#the urge to lick is jawline

[heythereimashley]

Just beautiful from every angle

[bombuni]

yeah that kitty hybrid san fic drove me insane. so, i’m here to ask for a little request…

sub!hybrid!wooyoung and sub!hybrid!reader being left at home together and needy so they’re trying to please each other clumsily but then owner!ateez come back to find them like that. you can decide what kinda hybrids they are, and what goes down when they come back :3

little accidents

summary: Hongjoong and Seonghwa make a mistake in trusting their two kitties to be left alone. genre/pairing: owner!matz x kitty!fem!reader x kitty!wooyoung, smut wc: 1.8k warnings: SMUT MDNI, degradation, meandom!seonghwa, hongjoong less so, mommy kink, leash kink, humiliation kink, creampies, breeding kink, reader is in heat, background seonghwa x hongjoong bom note: anon i love u for this request and i’m so sorry i made u wait for so long. also hope u don’t mind that i made this matz instead of ot8! pls enjoy<3

It’s hard to push Wooyoung off of you, his stubborn lips persistently pulling quiet moans out of you. He’s trying to tug your shorts off, but Seonghwa’s voice is in the back of your head at every harsh tug Wooyoung gives. You know that once you start you won’t be able to stop. You’d rather remain in the good graces of your mommy today, his furrowed brows and tiny frown apparent on his elegant face before he left.

Seonghwa knows you’re in heat. Hongjoong, ever the sweetheart he is, is uneducated in the fact that you two should be separated at this time. However, they both have responsibilities and jobs to attend to. He thinks you’re well-behaved enough to resist your primal urges, at least until he can get home to take care of you. Seonghwa never realized moving in with his boyfriend would be so stressful.

A soft whine builds in the back of your throat as Wooyoung licks the skin along your neck, the coldness of his drool greeting you when he moves to kiss along your jawline. He sees every tic your body gives, remembering every little thing so he has you weakening faster. His tail wraps around your calf as you let yourself be pushed back onto the bed-your mommy’s bed-the furry, black thing sending waves of tingles throughout your body.

Wooyoung won’t let you catch your breath, “Come on. I know you’re in heat. You just-you gotta let me help,” Wooyoung has never been around another hybrid in heat before. He’s surprised to find it written on you so clearly, desperation etched into your features. He can’t help it when his hands move on their own as he watches you hold your insides as if you’re in some sort of pain, holding back all of his urge to claim you.

You try to crawl away, the control he has over you with just his body and voice too overwhelming. The patterned blanket under you reminds you of your mommy, and you flip your body over to try to crawl upwards. You don’t get very far as Wooyoung drops all of his body weight on top of your back, his hard ready cock pressing against your pussy. The feeling of it makes you whine, Wooyoung taking advantage of the position and dragging himself over you repeatedly.

He holds your neck like he’s preparing to bite you, but he takes a whiff and closes his eyes, “You smell so ready for dick, kitty.”

His voice is shaky, like he’s barely holding back. His grip on you is bruising, the hand on your hip holding you in place under him. His veiny hand holds your jaw up, forcing you to look him in the eyes every time his leaking cockhead makes your shorts wetter with every deliberate drag. You’re entranced by his twitching ears and swishing tail.

“But mommy said-“

He shushes you with an open-mouthed, wet kiss, “They don’t have to know. I’m just helping you,”

You’re losing to the desire in you, the primal need to just be bred, “Woo, I need it so bad.”

Whatever desperation was in Wooyoung unleashes with your admission. He practically envelops you with himself as his hands come down to your tits, quickly finding their way under your tank top and over your sensitive nipples. He plays with them, flicking you over and over until you keen and part from his lips. There’s really no escape from Wooyoung because even if you stop kissing him to catch your breath, he latches onto whatever part of your warm skin he can find.

One of his hands slides between you and the bed, into your panties. He groans at how drenched you are, pussy begging to just be filled and bred. He plays with your folds, teasing and spreading your slick over yourself. Wooyoung gathers it all on his fingers, bringing his hand up to his lips and sucking every digit clean. He closes his eyes in bliss at the taste, truly enjoying how your pussy is leaking, creaming, and begging for him.

He leans back into your ear, now hurriedly trying to pull your shorts off, “I’m gonna fill you up, kitty. Can I?”

“Y-yes, please, just fill me up, Woo-“

He shudders at your words, finally getting your shorts off. There’s no time to waste as he messily pulls his cock out of his sweatpants, not bothering to slip out of them fully. He just needs to feel you wrapped around his cock. He plunges into you, quickly and deeply. Wooyoung fully melts into you, possibly forever consumed by the feeling of your tight hole now. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust before he hungrily starts thrusting his hips, growling into your ears everytime he feels you clench.

The way he fucks you is desperate and raw, one goal set in his mind. To fill you with so much cum you’re spilling and only babbling about all of the kittens he’s going to give you. Just the vision of his cum trickling out of your sweet hole has him stopping, shuddering in place to try to make this last at least a little longer.

You feel him pausing but you’re way too overheated and desperate to be filled to give him a break now, “P-please, Woo, can you cum inside me? I can take all of it, please-“

That’s all it takes for him to plunge deep inside of you, his canines piercing your shoulder as his body shakes and jolts with every sputter of cum entering you.

A tiny part of you is soothed now, but there’s still a burning sensation that lingers everywhere in your body. The uncomfortable feeling starts in your gut and unravels all over you. You turn to pant and whine to Wooyoung for more, but you find he’s gone from atop you. Hongjoong and Seonghwa stand next to the bedside, Hongjoong holding Wooyoung back by the scruff as he hisses and scratches at him. By the looks on their faces, you’re certainly in trouble.

-

Hongjoong fucks you relentlessly. He groans into your ear, dick smearing Wooyoung’s cum and your slick all over. His breath is hot against your cheek as he leans over your back and invades your space. He smirks at Wooyoung when you let out a sweet, needy whine as he grinds his hips into yours as deep as he can.

Wooyoung’s shaking with need. He can’t do anything but watch as his cum is fucked out of your pussy by Hongjoong. He’d claim you again if it weren’t Seonghwa-who holds him back by his collar. His fist wraps around the leather tightly, tugging him back every time Wooyoung tries to make a move towards you.

Seonghwa’s usual sweet demeanor is gone and replaced by a demanding one, “The both of you are so fucking naughty,”

You turn to Seonghwa, teary-eyed as Hongjoong keeps drilling you into the bed, “S-sorry, mommy,”

Your voice shakes against Hongjoong’s thrusts. He picks your head up by the back of your head and Wooyoung watches as your back arches against Hongjoong’s cock. He fucks you savagely, reaching deep inside you with his member until you can feel it in your throat. The position has you yowling and clenching down onto Hongjoong, who hisses as his hips stutter in their thrusts.

You look so broken and pitiful and Seonghwa fucking loves it. There’s slick and cum running down your legs, tears streaming down your eyes, and your tiny hands hold the bedsheets tight under your palms. His breathing turns ragged, his fist tightening impossibly more against Wooyoung’s collar.

Hongjoong brings a hand down to your clit, pulling you in until your back hits his chest, “I see why Youngie can’t stay away from this pussy,”

You let out a shaky breath as you turn into putty under his hands. He rubs circles onto you, playing with your wetness as he keeps grinding you onto his cock. His other hand fondles your tit, tweaking the sensitive bud. It’s all too much, too good, too fast.

Seonghwa lets out a sharp, mocking laugh as he watches you break, “This is what happens to bad girls who don’t listen to their mommy, sweetheart,”

There’s another rush of wetness that comes from your hole and Hongjoong chuckles, “Think she liked that,”

Hongjoong lifts you by your hips now, moving you so that you face Wooyoung as he sets you atop him. You blush with all the attention, but Hongjoong’s cock doesn’t let you think. He holds you by your sides, tight and hard enough to leave welts, as he bounces you on his cock. You feel it everywhere, your entire body warm and on the brink of explosion as he perfectly fills your gummy walls.

