#spicy🌶

[inabluedr3am]

almost shouldn’t be free 🫣

[tastelikechili]

EXCUSE ME, SIR???

[widowbitessting]

Hair pulling

-💭

💋Sugar Mommies Spicy Hour - A One Off Drabble🌶💋 18+ Only. Minors shoo. 18+ Only. Minors shoo.

Screw it you all deserve something.

All.

Three.

Of.

Them.

Including Baby.

There is just something so..primal...that each of the Trio! (and Baby) just adore about it.

Natasha, Carol and Wanda adore to be the ones pulling and yanking their darling's hair - be it in the bedroom (or anywhere they have you) during sex or at random parts throughout the day...just to cause a reaction...the sweet gasp…

Natasha loves to have you bent on all fours before her, strap burrowed into your tight pussy as she pounds into you - hands clenched into tight fists in your hair for leverage.

Carol loves to yank your head back, when she's spanking your ass red after being a brat for the better part of her day off work. Your body over her lap, ass adorned in expensive underwear, ass cheek adorned red from her hand. Your hair a mess around her fingers.

Wanda loves both, for obvious reasons. She loves that you're her first submissive that trusts her enough to explore her more dominant side; and one of her firm favourites is hair pulling. Now don't get me wrong - Wanda loves to pull your hair when she's fucking you or discipling you - but her favourite way is teasing. She sits you down for a film night, just the two of you; all cosy under a blanket with snacks and wine (and water) on the coffee table, a film of her choosing playing on the screen before you when suddenly, things in the film get a little more...steamy. And this is when her interest falls to you...watching you intently as you take in what's happening...the moans and the way a hand curls around someone's throat...you're mesmerised and unable to look away; even as your cheeks blush a lovely colour of red and your teeth sink their way into your bottom lip. When someone has their ponytail yanked, you all but stop breathing, and this is what makes Wanda smile. She twirls her hair casually, moving her other hand to rest on your lap which causes you to jerk. After a quick and meek apology, you find it hard to go back into the trance of the film. Wanda would wait though, until things cool down enough for you to let your guard down before her hand slips up into your hair and she pulls you close to her, grinning a toothy smile when you let out a incomprehensible stream of words as the shock overcomes you. "Enjoying the film, pet?"

But Wanda also loves to have her hair grabbed too...loves it when Natasha man handles her so roughly with only one hand in her hair and exposes her neck, just for the red head's teeth to sink into and mark it up. Or when Carol snatches her ponytail when she saunters past and slams her into the wall, whispering dirty secrets in Wanda’s ear. Wanda adores it, but she loves pulling your hair too.

Baby loves to have her hair pulled. It really isn’t a secret by the point. A small tug here; a painful yank there. She. Loves. It. But she also likes to pull hair. To get a reaction from her beloved girlfriends. Wanda is always 50/50; either a delayed reaction with fluttering eyes before she pounces or straight up trouble the second Baby tries. Carol will often goad Baby into trying to grab her hair, taunting her until her precious little sub snaps. And when she does? Oh Carol enjoys reminding her who is in charge. Now Natasha, Baby has only ever tried to pull her hair once. The second her fingers gave the slightest tug in the silky red locks, Natasha’s hand is on her wrist and she glowers at Baby; watching as the panic fills her eyes. Natasha’s fingers latch into your hair (or maybe around your neck, seeing as you pissed her off enough) before growling out; “You’re gonna regret that.”

[themoonisreal]

It took FOREVER but part 7 of my 'Divorced Dads' radioapple series is finisssshhhheeeeddd!

Life has been A LOT lately. But I'm really happy that today I was able to finish this next fic, "Perfect Oscillation". I'm still a bit unsure about writing/posting intimate scenes (and this entire fic is pretty much that 😅) but we'll see how it goes.

Summary:

After the utter failure of their previous attempt at sexual intimacy, Alastor and Lucifer must navigate the growing tension between them.

Upon reflection, Alastor realized there was something enthralling and highly addictive about having power over Lucifer in an intimate way—he had been enraptured by the obscene sounds he managed to pull out of the fallen angel during their previous encounter. After considering Rosie’s suggestion to ‘try again’, Alastor approached Lucifer with a proposal: he would help Lucifer out with his growing sexual tension, but would only touch him with his shadow manifestations.

Lucifer, who was extremely worked up from long days of titillation, had quickly agreed.

And thus the push and pull of opposite forces began.

