it’s just a couple more thrusts before you fall apart. “Thank you, Joel.” You say, hoping that it would keep him from stopping again - and it worked beautifully. 

“Christ!” He breathed heavily and hard, even stumbling forward a little. He had to place a hand to the wall behind your back and balance himself as he started chasing his own high now. You kissed his cheek and held your lips there, moaning into his face as you fell apart around his cock. “Keep going, keep going.” You beg, wanting him to pump you full with his spend. “Don’t stop, Joel. Fill me up, baby.” 

“Dirty fucking girl. Goddammit.” He growls. Grabbing your hips so tight that they’re destined to leave a bruise, Joel began slamming his hips forward and thrusting inside your cunt so hard and fast that it was knocking the breath out of your lungs. You were quickly reaching overstimulation, it was painfully good. Too fucking good. 

“Joel!” You cry, actually cry now with real tears rolling down your cheeks, but before you could even tell him that it was over-stimulating, he cupped your cheek and whispered into your ear. “Just a little longer, can you handle that, doll?” He asks, and you nod after a moment. Though you had a cramp in your stomach now, it just felt too good and you wanted him to reach his climax, to spill his seed inside. 

Rolling your eyes shut and moaning loudly, he, too, began to moan really loud and came to a sudden stop as he spills ropes upon ropes of his creamy cum inside your cunt. Your body felt frail and weak in his arms, completely and utterly spent. Little whimpers escaped you as Joel gently grinded into you, releasing every last drop that he could give. “Shit, babe.” He breaks, breathing a heavy sigh across your face. “You did so good for me, are you ok?” He asks. 

“Uh-huh.” You whined. It’s all you could manage to say before you rest your cheek against his shoulder, barely clinging on to his arms with exhaustion taking over. “B-bed… take me to bed.” You murmured softly and Joel lowered your leg from his hip then carefully pulled out. You whimpered from the loss, already missing the fullness of him buried inside of you. 

“I got you, darlin’.” He says, wrapping his arms around your back. After turning the shower off, he opened the door and carefully climbed out with you still held in his big, strong arms. Joel grabbed towels, laid out a couple on the bed before laying you down on them and after seeing your hands caressing your stomach, he moved between your legs and knelt to the floor. “Still cramping?” He worries, worries that he took too much and pushed you too far, but you shook your head. 

“No, handsome. It’s ok, I promise.” You reassured him. Sitting up and looking in his eyes, you brushed the wet ringlets of hair away from his face and leaned in to kiss him. “I’m tired, babe. We should get dried, but…” You hesitate for a second, then ask. “Can you do that again sometime soon? I… I really like it when you edge me, but you don’t do it often.” 

“It’s because of how much it takes out of you, sweetheart.” Joel admits. He, too, likes edging you, likes being rough and talking dirty, but he worries every time that it takes too much, but he shares his thoughts on a solution. “We’ll go over this properly tomorrow, but we need a safety word of some sort, something that lets me know it’s too much and you want me to stop.” 

“Okay. Yeah, I like the sound of that.” You agree with a nodding smile, already thinking about what safety words you could use. Your sex life with Joel is quite ordinary, what some might describe as ‘vanilla’ and it’s in times like this where you experience something out of the ordinary that shows you how little you both have explored in the bedroom. It’s only one year into your marriage with the man, and you have the rest of your lives together to learn about each other's kinks. 

After getting dried together, you climbed in bed with Joel, but didn’t take up any of your usual sleeping positions. Instead, you moved between his thighs and playfully reminded him. “I was serious about that blowjob, babe.” 

Then, after taking a moment to think about safe words again, you wanted to replicate the act of edging him, to make him weak with overstimulation like he did with you, and the word you came up with was simple. “Babe?” You call to him, and when he jerks his chin outwards with furrowed brows, wondering what was on your mind, you share with a smirk on your lips. “Red. Say red when it becomes too much, yeah?” 

“Oh, you dirty girl.” He growls, licking his lips with a raging hard on. “Yes ma’am.”

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[thepremedthatwrites]

The ABC’s of Peter Pevensie (Smut Edition)

Hi I jus wanted to say that I LOVE your writing and I was hoping if you could write a Peter Pevensie alphabet kinda kinky, smut edition or fluff is alright too I guess, pls consider it!

I’ve never done an alphabet post before so I am winging it as I go.  I did look up similar posts on Tumblr just to get an idea of what to do and I saw that they all followed a pretty similar format that I’ve adopted for this post.  I did make some alterations just to fit what I wanted to write.  I hope you all enjoy it!

warning: entire post contains smut and mentions of smut

A - aftercare

Peter loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear right after both of you have finished.  Once you two have calmed down enough, he’ll draw both of you a bath and carry you to the tub before helping you wash up.

B -  body part

Whenever you want to drive Peter crazy, you know to wear your hair up to leave your neck exposed.  He just can’t control himself and will litter your neck with kisses and lovebites.  

Peter doesn’t spend much time fretting over his appearance but he would be lying if he denied that he chooses to wear shirts that are a bit tight on him to show off his biceps.  He likes how it shows everyone he is no longer the scared 13-year-old who wanted to protect his loved ones but didn’t know how to.  Now, he’s strong and won’t let anyone or anything hurt the people he loves.

C - cum

Peter loves to watch you cum, pure bliss taking over your face as you cling to him for dear life.  He especially loves it when you cum on his cock so he can feel your pussy collapse around him, squeezing and enticing him to cum as well.  

D - dirty secret

Although he would never admit it, he secretly hopes that people walking by his bedroom can hear you guys while you do it, especially when you’re moaning his name.  He wants everyone to remember that he’s the one who is making you feel as good as you do.

E - experience

Peter hadn’t been with anyone else before meeting you.  He had always been too worried about taking care of both his siblings and an entire nation.  So when you two started seeing each other, he had almost no experience but that didn’t hinder him as he seemed to be a natural.  He knew the right places to touch and the perfect pace that would leave you a moaning mess.  This was because he was an expert at reading people, something that he had learned for diplomatic meetings and fights on the battlefield but was also handy in the bedroom.

F - favorite position

He’s a bit old fashioned and prefers to do it missionary.  He loves to see the pleasure build on your face as you get closer to your climax as well as the feeling of you raking your nails down his back.

G - good girl

When I tell you this man loves to praise you, I mean it.  In the bedroom, he loves to remind you what a good girl you are.  He’s constantly encouraging you and telling you how good you’re making him feel.  Even outside the bedroom, he likes to praise you.  Partially because he wants to remind you how proud he is, but also partly because he loves the look you give him when he does so.

H - hand-holding

Peter loves to hold your hands while he pins them in place above your head.  He also likes to play with your hands afterwards, sometimes doing it absentmindedly while you two are cuddling in bed.  

I - intimacy

Being romantic is in Peter’s nature so it isn’t much of a surprise that he is super romantic in bed.  Before going any further, he always makes sure it’s alright with you and he never pushes you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.  To him, sex is much more than feeling good.  It’s another way that he can worship you and he makes sure you know it.  He kisses every inch of you, reminding you how beautiful you are.  He holds you in his arms, making sure you understand just how loved you are.

J - jealousy

Although he hates to admit it, any time he sees you conversing with someone else who may show just the smallest hint of romantic interest, he gets insanely jealous.  This jealousy usually leads to long nights in his bed chambers.

K - kinks

While Peter may not have any prominent kinks, he does enjoy having you call him ‘my king’.  He also likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom but is always happy to have you take over once in a while.  

L - location

Peter likes to do it in the comfort of his bed where you two can go for as many rounds as you can without the risk of being caught or walked in on.  His second favorite place to do it is in his study.  The sight of you sprawled on the desk, open and ready for him, is enough to make him rock hard.

M - masturbation

Peter doesn’t masturbate that much since he has you, but when you aren’t available and his pants start to get a bit tight, he’ll go for a quick round in his bedroom, imagining you were there with him.

N - no

Peter would never do a threesome as he would get too jealous seeing another person touching you.

O - oral

Peter most certainly prefers giving it to you rather than receiving it.  While you are able to make him feel wonderful everytime you give him head, you are his goddess and he wants to be the one to worship you, including with his tongue.  He especially loves it when you start to get closer to your release and grind against his face.

P - pace

Peter loves to give it rough with the occasional slap of the ass and binding your hands.  He loves hearing the bed creak underneath you two and the sound of your desperate moans as he fucks you into the mattress.  He tries to go slow at first but he’s quick to lose control with you right underneath him.

Q -  quickes

Peter doesn’t mind having a quickie, especially if jealousy is coursing through his blood.  Usually when he does quickies, it’s when you two aren’t in his bedroom and are instead somewhere more public like his office or the library.

R - risk

Peter loves risks.  He thinks the added adrenaline makes it all the more hot.  He’s willing to do it in a public place where anyone can see.  He loves experimenting as well, whether it’s trying a new position or experimenting with foreplay.  Anything that might heighten the experience for you two is worth trying.

S - stamina

Due to his rigorous training for battles, Peter has insane stamina.  He could go all night if you let him although you two usually stop after two or three rounds.  Peter always makes an effort to not finish until you do, as you are always his top priority and he wants you to enjoy the experience entirely and fully.  This can be hard though when you are also doing your best to make him finish first but he usually has the willpower to hold out until you cum.

T - tease

Peter loves to tease you, whether that be saying an offhand comment that makes you heart race or kissing you everywhere except where his touch is needed most.  

On the other hand, he hates being teased.  You had decided to tease him once, tight clothes, sexual comments, and all.  This only led to him pinning you against the wall within an hour and him making you climax more times than you thought possible within the span of half an hour as punishment.

U - undergarments

Peter has a habit of ripping off your undergarments while in the heat of the moment.  This had led to your maids having a stash of undergarments ready at a moment’s notice.

V - volume

Peter isn’t the loudest in bed but he does let out the occasional moan or grunt.  The sounds he usually makes are praises, reminding you just how good you’re doing.

W - when

Peter likes to wait a while in a relationship before taking it to the next level.  It wasn’t until a few months into the relationship that you guys did it for the first time.  But after that, you two could barely keep your hands off of eachother.

X - x-ray

Peter is average when it comes to his length, but you don’t mind due to his girth.  Every time you guys do it, he fills you up perfectly.

Y - yearning

Peter would fuck you 24/7 if he could.  You never would have imagined the high king would have such a high sex drive, but you aren’t complaining.  It’s hard to hold back when the sex is just so damn good.

Z - zzz

Peter makes an effort to not fall asleep until he knows that you are.  He likes to brush the hair out of your face and plant gentle kisses on your forehead as you sleep soundly in his arms.  There had only been a few times where he was too tired afterwards and had passed out before you did.

[vinnieswife]

Nsfw alphabet

Vinnie Hacker x reader

Words: 1297

Warnings: smut in general.

A ( aftercare )

Vinnie needs you to assure him that everything is fine, after a long and pleasant sex session Vinnie will ask you a thousand and one times if you are okay "are you okay love?" "Did I hurt you?" "Did that feel good?" And more questions, then he would kiss every mark or bruise that he has left on your body. Then he would take you to the bathroom in a matrimonial style, to clean you both, or for both of you to take a hot shower.

B ( body part )

Vinnie is the type of guy who loves every part of your body, literally every part and reminds you of it every day, but at the time of sex his favorite part would be your ass, he never takes his hands off it, squeezing or spanking him as punishment , he just adores your ass.

C ( cum in general )

You love when he ends up inside you, oh man he loves it too, but he makes you beg for it, he enjoys seeing your face wrinkle and your brow furrow so that he cums in you.

When you blow him he loves coming in your mouth, the little tears running down your cheeks, your cheeks stained red, Vinnie looking down, enjoying every second of the sight. Your brow furrowing at the salty taste.

D ( dirty secret )

I sincerely believe that Vinnie's dirty secret would be to tie you to the head of the bed, putting a mask over your eyes, leaving you at his mercy, the idea of ​​blocking your senses turn him on.

E ( experience )

Vinnie have a lot, like A LOT, of experience because of the girls he hooked up with.

You weren't experienced because you had never done anything before you started dating Vinnie, he was your first time around.

F ( favorite position )

I think Vinnie has many favorite positions, but of all of them doggy styles surpasses, having you at his mercy, and watching himself disappear into you, just turn him on a lot.

G ( goofy )

Vinnie is a funny person, but when it comes to sex, every funny part of him just disappears, he gets that serious tone on his voice and fuck you senseless.

Of course the sex it's not always rough and fast, sometimes he gets romantic and soft sex, and there he can make a couple of jokes to make you laugh.

H ( hair )

Vinnie really has little hair in that area, he would wax it every long time, to avoid it being annoying when you suck him off.

I ( intimacy )

Going to a hotel, the two of you alone in a room, little light, some candles and maybe even some music, Vinnie prefers that to anything else in the world, unless it's a quickie or one of us be very needy.

J ( jack off )

Vinnie does not usually do that much, he has you so I don't see it necessary to do it, unless you are giving him the silence treatment and he only has that option.