Hongjoong feels you on that brink, “Cum on my dick, baby, then I’ll give you all the kittens you want,”

The thought of his cum swirling inside you, marking you and filling you finally sends that tingle of electricity all through you. You shake on top of Hongjoong, who follows suit and pulls you to his pelvis. He groans and stutters as your pussy tightens and sucks the cum out of him.

Wooyoung is whining and rock hard, to the point that it hurts. You’re so sweaty and cute on top of Hongjoong, freshly fucked out but Wooyoung still wants to fuck you fill of his kittens. Seonghwa isn’t any better off, but he tsk’s and pulls on Wooyoung’s collar when he feels him start to get antsy.

Hongjoong sends a sick, cocky smirk towards Wooyoung. He smells trouble, but he doesn’t expect Hongjoong to spread your pussy lips for him. The pearlescent liquid shines between your folds as Hongjoong pulls out of you and Wooyoung all but collapses. Your hole is utterly and completely stuffed, claimed by Hongjoong and he feels his entire body on fire.

Seonghwa moves him until he’s right in front of your leaking pussy, forcing him to his knees. He sends a mean, intimidating look to Wooyoung. It’s demeaning and embarrassing the way he follows his commands so easily, but he just can’t help it.

He raises an eyebrow at Wooyoung, “Well? Clean up the mess you made, you pervert.”

He doesn’t think twice. You’re still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm you just had, but Wooyoung’s wet tongue against you wakes you up again. Your hips grind against his lips as he licks a stripe along your folds, cleaning off the essence of Hongjoong. Seonghwa’s cold hands against his neck spur him on.

Wooyoung sucks on your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud and causing an intense warmth to gather in your gut. You can’t stop moving against his face as he slurps you up, the vibrations of his moans against you just amplifying the sensation. He lets you go with a pop before moving down to your entrance, hands forcing your legs open as he works you open. He doesn’t mind the taste of Hongjoong’s dick or your slick, just as long as he gets to taste you.

Seonghwa’s cocky smirk shines down on you, commanding your attention, “My perfect kitty.”

[t1red-twilight]

tonguing down peter parker

summary: ushy gushy mushy loser makeout

content/warnings: gn!reader, mdni, andrew!peter, fluff, suggestive content, excessive macking (very excessive)

notes: um uh um NEXT QUESTION

word count: 1k

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peter’s favorite thing at the moment was making out.

so much so that he would come home from fighting crime and whatnot to just swap saliva with you.

he had no idea why this was the only thing that could seem to motivate him, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you.

currently, he was at your apartment and you were both watching some sitcom rerun from the nineties.

but alas, not much of the show was actually being watched and absorbed.

you weren’t touching besides your lips, and my god, was he good at kissing. he was licking into your mouth with such an intense fervor that you couldn’t help but scoot closer to him ever so slightly. one of your hands was on your leg, which was bent, while the other was making small movements over to peter’s hand.

the small smacking sounds from your lips seemed to be deafening over the sound of the television. every now and then, you could hear him exhale rather strongly whilst you felt it on your face.

he reached over and grabbed your knee, attempting to urge your leg to straddle his waist.

evidently needing to get closer to you, he pulled away after pressing one short kiss into your mouth before asking, “please?” he then leaned back in to continue his ministrations.

his voice was both shrill and hoarse. his kisses then migrated from your lips to your jawline, and he was quickly making his way down to your neck. the breaths that you made caught his attention and he let out a chuckle as you left open-mouthed marks against your warmed skin.

“what?” you replied breathlessly. “do you want me to-” you trailed off, much too embarrassed to finish your question.

“oh god, yes please,” his easy pulling on your leg pursued. when you pulled away, a thin string of spit connected your mouths.

you decided that you too, had not had enough and you put your pressure onto your other knee to hoist yourself up before slowly placing your legs on either side of his torso. the breathless chuckle he breathed out against your neck did not go unnoticed. you did not, however, settle your weight onto him just yet.

he slid his hands underneath the oversized shirt that you were wearing and tried to pull you downwards. because you were so much higher up than him, he had to pull away from the column of your throat.

he continued to try and get you to relax against him. you had become too distracted by the blown out look in his eyes, the ruffled nature of his hair.

he settled for situating his head underneath your t-shirt and mouthing more kisses against you stomach. small traces of saliva were left in his wake.

he was always careful enough to only suck marks that would be covered by your shirt (ever such the gentleman).

he hummed into your skin, laid down another kiss, and whispered another plea.

“c’mon.”

it was soft, gentle, but nonetheless convinced you.

you settled down onto his lap, and he pulled out from underneath your t-shirt. he began leaving languid kisses along your neck again. the feeling of his hands splayed across your back would’ve been overwhelming in another scenario, but they felt just perfect for the time being.

peter was encompassing you entirely, and you had no problem with the line blurring between you two. there was no telling where he began and you ended, and vice versa.

you huffed out a jagged sigh. this had motivated peter to make his way back to your lips, and this he did.

he left tentative kisses wherever he went. he was always like this, subdued and sensitive. though, he was by no means shy.

when you were alone, something unleashed from him. something that never seemed to never stopped craving you. his thirst for you never satiated.

he moved his hands from your back to your waist, and pulled you closer. you abided and scooted as close as was humanly possible to him.

your hands were on either side of his face, your thumbs on the part of his cheek closest to his ear. you could almost hear his heartbeat; you were sure that he could hear yours (he had told you the benefits of his spider senses once, but you had been, um, preoccupied).

he pulled away and smiled at you, turning to leave a kiss on your palm before leaning back in.

“you taste good,” he said after saying your name.

you responded after kissing him one short time, “yeah?”

he didn’t respond vocally this time, opting to only answer with “mhm,” which you could feel the vibrations of.

the lewd wet noises emitting from your mouths should have been embarrassing, neither of you paid any mind.

every so often you would exhale out of your nose, which you’re sure he could feel against his cheek. “quit holding your breath,” he would sometimes say.

your knees were digging into the couch, so you adjusted yourself to avoid any further pain. this resulted in something that was a mix of a groan and a whine from peter.

his lips were very soft, and the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth felt foreign, but commonplace. he was always so gentle, and this was demonstrated by the way that he was licking in short motions in your mouth.

this time, you were the one to part from him. you began leaving kisses from his cheek to a spot behind his ear. your efforts demonstrated to be successful, as the noises leaving peter’s mouth were nothing short of blissful.

eventually, he pulled your face away from his neck and guided it back to his own.

his hands had migrated to your back again, and yours to his. you thought that you might have felt him scratching into your skin, but you weren’t too sure. you’d be able to tell later in the mirror.

in the background, the tv had begun to play a commercial for some erectile dysfuntion drug. the irony of this was not lost on either of you. you disconnected and laughed hoarsely.

later you realized that you had hickeys that expanded across your belly.

[6ronze]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘

love & deep space w ZAYNE format. fic. warnings. fluff + nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. soft vanilla love making. praise. endearments(darling, princess, etc). strawberry cake mention cs its my fav. summary. he’s more focused on you rather than the occasion which was his birthday.

author’s note. hppy belated birthday to my fav boy!!

“So you made these for me, hm?” The dark haired man beside you asked, his gaze attentive and tone almost accusing—something you were awfully used to by now. “Are you sure you didn’t buy them, darling? I won’t be mad if you did,” he added, pushing himself off the kitchen counter he was recently leaning his hips against.

“I made, Zayne. I’ve told you this time and time again—I’ve been practicing, okay?” you countered, your brows furrowing and your lips forming a small pout of annoyance at how your lover kept on questioning the source of his birthday cake for this year. Unbeknownst to you, while you were busy pouting and setting up the candles on the cake, Zayne had his eyes fixated on your face, the corner of his lips curling to faint smile as he spectated your change of expressions from your side profile.