Other fics in the ‘Divorced Dads’ series:

Oh, Holy Light

Affliction of the Heart

Partners in Thyme

Lucifer's Lonely Hearts Club - Members : 1

Madness

Panic

@themoonisreal on AO3

[sir-kuroo]

|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ |

𝘽𝙊𝙆𝙐𝙏𝙊

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

@ochakourarakah :: would stroke his cock in the pace you ride his beefy thigh; that's it, baby. keep on going! keep on going! you're the best...you're...hahh...the fucking best...hnghh— kisses you as you both cum together

PLEASE ME - CARDI B FT. BRUNO MARS

Please me, baby. Turn around and just tease me, baby. You got what I want and what I need, baby.

Come on, back it up for me. Ooh, twerk it on me slowly. Come on, girl, let me put this lovin' on you.

18+ ASK GAME :: SONG MATCHUP

[freakyquill]

*Kate and Yelena at the Barton's farm for Christmas*

*Clint walks by the game room late one night and freezes*

Kate: Oh my God, Yelena! YES! Go faster!!

Yelena: I'm trying my best Kate Bishop! Now shush and let me work!

Clint, turning off his hearing aid: It's just a nightmare. Keep walking.

*The next day over breakfast*

Kate: I still can't believe what you did last night! Your fingers are like machines!

Yelena, smirking: It just takes a little practice, Kate Bishop.

Clint, coughing: Uhm, girls... About that... Maybe you should keep it down yeah? You know with the kids..

Kate, frowning: What do you mean Clint? Lila showed us all the tricks yesterday!

Clint, chocking on his coffee: WHAT?!

Kate: Yeah, Guitar Hero! Lila's a pro!

Clint: You were playing a GAME?!

Yelena, laughing: You thought we were having sex?!?! Oh, Barton, you're so funny! Believe me, you'd have heard Kate even with your aid off if we were.

Kate: YELENA!

[gallawitchxx]

A.U.gust 2023 | DAY THREE - Body Swap

thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳

“Damn! So this is what it feels like to have a fuckin’ bratwurst swingin’ around down there?” Mickey proudly shakes Ian’s hips. 

Ian could explode. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now? Really?”

A cocked ginger brow. “You oughta be thinkin’ ‘bout it too.” A bite of a freckled lip. “On account ‘a you bein’ me.”

That’s interesting.

Ian—Mickey—focuses his frayed attention on that spot deep inside him. The one that likes it good and hard. A wave of want crashes through him.

“Alright, tough guy,” he drawls. “You wanna chit chat or you wanna get on me?”

[newtonsheffield]

If you can excuse my vitriol, I would like to humble myself before you and request a Lavender Haze Spicy Sunday 🌶

Sooooooo when is spicy sunday happening mollyyyyyyyyy!! I need some viscount daddy in my life

Ahh alright, let's give him a chance.

If Kate thought about it, she could only remember waking before Anthony once in their entire relationship. It was the first morning she'd woken in his bed and panic had flickered in her chest as she'd looked at his watch on his wrist.

"Oh fuck!" She'd crawled out from under his sleeping form, covering her like a blanket, casting around for her clothes before she snatched up Anthony's shirt off the ground instead.

"Is everything okay?"

Kate nodded, leaning down to kiss him quickly, "I just- I have a client in an hour and I have to go home and let Newton out and I can't really go to work in that dress, so-" She cut herself off. "I had a really nice time but I'll see you at your next appointment."

Anthony's hand caught her wrist as she turned to leave, "I don't want to wait for that."

She'd chuckled, tapping him on the end of the nose, "Okay, well, you can call me like a respectable gentleman."

Anthony left out a playful growl, grinning up at her. "Come back here when you finish work."

Kate felt her eyebrows shoot up, "I have Newton."

"And I have plenty of space for a dog. Come back here, I'll make you dinner, I'll make you breakfast. Stay with me."

His eyes were so wide, so earnest, so different from how they'd been last night when his hands had roamed over her and his teeth left bruises on her neck. And she wanted what he was offering her.

"Yeah, okay." Her teeth bit into her lips as he grinned, holding her hand in his for a moment longer before he let it go, sliding his watch off his wrist and fastening it around her own.

"Now you have to come back."

"You're stupid." She'd chuckled before she bent again, ruffling his hair.

"You seduced this stupid man."

"You're damn right I did."

She'd gone to work with Anthony's shirt on, and jeans she'd tugged from the back of her wardrobe. She'd ignored Sophie little sigh Oh, hello pot, it's kettle calling. She'd gone about her day, ignoring the fact that her client said, You've got lipstick on your collar, remembering how warm and peaceful it had felt with Anthony's arms around her, and her muscles aching a little deliciously even as she left, and then she'd had to stop dead at the door of her flat, Newton straining on his leash and harness, desperate to get wherever he was going.