K ( kink )

Oh lord, he is a very kinky boy.

choking kink? Yes

Handcuff kink? Yes

Spanking kink? Yea

Splitting in your mouth? Yes

Knife kink? Maybe

Dom! Kink? OH YES

Daddy kink? definitely yes

L ( location )

His favorite place would be his room, or your room, private, a sensual ambient, just you and him = perfect

But if your are acting like a brat he would fuck you in a mall bathroom, or in a changing room, even on one of his homies room.

M ( motivation )

Oh girl, this horny dude.

You could turn him on just by breathing.

I have a list:

-when you swear under your breath, like a little "fuck" and he be like "I'm hard"

-when you kiss his neck

-dancing in your room

-when you put your necklaces in place

-when you play with his fingers/rings

-when you caress his waist

-underwear, just seeing you in underwear turns him on.

-when you get on your knees to grab something "Y/n I'm hard"

N ( no )

He would never do something that can hurt you. Just no, it’s not his style, Vinnie loves you and he don’t want to make you feel any type of pain.

O ( oral )

Receiving- he just loves the way your lips wrap around him, the tears in your eyes, falling everytime you gag, he just get hard by the sight of you on your knees.

Giving- he is very experienced, his tongue will leave you as a shaking mess, the first time he gives you and oral he said that quote, that now you believe really well “Honey, I've been eating the yogurts without a spoon since I was seven”

P ( pace )

We are talking about Vinnie, he is a hyperactive boy so do not expect a slow rhythm, with Vinnie’s it is something fast, sometimes even impossible, he can go at that speed and leave you barely able to move. Of course it can go slowly, in truth you choose the pace, but if you have been acting like a brat all day don't expect something soft.

Q ( quickie )

Vinnie is horny all the time, and when I mean all the time I mean ALL. don’t be surprised if he grabs your hand and takes you to the nearest fitting room for a quickie.

R ( risk )

If you wanted to fuck in front of the whole country, he will be down for it, but he respects that you want to keep it in something intimate, or that you prefer to do it even in a private place, just for both of you.

S ( stamina )

Your re not very experienced since your first time was with Vinnie, so you can last 3 or 4 rounds but Vinnie oh this horny ass man, he can fuck you all night, and then give you a morning round.

T ( toys )

I don't think Vinnie would use toys, like he already have his big ass cock so why would he want to have toys? Maybe he would use a vibrator on you just for a punishment.

U ( unfair )

Vinnie loves to tease you in every way possible, giving you little touches, edging for hours or overstimulating for hours, he also makes you beg for everything.

V ( volume )

Vinnie is quite quiet in sex, he moaned in your ear, letting rough breaths on your neck, and he will only moan when the pleasure he is receiving is too much, causing him to lose control of his body, leaving it at your mercy.

He would say yes to anything that makes you feel comfortable.

X ( x-ray )

It's big as you think, at least 8 or 9 inches, long enough to hit that point inside of you with every thrust, you never really focused on his size, only when you suck it and less than half fits in your mouth . .

Y ( yearning )

Actually high, he only needs sees you in a short skirt or in one of his shirts and your underwear and he's lost.

Z ( zzz )

You fall asleep before him, usually Vinnie stays stroking your hair until you fall asleep or whispering little praises in your ear.

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[eddswrold-fandicc]

TordMatt × Reader Smut

You twirled the skirt and admired yourself in the mirror. Hmm. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

Buying lingerie and sexy outfits was like a new hobby to you. You now have a small collection of lingerie, collars, socks, and other revealing outfits.

But this one- the newest to the collection- was a maid outfit that came with cat ears.

It came with a tail as well, but you weren't ready for that yet. So it was set aside for the future.

You smiled and fluffed the poofy skirt. You liked the way your body fit in it. It showed your curves and brought out the thickness in your thighs and breasts.

The knee-high socks also helped with that, but you haven't put them on yet.

Which sounded like a good idea. You opened the second drawer to your dresser and looked through your sock collection.

Lace? No. Ribbons? No. See through? Also no.

Your mind clicked when you found a pair of plain black socks. They were perfect to complete your outfit. You sat down at the edge of your bed and slid them up your legs. They clung onto the chubbiness in your legs, and made them profound.

You did another look in the mirror before snapping a photo to capture the moment. Every time you dressed up like this, you usually took a photo to save the moment.

Playing with your hair and looking through the few photos you took, your head snapped up as you heard your bedroom door click.

"Hey, Y/N, have you seen my- OH MY GOSH!"

A familiar ginger haired boy ran over to you, circling you and looking at the outfit you displayed.

"M-Matt!"

"Look at you! You look so cute!" He grabbed onto your face and squeezed it, mushing your cheeks.

Wow, could this get any worse?

Matt started exploding with questions. Questions like: Where did this come from? Do they have one in my size? Is there a tail with the cat ears? They're cat ears, right?

All while questioning you, he was touching you. Feeling the fabrics and such. Poking at the cat ears in your head.

You stayed silent, completely embarrassed to be standing in front of someone looking like this.

"OMG, Y/N! I can't believe how cute you look! You usually don't try and look homeless with your outfits. This is a great change!"

You sighed, ignoring the comment, "Thanks, Matt."

"Cute, indeed."

You and Matt turned your head to another familiar voice rippling through.

Tord leaned against your door frame, taking a drag from his cigar and blowing the smoke.

Did Matt leave the door open? Oh, God! Everyone in the house is going to know now! And Tord's a bloody perv, oh my gosh!

Thought were racing through your head as you watched Tord fully enter your room.

He slowly circled you, like Matt did, looking you up and down.

"Todd! Doesn't she look so adorable!"

Tord smirked, letting cigar smoke find it's way out of his mouth. The scent filled your room, making you internally groan. You hated the smell, and now it was on your sheets.

"Very."

Matt bounced, grabbing your shoulders, "Y/N, can I have a turn in it?"

Your eyes widened. You couldn't take this off now, not in front of the two. That would be so embarrassing.

You felt something wrap around your neck, snapping at the front and slightly pinching the sensitive skin.

A collar?! You left the damn drawer open, and Tord found that collection.

"Quite the collection, Y/N. I'm impressed." Tord opened your window and threw his cigar out. Good riddance.

"Jesus fucking christ, this can't be happening..." you put your face in the palms of your hands and slightly muttered to yourself.

You were lunged forward, almost colliding into Tord's face. Your faces were inches apart. You could smell the cigar scent running off of him.

"Only it is, my dear."

You noticed one of the leashes you had that came with a collar. It was wrapped around Tord's fist. When did he put it on? Nothing was felt.

"Ah, Tord! Don't be so rough with her. Give me that, you're doing it wrong."

Matt took the leash from Tord's hand, gently tugging you to him.

"I'm not doing it wrong, friend. Just being rough, is all."

You spoke up, "Uh, what's happening?"

"Sounds like Matt wants to have a little contest." Tord crossed his arms and arched a brow.

Matt tugged on the leash a bit harder, "Maybe I do!"

Tord walked back to the entrance of your room, shutting and locking the door.

Oh gosh, this perv was planning something sexual. Why aren't you saying anything to stop it? Why are you obeying them?

You swore it was the power of the outfit taking over your body.

But honestly. You liked the use of the leash and being pulled around between the two men. It felt right for some reason.

"Okay, then. Deal." The two guys standing in your room shook on it.

You were too zoned out to pay attention to what they agreed to. Too zoned out to even notice that Matt dropped the leash, and it was now hanging in front of your legs.

"Come here, Y/N." Tord sat on the bed, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

Instead of immediate action, you stared at him, unsure of what to do.

"Come here, beautiful." Matt sat next to Tord and motioned for you to sit on his lap as well.

You looked between the two, unable to decide. Were you really going to sleep with them? Would it make things awkward?

"Now, Y/N." Tord interrupted your thoughts with a command. He sounded more stern.

You found yourself slowly walking to him, not wanting to disobey. Honestly, with how kinky Tord was, you were scared to disobey him. Who knows what he would do to you.

But on the other hand, you were also curious to see what he would do to you.

So you went to Matt, gently sitting on his lap. You made eye contact with Tord and smirked.

"Good girl, Y/N." Matt wrapped his hands around you, giving you praise.

But Tord glared at you, "Bad girl, Y/N."

He thought for a moment and smirked, "Maybe a punishment is needed."

Matt started to gently kiss your neck and rub your body. The gentle kisses kind of tickled when they reached sensitive places.

"Ack-!" You were tugged back by the leash. It took you by surprise.

You looked up and saw Tord looking down on you, "You'll behave for me."

A slap was placed upon your ass. You jumped and tugged away from Tord, and into Matt's shoulder. He kissed and rubbed at your body as Tord spanked you.

God, the stimulations running through.

Tord had lifted the skirt, revealing the laced thong you were wearing to match your outfit. He delivered another slap.

The bare skin made it sting more as he spanked you again and again.

Matt started to gently take off your maid outfit, kissing your body as more was revealed. You let him slide off the top and skirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. And the socks, of course.

They admired your body, hands running along it. Matt tickled his fingers along your spine while Tord squeezed your thighs.

Each was attacking each side of your neck, leaving soft kisses, rough kisses, and bites.

Matt rubbed your thighs, slowly making his way up. The tip of his finger lightly rubbed the bundle of nerves hiding within the black panties.

Tord wrapped his strong hand around your neck, pulling your head back for a deep, wet kiss. He snaked his tongue into your mouth, dancing with yours. His hands going down to your breasts, giving them a nice squeeze. You reached behind and unclipped your bra, tossing it aside and giving Tord full access.

You softly moaned into Tord's kiss when Matt slipped his hand in your panties, giving skin to skin contact. He played with your clit, rubbing it in circles, while using his other fingers to rub at your wet entrance.

"Somebody's soaked," Matt whispered in your ear, giving you chills.

Matt gently pushed you off his lap so you were standing. He started to slowly slide your panties down, biting his lip and making eye contact.

Tord roughly took charge and ripped them off, then shoved you on the bed. He climbed on top of you, taking his shirt and pants off. You heard Matt's zipper in the background, not breaking eye contact with Tord.

He pushed his body onto you, passionately kissing you again. Matt climbed beside you, gently stroking his length.

Tord trailed passionate kisses down your body, stopping at your vagina. He didn't give you time to think, he just went down on you. He licked and sucked on the swollen bundle of nerves, making you arch your back, biting your finger to keep yourself from moaning.

"It's okay, darling. Don't be scared to make those pretty little noises for us~" Matt held his hard cock in front of your face.

You let Matt put his erection in your mouth, letting it muffle your moaning. Tord rubbed his fingers at your entrance, teasing it for what happens next.

As Matt lightly thrusted in your mouth, Tord roughly fingered you, trying to find that perfect spot. God, the overwhelming pleasure was going to kill you. You wanted them inside you, and to stop teasing.

Once Tord found your spot, you choked and moaned around Matt's dick. He leaned his head back, softly moaning.

You arched your back in pleasure, trying to take more of Matt in your mouth. It felt so good, you didn't want it to end.

But all things had to come to an end. Tord and Matt made eye contact, nodding as if they planned something. They both pulled away from you, leaving you a whimpering mess.

Matt sat you up and on his lap. Your back against him, facing Tord, who was between your legs.

Matt slightly lifted you up, placing you on his cock, and slowly sliding you back down. You softly moaned as you sat and adjusted on Matt.

After a few seconds, he started to slowly thrust into you. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, whimpering and softly moaning for him.

Tord scooted closer, positioning himself at your entrance as well. Matt stopped thrusting and let Tord slowly slide into you.

You groaned and bit your bottom lip. The stretch hurt, but it was more pleasurable than it was painful.

Matt started to rub your abdomen and thighs, comforting you from the blissful pain. His soft touches felt nice, and you wondered how he would be to just cuddle with.

Once Tord was fully in, he grabbed the leash and pulled you forward, into a kiss. This time, it wasn't wet or passionate. It was softer, adorable even. He pulled off, going down to your neck and whispering, "Are you ready, Y/N?"

You nodded, closing your eyes and preparing yourself.

Both males started thrusting at their own pace, throwing you off. Matt was going slow and gentle, but Tord was going a faster, more rough pace.

You grabbed onto Tord's shoulders, moaning so loud, it was almost almost scream. Holy shit, this was new. They both hit different spots inside you, driving you insane.

Matt picked up his pace, but still going gentle. He wrapped his arms around you and played with your breasts while planting soft kisses on your back. You could hear him softly moaning. The shakiness in his moans were cute.

Tord was breathing heavily, giving a few grunts here and there. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy as he reached his peak. He held your legs up, clinging onto them tightly as he reached his climax. He quickly pulled out as he came, groaning and resting his head on your leg. The face he made was hot to you. The way he looked so vulnerable.

You felt Matt tighten his grip around you, pushing his face in your back as his moans became more frequent. The shaky breaths and moans were driving you to your own orgasm. His thrusting became rougher as he moaned louder.

"Gahh, Matt~!" A flood of pleasurable relief flooded your body, all the while making you more sensitive.

Matt thrusted a few more times before spilling his warm cum inside you.

That had caught everyone off guard. You weren't on birth control.

"Dammit, Matt. Why'd you do that?!" Tord barked, obviously pissed.

"S-Sorry! I was too into it and forgot.. I'm so sorry, Y/N." Matt held onto you tightly as he pulled out. Hot cum leaked from you.