“I never said I didn’t believe you, my love,” the tall man uttered in a soft scoff. He watched attentively as you finally held the lighter to light up the candles, the small flames making an intimate atmosphere in your purposely dimly lit home. Even with the skilfully made strawberry cake you decorated for him, the only thing he had given his attention to was you, and it seemed like it would be that way for the entire night.

”There. Make a wish and blow them out for me,” you urged, putting the lighter away and turning to him with a fond, excited smile. It was like you were more enthusiastic about his birthday than himself—and the way you caught him looking at you the moment you shifted your gaze to him proved that point more. It was his birthday—so why was he staring at you?

Your smile faltered nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious with how intense his dark hazel green eyes gazed at you, fingers twitching and all.

“Something wrong?” was all you could muster to say at the moment, cursing yourself for letting him affecting you so despite your years of being together. He still managed to make you flustered, shy.

“I made my wish.”

You raised a brow at him, blinking at him curiously with the candles on cake flickering softly, the flames illuminating the room just enough for you to see each other. The second you opted to part your lips to ask him what his wish was exactly, he stole your breath away, halting your actions by leaning down to you, letting his lips meet your soft ones. Your breath hitched once you registered his actions, not letting him wait and giving him access to your mouth.

“Zayne,” you huffed between your kisses, his hand moving up to circle your neck, his thumb gently caressing your jawline.

“You are what I wished for,” was all he whispered in return before sliding his tongue against yours, taking you in and leaving you to nibble on your wet lower lip. “I can’t possibly wish for anything more—,” he added with a soft groan, his free hand reaching up to grip your hip, fingers massaging your flesh there before pushing back up against the marble kitchen counter. “—other than for you to stay by my side.”

At this point, you were near breathless, soft mewls of his name leaving your lips at the feeling of his cold fingers skimming under your shirt and over your tummy. You had your hands hold onto his arms, nails gently digging him and earning yourself a hum of delight from him.

In a matter of seconds he had your shirt lifted up over chest, one hand helping you held it up while the other slid up your rib cage to cup your breast that was encased in your bra. All the while his fingers tugged on the fabric of your bra, he had his lips glued to your neck, tongue peeking out to leave warm licks along your skin whenever he felt your pulse. With a mere hook of his fingers on your bra, he had your tits spilled out for him, his mouth migrating downward to your sweetly bared nipples, taking one of them around his lips.

“Baby, the candles—they’ll melt,” you breathed out between pants and whimpers, shivers running down your spine with every tug he made on your hardened bud, the swirl of his tongue around your areola making you mumble pathetic, empty pleas for him.

“Then we’ll make love in the dark. I know every part—every crevice of your body by heart,” he replied calmly, not bothered by the thought of the candles suddenly going during their intimate moment—he was too into it to care.

How could he stop now? When he finally his hand hovering above your wet cunt, fingers teasingly hooking under your waistband of your pants but not pulling it down until he felt you were desperate enough. And that didn’t take long. ‘Cause he had your pants pooled around your ankles in seconds, hands impatiently lifting you up onto the cold counter where your pretty cunt was finally equally level with his hips.

“Let me unwrap my gift, darling,” his smooth voice whispered into your ear, his hot breath kissing your skin and heating up your face when he laid your lower half bare to him. You had your hands gripping onto his upper arms, then his shoulders, eyes glazed over and watching closely as he undid his the zipper of his pants, his slender finger sliding his boxers down a bit to pull his cock out easier. You gulped in both nervousness and eagerness at the sight of his thick length standing at attention with a slight curve, beads of precum forming at the tip of it.

“You’re drooling,” he murmured teasingly to catch your attention, exhaling a soft sigh and smiling at the sight of the adorable face you made when you left your trance of need whenever you admired him, any part of him. “I’ll give it to you, love, don’t worry,” he assured you, hand moving to part your thighs further, pulling you further to the edge of the counter and finally aligning his cock along your pussy, nudging your slick folds apart with the fat tip.

“Fuck,” you heard him growl softly, the mere contact of his tip with the outer layer of your sweetness affecting him more than he’d like. With a look of determination, he pushed his hips forward slowly, easing himself into your slit while keeping a good hold on your hip.

You couldn’t help the whimpers and moans that he coaxed out of you, your entire being melting at the fullness you felt when he was fully inside you, his balls pressed against your ass.

Zayne winced and grunted with every spasm you made around his cock, loving how his sweet yet filthy praises affected you so with only a few thrusts he made into you. And he didn’t hesitate to surge forward more, pounding into you with unbecoming moans and squelches made from your sex filling your home.

You held onto his shoulders tightly, your grip shifting with every thrust his hips made, making you wrap your arms around him and pulling him closer to you. Your thighs quivered around his hips, high-pitched moans forced out of you from how tightly the knot in your lower belly tied, the tip of Zayne’s dick hitting you in the right spot every time. Perhaps it was uncoincidental that your lover felt the same, the warmth and intensity of love that was shared between you amplifying the pleasure ten fold.

“Princess, ‘m gonna cum for you—inside you,” he murmured, his words jumbled and almost incoherent. It was clear his mind was as hazy as yours at that moment, his hips pounding into you with need. His movements turned jerky when he finally neared that climax along with you, your tightening cunt giving him the final push from the edge, his aching cock twitching and pulsing inside your depths as he finally spilled thick ropes of his cum, painting your velvety walls an innocent white. Your own orgasm followed suit, mixing with his own to form a potent mixture of sensual adoration.

With ragged breaths, he slumped against you, his knees bucking slightly as he basked in the afterglow with you. He didn’t shy away from your embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling the scent of your sweat and shampoo, calming him from his exertion.

“I don’t mind spending my birthday like this again next year, my dear. Maybe I’ll help you shop for a cake too,” he muttered against your neck, his voice hoarse yet playful. You groaned in response, hitting his arm lightly for acting suspicious about the cake you proclaimed to have baked yourself. “I didn’t buy the cake,” you grumbled against his shoulder, resting your head against him, to which he only chuckled at. “Sure, you didn’t,” Zayne murmured, smiling contently above your shoulder.

[incognit0slut]

Pretty Boy

spencer reid x gn!reader

warnings: (MINORS DNI!) sloppy, filthy male oral a/n: this is more of a drabble (915 words) so there’s no taglist. I was going through clips trying to make an edit and this scene had me thinking, ‘I need to give this man some head.’ Thus, this is the result of my horny mind. Sorry not sorry.

HE WAS TOO PRETTY TO RESIST. With lips slightly parted, the strong lines of his features softened into a restful state as he savored the way your lips wrapped around him.

Your mouth slid down the length of his cock, tongue running along every inch, and you watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, soft stomach heaving with every labored breath.

"Please..." he groaned, the word strained as it left his tongue. The way he whimpered and thrust his hips into your mouth sent a rush of adrenaline through your body. You had him right where you wanted him, on the edge, desperate for release, flushed with sweat beading against his forehead.

And who were you to deny a man in need? You kept your eyes fixed on his face as your nails dug into his thighs, and pushed down even further, the tip of him finally budging into the back of your throat. You tried to swallow him whole, yet you couldn't help but gag a little, rearing back with a cough.

A string of saliva slipped out of your mouth as you looked up at him. He really was pretty. Long, dark lashes framed his eyes as he watched your every movement. A faint stubble adorned his chiseled jawline. And his lips, wide and soft, were slacked open as you leaned forward again, the same time his fingers found their way into your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as your tongue licked the underside of his cock.

You started with just a few gentle, teasing licks to the tip, one right over his slit, and you felt his hips buck underneath you. You wrapped your fingers around him as you slowly took the head in your mouth, sucking carefully, letting excess spit run down until it collided with your hand at his base.