"Hey, are you close?"

Kate blinked at the sound of Anthony's voice, "I'd like to be. Only I've just realised I have no fucking idea where you live."

His laughter had burst through the phone and somehow that had felt just as warm.

They lived together, in that house now. Hell, she'd practically moved in with him that first weekend until he burst through the door of her shop and slapped a key down on the desk. Move in with me! And Anthony always woke first. Whether it was to make breakfast, or because his workday started hours before hers did. She always felt him stirring behind her and sometimes, when she did wake early, she pretended to be asleep.

Anthony's arms were always warm around her as he stirred, and his lips brushed her cheek before he tucked her hair neatly back behind her ear. His footsteps were light when he made his way downstairs and she heard him in the kitchen, and still she didn't stir when he dropped a mug of coffee on the nightstand followed by a plate of breakfast. And his voice was warm and rough when he kissed her on the forehead Love you, Katie.

It had nearly brought tears to her eyes the first time it had happened, it still did as he slipped into the shower now and steam filled the air around them.

He slipped out of the bathroom with a towel tied low around his hips, water still dripping down her chest and she sighed at the way her stomach still dropped at the sight of him. He had more ink now, curling around his chest, laid in by her own hand, including the one just over his heart, a black diamond ring with the words Lady Kate written underneath and the sight of it on his pale skin made something smug and satisfied flicker in her chest.

Anthony picked his way into the wardrobe, carefully assessing his suits, smoothing back his hair, his chest rippling.

"Grey suit today."

Kate's voice was rough from sleep and Anthony didn't startle but she saw his lips curve in a smirk as he took out a dark grey suit, holding it up against himself. "Is this to your satisfaction?"

"With the navy shirt." Kate sighed, "Navy tie as well."

Anthony raised his eyebrow, holding it up against himself, "Yes?"

Kate narrowed her eyes, pretending to think, "I might have made a mistake."

"Did you?"

"Yeah I think you'll look better with nothing on at all."

She saw Anthony's eyes darken, and the muscle at the corner of his jaw clench and his voice was rough again when he spoke, "That was smooth."

Kate tossed her hair, pulling back the covers delighting a little in the way he bit back a groan at the sight of her, and his eyes darkened again. "Are you going to do something about it?"

Anthony walked forward until he was right in front of her, his broad chest looming over her. "Spread your legs, Sweetheart."

Kate didn't even bother to bite back the whine that escaped her and she felt her legs fall open for him, aching already and he hadn't even touched her yet. Anthony's smile was a dangerous thing as placed his knee on the mattress right at the apex of her thighs. He let out a gruff noise at the feel of her against his skin and tilted her chin until her eyes were staring directly into his. He took her hand slowly, the one with his ring on it and curved her fingers around the towel.

She tugged and the soft fabric came free under her hands while his hands tilted her hips up until they were grinding against his knee.

He was so warm, Anthony was always so warm. From the way he treated people right down to the fact his body always seemed like a furnace and she felt his heat now, flickering to life in her. A moan fell from her lips already as she slid against his skin, still damp from the shower.

Anthony leaned over her until their chest were flush together and she felt the friction of their bodies every time she moved. His voice was rough and his tongue marked her skin when he spoke, "Be a good girl for me. Come for me just like this."

Kate could feel her fingernails biting into his shoulders, tugging him closer as the heat built and built and she could feel release just on the other side, desperate to increase the pace and she let out a frustrated whine as he shook his head and his hands kept the pace steady.

"Anthony, please."

He shook his head again before he ducked it moving his knee to rest more firmly against her. "I said no Kate. Like this."

His lips started trailing slowly down her neck, down her collarbone, down her chest, his teeth nipped her skin softly and his tongue laved over her and she was almost-

"Come, Kate."

His firm voice pushed her over the edge with a sharp cry as the air left her lungs and she gripped him tighter but Anthony didn't let her fall all the way back down.

He spread her legs wider with a devilish smile, sent straight from hell to ruin her, and his knee disappeared and her hands pulled his hips closer, hers rocking against them. She saw his throat bob and a muffled curse left his lips at the feel of her.

Oh Fuck, Kate.

At the first thrust of his hips Kate was lost to it. Anthony;s eyes rolled back in his head and his hair fell over his forehead and the headboard hit lightly against the wall and she couldn't take her eyes off him. There wasn't anything in the entire world but him, but them and the rhythm their bodies made. Anthony's muscles strained as he kept himself suspended above her and one hand fell to her chest as though he was desperate to feel more of her.