"I-It's okay. I'll figure something out." You turned around in Matt's arms and hugged him back. The poor ginger felt so bad, it's almost like he was going to cry.

"Everyone clean up. We'll go to the pharmacy." Tord had already gotten up and was buttoning his pants.

Matt nodded, letting you go and slowly getting up and dressed.

"I'm jumping in the shower." You put on your dirty clothes and went into the bathroom. You were hoping there was Plan-B at the pharmacy.

You got undressed in the bathroom, tossing your dirty clothes aside. You unclipped the leash from the collar and set it aside. Looking at the collar in the mirror, you realize this was the one that you lost the key to.

Meaning it was stuck.

You groaned and jumped in the shower anyways, washing the sweat and cum from your body.

Once out of the warm water, you wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to Tord's room. Maybe his big brain can pick the lock.

You opened the door slightly, listening to it squeak. You looked for Tord, who was sitting on his bed, on his phone.

"T-Tord.. the collar is stuck."

He looked up from his phone, motioning you into his room. He took one look at you, and then went to his desk.

It was scattered with papers and a few tools.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a tiny screwdriver. You heard the shower running again, assuming I was Matt.

Tord lifted your chin and picked the lock off the collar, letting it release from around your neck. You sighed in relief; thank god you didn't have to go into public with a collar on.

You and Tord heard the shower stop, and saw Matt exiting the bathroom.

"Ready?" He sounded like he had been crying.

You nodded.

"Alright, let's go then." Tord tossed the car keys in the air and let them fall back in his hand.

You and Matt followed behind him outside and into the car, finally going to the pharmacy.

Luckily, they had Plan-B in stock.

[jasontoddsbae]

Jason Todd smut alphabet!

(I edited it to make it a lil longer)

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

I think Jason is most likely to run you a bath and change the sheets. He's also the type to cook you something if you are hungry. If you're both still horny and have energy after your round(s) then he'd give a few more rounds in the shower but he's mostly likely going to cover your body in kisses, rub areas he think he grabbed too hard and whisper sweet words in your ear telling you how good you are to him and telling you how much he loves you

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

Jason like his arms, abs and thighs. He knows he's ripped in those places and they always leave you weak. On you I think he's an ass guy and he loves your neck. He loves spanking you in doggy style and loves to leave hickeys..he also loves your stomach. He loves to cum on it, kiss it and rest his head on it (he'd secretly love to see your tummy with a baby bump)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Jason will eat you eat until you squirt. He loves when you squirt all over his mouth. He also loves when you suck him off..cumming in your mouth is one of his favourites. He likes to cum on your breasts 👀

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

You and Jason have many sex tapes that you've recorded on his phone. Some as red hood and some as Jason Todd. He loves to watch them when he's horny and alone

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jason is very experienced. He's had a fair share of partners when it comes to sex, he knows how to please woman with just the tip of his finger. When he was on a killing spree during his bad days as red hood he would use sex a stress relief and to help balance out his emotions/anger, he needed it often. Most were one night stands and some were few time flings

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I feel like Jasons favourite position is spooning sex? Feeling you close to him drives him crazy but with your leg hooked over his hip and easy access to your clit while pounding in to you turns him on so much.

Also I feel like he REALLY loves doggy style. Your head buried in the mattress, your back arched and your ass up high for him while he fucks you balls deep 🌸( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jason is serious in bed. He wants every experience with him to blow your mind. He's also cock too tho. He knows he makes you feel god and won't be afraid to say that to you.

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

Jason is always trimmed. Never bald but never too hairy. He's a hygienic guy and the fact that you shave/wax for him makes him feel like he has to put in some effort too.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Jason can be a romantic when he wants to be..like if you've had a crap day at work or if you're feeling a bit upset he will treat you like a queen but most of the time he will fuck you non stop until you are a screaming and shaking mess

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jason jacks off on patrol or when he's alone on a mission when he's horny and missing you (definitely expect some pics because he will send them). He will also jack off if he's stressed when you're not around.q

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jason has a breeding kink. Fucking his cum inside of you makes him go wild but he always makes sure that you have taken birth control after.

Jason also has a kink for being caught. He loves watching their faces when they catch him fucking you..he doesn't stop his movements if they walk in.

Hair pulling. Jason absolutely LOVES to grip your hair while destroying your pussy. It makes him feel more dominant.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Although Jason prefers it to be in the comfort of his own home (couch, shower, kitchen, bedroom ect) he also loves to fuck you in public places (cinema, bar bathrooms, in a car)

He also loves fucking you in the Manor. He loves when people are able to hear you both having sex. Its a dirty kink he has.

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

You. When you walk around in panties and one of his big shirts. When you sit on his lap only to cuddle tho. Watching you clean. He loves when you get pissed off too.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jason would never hurt you (during sex or anytime) he grew up with an abusive dad and saw his mother get beaten up too many times. He wouldn't dare hurt you in any way.

Big no to knife play too

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

Jason absolutely loves eating you out. He loves it. He loves when you grip on his hair and loves when you grind against his face..he also loves when you lock your legs around his head. He is very skilled at eating pussy..his mouth alone can make you squirt but his fingers too? God damn he will make you cum over and over.

Jason also loves when you give him head. He loves gathering your hair and gripping it to take control of your head and movements. He loves when you take him all the way him. He WILL fuck your throat.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough most of the time. He loves hearing you scream (also secretly loves that most of your neighbours know his name).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jason loves quickies. He does prefer full rounds of sex but will give you quickies before patrol, before watching your favourite Netflix series, 5 minutes before someone visits your apartment. The adrenaline makes the sex better.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jason is open to new ideas but not anything too kinky (such as him being handcuffed for too long).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jason has stamina. He can go up to 5 rounds if you push him but 3/4 at the very most. He wants to make sure that you are satisfied and wants to make sure that you won't be able to walk the next day

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own a bullet vibrator (you like to tease jasons asshole even sometimes slip it in), a moulded dildo of Jason's penis (for when he's away on missions) and a regular vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jason enjoys teasing you and doesn't mind you teasing him but if you don't give him what he wants when he wants it..you'll be left with a very sore pussy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jason is a moaner and a dirty talker. His moans are heavenly and will not hide the fact that he's enjoying himself if there are friends ect at your apartment. He will try and keep it down if his little brothers end up staying the night in your guest room.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Jason has an onlyfans. He doesn't show his face and blurs yours out too to protect your identities

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Jason penis is 7 and a half inches, it is thick (but not too huge) and vainy. It has a slight curve to it and it is also circumcised.

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

Jason has a pretty high sex drive but can and will control it if needed. He gets cranky if he doesn't have sex at least once a week (stress and all)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jason has never been much of a sleeper but sleeps better with you around. After a few rounds he's knock out straight away but always has to cuddle with you

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

I'm not the same anon but how about a follow up hc on the nerdy gf? Like nerdy gf who is actually very kinky 😏 If you are not taking smut hcs that is totally fine though! Thank you and hope you're having a great day!

We’re always accepting smut here 😳 so in this I made the reader kinky but also equally hypersexual, so it doesn’t talk only about kinks but also about being as into sex as him in a lot of cases. I hope you enjoy this! You’re the first in awhile to request a NSFW headcanon prompt!

The first ask is {here}

So, first of all, you impress the hell out of him. Truthfully, he thought maybe you were going to be a jumpy virgin he’d need to take his time with, and even if you were a virgin, you being into the kinkier side of things and being so willing to try round 2, 3, 4, 5 with him as long as he takes it slow with you the first time to explore kinks would boggle his mind. Most likely leaves him speechless for a moment, especially if you were really good at what you did right at first.

Absolutely loses his mind (and probably nuts in his pants) if you give him a strip tease the first time the two of you have sex. Gets off on the fact that instead of whimpering, you moan when he slaps your ass so hard it seems to echo in the room. Ideally, Sangwoo loves a masochist, but a kinky masochist who would try almost anything once?

He’d give you a safe word and even listen for it if you were to be so giving.

Never thought he would meet anybody even slightly as kinky as he was, meeting you and finding out that you were damn near just as kinky and sexual as him would make him that much more desperate to make you squirt all over the bed and his face.

Loves to try new things with you. Either of you can bring things up whenever, even mid-session, and if you’re unsure of what something is but willing to try it, he’ll take it a little slower for you. Sometimes with things he really likes, he takes it slower so you get to feel every sensation. He only hopes you like the things that he loves in bed and don’t hate them. It would be a challenge for him to give up something he’s so attached to. However, with how kinky you can be, he doubts it

Loves it if you wear chokers in bed. Hooks his finger around it and tugs you in to kiss you after you suck his cock. Will hold it and keep you close in uncomfortable positions so you feel every ridge of his cock as he slams inside of you— one of his favorite positions this way is with you originally in doggy, fingertips now just barely touching the bed ad he holds you up by the back of the choker, knees down on the bed, back arched. Loves choking you and will toss it aside when he’s done with it and ready to wrap his hands around your throat and make your eyes roll back into your head.

Will cum early if you laugh or smile while he does new kinks with you and loves it when you scream out for him. Loves rough sex, and while it doesn’t always have to be as rough as he wants it, if you also like it rough, slower, softer sex is more reserved for nights when you’re needing comfort or middle of the night sex.

Along with the masochist bit, Sangwoo likes it to hurt, even if it hurts him a bit too. Often wakes up with a sore cock and his back burns in the shower. He wouldn’t want it any other way as you hold your back and stretch out. Neither of you regret it, may even do it again that night (or in the shower that morning)

He loves shower sex. Even if it burns in the shower, he loves to fuck you against the wall and take you from behind. Likes to slap your ass and watch it jiggle when he fucks you like this. Absolutely loves to watch the water and cum slide down your body, so he often pulls out when he cums to cum on your ass or lower back. Will wash your hair and body afterwards, may initiate some kissing or sucking on your nipples.

Outside of the shower, Sangwoo loves to fuck you against the front door, loves it when you wiggle your ass back against him to let him know you’re just as desperate as he is for it. Loves to slam his hips hard against you to watch your ass jiggle with his movements, and on the flip side does love it when you move back against him and all he has to do is stand there, a hand holding your hair and the other holding your face pressed against the door, squishing your cheek and possibly leaving lines from the wood on your face, but you can’t care as you fuck him back

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 16

Distractions and Sex

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: bucky helps distract you after the whole Steve shot happens

Warnings: swearing, smut, so much fucking smut, slight dirty talk, slight degradation, knife play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, bucky being super soft, lots of fluff

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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It had been nearly an hour since y/n had left in search of Steve, and there still was no sign of her. Bucky began to worry, chewing his already short fingernail as he became more and more scared. Now, weather it was the thought of y/n getting hurt that scared him or one of her in Steve's bed, he didn't know.

The super soldier was just pushing up from where he'd perched himself on her surprisingly luxurious bed when the door creaked open, the shock of it giving Bucky a little start as he flinched slightly. Y/n stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes red-rimmed and looking almost dead - so dry from crying for so long it looked almost uncomfortable, which of course it was. She held a near empty whiskey bottle in her hand, which almost fully explained her state.

Bucky stood from the bed abruptly, taking the few strides that it took to close the gap between them as y/n kicked the door closed with her foot.

"You didn't find Steve?" He asked worriedly, hands coming up to cup her face. Y/n scoffed, letting out a slurred, humourless laugh.

"Oh I found him alright." She crocked.

"And? Should I go speak to him?" Buck urged, desperately trying to meet y/n's eyes but she adverted her gaze to some plotted succulents that occupied her bedside table.

"That's probably not the best idea. At all." She deadpanned, moving out of Bucky's grip before flopping onto the bed and blowing out a big sigh.

When Bucky looked at her, he couldn't help but feel like she looked like a fallen angel. Her hair fanned around her face like a halo, the glaring light from the room creating shining highlights over her skin, her lips pouted almost sinfully; and yet her dress was skew-whiff and her mascara ran down her cheeks, the reddened look to her eyes almost devilish.

Y/n brought the whiskey bottle up high enough to unscrew the cap, tilting her head up enough so she could take another swig of the golden liquid. But she was predictable, the drink's effects slowing down her movements and before her lips met the rim of the bottle Bucky was swiping it from her hands, letting it settle on the little table next to her bed.

"I think you've had quite enough of that." Bucky scolded, a frown morphing his once-soft features. Y/n blew out a frustrated sigh, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest like a little girl throwing a tantrum.

"And I think you should stop telling me what to do." She bit back, her snarky attitude telling Bucky everything he needed to know about why people avoided the Stark's when they were drunk.

"C'mon, doll. Why don't we just get you into some more comfort clothes and into bed?" Bucky suggested, y/n standing up to become nose-to-nose with him as he spoke. "I'll help with the zip if you like." He offered, gesturing for y/n to turn around. But her attention was elsewhere, eyes glued to his plump pink lips that she was kissing not to long ago. Maybe the distraction would help...

"Doll-" Bucky began but y/n was quick to cut him off.

"Just shut up and kiss me, soldier." Y/n murmured breathily, eyes transfixed on his lips. Bucky threw all logic out the window, like those words were a new string of triggers. His rough hands cupped her face again, y/n letting out a shiver when the metal made contact with her flushed skin, before he was smashing his lips to hers in a desperate kiss.