You twisted your hand around him, because everything was slippery enough to do that, and you started to move your head. It wasn't long until the room was filled with obscene lewd noises followed by his moans of pleasure. His desperate whimper was like music in your ears, and you continued to move along his cock, giving everything he wanted.

With each bob of your head, you took him deeper until the tip hit your throat and he moaned loudly as you gagged again. But you continued to take him deeper until his whole head was past the back of your throat and you fought the urge to swallow him fully.

"Oh, god," he moaned. "That—that's it, such a pretty mouth..."

His praise only gave you the urge to take him deeper and all of a sudden your lips were at his base, his cock buried deep inside your mouth further than you ever thought possible.

You slowly gazed up at him, entranced by his sweat-slicked, heaving body, pretty and needy. He looked down at you when you stopped moving, utterly still with his cock buried deep inside your throat; your cheeks flushed and eyes watery, lips stretched wide around his girth. Your stare was unrelenting and his grip on your hair tightened.

He was close. You could feel it. You felt it in the way he guided your head, speeding you up faster and faster until he was practically using your mouth. You did your best to use your hand, but eventually, you gave up and kept your throat open, letting him use you however he liked. After all, he looked too pretty for you to stop him.

Your jaw hurt, and your knees burned from being on the floor for too long, but you didn't care. Not when he was looking at you like you were the best gift he had ever received. And maybe you were, because honestly, you would give him everything he asked for. Not only because he deserved it, but because you enjoyed being used for his pleasure as much as he did.

You moaned when he tightened the grip in your hair, the sound sending vibrations over his cock, causing him to inhale a sharp breath through his teeth. You were desperate to try and keep up with his rough pace, his hips snapping into your mouth relentlessly.

You gagged around him again, feeling the burn in the back of your throat, your eyes watering, your lips stretching around his thick shaft, spit leaking from the corners of your mouth. He looked down at you, and god, he couldn't hold it any longer.

With sloppy, determined thrusts, he finally erupted in your mouth with a groan. You felt your throat swell with the warm, salty substance as you inhaled through your nose and swallowed it down eagerly. He continued to reach his high and you continued to suck, making sure you swallowed every last drop until he could no longer take it anymore, his body going weak from the overstimulation.

You finally released him with a soft pop when he started to relax. You felt his hand brush over your face gently while you stayed on your knees, right between his thighs. A blissed-out, tired smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he looked down at you in wonder.

You smiled back at him. A gentle haze lingered in his eyes, his brown orbs seeming a little bit brighter. His tousled hair, touched by his erratic movements because he couldn’t keep still, framed a face illuminated by a serene glow. His features were a beauty beyond the physical, leaving you utterly captivated.

He was so damn pretty, and the best thing was—he was your pretty boy.

[nexysworld]

Lick it Up

Inspired by this ask I got. Nothing but pure shameless smut, a little drabble about going down on Vendetta Leon in a bar bathroom. Tags: NSFW, Smut, MDNI, Blowjobs, unsafe sex practices, Leon and Reader have both been drinking, public sex acts.

"Fuck baby," he groaned as his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at the strands. Your knees were buckled beneath you, sore against the shitty unkempt tile of the bar bathroom, palms pressed to the wall behind him for balance.

This wasn't typical behavior for you, sucking off a stranger in a dingy restroom. It was stupid, it was risky, but god was it thrilling. There was something about the man that seemed so melancholy, tucked into the farthest corner in a booth all by himself. Stormy blue eyes, lost in his glass of whiskey, stubble peppered his jawline while dark locks framed his face accentuating those feline-esque features.

It just seemed wrong that someone as handsome as him would appear so lonely.

You slid into the leathery seat and struck up a conversation. Leon was his name, fitting. He quipped about you being too young for him, but regardless, a few drinks, some flirtatious banter and here you were.

He was messy, hips rutting into your mouth with no real rhythm. The thick tip of his cock made you whine each time it hit the back of your throat, nose temporarily buried in the dark and wiry hair. It was wet, sloppy. Saliva and precum stuck to your cheeks and dribbled down the corners of your mouth.

When the soreness in your jaw became too much, you patted on his thighs. He let go of you, letting you pull off with a loud pop. "You're too fucking good at that, sweetheart," he praised between breaths. He looked beautiful, mouth ajar, cheeks flushed.

"Thanks." You shot a smile up to him, continuing to stroke him with your hand while you gave your mouth a moment to recover. He was about to say something else, but you ran your tongue up his length, flicking it at his sensitive tip, silencing him.

Taking control of the situation, you suckled the head of his cock a little, messy hand fondling his balls. He held his breath, fingers white knuckling as he gripped the sink next to him. Your eyes were locked together as you slurped and lapped at him.

Leon was all grunts and heady moans. It was clear he was close, and fighting the urge to buck forward again. You sunk him as far down as your throat could take him again, exhaling through your nose. You held the position for a moment, relishing his taste, his scent. Earthy, spicy, a twinge of that whiskey.

He was close, you could tell by the way his cock was throbbing in your mouth, feeling his pulse against your tongue.

You hollowed your cheeks when you pulled back this time, using both hands in tandem with your mouth. Squeezing the base of his shaft, you bobbed your head at a quick pace, remaining hand dutifully massaging his balls still.

The world shrunk in as you focused on your task, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. The small room was echoing with wet smacking noises and a few gags if you unexpectedly took him a little too far.

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm gonna -" He tugged at your hair in warning, but you stayed put. "Fuck!" You swallowed him down, the salty sweet taste of his cum a reward for your efforts. Not a drop was lost as you slowed down, tongue playing with the underneath of his shaft to work him through it.

When oxygen fed your lungs again, the world came back. He was presenting his cell to you, contact screen open. A flip phone? You almost laughed, instead you raised an inquisitive brow at him. "You want my number?"

He scratched the back of his neck, half smiling. "It's not usually my style to let a girl go to town without at least buying her dinner."

[lowkeycasanova]

good morning birthday boy

just a little sum

vinnie hacker x reader

warning: smut

Masterlist

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The morning sun peeks through the windows. The half open curtains allow to rays to shine on the boy who’s turing twenty two today.

Vinnie lies on his back, one hand resting on his bare abdomen and the other behind his head.

You wake slowly, gradually getting a sense of your surroundings. The festivities from a couple days prior still made you feel hazy.

After blinking a few times, your eyes get used to the brightness and fall on the man sleeping so peacefully beside you.

Vinnie hums in his sleep, and the arm that was behind his head now makes its way around yours, urging to pull you closer. You gladly obliged, running a hand on his chest, tracing the snake tattoo on his collarbone.

He shifts in bed and for a moment, you think he’s awake. But no. His eyes are still wired shut. With wandering eyes, you take in every detail of his body. The art on his skin, muscles, skin folds. Today is his day and you want to cherish him more than usual.

Your hand makes its way down his chest, caressing the tattoo of the crescent moon until you reach the waistband of his boxers. Peeping up at him, you notice he’s still sleeping. A devilish smile creeps on your lips as you know exactly how to wake him up.

Your hand slides further down, gently cupping the bulge of his cock through his boxers, rubbing sensually as to wake up the nerves down there. The reaction is instant. When you slip a hand underneath, he’s already half hard. Getting excited. Getting ready.

You get up from your lying position and throw a leg over him, hands on his chest for support as you now straddle him. You watch his face as his eyelids start to move, and finally flutter open as you press soft kisses to his jawline.

“Morning.” You smile at him as his hands immediately grip your ass and encircle your waist.

“Oh my, good morning to you too.”

He lets out a breath and you feel his body relax, a nonverbal cue letting you know you can do whatever you want.

“Did you sleep well birthday boy?” You ask with a smirk. His eyes are fixed on you as you innocently hook your fingers into his waistband.