I love you, fuck I love you, Kate

There was no way she could doubt it, not with the way he focused on her, not with the way he made her feel and the way his lips brushed hers and his hips sent her soaring forward. Kate could feel her shoulders heaving as she fought for breath and the sheets burned against her skin with the friction of their bodies and his name fell from her lips again and again and again until she couldn't breathe at all. Until there was nothing but their gasps and moans bouncing off the walls and the rhythmic snap of the headboard, fast fast slow slow.

And suddenly there was nothing she could do to stop herself from falling again. She let out a sharp cry and Anthony's hips snapped out of rhythm with a sharp shout of her name and he shuddered against her.

"You have to go to work." Kate groaned after several minutes, her hands running through his hair gently as he lay against her chest.

Anthony groaned, unable to lift his head. "I can't."

"You were literally just about to."

"I don't have anything important on today." He scoffed, "I think I should just go to work with you and we count how many times we can sneak away without Sophie noticing."

"Fine," Kate laughed, "But if she gives you another you and your sex addiction pamphlet I'm on her side."

[silvercrane14]

OH WAIT YOU SENT ME ASKS. one moment

OK I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAD AT ME KSVSVSJSJ

[thereaderinsertlady]

a request is for the 'Quest-Tober 'event! can I get a Gaster (undertale) x Male reader NSFW? (Fluff is fine too!) no specific prompt apart from Gaster using his ability to summon multiple hands

Ended up going with a NSFW/Fluff mix :3. Also, I wrote this with male anatomy in mind, buuut ended up making it to where the reader can be any gender lmao. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

W.D. Gaster x Reader - Maybe. Maybe Not. (Semi-NSFW)

There has been so much sexual tension between you and the lead scientist of Monster’s Discoveries– or, the company that’s known as MD for short. It was a very… on the nose name, but that’s what happens when the King of Monsters starts naming things. 

Monsters have been above ground for nearly twenty years, though the lead scientist only showed up on year ten, only making him more mysterious and sexy. Why didn’t he come out with the rest of the monsters? What made him different?

Rumors circulated about the scientist being a confidant of the King, entrusted with secrets and knowledge that set him apart from the other monsters. Some even speculated that he possessed a special ability or insight that made him distinct within the monster community… but that was just from what you’ve heard. You weren’t sure if any of that was true.

You rubbed at your eyes with a sigh, the coffee pot making a bubbly noise as the water boiled. It was a bit late at night in the break room… well, a bit late was an understatement. It was about an hour before the sun would come up again.

The break room was bathed in a soft, fluorescent glow, casting long shadows on the worn linoleum floor. The hum of the electronics in the building provided a soothing backdrop to your thoughts… though, there was a distinct lack of cameras in the breakroom. Last week, you had your sandwich stolen, but alas, nobody from the security department could figure it out.

After a while, you went over and settled into one of the plastic chairs, staring at the floor. The tension between you and the lead scientist had been palpable since the day he arrived. His presence seemed to loom over every interaction, leaving you with a sense of anticipation… though, nothing seemed to come out of any of the conversations, leaving you wanting.

As you sat in the break room, lost in your own mind, the door creaked open, causing you to startle. In walked a figure, tall and imposing, with an air of calculated confidence. It was none other than the lead scientist himself, W.D. Gaster.

He had an aura of enigma about him, his features sharp and his gaze piercing. His attire was always immaculate, a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings of the break room. Gaster's presence seemed to command attention, and the room seemed to grow even quieter as he entered.

"Good morning," he greeted, his voice low and measured, though there was an underlying intensity to it. He moved with a deliberate grace, heading towards the medium sized fridge in the corner of the room.

“Um.” You cleared your throat before politely responding. “Good morning Doctor Gaster. Busy night?”

Even though shifts almost always end at five thirty pm, you, him, and a few others usually spend the night getting things done. Overtime pays well, so it was hard not to spend the night.

“Busy as always.”

For a moment, there was a palpable tension in the air, as if the room itself held its breath in Gaster's presence. It was clear that he was aware of the effect he had on those around him.

“Neeeeed… any help with anything?” You asked, trying not to stare at his bony ass. It was a little hard to– with his lab coat and everything, but you still couldn’t help but look intensely irregardless.

“Do you think I need assistance?” To others his words might’ve seemed cold, but you knew he was fucking with you. “Do you think of me as some incompetent soul?”

“Maybe.” You smirked. “Maybe I do, just a little bit.”

Gaster's response was a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the room, taking out a tupperware before shutting the fridge. He went over to the microwave– a poor, beaten up appliance– before putting it in and setting it to run for a few minutes.

He went over and sat in the chair next to you, releasing a deep groan that made you want to immediately suck whatever body part he had between his legs.