Bucky walked her backwards until y/n's knees hit the bed, the girl falling into the plush covers. Bucky was quick to crawl over her, coving y/n's body with his own at his teeth nipped at her bottom lip and his hands explored her body like it was the first time. His touch was everywhere, leaving a trail of fire in its wake across her skin.

"Soldier, please." Y/n whines breathily, fisting her hands into his hair as Bucky trailed his kisses over her jaw. He hummed in agreement, beginning to kiss down her body before y/n was using her grip on his hair to yank his head back up. "I'm ready. Just please, get inside me." She begged, a sound that Bucky could listen to for hours if need be.

He nodded quickly, moaning as she fumbled with his belt and jeans zipper before wrapping her slim fingers around his hard cock. He kicked off his jeans and boxers, thrusting onto her hand slightly as he bunched y/n's dress around her waist and slid the thin piece of cloth to the side.

That's when his hand brushed against the silver blade strapped to her upper thigh, hand hand instinctively snapping away. Y/n giggled, a soft sound that was like a melody in the super-soldier's ear.

"I always like to be prepared when I'm in public." She informed him, her laughter gone when she realised that she may have scared him off. But a wide grin split over Bucky's face, his lips hovering over hers once again as he unsheathed the knife from the leather strap.

"Good girl. It seems I taught you well." He mumbled against her lips, giving the girl a quick kiss before pulling back from her and sitting back on his haunches.

He twirled the knife in his hands, smirking at the blade as he flipped it between his fingers until the tip rested at y/n's heart. Her breath hitched momentarily, eyes drifting forwards towards the silver dagger before a smirk of her own spread across her lips.

"Kinky. I always knew you'd be a freak if you were in the right headspace." She smirked, gasping lightly as the soldier flipped the blade again, this time holding it against her hip, under the dress, and hooked it into the waistband of her panties. He brought his lips her her ear, breath hot and foggy.

"And what sane person initiates knife play during sex?" He mumbled, nipping at her earlobe. Y/n giggled again, the endearing sound finding his cock and making it throb as it somehow grew even more.

"I never said that you were sane, soldier." Y/n whispers, enticing a small growl from Bucky as he nipped at her neck. Y/n gasped again, the blade tugging up harshly and snapping the band of her lace panties, the fabric falling from around her as he repeated the same action on the other side.

"Hands and knees. Now." He murmured gruffly in her ear, making y/n clamp her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to conceal her giddy smile, but the excited fling to her eyes gave away ever though the girl was having at that moment.

When she didn't move quick enough, bucky used his metal hand to flip y/n over, tugging her up onto her hands and pulling her ass flush against his hips. He ran his cock through her puffy folds, collecting her wetness and groaning at how much he found just from some kissing and knife-play.

"Fuck. You're soaked." Bucky praised, soothing a hand over her ass before it was cracking against the skin. Y/n yelped, jolting forward onto her forearms as bucky slid home with one deep thrust. "Fuck. Your little pussy just sucks me right in. Suck a fucking slut for me." Bucky grunted, pulling his hips back and snapping them into hers roughly.

Y/n cried out as Bucky tangled a fist in her hair, pulling the girl back against his  best as he thrusted vigorously into her wet heat. His mouth next to her ear, Bucky brough his flesh hand to her neck again, knife still in grasp as the blade pressed slightly against the scar running across her neck.

You'd think it'd trigger something in y/n, make her uncomfortable or flood her with unwelcome emotions. But it did the opposite. To y/n, having one of the men she loved, who she knew to have endured the same trauma as she had at the same hands as her, with her knife pressed to her neck, it somehow made her feel empowered, like they were claiming the pain as their own - no one else's. She moaned loudly, now completely sobbed and completely aware that every time she jolted forward the knife scraped and scratched her skin ever so lightly, nicking the skin in a prickle that caused on or two drop of blood to trickle down her neck and slide over her collar bone.

"S'tight and warm. Fuck, you feel so good." Bucky husked into her ear, the words causing y/n's walls to flyer around his cock, causing both the assassins to moan loudly. "Touch that pretty clit for me baby, make yourself come all over my cock." He rasped, driving into her tight cunt even harder that before, if that was possible.

With a shaky hand, y/n reached down, rubbing small and tight circles against her bundle of nerves as Bucky's cock slammed into her balls-deep. Y/n cried his name as she came, her walls convulsing around Bucky wildly, her own orgasm triggering his.

Bucky grunted and groaned y/n's name as he stilled inside her, ropes of his come painting her slick walls. Her dropped the knife to the bed, placing his hands on her waist as he slowly pulled out of her. Y/n winced slightly as he did so, moaning at the feeling of their come mixed together and dripping down her thighs.

Y/n made to protest as Bucky got up, leaving her panting of the bed. He chuckled, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead before telling not to move and that he'd be back in a moment.

...

I didn't know how long he left the room for, but when Bucky returned he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom that was connected to me room and set me down on the marble counter, the warm feeling of the hot bath radiating against my skin, the mirror against my back dam with condensation and steam. I shivered slightly at the cold contact of the glass against my exposed skin, my mid elsewhere as I felt the super soldier slip me out of my dress and lift my into the bath after him.

He used a soapy cloth to clean me, rubbing it over my skin in soft circles, gently massaging my aching muscles. He littered my shoulders in kisses, his warm chest pressed to my back and his arms circled around me once he was done cleaning me.

"Did I help?" He pondered, tilting his head slightly although I couldn't see that.

"Hm?" I hummed, still slightly out of it.

"Did I help? Distracting you?" He rephrased and I nodded, cuddling against him further.

"Lots. I haven't really thought about st- that, since I saw you. So thank you." I smiled, and Bucky didn't miss the way I avoided Steve's name.

"I'm happy to help, Doll." He smiled back, pressing a kiss to my hair. We stayed like that for a while, his arms wrapped around me - one warm and one cool - my head against his shoulder and his nose buried in my hair.

After a while of comfortable silence, Bucky helped me out of the tub, where the water was now turning cold and my body was beginning to shiver - despite the warms radiating off him. He wrapped a towel around the both of us, leading me into the bed room and throwing me his t-shirt whilst he pulled on his boxers.

We climbed into bed, my head resting against his chest as I nuzzled into him, completely missing the way his gaze lingered on my face, or the was his hand carded through my hair and his lips pressed to my forehead because sleep had already pulled me under its lulling spell.

“Goodnight.” He whispered against me, finally letting his blue grey eyes fall shut and his mind to rest, falling onto as deep a sleep as me as he slept the best he had since before the war, when him and Steve used to share a little apartment in Brooklyn.

[chokemeanakin]

Hi my name’s Maeve! 😇 I write for Anakin and a tiny bit of Obi. 

My inbox is closed! 

Feel free to send me any thoughts you have, but if you send a fic request I can’t promise that I’ll get to it anytime soon. I still love to see your ideas though! 

(ps check out my ongoing fic Give Me Love) 

First Kiss - Anakin treats reader to their first kiss

Drunk - Reader comes home from a party wasted, and Anakin is there to witness it… and maybe make out with…

Anakin Cuddling Hc’s - What it’s like to cuddle with the Best Boy

Anakin with giggly reader Hc’s and Anakin x Jealous/Insecure reader - first half is hc for a giggly reader and second half is a fic where reader gets jealous and insecure and Anakin comforts them

Anakin x Short/Shy/Insecure Reader Hc’s - Just some headcanons of a soft boy

Loving On You - Slight Anakin angst, basically you hold him after a crappy mission

Be My Forever - Anakin proposes with as little words as possible

Anakin Teaches You How To Drive Hc’s- nice car go zoom 🚗💨

Anakin With a Pregnant Reader Hc’s- use protection kids

Anakin x Touch Starved Reader Hc’s - definitely not self indulgent

Touch Starved Anakin x Reader Hc’s - this was actually rlly cute

Playing with his hair imagine - i know i write about this a lot but cmon

Anakin Comforting Reader Hc’s - cue the uwu’s

Distraction - Anakin distracts reader as they study

Walking with Anakin as he does General stuff- small blurb

Domestic Anakin Hc’s - random thoughts I had of him

Giving Anakin a massage - w a tiny hint of smut

Complimenting Anakin - is never talked about enough

Anakin x curvy Reader Hc’s

Anakin x skinny Reader Hc’s

Fluff blurbs! - one, two

Stargazing with Anakin

Wearing Anakin’s Jedi Robes Hc’s

Sleepy moments with Ani Hc’s

Jealous Anakin x Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Anakin x Jealous Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Patched Up - Reader comes back from a mission all cut up, Anakin helps patch her up

Sick People Should Stay Away from Balconies - Reader is sick and asking for trouble, Anakin deals with her shit

Jelly toast - a request for a reader coming back from a mission all bruised and cut up, Anakin takes care of her

Anakin x Asthmatic Reader Hc’s - how he would act to you having asthma

Bad Dream- Reader has a nightmare during a thunderstorm and goes to Anakin for help

He Kicks Your Ass And Then Lets You Braid His Hair - see title

A Helping Hand (part 1) - Reader hurts her arm during a mission, and Anakin comes to help her (in more ways than one). Whump is in part 1, smut is in part 2 listed under Smut.

Anakin x Reader on her Period heacanons - shark week oofs

Anakin x Sick reader headcanons

Don’t Forget About Me - Reader begs Anakin not to go break up the fight between Mace Windu and Palpatine

I Gave You All - Our war-torn baby just needs a hug

Anakin x Reader w/ Mommy Issues - bro i just 

Night Bus - The Council forces you to leave Anakin

A Reason to Stay - read this at your own risk, deals with severe mental health issues. basically Anakin helps reader through a dark time.

Misunderstandings - angst ending in fluff, Anakin and reader go on a bodyguard mission together and both get jealous.

Anakin crying blurb - give sad boy a hug damnit

Anakin and Reader Take a Shower -basically what the title says. The shower gets heated in more ways than one.

What That Mouth Do Though 👄💦- he eats you out like a champ 💪🏻

Needy Anakin - (you give him a blowie)

Say My Name- jealous Anakin, choking, fucking, you know 🤷🏼‍♀️

First time - Readers first time HAVING SEX with Anakin 🥰

His First Time - The first time Anakin HAS SEX, & it’s with you :)

Welcome Home - Anakin comes home from war and reader welcomes him back with open arms... and open legs 

Save a Spaceship, Ride a Starpilot- Anakin has reader sit on his face and then she fucks him slowly ;)

Giving him a lapdance short - just a lil imagine

Jealousy (part 1) - classic under-the-table action at a high end event

Jealousy (part 2) - he gets his revenge

Master Kink Hc’s - exactly what it sounds like

A Helping Hand (part 2) - Anakin helps Reader out bc she has a broken arm :) very sweet and soft and fluffy to mend y’alls broken hearts. (part 1 is under Whump)

This is what he sounds like when he cums - grab ur headphones

This is what he sounds like in bed - grab ur headphones again lol

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 1) - from the top make it drop thats a wap

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 2) -  wap wap wap

General Kink blurb - credit goes to @kenobikittens​

Cruel Intentions - holiday smut, this hurt ppl’s feelings for some reason woops. anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty mouth, and also it’s Life Day.

Anakin x fem reader Pregnancy Sex Hc’s - i hate kids but this was cute

NSFW blurbs! - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty

Sub Anakin Hc’s - good boy ;)

Deepthroating Anakin Hc’s 

Dry Humping Hc’s

A Dream Come True - Anakin helps reader masturbate and cum for the first time

Anakin & size kink hc’s

Anakin is smart - just a post talking about how intelligent our favorite Jedi is

More proof that he’s smart

Anidala Fluff - A request where Anakin and Padme do it in the fields of Naboo for the first time (no smut it’s romantic get ur head out of the gutter John B)

Love at First Sight - Anakin falls in love with you as soon as he sees you

All These Little Things - Padme x Reader / Anakin x Reader Hc’s where reader is romantically interested in Padme until she notices all of Anakin’s little things

Anakin’s hands appreciation post

Anakin’s Cheekbones Appreciation Post - he’s just got em okay

Anakin’s arms appreciation post

Aggressive Negotiations (part one) - Anakin and Reader go to a ball and it doesn’t turn out the way they expect

Aggressive Negotiations (part two) - combines the ‘he sees her dressed up for the first time’, ‘handcuffed together’, and ‘stuck in a closet’ tropes all in one mission gone wrong ;)

When he does the hand-on-cheek thing - *cries*

For people who have freckles

For people who have freckles p2 - not my work but thanks to @haydens-moles​ you guys have to suffer through this post with me

Anakin can sing

Anakin + drinking - some musings about the jedi and booze

Anakin loves rain

Anakin’s Eyelashes Appreciation Post

Random facts about his childhood

Sad Anakin fact

Anakin Reaction Pics

Random Anakin Thoughts - im so disorganized my b

What does his dick look like?

Is he brunette or blonde discourse - spoil alert: it’s neither. see next link

What color is his hair really?