“Mhm, yeah.” He mumbled. That morning voice of his does something to you.

You grin and pull his boxers down. He bucks his hips to make it easier. “I figured you’d want your first surprise early.”

“Really? That’s so nice-“ he seethes through his teeth as you press a kiss to the soft head and your hand slides down his erected length.

“I think you’ll like my gift.” You tease.

“I know I’ll love it.” He breaths out as he opens his legs slightly, watching you settle in between them.

You slide your tongue along his length and he moans at the sensation.

You use your tongue to lick around his top, before wetting your lips and finally taking him in your mouth right as he moans your name.

“Fuucckk, that feels so good.” He pants, one hand gripping your hair and the other gripping the sheets.

Going up and down his erection, you take as much as you can each time, getting the rest with your hand. He’s so big and your eyes start to water whenever he pushes down on your head.

“Goddamn. Y/N, please.”

He’s not able to hold still at this point. The lovely of his hips meet yours and now he’s pushing himself deeper. You come up for air, spitting on him and rubbing your hand up and down. Upon making eye contact with him, he looks at you with so much adoration under those half lidded eyes.

You take a breather before going down again. Really focusing on his cock and the lubrication from your saliva, you go deep. He fills your mouth completely and you pause for a second before coming back up.

“You take me so well, you know that?” He whimpers, chest heaving.

You take another breath and take him all the way again. Then a third time. Then a fourth.

“Holy shit. I’m gonna have an asthma attack, and I don’t even have asthma.”

Even with his cock in your mouth, you smile and a chuckle escapes from the back of your throat. He laughs too.

Getting back to business, you take him just like in the beginning. Taking the first half of him and giving him a handjob with the lower half. You pick up the lace as you know he’s close.

“Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good.” He encourages.

You then suck on him a little harder, like a vacuum to give him that extra sensation.

“I’m gonna c-cum. Fuck!.”

His cock twitches in your hand and his orgasm releases into the back of your throat.

You let him go with a popping sound, swallowing without a second thought . Still massaging him, you wanna make sure it’s all out.

His skin is now slightly red due to the rush of blood.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you between pants and you glance up at him. “Come here.”

You get closer and he meets you halfway. Cupping both sides of your face as he brings you in for a steamy kiss.

“I hope you liked your surprise.” You told him.

“Are you kidding me? I loved it.”

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[dollfacefantasy]

hiii i’m not sure if you particularly like writing hybrid!reader but can i pls request something with leon where he tries to feel out his bunny/dog hybrid gf’s kinks by seeing how her tail moves in response to them. like something she really likes she’ll wag her tail real fast and he finds it adorable

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader

summary: leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, humping his boot, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, scent kink, dacryphilia, and size kink

word count: 2.6k

a/n: no because i love this idea so much. it's been in my head since i got it. i hope i did it justice because i think it's so cute. thank you for sending it and i hope you enjoy <3

Leon’s eyes rested upon his favorite sight in the whole world. His precious puppy girl kneeling at his feet. If he had to guess, he’d say it was your favorite place to be too. All signs pointed to that conclusion. Your eyes were wide and locked onto his face. Your body vibrated and squirmed with the urge to jump into his lap. And of course, the way your tail wagged back and forth.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

The fluffy appendage moves in a lazy rhythm right now. You were excited Leon was home and wanted to play, but you weren’t thrilled enough for it to turn to a blur. He chuckles and reaches a hand forward to rub your head. That gets it to speed up a little bit.

“You have a good day, pup?” he asks.

You scoot the slightest bit closer while nodding. You tilt your head to the side, squishing the flesh of your cheek against his knee.

“Yeah? What’d you do today?” he says.

“Took a nap. Watched the tv,” you answer, “You look tired, daddy.”

He smiles at your observation and scratches at the base of one of your ears. Those ears, which were perked up at the moment, were so sensitive to everything. The wind knocking something over outside, his car pulling up on the driveway, and of course, small changes in his inflection. 

Though he sometimes wondered if that’s all it was. He sees the way your tail picks up a notch when his lips curl upwards with that smile. He wondered, if not hoped, that it was something more than just your heightened physical capabilities. If maybe, there was something within you, something deeper, some instinctive emotional connection that bound you to him. That was probably wishful thinking. Someone who understood him implicitly. Still that was how he felt sometimes, and it was always lingering in the back of his mind when he watched your cute little ass wiggle back and forth with the movement of your tail.

“A little. Had a long day at work,” he tells you, continuing the conversation.

“Oh. Was it boring?” you inquire.

“You could say that,” he says.

“I get bored sometimes when you’re not here too,” you say.

The short, curt way you speak drives him up the wall. His hand on top of your head trails down to your cheek and gives it a little pinch before his thumb lands on your lips. Your tongue darts out to give the pad a small lick.

“Cute,” he murmurs as his fingers descend to your jawline and then your throat, “Why were you so bored, puppy? You have the whole house to yourself. You have enough toys to fill a room.”

“But I was missing my favorite toy,” you say, nuzzling against his leg.

“Oh, your favorite toy, huh?” he says. 

His fingers tease the edge of the smooth material that was wrapped around your neck. In place of a collar, you wore a pink satin ribbon. It bunched around to the front of your neck where it was tied in a pretty bow. Leon’s own handiwork. He never saw a reason to collar you. You were the most loyal little thing on the face of this Earth. Even if he kicked you out, you’d probably just take up residence on the mat at the front door. He’d rather you look like the spoiled princess that you were and dress you in the pink ribbon to match the other pink items you wore, your camisole and panties.

You nod at the question he asked, the ends of your bow swaying with your motion.

“Yeah? Well, tell daddy. What’s your favorite toy?” he prompts you.

Your hand snakes up to the front of his jeans and paws at the area where you would soon feel the outline of his hardening dick.

“That’s your favorite?” he asks, feigning ignorance, “Wow. If I'd known that, I wouldn’t have bought you all those stuffies. Coulda saved me a ton of money. Just let you sit on my cock most of the time, and you’d be satisfied.”

You shrug, not caring to roll that proposition around in your head for actual consideration. Sure you loved your toys, but they didn’t come close to one tucked away inside daddy’s jeans.

He grins not only because you’re so fucking cute, but also because he can see your tail starting to go faster. As much as he wants to pull you onto his lap and breed you till you’re a mess of drool and tears, he wants more tonight. You were nothing if not eager, and while he loved that, it meant that it didn’t take much effort from you to get him to cum in minutes. You’d just get so tight, you never suppressed any of your moans or whines, your face always scrunched up into needy expressions of euphoria…

Anyways. He just wanted to tease it out tonight.

“You have been a good girl today. I think you deserve some time with your favorite toy,” he says, watching the specific twitch when he said the two words of praise, “You wanna play with it right now?”

You nod almost as quickly as your tail wags. A sonorous laugh echoes from him. His eyes hold that glint that lets you know there’s more.

“What’s your favorite way to play with it, baby? You like bouncing on it?” he asks, his voice gaining an amused lilt.

You don’t respond with words. He knows your nodding, but his focus is on your backside where he’s getting the only response he needs.

Swish.

“Maybe you like taking it face down, whining into the pillow?” he continues.

Swish Swish.

“Or maybe you like being on your back, legs over daddy’s shoulders?”

Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish.

“I think that’s the winner,” he chuckles, “Why is that your favorite, pup?”

“It gets deeper,” you say. He watches as you try to be subtle about scooching closer. He wasn’t going to stop you though.

“Oh I see,” he says, nodding his head in mock realization, “You want it as deep as possible, right? And to do that, I have to pin you down, keep you underneath me where I can just fill that pussy up over and over. You like being helpless, princess?”

As his tone becomes more husky, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Your hips fight the urge to squirm, but your tail can’t stop flinging itself back and forth. A tingling flame had been lit inside your belly, one you desperately wanted him to put out.