You cleared your throat. "How are things going with the latest project?"

"It's been tiresome," he murmured, before proceeding to go into a lengthy explanation about what he has been doing for the past few months. Something about dimension hopping? It wasn't something you were working on, so it was a bit hard to follow– especially when he went into the math part of all of it.

The coffee pot shut off, letting you know that it was done. 

Though before you could get up, Gaster flicked his wrist, summoning up an extra set of hands and pouring a mug before setting the cup in front of you.

You gave him a thankful smile, taking a long sip. Your tastebuds were so melted and disintegrated from years of abuse, that it was easy to ignore the bitter taste of straight black coffee.

"Well, that sounds complicated." You were going to say more, but the microwave beeped.

He sighed, not getting up quite yet. He used the same set of extra hands, opening up the microwave and letting the steam out.

"Are you going to eat in here?" You asked.

"I… should return to my work," he said simply.

"Should," you repeated, slightly leaning back in your chair whilst spreading your legs.

…Gaster didn't move from his chair.

You offered a smile, trying to ignore how aroused you were. Was this going to be it? Were you finally going to have sex with him? There's no cameras in the break room. It would be so easy to have sex with him.

"...I really should," he sighed, shifting in his chair. "I need to get some things done."

You paused before pouting, realizing that you were a bit too… horny, to think straight. "Let me work with you," you told him. "It'll speed things up."

"Don't you have your own tasks to complete?"

You waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not on a strict deadline. It's fine."

Gaster gave you a long look, seeming to be thinking… before slumping his shoulders, relaxing. "Very well then. Come with me."

You tried not to seem excited, getting up from the chair and heading out into the hall. Maybe you would have sex with him in the end– it all depended if you could get him in the right mood…

[fistfuloflightning]

I could search the world from south to north but I’ve already found what I’m looking for

[clits-and-clips]

Started a promotion on my spicy page ✨️

Will have new sets this month and hopefully new B/G content🖤

[widowbitessting]

Spanking (but like the ones where the Dom won't stop till the butt cheeks are extremely extremely red)

Hmmmm pinning this with Natasha. I feel like if you bratted out enough and got her that riled up, she'd pin you down and spank your pretty ass until it matches her hair. Or until you call the safe word. But if you don't, she'd keep on going; squeezing the back of your neck while you pant/beg/cry/moan? under her. Her hands would be sore after but it's worth it, right? Would she consider using...an aid? This time, no. You're already a wreck under her and your ass is very, very red. She doesn't want to go too far. You're her perfect kotenok, after all.

Moral of this punishment? Don't be a brat. Simple. As if that stops you.

[pokemagine]

I would like some NSFW Leon HCs (female reader if possible), please.

Sorry, this took a little bit! Idk if you saw the other post. I let this sit for a bit because of recent events.

Warnings for: Smut

This includes some NSFW ideas/actions, so if you're a minor or not interested in this, skip the post.

Honestly, Leon seems like a switch(ba dum tss)

Yeah, he loves seeing you underneath him. But he also wouldn't mind you pegging him if you wanted to.

He has a MAJOR praise kink.

If you tell him how good he feels inside of you or how well he's taking the strap and he's done for.

Oral-wise, he's better at giving than receiving.

Unless he's desperate, he'll rarely ask for you to suck him off.

If you ask him if he wants you to suck him off, he's not saying no. But he always insists on eating you out afterward.

Leon constantly is dancing around the topic of sex when Hop is around.

Raihan makes fun of just how little Leon talks about sex directly when Hop is around.

He's tried having you call him "my champion" in bed, but he wasn't feeling it.

Expect lots of kisses from Leon. He's going to kiss you, and he's going to kiss you everywhere before, during, and after sex.

Despite his debilitating praise kink, Leon is pretty vanilla.

[sir-kuroo]

꒰꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꒱

𝙊𝙎𝘼𝙈𝙐

@ranscutedoll :: osamu would be unashamed to stare at you to admire your ass whenever you turn your back from him; gives you that foxy grin that says he wanna do it and confirms it by whispering exactly that in your ear; got hands that can squeeze your tits and arms firm the way he rolls onigiri

SNOOZE - SZA

I don't got nobody, just with you right now. Tell the truth, I look better under you.

I can't lose when I'm with you.

How can I snooze and miss the moment?You just too important. Nobody do body like you do.

18+ ASK GAME :: SONG MATCHUP (OPEN)

[xcalkenf]

Imagine him fucking your brains out.. So rough, so so rough that you can't even remember who you are 🥺🥺‼

*i apologize for the picture quality, I'll get a higher one next time (｡•̀ᴗ-)