It’s you- Obi Wan x Reader fic where he comes back from a mission planning to break it off with you, but then realizes he can’t let you go

You Can Rest Now - Obiwan x Reader where you take care of him after a mission that’s left him tired and sick

Obi-Wan Hc’s - random thoughts I had about him being in a relationship

What I Imagine The Star Wars Boys Wear For Underwear

What I Imagine The Star War’s Boys Dicks Are Like

Rating the Star Wars Boys Cum Faces on a Scale from 1-10

Kinky R2

The fanart that ended thousands of careers

R2D2 x C3P0 Smut 

You get Acid in your Vagina Hc’s 

Carrot Fun w Anakin - two parter, includes videos

Yoda smut snippet

He gave you a specific order

If Anakin can pull off a butt chin then so can I

How many shots it would take for me to sleep with the stars wars men (part one) (part two)

Anakin w a weave

Which Star Wars Characters Have a Foot Fetish

[tomorrowxforever]

Dom! Yeonjun A-Z

Fem! Reader

Contains: Cups of smut. Well, not direct smut so, more insanely suggestive.

Warning(s): NSFW!!, dom! Yeonjun, bully! Yeonjun, mentions : cum play, degradation, impact play, bondage, breeding, spit, voyeurism, sir! Yeonjun, sadism, humiliation, exhibitionism

Notes: This is.. oof. I’m sorry bibi😅 I’m actually pretty fuckin proud of this one. Please keep sending in requests, October is the only month I write full fledge smut and not just suggestive.

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

Yeonjun is the sweetest baby when it comes to aftercare. He can get super rough when y’all are going at it ( especially if he has to punish you ) and he knows it so he makes sure to treat you like the most precious, fragile princess during aftercare.

Need something to drink? He’ll get it. Hungry? He’ll make you a sandwich. Wanna take a bath but can’t get up cause legs = jello? He’ll carry you. He will literally do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and then snuggle you like there’s no tomorrow.

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

Yeonjun is an ass man all the way. Sorry, but that’s just the truth🤷. So his favorite body part on you is your ass. But he doesn’t discriminate. Big booty, lil booty. It’s all the same to him:)

Yeonjun strikes me as someone who is secretly self conscious so I don’t think he really has a favorite part of his own body. I mean, the only part of himself I can see him being fully confident in is his shlong, and even that’s after being together for awhile. So maybe that??

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

Junnie is into cum play so...

Yeah.

He will cum anywhere and absolutely love it.

On your face, he’ll pick it up with his fingers and make you suck it off. On your tummy, get ready for round two while he rubs it around on your skin. On your pussy, he’ll finger you with it. In your pussy, he could sit and watch it drip out of you for hours. In your mouth, you better show it to him on your tongue and either swallow it or kiss him.

And he cums quite a bit...

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

He really wants you to dom him. Just once. Cause he doesn’t know what it’s like and he’s curious. But he doesn’t know how to ask you cause he knows your his subby lil baby. And what if he ends up not liking it?

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

He’s definitely hooked up a couple times, so he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to please you. However, you are the first person he’s been able really explore all his interests with and his kink list has definitely expanded since he met you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Either missionary or doggy.

Yeonjun likes having complete control over you and everything you do. He also likes having you suffocatingly close while he ruins you.

It changes in the middle of a round a lot too. One second you’re on your back for him, the next he’s flipped you over and is pressing your face into the pillows.

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

He is goofy in a serious way.

Yeonjun is a bully dom, so he takes every chance he gets to make fun of you. Especially during sex.

He will tease you like there’s no tomorrow. He calls you all sorts of names and makes fun of the things you do and the way you sound, the like. He’s just straight mean.

But if you give him even the foreshadowing of the slightest lip, he’ll switch on a dime and be all jokes aside, serious Yeonjun.

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

He keeps himself pretty trimmed down there. Not fully shaved but not super wild. I feel likes he’s the only one who actually makes sure to keep up with the up keep.

And he definitely doesn’t expect anything from you.

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

He can be sickeningly romantic when he wants to. Rose petals, candles, slow sensual sex, the whole shibang. You cannot tell me that this boy isn’t at least a lil bit of a hopeless romantic.

And when y’all are going at it like usual he likes forcing you to look into his eyes, and he’s invading your personal space just a bit, so it’s pretty intimate.

But he can get pretty animalistic pretty fast.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He’ll only really wack off when he’s on tour, and even then he needs your help. Whether it be Skype sex, a phone call or just looking at pictures you sent him for time just as this one, he always has to either see or hear you is some way. Or he just can’t cum.

But other then that, he doesn’t really need to wank it🤷 He’s got you so why would he need to?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Buckle up kiddos-

Cum play

Degradation

Impact play (he will slap your face)

Bondage

Slight breeding kink

Spit kink

Sir kink

Voyeurism

Sadist

Humiliation kink

Almost exhibitionism

Or in other words, Yeonjun is one big kinky bully and we stan😊

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He’ll fuck you literaly any where. Of course, he’s not gonna start going at it in the middle of a family dinner or anything, but he’ll do it in the kitchen just a room away.

At the end of the day, he doesn’t care where or who’s around but ultimately he’s the only one who gets to see you like that.

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

He gets turned on by the simplest of things, if you blink at him in the wrong tone than he’s pulling you away to privacy.

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

He won’t do anything that will seriously hurt you. Sure, he’ll slap you around a bit and spank you, but he refuses to do anything that could have long lasting damage. For example, knife play.

He also isn’t 100% against sharing you with someone else, but he is hesitant as fuck.

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

He doesn’t have a preference. Junnie loves giving and receiving equally.

For the most part, you sucking him off is actually him fucking your mouth as punishment for mouthing off or something. And when he eats you out it’s as a reward. There are some exceptions but those are true for most circumstances.

And he is absolutely fantastic at oral. Like, he just may be the best you’ve ever had. Did you see him with the grapes?

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

Really he does both. As most things with Yeonjun, it depends.

He could be absolutely plowing into you one second, moving so fast and being so rough that you’re wondering if he’s even human. Then the next moment he’s grinding into you and being all soft and slow. Though slow usually comes with tons of teasing.

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

Oh, he’s all for it.

Sex is sex. And he knows how you have you crying and trembling within minutes.

Though he does prefer taking his time and torturing you, he doesn’t mind taking you quickly in a broom closet before a show or something.

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

Jun will try almost anything once. He’s very open minded when it comes to different kinks and if he sees potential in it, he’ll do it.

And if you haven’t noticed from the previous letters, he had no problem with fucking you in a public place.

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

He last so long I almost feel sorry for you. He’ll just hold his own orgasm while pounding into you and making you cum over and over again. Sometimes he holds out for so long you start to wonder if he’s actually enjoying it. But then he finally cums. Hard. And you’re like, oh.

He can also go like two or three rounds before he gets tired and needs a break. But they are both long, torturous rounds soo... good luck❤️

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

Did someone say toys? Hold up, let’s go through his toy box.

Vibrator, dildo, restraints (many different kinds), gags, blindfolds, whips, and a few paddles.

Yeah, he might have just a few🤷

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

I-

Once again, good luck.

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

He doesn’t really moan a bunch. Mostly it’s just grunts. Oh, and he growls. Like 🥵

But he talks a lot so you get to here him make sound in the few and far between instances where he isn’t yapping your ear off (in a good way).

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

He lets you get away with a lot more than the typical dom would let their sub get away with. It’s mostly because he knows he can be kinda rough and mean, but also cause he loves you so much that he can’t find it in himself to actually get annoyed or upset with you sometimes. Also, your absolutely adorable when your acting up and ‘get away with it’.

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

Let’s all say this together, big dick Yeonjun.

We all been knew. Like, c’mon. He radiates so much big dick energy I think we’d be pretty shook if he didn’t have a third leg situation going on.

So, imma say about six and a half, seven inches.

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

He goes through fazes of having the highest sex drive in town.

Like, for two or three weeks it seems like he can’t get enough of you. It’s almost every night that y’all are doin somethin. Or he’s playin Wack a Jun.

But the he’s back to normal and has the sex drive of any average dude.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He try’s to stay awake until you fall asleep. But baby is just so worn out🥺

Y’all start cuddling and he’s out like a light.

[seancekitsch]

Helping Hands: Diego Hargreeves x Reader smut

warnings: pegging, cute kinky sex, ass play, diego and reader being a very nice couple exploring their desires together i wasnt a demon about this one!!

Careful planning had gone into tonight. Diego isn't the kind of man to give up control or to express his desires, so all of it has been on his terms. 

When you’d offhandedly expressed wanted to try fucking a man, you didn’t even necessarily mean you wanted Diego to be that guy. Not that you didn’t want to fuck him, but you didn’t expect him to be the type thats into it. You didn't peg him for wanting to be pegged. But he came to you hours later, wrapped around you in bed, and voiced his thoughts on the matter.

‘You know, I don't think I’d mind it, baby,”he whispers pensively, as if thinking very hard about the words that come from his lips.

“Mind what, D?” 

He cuddles you in closer from behind, bare chest now pressing against your back and feeling so comfortably warm. 

“Th-that thing you were talking about,” his mouth presses an open kiss onto your shoulder. 

“Be a little more specific, handsome,” there's laughter in your voice as your curiosity peaks.

“I’d let you fuck me, is that specific enough?”

“Let me? Do you want me to fuck you?” you ask, interest peaked, but he needs to say the magic words. “Do you want to be fucked by me, Diego?”

“Y-y-yes. I think I do.”

And that was that. You took a few weeks to talk about it, logistics, picking out a strap, all of the un-sexy moments out of the way. You didn't want any of that to taint the fun Diego was going to have with this with the boring bits. But you push that from your mind, adjusting the straps of the stockings on your thighs and preparing the most commanding stance you could in front of your nervous but equally aroused partner. He sat in the chair in front of you, slumped shoulders and legs cast askance not matching the tension in his brows. 

Diego was worried. Would it hurt? Would he hate it? Would you hate him for hating it? But it also could be one of the best nights of his life, and that worries him too. Hes trying very hard to posture himself as carefree, as the one thats normally protective and possessive of you, the one whose usually doing the fucking on nights like these. But youre your typical sultry self, and always so attentive and in tune with him. He knows you can see through his facade, but it's more for him than it is for you. He knows your sexy self will take care of him, but to give up that control to be the one taking care is a lot for him. He looks from your stockings, to the thin lace teddy set you've got on tonight and everything in him begs to rip it off of you, maybe even cutting the straps with his knives. But instead he stays still, glued to the chair.

Making the first of many moves tonight, you close the gap and drape yourself across his lap, immediately pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose so you can feel that harsh face break into a grin as he kisses you back, any parts of your face he can reach. You rise back up, not wanting to fall into your normal pattern and Diego genuinely pouts as you saunter over to the bed away from him, but he's quick to follow, landing on the bed with a slight bounce before you start to descend upon him unbuttoning his shirt and pants before backing away, slowly undressing yourself for him. Like unwrapping a present, giving him a show. Truly, the lingerie didn't have any part in tonight, but you thought the extra show would be fun for him. And it is, as you watch him finish undressing you catch sight of his cock springing from his waistband and smacking against his stomach. Diego undressing is always a fucking beautiful sight and you cant help bust stare as your strip tease becomes more absentminded, your focus now being on your boyfriend’s body in the moonlight. 

“Like what you see?” of course, he always catches you when you stare.

“You know I do. Now, get on the bed however you'd like to do this,” Commanding, but gentle, letting him ease onto the bed on his hands and knees while you grab the lube from the nightstand and get on the bed next to him. 

“Now Diego, very serious, if it hurts or at any time you want to stop you tell me, okay? D, tonight is all about your pleasure but if you're not having fun I don't wanna do this.”

“It’s okay baby, no worrying.  You'll take good care of me I know,”his hand reaches up to cup your jaw, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting you go and nodding back to his ass. Funny. 

You cover your index and middle finger in lube, squeezing the bottle and making sure they're more than ready for him. Your dry hand drops the lube and spanks his ass, lightly, earning a chuckle from you both before your palm rests on his ass cheek. Your middle finger slides across his hole, covering it in lube before your index finger starts to push against him. Your finger slides in a lot easier than you expected but you might have lube to thank for it. A strangled whine crosses his lips at first, but dies into a hum as his mouth closes. 

“That's okay?”

“M-more,” nervous, unsure, but he's doing so well for you already. So you start to move, pumping the finger in and out, making sure that steady hum of pleasure as your finger thrusts stays. 

“Another? I wanna make sure you're comfortable when we go further,” the hand on his ass cheek reaches up to touch his face, gentle and reassuring, and he nods against your touch, fervent and ready for more. You pull your finger out entirely, then when you press back into him both fingers slide into him, fucking slowly, a snail’s pace.

His body clenches around your fingers naturally, squeezing the digits as you ease them in and out of him. 

“More?” you ask and he nods, so you oblige feeling the tension start to leave his back as you keep working him over picking up the pace. Your fingers start to move more easily, either from the lube or from him finally starting to relax, and you feel him start to arch into it as you start to scissor your fingers inside him. He moans, low and gravely, like he's holding back on you. So you start to scissor your fingers a little faster as you pump them in and out of him, coaxing him to moan a little louder. 