“Yeah. You love when I’m in charge. You love when all you have to do is take it like a good girl, and you can just let that little brain melt away,” he taunts. With each swish of your tail, it’s like he can hear a game show buzzer ringing in his points.

You wrap your arms around his leg that was nearest to you and pathetically whimper out “daddy.”

“What is it, puppy?” he coos.

You look up at him and give him the definition of puppy eyes. “I want it. No more teasing,” you whine. Despite your demanding words, you stay put. You were a good girl after all, and good girls wait for permission.

“What? You want it?” he mocks, “What’s the rush, baby? You don’t like daddy’s voice anymore? You sure were liking it last night when you were all sleepy. Just whining and clinging onto me, begging me not to pull out.”

The movements of your tail start to become blurry as you remember the previous night. He’d fucked you so good and talked you through it the whole time. The main difference between now and then was that then you had his cock stuffed inside you while he spoke.

“I do like it,” you defend with a pout, “But I just want it, daddy. Please. Wanna be full of you.”

“Full,” he repeats, “Does daddy stretch you out? Make you feel like there’s no room for anything else?”

You nod again, but you can’t take it anymore. You scoot forward more so your knees rest on either side of his boot. His knee kisses the space beneath your chin while the rest of his leg is flush up against your tummy, going straight between your breasts. He knows what you’re about to do, but he’s fine with it. Tilting the tip of his boot upwards, he gives you silent permission to start rocking your hips.

That was all you needed to close the gap between the top of his shoe and your clothed cunt. Lowering yourself slightly, your puffy clit brushes the leather. You let out a tiny mewl. Your face was already starting to scrunch up into a cute little look from such a simple touch.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he teases.

“Yeah, daddy. Thank you,” you whimper.

Your hips move back and forth as if on a pendulum. The rhythm is consistent like the pacing of your tail. Back and forth, back and forth.

“I think you soaked through your panties, pretty baby. You gonna get daddy’s shoe all nice and shiny? Make it smell like you?” he says with a smug grin.

“Uh huh,” you mumble. 

But when Leon mentions scenting his boot, your tail starts going crazy. Absolutely buck wild. He wouldn’t be shocked if you sprained something from how hard it was moving. God, he was getting hard. A solid tent had formed in the center of his lap from watching you. So precious, so adorable. Those pants and whines of pure lust. The way your fingers were digging into the leg you held onto like you needed it to survive. The nonstop rutting of your hips matching up with the wag of your tail.

“Woah woah. Think my girl might be a little possessive,” he says as he watches you. He keeps his tone light. He wanted this to play out before he let himself have any. To stave off his desires, he palms himself over the rough denim.

Your eyes catch that, and it’s almost comical how you nearly drool. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine. You're my daddy. They can’t have you,” you say, nestling your face against his legs.

Your own pleasure builds in the pit of your belly. You’d found the perfect amount of pressure on his boot. You just had to keep grinding your aching cunt into the leather.

“Poor baby. No one’s gonna take me from you,” he croons and strokes your head. His hand moves so much slower than any of your body parts and the contrast intensifies the pleasure further.

“Good,” you say.

“Mhm. Trust me, you keep my hands full as is,” he jokes.

He watches as you keep whining and humping his boot. Your hips move like you’re on the clock. He can feel drool starting to drip on his jeans and dampen the fabric. If only he could see your eyes. He knows they’re getting glossy, hazy with the bliss coming from between your legs. Lucky for him, a particular jolt of ecstasy pulls your head back and ends with your face looking up at him.

“You’re getting to daddy’s favorite part, honey. Keep going, Keep being a good girl,” he says. Again, your tail jerks when it registers the magic words. You snap your hips with renewed fervor, chasing the elusive high. His fingers press down harder against his cock as he sees the gleam of saliva coating your chin and lips.

“When do we get to my favorite part?” you babble. Your voice was starting to give as the warmth of carnal pleasure encroaches on your mind.

“And what is your favorite part?” he asks, knowing what your answer would be.

“The part when I actually get your cock,” you whimper.

He shakes his head. “Look at you. Trying to be smart while you’re going dumb,” he teases, “Quit complaining. You’re still getting to feel good, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” you whine instantly.

“Oh really? It looks pretty similar to me,” he says.

You make a small sound that’s halfway between a whine and a growl. Even with your frustration though, your hips don’t stop.

“I’m just teasing you, pup,” he says, stroking your jaw with his free hand, “I guess it is different. I don’t see you crying like you do when I’m buried inside. I don’t get to see those pretty eyelashes all wet from tears.”

Your eyes roll back at the mention of being so fucked out you cry. It was one of your favorites, and Leon knew it. Being reduced to a crumpled mess of sobs against the heat of his chest got you like almost nothing else.

The reactions etched across your facial features are cute, but he can’t tear his focus away from your ass moving against its will through the force of your tail.

“But that’s not the big difference, is it?” he continues, “No. The real reason you want my cock is cause you want daddy to breed you, huh?”

As soon as it leaves his mouth, it’s like his mental buzzer is letting him know he’s won the grand prize. Everything about you goes haywire. You lock around his leg while your hips rut like you’re in heat. Your tail whips around so fast he thinks it could create a breeze.

“Uh huh, daddy- ah! Mm… just wanna be bred. Need it,” you ramble.

He feels his cock twitching in his pants. He’s sure when he actually does get it in you, he’s not gonna last too long. It’s straining against the zipper as is, and he can’t stop rubbing it. He’s almost as bad as you on the boot.

“I know you do. Silly little puppy. That’s always what you need,” he coos, “Just need to be pumped full of cum. My sweet girl.”

Your tongue is half lolled out of your mouth by this point. You’re past going dumb. Your head is swimming around in absolute thoughtlessness. Not a care in the world besides getting yourself to cum all over daddy’s boot.

He nearly groans out loud from the sight of it. He can feel the warmth of your pussy all over his shoe, the plush of your thighs clamped near the sides.

“You’re doing perfect, baby,” he mutters, “You’re gonna get your treat, I promise. Just let daddy watch you cum, and I’ll make sure you get your fill.”

You want to whimper “ok, daddy,” but your mind is too far gone for words. All that comes out is a strangled amalgamation of sounds accompanied by your head wobbling up and down. And the whole time swish swish swish.

Your swollen little clit had more than enough stimulation to get you to burst. Pants turn to gasps and fluid movements sharpen. You mumble against his leg, your lips squishing all over his pants and wetting them even more with your spit.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, which is enough to get another loud moan out of you. He chuckles and continues watching with his half-lidded, lustful eyes.

As the movement of your hips slow, your tail’s swings weaken. He still strokes your head as you catch your breath. Your chest puffs in and out while you feel your skin cooling down. It was hard not to get sleepy after you came, but before you have to worry about falling asleep at his feet, Leon scoops you up and holds you on his lap.

Rubbing your back, he presses some kisses to your forehead and temple. “There’s my girl. How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Good, daddy,” you mutter against his shirt.

“Yeah? You think you’re up for daddy breeding you for real now?” he whispers.

And suddenly, you’re not so sleepy. You sit up straight in time with your ears perking up. You nod and give him a lazy smile. He can’t see it, but he can feel that tail already starting to wag again.

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #4

PAIRING: Kim Mingyu x f! Reader

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Possessive!Mingyu, Cum eating, use of handcuffs, dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex, subspace, daddy kink.

WORDCOUNT: 1.1k

A/N: I would like to apologize for not posting the whole week y'all, but I hope this is good! (Although I'm quite insecure about this)

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Mingyu's hand had a possessive grip over your waist, his other wrapped around the back of your neck pulling your lips into his. His lips moved furiously against yours. You wince in pain when his teeth nibble down on your lower lip. Your wrists are soon confined in between his thick fingers.