“Let me hear you, D. Moan for me,” and he obliges you moaning loudly as you continue. Diego is letting himself enjoy this which is all you could hope for. You fuck him with your fingers until he feels ready, when you kiss the base of his spine and he whispers ‘okay’ breathy and far away like hes already finished, before you still your fingers and your eyes search for the strap on waiting patiently on the nightstand.

“C-Can I put it on you baby?” he asks, incredibly gently, to which you nod. Diego is in control until he lets himself give it over to you. Your fingers slip out of him and you reach to grab the strap and harness before lying down on the bed. The second you hand it over to him, he’s picking up your ankles and threading them through the straps, then pulling it gently up your legs. He lifts your hips to secure it in place and kisses each opposite hips as he fastens it snugly, not too loose but comfortable. He kisses up your body, plants one on your lips, before he smiles, nods, and gets on his hands and knees on the bed next to you. You would have preferred to have him look at you, but if this is how he wants it, this is how he gets it. You hoist yourself up and position yourself behind him, once again covering your hand in lube before stroking languidly from base to tip of the dildo at your hips. You make sure to be generous, as it's wider than your fingers enough to hurt a little, but not so much so that it would be too much. The slippery dildo glides easily in your hand before you line it up, gently teasing his ass before you start to push in. Just like your fingers, you coax the tip, then a little more, pull out, then back in a little deeper. Working him open until you're buried inside him to the hilt, giving shallow slow thrusts to ease him into it.

“F-fucking give it to me,” a half moan, half stutter comes from below you, but not the stutter you have a fine tuned sense of hearing for. Not the nervous or upset or angry stutter when he got worked up. Not the stutter that revved you up to be a warrior goddess to fight for him or the one that had you rushing to his side for comfort and a confidence boost. This stutter was newly identified as one that went along with a full body shiver that you can almost see run down his back as he pushes himself back against the dildo, letting himself be fucked further. 

“You think you can take me, D?” fuck, he’s sexy. Who knows if you can even take this with how aroused me makes you. everything feels warm and flooding with the way he’s opening himself up for you. 

“All the way, baby,” he looks back and shoots you that cocky as fuck grin you love so much. Well, Diego gets what Diego wants, you think as you thrust your hips into him, pushing the dildo all the way until your hips are flush with his ass. The groan that leaves his lips is nothing less than sinful and no more than heavenly. It’s like music to your ears. You thrust again, earning the same groan again. As you rock into him, your hands naturally find purchase at his hips, pulling him back onto you in just the right way to make the harness grind into you in such a delicious way that has you whimpering as you go. Diego looks fucking handsome, the muscles and the scars on his back all moving with each thrust, almost glowing in the moonlight with the sheen of sweat. You bend down to kiss his spine, lick his sweat, as a hand leaves his hip and wraps around the base of his cock, squeezing.

“Fuck— fuck! oh-okay you do any more of that I’m done,” he gasps, “please keep fucking me, baby. I wanna come like that.”

Your hand releases his hard leaking cock as you straighten back up, Diego gets his wish. You begin fucking him in earnest, your hips ramming into his ass. part of you hopes it’s a little hard for him to sit come tomorrow like it usually is for you, but that it also makes him feel as loved as it does for you. He moans loudly as his arms buckle, letting his face fall into the pillows and he, muffled, cries out what sounds like your name but also the word ‘yes’. Fuck, it feels even better at this slightest change of angle, and fucking him also becomes rubbing yourself, humping against him to get yourself off as well. You’re gonna come undone soon, maybe before he does.

Lost in your own pleasure, the rush of your impending orgasm drowns out Diego’s moans and pleas, until his arm reaches back and his hand wraps around your wrist. Immediately you stop and search for his face, worried you’d hurt him or gone too far.

“Baby, baby fuck… You can take it easy. I just came. Best damn finish of my life, baby.” he’s breathless, face half smashed into the pillow and smiling stupidly back at you. he looks fucked out as you slowly glide the dildo out of his ass and give him one last kiss on his back for good measure. You shimmy your legs out of the harness and throw the dildo, not particularly caring where it falls so you can flop onto the bed next to Diego and curl up into his arms. 

“Thank you, baby,” Diego kisses the words into your shoulder as his arms wrap around you, “I just wish you could have came from that too. Youd probably look fuckin gorgeous.”

“Actually,” it dawns on you, “I almost did. That uh- haha- that strap rubbed me the right way if you know what I mean.”

“Oh shit, baby, you're probably all kinds of wired right now.” 

Understatement of the century, but you give him a little nod, sure if he reached down he’d feel you a mess.

“We can’t have that now,” he tuts, and rolls over, “Ride my face, baby, then we can go to sleep.”

You can't pass up on an offer like that.

[lahyene]

The Enemy.

Pairing: tony stark x villain!reader

Summary: Despite being on opposite sides of justice, you and Tony still manage to have a rather intimate relationship...

Themes: smut, swearing, sex, mentions of murder and gun violence

Word count: 997

You open the door to your modern style apartment only to be welcomed by Iron Man himself, though instead of wearing his high-tech suit, he’s in a dark hoodie with shades covering his brown eyes.

“Well, hello there, Tony.” You greet with a little smirk, gesturing for him to come inside. “What brings you here? Not trying to bring me to jail again, I hope.”

You have a rather high profile when it comes to the mafia world, and to say you had never committed a crime before would be a lie. Tony knows this. The Avengers know this. And yet they’ve had no way of catching you in action.

“’Fraid not, you cover your tracks too well, hellcat. For now, anyways. I’ll get ya one day.” He walks in, peeling out of the hoodie revealing a black wifebeater underneath. Your eyes drift over the outline of the electromagnet embedded in his chest, closing the door behind him. “However,” he continues, sitting right down on the couch and making himself comfortable, “I do have some questions for you about a certain accident tonight.”

“Oh? Well then, shoot.” You come over and sit down in the plush leather armchair, crossing your legs and looking at him expectantly.

“Well that’s exactly what happened.” Tony remarks with a lifted brow, eyeing you intensely. “A shooting. A murder, to be precise, of a certain someone who owes your boss a lot of money.”

“My boss?” you question innocently, tilting your head. “But that doesn’t make any sense, I’m unemployed.”

Tony rolls his eyes, but knows better than to push further. This was a weak attempt for information anyways, and both of you know it. Both of you also know why he’s really here. You and Tony have been fucking in secret ever since you first met, and no matter how many times you break the law, you know you’ll have him coming back to you again and again. 

“Did you do it?” he asks regardless, and you scoff.

“Even if I were involved in such barbaric events, I wouldn’t do the dirty work myself, Tony. Killing someone? How inhuman.” Truly, you did not kill this unfortunate soul he’s speaking of, but you do know who did. “Besides, since when are you a cop? Don’t you usually handle the, I don’t know, intergalactic, alien trouble, or whatever?”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see people in my city get hurt.” He says simply, but you can only smirk in response. Getting up, you stride over to him, standing right in front of him and leaning over.

“Alright, we get it,” you murmur, tilting your head. “Big, brave Tony Stark, defending his turf and being the hero New York City needs. Brava, brava.” You reach out and slowly take hold of his chin, making him grit his teeth slightly. “Now can we cut to the real reason you’re here, O Great Warrior?”

He looks into your eyes with his signature “over it” expression, muttering lowly, “You know, it’s really annoying that you always manage to be more sarcastic than me.”

With that, he grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you in for a rough kiss, using his other hand to hold your waist and pull you down onto his lap. You gasp in delight, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing back fiercely, already rolling your hips down against his. “I can read you like a fuckin’ book,” you mumble between kisses, fingers tugging at his brown hair, and he growls huskily.

“Books are too wordy. And I want less words coming from your mouth and more moans.” 

He stands up and scoops you up with him, pressing you up against the glass of your living room window, the streets of New York bustling below. “Wow.” You tease breathlessly as he starts to remove his pants, “Kinky. You want all of New York seeing me get fucked like the naughty little slut I am, hm?”

“Oh, you got that right.” He scoffs, quite literally tearing your shorts and panties off with both hands, keeping your body supported against the glass. 

“Tony! You owe me for tha-”

You can’t even finish your sentence, because he’s already thrusting up into you, a moan cutting off your words as you grip his shoulder blades and tilt your head back. “Oh...! Fuck!” you cry out as you roll your hips down, bouncing on him in the air as you hitch your legs higher up his waist. “Tony, that’s so fucking good!” 

He groans deeply as he continues fucking you up against the window, hands cupping and squeezing your ass roughly while he leans in to suck on your bouncing breasts. “Mm... mmn... you’re so goddamn tight...” he growls rather muffled, bucking his hips upward and moving his hands to your waist so he can push you down even further. “You know, if this is the only way to keep you out of trouble, I could come by everyday...”

You laugh breathlessly, biting your lip hard as you feel him deeper and deeper inside you, nails digging into his back. “I have... no idea what trouble you’re talking about, Tony... mm!” You gasp as he hitches one of your legs up even higher, his rough movements making your entire body rock against him. “Fuck!”

The two of you finally find your release, both of you breathless and panting as Tony finally sets you back down on shaky legs. You lean against the cool glass, your chest heaving up and down as you look up at him with a small smirk, nibbling on your lower lip. He starts to open his mouth, but you cut him off.

“Spare me the “this is the last time” bullshit, we both know it isn’t true.”

He blinks but only smirks in response, still breathing heavily.

“Actually, I was going to ask if you were up for a shower. Think we could both use a little cleaning up.”

[herstarburststories]

Make Me Yours

Day 4 of Kinktober: Body Ownership

Day 4 of Suptober: Branded

Pairing: Michael!Dean x reader

Summary: Michael wants you to be his.

A/N: I swear I'm not that pornography on daily basis I'm even more, but branding is very kinky here. I also strongly support you listening to False God while reading. @itsangelpie @deanmonandnegansbitch, this is the Michael one I was talking about xD

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, p in v, bit of power play, marking, brief fingering, grace

CATCH UP KINKTOBER & SUPTOBER

Michael enjoyed leaving a trace behind like any other powerful celestial.

Once, the loyal son convinced himself that it was because he wanted, not only humans, but his siblings, father, and any other being to know that he could be a savior like he was built to be. No matter what, he was a righteous warrior who would do anything his beloved father wanted him to. He was a perfect soldier, earning nothing but pride and all the head pats possible. 

At least, that was before. It was back when Michael thought that God truly loved him and that he had a bigger purpose than gaining adoration from his fragile humans to overthrow Lucifer — his little brother, the archangel that was thrown away like a rough draft. Now, Michael couldn't care less about living up to his goody two shoes reputation. He didn't care about his brothers and sisters either, much less the humans. The archangel wouldn't say that he hated them like Lucifer foolishly did. His brother was wrapped in a bubble of jealousy that was almost embarrassing. No, breakable things didn't deserve attention. Michael just didn't care about them or their little world. All of his heaven-made goals had melted into one thing to look forward to — getting Chuck back to kill him.

So what if he had to burn a couple of dimensions and their human inhabitants? That was just an unfortunate side effect of Chuck’s little creations being the only thing that could catch his attention.

Burn a book? Get the author’s fury.

Michael was more than satisfied with the idea of leaving a trace of calamitous fire behind. It was such a beautiful legacy that would put fear into the atmosphere of the universe, and Michael would be God. He would be better one — the evolved version of what he’d always been as an archangel.

The torn holes of vulnerability inside of him had only grown wider, gaping into an open wound when his father left him as though Michael were as useless as a broken toy. That wicked, selfish side said it was because he wanted everyone to know how terrible he can be — fear him so no one will ever be close enough to hurt him again. 

Terror had worked better than adoration for millenniums. 

The archangel is good with that. Unlike his father, Michael's ego is as big as the amount of blood in his hands, not the people on their knees or the number of démodé cathedrals to worship him in the name of a bible that he never wrote. He doesn't need humanity’s adoration.

You bit your bottom lip to contain a smile, glancing at him. Michael could read from your mind and erratic heartbeat that you were both excited and curious about what was going to happen. Yet, he didn't need to. He knew your body — that perfect body — very well by himself with no help of his powers.

Correction: he needs one human's worship.

As mentioned beforehand, powerful beings like to leave a trace behind for multiple reasons: marking their territory like a big dog, making a point to gain respect through terror, or boosting their self-confidence. 

“Get on all fours, little one.”

For the first time, Michael wanted to make someone a living reminder of him. He wanted to mark a human for being his: you.

You were obedient, quickly moving to the position that he had asked. You can hear Michael humming in satisfaction, moving in such a quiet way that you almost feel surprised when he placed his hand on your back.

Michael watched your body with care, his fingers dancing with tenderness on your skin. He used to believe that a vessel was everything a human body was worth. Sex was a foreign concept, nothing but an earthling’s attempt not to feel alone — if they weren't fighting, they were fucking. It got boring after the first few centuries.

And then, you happened.

“So marvelous, little one.” His words were laced with gruffness, startling a whimper out of you. “All of this…” He held your waist and pulled you back swiftly. You gasped, feeling his hardness against your ass. Michael didn't slide in, but he kept rubbing himself on you. “All of you…” One of his hands slid down your body, making way for his fingers to catch your sweet spot. You were so warm and wet: there was nothing on Heaven, Earth, or Hell as splendid your needy cunt. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“To you, Michael. I belong to you. Please.” You should be ashamed of begging so early, but how could you judge yourself? Michael's hard cock behind you, making your ass dirty with precum along with two fingers inside your pussy and his possessive words stewing inside your head — you were still just a human, after all. “I need you.”

It was blissful, to have someone he was enchanted by to worship him as the Sabaeans did to the stars.

“Patience is a virtue, little one.” The archangel wore a proud smirk, adding another finger into your wet mess. You groaned in response, pressing your hips to his pelvis in an obvious attempt for more.

Michael's cock welcomed the growing arousal, dropping more precum than before and twitching. It was difficult not to give himself any relief, but he had to teach you a lesson before taking you again. Religion came with strict rules.

He pulled away from you, grabbing your neck from behind only to push your head on the bed. Your cheek to the mattress made it was painfully easy for reality to sink in: the archangel’s fingers on your bare skin, his fingers that were inside you. There was something uniquely blasphemous about sinning like this.

“You take what I give you, and you're grateful for that. Understood?” He howled, tightening his hold on you. “I picked you.”

“Yes, master.” The two words fought to leave your mouth before ultimately escaping. You know you should be afraid, but your soul refuses to welcome any feeling other than excitement. Michael didn't even use his grace yet. He wouldn't hurt you: at least, not enough for you to suffer. Everything he did to your body was a blessing.

“Good.” He exhaled, letting go of your neck. The archangel had been way too patient, and you waited long enough. You dared turn your head to look at him, and Michael was divine. His gorgeous body was crouched with his knees on the bed while he patiently observed you. His length was large and rock hard against your leg. You just wanted to give him release. “Like what you see?”

You gulped, nodding furiously. The archangel chortled before he slid his cock inside you without any other warning.

You let out a shamefully loud scream. What else could you do? His cock was fucking its way inside you, cleansing your body with the prayer of being everything you could ever need or want: to feel holy, to feel full. Michael grunted, grabbing your hips to pull you closer, and you moved back and forth in sync with him. Soon, the bed was the one clamoring with noise. Both of you became hollow when you were like this — hungry, craving for something to fill up your empty pieces.

Michael was the right hand of God, the protector — whatever treasures he chose to deify would be eternal because he could make it happen. And for Heaven, he adored you.

His cock found your G-spot, and his grace flooded into your veins as if it was meant to be there. Your walls were tighter and tighter around him, and you couldn't wait to feel his load inside you, marking you from inside. There was a wash of glowing pleasure in your body. You had never felt so light before. This felt like the precipice of your glorified religion, and God, you could make a church out of this.

“That's it, my love.” Michael moaned, his eyes bright blue as he fucked himself into you. You bit the pillow to keep another scream down. He squeezed your waist. There was something burning in your bones with a painful pleasure as his hand glowed. He was branding you as his, writing his symbol all over your soul, bones, and heart. And you were enjoying every single ache of it. “Cum for me. I want to hear you coming for me.”

He may be a false god, but he certainly brought you to heaven.

Your lips parted into a moan as your juice came all over his pulsating cock, and Michael came inside you in a rush. Everything hurt as if he had rearranged your bones, but it was as comfortable as if they were all snapped back together in the right places. You fell on the bed out of exhaustion, wondering if you'd live to see another day. All of you seemed to be on fire, much more than the other times. Your pussy was pulsing, and you could smell him all over your skin. He had made your body his. You were his.

Michael pulled away from you, a lopsided grin on his lips as he glanced at his possession. The archangel laid down, pulling your tired body to him. You clung to Michael while trying to breathe properly. What had just happened?

“Wh — What was that?”

“I marked you, little one.” Michael gave you a devilish grin while his eyes shone a dazzling blue. He was the apocalypse of your soul, and you couldn't wait for the sweet destruction. “Now, everyone will know that you are mine. Your pussy, all your body, and your soul. You belong to me, Y/N.” He had everything now. The world and you. He was ethereal. “I'm your god now.”

You made an altar out of him, and you'd always be a loyalist to this love, no matter the sacrifices you'd have to do for this. 

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I was bored, so I decided to write down my NS.FW alphabet headcanons for LawLu. Thought I might as well share them here too and maybe you guys want to share some of your hcs too 🥺👉👈

Smut Alphabet, LawLu version:

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Law: Law knows how important aftercare is and he's prepared okay. He always has everything ready: snacks, fluffy blankets, soothing oils, some of his old clothes; everything. He can get pretty rough so it's important to shower Luffy in love and affection afterwards.

Luffy: He's a little shit, okay? He loves to get spoiled rotten. On most days he just demands cuddles and snacks but taking a relaxing bath with Law is one of his favourite things to do after sex.

Bodypart (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Law: He's pretty proud of his huge cock of course lmaoo but also his hands. What he loves most about Luffy is his face, as cheesy as that might be. And his butt. Luffy has a great butt.

Luffy: He's not insecure about his body so he basically likes everything about it. For Law: he loves his hands too, they always know exactly how to make him feel good. And the tattoos of course, especially the one on his chest.

Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Law: Oh boy, Law loves to make Luffy his cum dump! Cumming on Luffy's face or butt is a huge turn on for him. Filling him up (ass or mouth) - yes!!!

Luffy: He likes the taste of Law's cum, so swallowing it is a clear favorite. He likes to play with it too, he's all for scooping up his own cum to lick it off his fingers. That he drives Law crazy with this is a bonus.

Dirty secret 

Law: Yes, he did use his df to masturbate before. His first blowjob was him sucking himself off.

Luffy: Luffy? Keeping secrets? Nah.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Law: He has a ton of experience with both men and women. However, sex with feelings is a first for him so doing it with Luffy was quite overwhelming at first. He still gets a bit nervous from time to time but he's good at hiding it.

Luffy: No experience until he and Law started dating.

Favourite position

Law: Law loves taking his partners doggy style but with Luffy he really loves missionary and the intimacy of it.

Luffy: He enjoys most positions but oh man, that boy loves riding. Definitely his favorite.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Law: He's always been the serious type but Luffy showed him that being goofy during sex can be awesome. 

Luffy: Luffy loves being silly during sex. Lots of giggles. Especially enjoys when he can even get some giggles out of his boyfriend.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Law: Like with his facial hair, Law is well groomed down there too. Always trimmed and clean. He has armpit hair and hairy legs too.

Luffy: Hair? On his head, yes. Everywhere else? Nope, not a single hair grows on his rubber body. (Law secretly loves it)

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Law: He can be surprisingly romantic. It all depends on the mood he's in though. But even when he's being rough, he always makes sure to whisper into Luffy's ear how much he loves him. Loves kissing and caressing all of Luffy's scars.

Luffy: Luffy is not really the type for big romantic gestures but he can't deny that he loves it when they have gentle sex. The look of pure love and adoration on Law's face is one he'll never get tired of. He loves the passionate kisses!

Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Law: He doesn't masturbate that often to be honest. Doing it by himself just isn't the same. However, he does have his needs; especially when he hasn't seen his boyfriend in a while. Mostly it's just quick during his morning shower though.

Luffy: Before he and Law got together he never really experimented with playing with himself. Maybe he tried once or twice but it wasn't all too pleasurable for him.

After getting together with Law he does it from time to time when he's missing Law too much. He likes fingering himself, imagine it to be his boyfriend's long, tattooed fingers.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Law: Very kinky. Law loves all sorts of things. Bondage, sensation play, roleplay, choking, spanking - to only name a few. What he loves most though, is being dominant.

Luffy: He definitely has a praise kink. Luffy loves it when Law tells him that he's doing good, that he is a good boy...

Oh and he has an oral fixation.

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Law: He's not very picky and open to try different locations. If Luffy wants to fuck in public? Sure, why not. Though, as kinky as he might be - his favorite place to have sex is in a comfortable bed.

Luffy: His favorite place to have sex is whereever he gets horny. Seeing Law licking his fingers after eating onigiri in the kitchen? I'm sorry Sanji, just deal with it. Someone tried to flirt with Law on some random island? Better drag him to the nearest alley to suck him off. On top of the Sunny's figurehead? Yes, yes, yes!

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Law: Begging gets him going like nothing else. No really, he's a sucker for it. Also, big thanks to Nami and Robin for talking Luffy into wearing lingerie to surprise Law. His hot boyfriend wearing sexy underwear? Just for him? Best thing that ever happened to him.

Luffy: Sometimes just hearing Law's voice is all he needs to get horny, really. It's mostly just subtle things: seeing Law do that thing with his hands, or feeling Law's gaze on him. 

Law showing off his tattoos works every time too.

No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Law: Not many no-gos to be honest. Just nothing that would really hurt his partner. Being very possessive, threesomes are off limits with Luffy.

Luffy: Pretty much open for everything. Likes to try new things and if it doesn't feel good they can stop at any time. 

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Law: He loves both. Receiving because it feels fucking amazing, and Luffy is very good at it. And giving because he loves it when his partners enjoy themselves. Seeing Luffy coming undone from his tongue is the hottest shit ever! 

Law enjoys giving head as well as rimming, important is that Luffy is squirming underneath him. He has enough experience to know what he's doing too.

Luffy: Loves both too, giving maybe a bit more due to his oral fixation. He's a natural at giving head and his devil fruit definitely helps too. No gag reflex and can deep-throat easily. Very enthusiastic.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Law: Loves being rough but when in the right mood, Law can be very sensual.

Luffy: Fast pace is definitely a clear favorite. Enjoys slow too.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Law: Law likes to take his time, long foreplay and lots of teasing, so he's not really a big fan of quickies. Luffy is though, and Law sure as hell won't say no if Luffy is in the mood for a quick fuck.

Luffy: Yes. All the time.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Law: Yes.

Luffy: YES!

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Law: He might have some stamina issues with his DF, but definitely not in the bedroom. Seriously, he can last for hours without coming even once. Usually two rounds, but very long ones.

Luffy: Comes pretty fast but can get hard again immediately. Multiple times. Can go for 5 rounds at least, sometimes even more. Has even better Stamina than Law (RIP)

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Law: He has everything: dildos, plugs, ropes, handcuffs (normal and seastone), cock rings, blindfolds,...

Luffy: Luffy owns exactly one dildo - a gift from Law - and yes, it's an exact replica of Law's cock.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Law: King of teasing, no doubt. Loves to tease and could do it for hours.

Luffy: He says he hates it when Law teases him. It's a lie; he loves it.

He's good at teasing too but the thing is that he doesn't even realize that he's doing it.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Law: Not really loud, mostly soft moans and grunts. Tries to hold back his voice but when he's feeling very good he can't help but moan loudly. Loves dirty talk.

Luffy: One word: screamer. He's very vocal and blunt about how good Law makes him feel.

Wild card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Law: He loves making good use of both their devil fruits! Stuffing Luffy full with his cock and a dildo? Hell yeah! Or even better: cut off Luffy's dick and use it as a dildo! He gets very creative with it…

Luffy: Loves when Law calls him names. From Baby to slut, it just drives him crazy. 

A sucker for kissing!

X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Law: Huge cock. Sorry not sorry, no one can change my mind about this. Big dick Law is real.

Luffy: Average size. 

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Law: His sex drive is pretty average, he can do without it just fine for a long period of time. But he really loves sex and his boyfriend is young and hot so he they have sex fairly often.

Luffy: Law created a monster. Luffy wants to have sex all the time and with his insane stamina, Law has a hard time keeping up with him...

Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Law: He likes to take a nap after sex. It's when he's most relaxed and his body finally allows him to fall asleep for a few hours. Being satisfied and falling asleep with the love of his life in his arms - that got to be one of the best things in the world to Law.

Luffy: Sleep? No, no. First a snack and then he still has energy for another two or three rounds… but sadly Law is already softly snoring; might as well snuggle up to him and close his eyes for a few minutes. Listening to Law's steady heartbeat is what lulls him to sleep eventually.

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Pretty Lover

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader (no y/n)

Warnings: swearing, bdsm dynamic, male feminization, Dom/sub, male penetration, food play, fluff, SMUT 

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I finally finished writing this after, what? A few months? I’m sorry, I SUCK at keeping up with writing and I’m trying to do better. Please enjoy this and let me know if you wanted to be tagged or untagged. Part two of Good Boy Xxxx

Part one here:

Maxwell went home earlier than you did that night. You had a few things to catch up on in the office. Plus, you wanted to keep him anticipating what the night would hold. He had his instructions - set the table, have dinner ready (though the chef would take care of that), and be kneeling in front of the door with his leash and collar in hand when you got home. Naked. You couldn’t wait.

Finishing up paperwork with a sigh, you stretch and check your watch. Quarter to six. You shove from your desk, slipping your heels on as you call the limo driver.

“Richard, I’m done.”

“I’ll be waiting outside for you, Mrs. Lord.”

‘Mrs. Lord.’ The title bounced around in your head as you walked to the elevator. You and Maxwell were an item, yes. But he had never mentioned marriage, or even hinted at it. You didn’t mind; he was Maxwell Lord, known for hustling and charming as many women as he could. Marriage wasn’t exactly something you thought of a lot, either. Sure, it would be nice to call Maxwell your husband. In fact, the thought had your cheeks warm. But, until he brought it up, you wouldn’t say anything. You didn’t want to scare him away with one of the most vanilla things in the world. That wasn’t his style; he was kinky more than anything.