He pushes you against your wall, mumbling ‘mine’ after every kiss he meets your lips with. His tongue intertwines with yours, desperate to taste every inch of you. Your nostrils flare slightly from short of breath while your pants interrupt your make-out session.

Mingyu finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your parted lips. His hand which gripped on your wrists – now came down to squeeze your ass rather aggressively. Before retrieving to come down harshly on your clothes butt. “Did you perhaps forget who you belong to, princess?”

A reply barely reaches your brain when you are thrown over his muscular shoulders. His smuscles constricted under your skin – arousal pooled in between your thighs from the movement.

Placing you down on the bed, Mingyu was fast in pushing your body down with his – while his lips worked their way from your jawline to the sweet spot on the flesh of your neck. His tongue glided over the mark his teeth bit, eliciting pleasure like current through your body. The pleasure coaxed your mind into turning hazy as your eyes closed due to the blissful feeling.

But you're immediately pulled out of your maze by Mingyu tugging your head back, a loan gets caught in your throat. “Aren't you enjoying this a little too much? We should take care of it shouldn't we?”

No sooner did his sentence come to an end than a clank was heard. You feel the metallic confining feeling around your hands – your mind barely comprehends the said action. His hands come down from your wrists to your jaw, squeezing your cheeks lightly causing your lips to pucker.

A sudden jolt of pain ripples from your pussy – making you realise his thick fingers slapped down on your clit roughly. “Who do you belong to? Who does this pussy belong to?” His tone was authoritative, coaxing you into obeying. “Yours” Another slap comes down on your pussy, “Gonna make sure you remember that well.” His tone turned more dominating, his middle finger sneaking in between your folds. He rubs circles on your flesh, causing slick to leak out.

You chant his name loudly when the pads of his fingers rub your clit at a faster pace, your hands thrashing to grasp onto his biceps, like you usually did, but only for a whine to fall off your lips due to the failed attempt. Mingyu’s lips stretch into a menacing grin, as his other hand comes down to slap your pussy yet again.

The pain mixed with the pleasure, and the overwhelming pleasure had you cumming on to his fingers in no time. Your back arches from the pleasure circulating through your nerves, but the sight of Mingyu pulling his fingers away from your pussy to lick off your cum coating his fingers with his eyes intently staring into your eyes – swiftly has your juices pooling again.

It didn’t take long for Mingyu to notice the way your hole needily fluttered around nothing – drawing a mocking chuckle from him. His index and middle finger didn’t resist the urge to bury themselves in between your walls again. “Daddy-” a choked sob from your own throat stopped your sentence when his fingers started moving relentlessly in you. Mingyu hums, as if asking you to complete your sentence when he obviously had you falling apart around his thick fingers.

“What is it, love?” If you were in your right conscience – meaning if you weren’t about to squirt all over your boyfriend’s fingers – you would’ve slapped his shoulder for the feign curiosity in his tone. But the nickname rather pushed you down to your headspace. Tiny tears prick at the corner of your eyes when his fingers pumped faster in you, bringing you to your second orgasm faster than you could process the first one.

A drawl of his name followed by a loud whine was enough for Mingyu to uncuff your hands without a thought. He brings your almost bruised wrists to his plumpy lips. Pressing light feathery kisses before, he pulls away.

You had been floating in your pleasurable bliss to notice Mingyu had gotten rid of his pants and boxers until the feeling of the tip of his cock prodding against your entrance brought you out of your trance. “Let’s see how many rounds you can go before you turn into a whiny mess again.”

His husky voice, his large hands caressing your sore muscles and his veiny cock rubbing against your wet folds already had you turning into a whiny mess.

Mingyu barely gave you a warning before he slammed into you with a push, making your throat go dry and a breathy gasp to replace your whiny whimpers. Beads of tears swarmed in your eyes – you barely had a thought swimming in your head as his relentless thrusts turned you into nothing but a babbling mess.

His long fingers intertwined with your hair, pulling you up to smash his lips into yours. His movements were fast and rough but also possessive. His hips collided against yours to fill the room with skin-slapping noises.

Pulling away, Mingyu dragged his tongue across your cheek, groaning at the salty taste of your tears. “Fuck- your tears make me want to fuck you harder till all you can do is shed those pretty tears for me.” His words had your back arching as your walls clamped around him – cumming around his cock.

Mingyu groaned at the feeling of having his dick coated with your hot cum, his movements turning impossibly faster, forming a white ring around the base of his dick. But within a few minutes, he came inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cum.

Pulling out, a long stripe of white cum connected his dick to yours while the sight of cum leaking out of you had him cursing out.

Your head was back on the pillow, loud pants from both of you resonated throughout the room. He leaned down to peck your lips ever so softly, while his length slowly slid back inside you.

Your eyes widened from his action but Mingyu only drowned out any protest with a long kiss. Pulling away from your lips, a smug grin was painted on his face. “We’re not done till my dick is imprinted on your walls that you feel it for weeks.”

©️ WOOYOUNGMYBELOVEDHUSBAND.

[withwritersblock]

F.Y.B.F

~F.Y.B.F goodies remix by MC BXB~

Author's Note: this song scratches my brain and idk I just picture Jack to the song lmao. Not my most confident work lmao. italitcs are flashbacks Summary: Jack is the rebound guy and he's okay with that Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 1,515 Jack Hughes x fm!reader Part 2

Jack and Y/N have always had a flirtatious friendship. They’ve been friends for years, years of flirting, kissing, and touchiness. Whenever Y/N got into a relationship, Jack would back off but not entirely. He would never kiss her or cuddle with her when she was in a relationship but he would always flirt and casually remind her that he was always there if she wanted him.

Y/N never took him seriously. Ever since they were sixteen it was the same flirtatious speech that she always ignored. Today was no different. Jack has yet to meet said new boyfriend. They had only been together for a few feeks when Y/N brought him up. 

“Oh come on, what’s his name?” Jack forced out as he leaned beside her against the kitchen countertop. She rolled her eyes as she shifted her gaze towards him. Fighting the smirk on her lips as she met his squinted gaze. “Why won’t you tell me his name?” Jack asked as his gaze lowered from her eyes towards her glossed lips.

She pulled away from his lips, breathing heavily. Her nose bumped against his as his hands slowly lowered around her ass. He tightened his grip as he tilted his head back. He licked his lips as he looked towards her through his lashes as he smirked. 

“Do I get a few business days on when we stop our little arrangement,” he mumbled as he continued running his hands suductively along the sweatpants covering her ass. She rolled her eyes playfully as she ran her thumbs across his jawline. “I mean I would like to know ahead of time when you leave me again,” he whispered as he stared towards her plump lips.

“Don’t be so dramatic, J,” she leaned away from him. Sliding her hands suductively along his chest before she climbed off of his lap. “It’s not like we do anything actually fun,” she teased as she walked towards her kitchen to get a bottle of water for herself and Jack.

“We can start doing actual fun right now, if you just say the word,” he sat up slightly, looking towards her. 

“If I remember correctly the no sex rule was your idea,” she offered as she carried two water bottles towards the couch. Jack held out his hand as she tossed it towards him. He caught it shortly before she climbed onto his lap again, purposely moving to get a reaction out of him. He shut his eyes, a breathy moan left his lips. She drank the water quickly before she delicately placed it onto the coffee table. 

“Well, you get a new boyfriend every few months, so I didn’t want to get too crazy with you, baby,” he placed the water bottle onto the coffee table. He pressed his lips together as he continued to admire her frame. 

“It’s not every few months,” she leaned down as she ran her thumb across his bottom lip, “Have you thought, maybe I miss kissing you that’s why I break up with them?” she whispered as he pressed his lips against her finger. 

“Kiss me, baby girl,” he whispered. She smiled as she leaned down and kissed his lips urgently. 

“Because if I told you then you would ask more questions and I do not want to answer any questions right now,” Y/N offered as she tilted her head away from Jack’s.