Richard was holding the door open for you when you stepped outside, gaze focused on the ground. You slid into the car, resting your head back as you blow out a breath. It had been a long day (your sexcapade aside) and all you wanted to do was curl up with Maxwell. Then, you remembered he was wearing a cock ring. He was probably waiting for you at the door now, cock hard and dripping as his knees hurt from the hardwood floor. The thought made heat race through your belly, warm and not so subtle. Biting your lip, you pull your phone out to send him a message.

‘My pet better be ready for me.’

It took exactly a minute to receive an answer. It was a picture of him on his knees, mouth hanging with drool running down his chin. You could see he was shirtless. Another picture followed. This was of his hard cock looking so pretty in the pink cock ring. Your thighs clenched, pussy tingling with arousal.

‘Be home in five. I can’t wait to see how well you’re sitting for me, pet.’ 

You didn’t receive an answer back, but it just excited you more. You couldn’t stop thinking of all the things you wanted to do tonight.

Exactly five minutes like you said, you arrived home. Richard parked the car, then exited to open the door for you. You thanked him over your shoulder, too eager to get inside. Luckily, the door had been left unlocked for you. When you stepped in, your bag and jaw dropped.

There sat your boyfriend, looking so pretty and delicious. He was still wearing the pink cock ring like the good boy he was. The leash and collar were also on. But what really caught your eye was something you hadn’t seen before, especially not on him - lingerie. He was wearing a gray bra and panties with pink flowers and white lace, along with a garter belt attached to gray stockings. He also had on a pair of black heels. A smirk curled along his lips as he watched your expression. He sat up straighter, holding his leash out with a glimmer of glee in his eyes.

“Welcome home, Mistress.”

“Wow, darling. Did you have this planned for a while?” you ask, finally managing to walk towards him. You circled him, eyeing up every angle.

“It was rather spontaneous. I bought all this after our session in the office.” He stuck his ass out as you walked around him, a purr in his voice. “Dinner is ready, if you are hungry, Mistress.”

You gather yourself, picking up your bag. “Yes, pet, I am. Put my things away, will you?”

Maxwell crawled over to you, leaning down to press a kiss to both of your feet. He peered up, lashes framing the dark look growing in his pupils. Arousal licked at your insides, spreading along your spine and tingling down your fingertips. He stood, taking your bag and heading to the dining room. You followed, admiring the way his ass looked in the panties and the way the heels made it looks more defined. You bit your lip, thinking you two will have to invest in more lingerie for him, along with heels. You didn’t understand why seeing him dressed like that got you all hot and bothered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain. You even noted he walked pretty fucking well in those heels.

Dinner was laid out with candles and rose petals. You laugh, picking up a petal. “How cliché.’

“You love the cliché.” 

“Mmm, I beg to differ.” You stalk up to him, looping a finger through his collar to bring his face to yours. He blushed, lip caught between his teeth. “You dressing like this isn’t very cliché, is it?”

He shook his head, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You let go, sliding away to sit down. He quickly joined, the two of you eating dinner in silence. He had the chef prepare you a steak, potatoes and green beans just the way you liked it. Not a super fancy dinner but something that would give you energy for the night ahead. You ate slowly, making sure Maxwell was watching the way your lips wrapped around the fork, the way your tongue licked it clean. His eyes followed every little move you made.

After about half an hour of eating in silence, he cleared his throat. “May I be excused, Mistress?”

“You may.”

You offered your plate to Maxwell and he took it, scurrying off to the kitchen. When he returned, he was carrying a small box and a can of whipped cream. You cock an eyebrow, watching as he came closer with a small smirk on his cute lips. The box contained chocolate covered strawberries. A favorite treat of yours.

“Shall we have dessert in the bedroom?” Maxwell asked, extending a hand to you.

You smile, reaching for his head. The two of you walk to your bedroom, giggling from the excitement you were feeling. Max let you step into the room first, letting you see the various toys laid on the bed, plus more candles and rose petals. It made your heart flutter, a blush warming your face. You turn to your boyfriend. He was smiling, holding out the box of strawberries.

“Oh, Maxwell. What is all this for?”

“For knowing what I always need. For being my partner, my employee, my best friend and my Mistress. I figured after you treated me this morning, it’s only fair I treat you as well.”

“You always treat me, my love.”

You reach out to him, inviting him into your embrace. He nuzzles a cheek on your palm. You open the box, plucking a nicely covered berry and pressing it to his lips. He opens his mouth, eyes fluttering and a soft moan leaving his lips as he bit down. You took the can of whipped cream from his hands, shaking it before pouring some in your mouth. You press your lips to his, and he licked into your mouth, trying to get every last hint of cream, hands gripping the fabric covering your hips. He was whining, pawing at the clothes you wore. It burnt you up to realize he was practically naked, only wearing lingerie while you were fully clothed.

You break the kiss, moving hair out of his eyes. “Kneel.”

He fell instantly, so hard and fast you were sure his knees would be bruised by morning. You observed him, taking another berry out and eating it. His eyes never left you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you slowly eat the treat, pondering what to do with your boyfriend. You look at the toys laid out when one in particular caught your eye. An almost evil smirk crossed your lips. Finishing eating, you stand and begin putting away toys you won’t need.

Maxwell watched, patiently sitting on his haunches with his hands clasped. When you were finished, all that was left on the bed was a bottle of lube, a Hitachi vibrator and a strap-on. The strap-on was a pretty light blue, 5 inches long and 2 inches thick. One of Maxwell’s favorites. His body began to go pink with excitement, starting at his neck and continuing down to his belly. His cock was twitching in the panties, aching from the pressure of the ring.

“Come here, Max.”

He crawled as quickly as he could to you. You invited him up onto the bed, reaching to stroke his cock. He shuddered, shoulders slumping as he practically curled in on himself. You took pride in how well he was handling the touch.

“Is it okay if I use the strap on you tonight?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he begged.

“Alright, love. Get comfortable.”

Maxwell scooted to lay back against the pillows. You took one of the many pillows you had and placed it under his lower back to elevate his ass. He spread his legs for you, and goddamn, you could have started drooling from how good he looked. On his back, dressed in such a gorgeous set of lingerie, heels on his feet, legs spread, cock hard and poking through the panties. You wanted to take a picture. Or never wanted the moment to end.

You start kissing at his left ankle, following up his leg until you get to his cock. Then you switch to the other leg, at the ankle. He groans, hips thrusting up as you come back near his cock. Instead of paying attention to it, you keep kissing up his belly, sucking at his nipples and leaving a bruise on his collarbone. You reach his lips, hovering just far away enough he couldn’t kiss you. He knew better to try, anyway. Your tongue flicks out to lick his lips, moving over to kiss his cheek, up to his ear. You do this to the other side of his face as well. His eyes are scrunched up in frustration until you kiss him properly.

He’s Jell-O under your touch, limp and compliant. You began palming his cock, going back to suck his nipples when he whines.

“Mistress, please,” he cries.

“Please what, pet?”

“Please just fuck me already!”

You tut, pinching the nipple you were sucking on. “How impatient, dear. I’ve barely touched you.”

His face falls. “I just want to feel your cock in me.”

A scintillas of heat pooled in your pussy, catching you off guard. The words that came out of his mouth made your body tingle, your clit throbbing and heart pounding. But, you weren’t going to let him get to you that easily.

“Oh, Maxwell. You really thought all this nice decorating and flattering would get me to fuck you that quick, huh?”

You reach for the Hitachi, flicking it to the highest setting before placing it on his covered cock. He whimpered loudly, hips rising in the air to the meet the vibrations. He thrashed about until you moved it away, giving him a disappointing look.

“Can you stay still for me, Maxie? I want to see how good you can be for me.”

With a whine, he nodded. His bottom lip was caught tight between his front teeth, hair messy and a gorgeous blush on his cheeks. A wicked smile formed on your lips as you pressed the vibrator back onto him, relishing in the way he fought to keep himself still. You kept edging him until you knew he couldn’t take it anymore, until you could tell he was right at the edge of climax. Turning it off and putting it aside, you crawled up to kiss him. He turned to you with such a hunger, it knocked the air out of your lungs.

“You did so good for me, Maxie. I’m proud of you for not cumming.”

He beamed, looking so stress free and beautiful. You pet his hair as you press kisses along his face and neck, waiting for him to calm down.

“I’m ready, Mistress,” he said in a soft voice.

“Are you sure, pet?”

“Yes. Please fuck me.” The request dripped with arousal and to prove his point, he held his legs open wide.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you sit up and pull his panties to the side. You pour the lube over his hole, then your own fingers. You start slowly, one finger even though he was baring down for more.

“Please, please, Mistress! More!”

“Shh, shh,” you hush, putting a second in him. You work him up to four fingers and continue with those four for a few more moments. When you feel he is properly prepared, you slide your fingers out, which makes him groan at the empty feeling and wiggle his ass. You stand up, shedding your clothes as fast as you could. You didn’t care about teasing him with stripping slowly, you just wanted to make him squirm under you as soon as possible.

Once stripped down to only your underwear, you fiddle with the harness and strap-on, watching Maxwell’s reactions. He was watching you with bright lust in his eyes, the submission taking a backseat as he admired you. You admired back, waddling up the bed on your knees once you have the harness adjusted.

You soothe your hands down the back of his thighs, taking one hand to hold the strap-on. “Are you ready for me, pet?”

“Yes!” he cried, thrusting his hips down towards the plastic cock.

You laugh, pressing his left thigh to his tummy as you begin pushing into him. You push and push until your hips meet his. You both moan as you bottom out, just sitting there as you watch his face, searching for signs of discomfort or pain. Instead, he took a deep breath, met your gaze with a cheeky grin and pushed his hips down. You smirked, retaliating with a hard thrust back. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

You let his legs fall to wrap around your waist as you place your hands by his head, leaning down to kiss him. You thrust as hard as you could manage, making him let out the most delicious noises against your mouth. He tried his damn hardest to kiss you back with an open mouth. Each thrust you gave made a moan or groan punch out of his lungs. It was the most beautiful song you’d ever head.

“Harder, please, harder!” he begged, hands going down to grip your ass.

You press your hips against him and make rough thrusting movements. It seemed to satisfy him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open mid moan.

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself. You loved to see him in the throes of pleasure, and this had to be the most satisfying session of sex you’ve had yet. The strap-on was pressing on your clit in the best way, making you move to chase the pleasure you were feeling.

“Mistress, may I cum? Pl-ease!”

You watch Maxwell’s desperate face, pumping your hips harder. He had tears in his eyes from holding back, lips red and pump, face pink. You wanted him to always look like this.

“Yes. Cum for me, love.”

With a final thrust, Maxwell was cumming all over his stomach and panties. He was crushing your biceps in a tight grip, head thrown back as he let out the loudest shout of your name. You kept humping against him, chasing your own climax but the overwhelmed whimpers from Maxwell made you stop. You slowly pulled out of him, pressing kisses to his face. He seemed to be far gone at the moment, not registering your presence. You press one last kiss to his forehead before getting up.

Tossing the dildo in the sink for later clean up, you run a washcloth under warm water, then walk back to your boyfriend. He was still semi-out of it, eyes post-climax cloudy and glossy. You wiped his cum off of his stomach, folded the washcloth and then wiped the lube off him. He twitched, still so sensitive. You pull the panties off and unhook the bra. Taking his shoes, garter belt and stocking off, you sat the outfit in a pile next to your toybox. As you’re taking the harness off yourself, you notice out of the corner of your eyes that Maxwell was moving to watch you.

“Oh, hello! You’re back.”

He nodded, then made grabby hands in your direction. You slid up next to him, resting his head on your chest. He clung to you, snuggling his face into the base of your neck. He mumbled something into your skin.

“What was that?”

“I said, did you cum?”

“No. But that’s okay, you can make it up to me later.”

You hold him until he fully comes back to reality and gathers the strength to sit up. He holds a hand up your cheek, caressing your face. “Care to join me in the shower?”

“Of course, babe.”

The two of you head to the bathroom, hands intertwined. After you turned the shower on, Maxwell grabbed your face. He pressed his lips to yours softly, thumbs running over your cheeks. You smile into the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair.

“What was that for you?” you whisper as you part from his mouth.

“I can’t kiss my lovely girlfriend?” He rolled his eyes as you giggled. “Just a thank you. You took good care of me tonight.”

“That’s my job, Maxie.” You look him in the eyes, pushing hair aside. “I love you.”

A smile lit up his face. “I love you, too.”

And while you were distracted with the declaration of love, he opened the shower curtain and splashed water on you. You squeal, trying to glare at him. 

“Cold?” he laughs.

You roll your eyes, laughing yourself. “No, goofball. It’s perfect, lets go.”

You two shower, enjoying the intimacy of showering together. You could tell he loosened up from this morning and you silently patted yourself on the back. After the nice relaxing shower, you lay curled up in his arms. He was already snoring, damp hair sprawled on his pillow. You press one last kiss to his lips before snuggling up to sleep. 

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