“Does he have a weird name or something? I know it’s probably not as moanable as Jack is but-”

“Jack!” she scolded in a whiny voice.

“See, very nice to hear,” Jack teased as he leaned towards her.

“Why do you do this?” Y/N asked softly as she scanned his features. He shrugged as he reluctantly walked away from her. He licked his lips as he scanned her frame, “I mean seriously Jack,” she mumbled. 

Jack nodded slowly as he tilted his head to the side. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to kiss her. Take her back to his bedroom, show her why they would be perfect together. Why he was perfect for her. How fulfilled he could make her feel. 

Jack took a shaky breath as he smirked. “Why do you do this?” he returned the question. “Why do you find a random guy to date for three months just to end up in my bed once you’re bored with him? This is your pattern,” he let out confidently. He crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I’m not complaining, I love having you in my bed,” he let out as he walked towards her. He paused as he rested his hand onto her hip, forcing her to lean against the countertop. Her breath caught in her throat as she scanned his features. He leaned towards her, licking his lips. He met her gaze, trying to read her eyes.

“Wish we were there right now,” he leaned towards her, his lips nearly pressing against hers. He kept a small distance, but the heat rising onto his cheeks. “But you have a boyfriend,” he forced out as he walked away towards the couch. “Or a boy-toy or whoever and I unfortunately so unfortunately have to listen to that,” he clenched his jaw.

He smirked as he looked down towards the simple text from Y/N saying she was waiting outside of his apartment. Luke was asleep, as it was well past one in the morning.  Jack stood up from the couch as he walked towards the door. Unlocking the door, he pulled it open to see a sad smile on Y/N’s lips. 

“Hey,” she mumbled out. 

“Come cuddle, baby,” he let out as he opened his arms slightly. She pouted her lips as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. Jack let go of the door, letting it slowly shut. He tightly wrapped his arms around the center of back. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. 

“No, can we watch a movie?” she asked as she pulled away from him. He nodded as he held out his hand for her to take a hold of it. She gladly took a hold of it as she followed him towards his bedroom, quietly. 

He shut the door delicately behind her as he quickly took a hold of her waist. “Are we actually going to watch a movie?” he asked as he scanned her features, she shook her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she jumped into his arms. He quickly took a hold of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

It had been three months since they last were this close, so intimate. He urgently kissed her lips as he spun her around and guided her towards his bed. He slowly placed her down onto his bed. He climbed on top of her as he held himself up with one hand as well as he took a hold of her cheek as they continued to kiss with so much desperation. 

“I need you,” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled away, furrowing his eyebrows. “Jack,” she continued. He nodded urgently before he instantly began to kiss her lips. Something they’ve gotten very good at together.

After several minutes, he slowly pulled away as he began to trail kisses along her exposed neck. Sucking her skin, forming red spots, she’ll regret later; but right now they feel so good. He slowly looped his fingertips beneath the hem of her tank top as he slowly gilded it up her frame. Speeding up the process, she ripped it over her head as she tossed it to the other side of the bedroom. 

“Whenever you’re done with him, you know I’ll be waiting. Maybe for a permanent position,” Jack asked as he plopped down on the couch. She chuckled as she rolled her eyes playfully, “Why do you always think I’m joking when I say stuff like that. It’s not a ridiculous idea that I would want to be with you,” he explained nonchalantly. 

She swallowed hard as she felt her heart race. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I have an issue with commitment,” she let out as she walked towards the couch, purposely sitting on the opposite side of the couch. Leaving enough room so she doesn’t do anything she will regret. 

“Not really,” Jack mumbled as he leaned back against the couch, he rested his arm on the top of it as a cocky grin formed to his lips. He shifted his gaze towards her, scanning his features. “You can commit to one thing,” he let out.

“What’s that?” she asked knowingly. 

“Who do you always come running to when you break up with your boyfriend or boy-toy? Me. You always come back baby,” he scooted across the couch, leaning his body into her.

She rolled her eyes playfully as she tilted her head back as she turned her gaze towards him. “You are so annoying,” she forced out with a grin. 

“You know you love it,” he mumbled out.

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Nightmares

The start of my Astarion rabbithole begins here...

Summary: You can't sleep without Astarion. Even still, nightmares continue to haunt you but Astarion vows to do all he can to ease your pain.

“Yes darling?” Astarion asks the moment he feels your face collide with his back, lifting his gaze from his book. Your arms wrap around his waist, pressing his body against yours and Astarion will never tell you how much he loves that feeling. No matter what you bribe him with.

You incoherently mumble something in return, burying your face into the back of his shirt.

“I can’t quite make out what you just said, dearest. You’ll have to speak up a bit more,” he bites back a laugh at how you give an angry grumble in response and closes the book, gently prying you off him.

Turning around to face you, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before tilting your chin up so that he can press another kiss to your lips, his cold slender fingers gliding over your warm skin. The tip of his index finger traces along your jawline as he hungrily kisses you deeper, his other hand tangled in your hair.

You kiss him back with equal fervour, eyes closed. His fangs graze your bottom lip, drawing a hint of blood which he immediately licks up, letting out a soft moan at the sweetness that floods his tongue.

“You still have not told me what it is you desire, my sweet,” he nuzzles into your hair, arms wrapped tightly around you. His book lies on the ground long forgotten, all that he can think about is how nice you feel in his embrace, as though you were made for it.

“Cuddle,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “Can’t sleep without you.”

“You miss me that much, dearest?” He teases. “Come along then, you need your sleep.” He pretends as though your words haven’t set his ears on fire, that the sudden rush of warmth in his chest wasn’t caused by your proclamation of how much you wanted his presence and gently guides you back to your tent, barely remembering to pick his book up.

Once he’s tucked you into your bedroll, pushing hair out of your face before you start sneezing from the tickles, he removes his tunic and gets comfortable by your side. The moment he lies down, you snuggle up to him, burying your face in his chest. Your body curls up, fitting against his like a puzzle piece.

“Good night, Astarion,” you murmur drowsily.

“Good night, my sweet,” he runs his fingers through your hair, the motion lulling you to sleep like it always does. He relishes in the way your hair smoothly parts for his fingers, the softness of the strands brushing against his skin. Ever since he introduced his hair routine to you, your hair condition had been improving and he was pleased with how much you loved to show it off to him.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift off, lips parting slightly as your chest gently rises and falls with each breath. Astarion enjoys this part of your nightly cuddles the most, it reminds him of why he fights so hard each and every day. If he had to withstand the exhausting hikes, fights and idiocy of the rest of the party just to see the small smile of contentment on your face when you slept, he would do it for an eternity without hesitation. All that mattered to him was that you were happy, safe. Free.

He gently hums a tune he remembers you humming before, resisting the urge to kiss you over and over again, knowing that it would wake you up. His fingers dance along your back, tracing the scars that mar it. He’s long memorised each and every single one of them, whether it be from the passionate nightly activities or simply cuddling, just like tonight. Even though you find them disgusting, he finds them beautiful. They are signs of what has failed to kill you, of what you’ve pulled through. They told those who saw that that you were strong, that you were a survivor.

He finds himself tracing over the thin scar lines along your arm that wrap around like vines. You’ve never told them where you got them from, each time he tries to breach the topic you shy away, changing the subject with a laugh. He knows glimpses of your past from the nights the two of you have sat together under the moonlight, talking about whatever came to mind at the moment, but he never quite got the full picture. You purposely avoided talking about certain things and he never once probed further out of respect for your privacy, but moments like this make him wonder what someone as cheerful and bright as you had been through to become a completely different person when such topics were discussed.

Still, he won’t push you further than you’re comfortable with. You’ve never done it to him, even if it clearly frustrated you how little he was willing to divulge and he respected you for that. You would tell him about the scars on your arm when you were comfortable with it, he knew, and he could wait. He was a vampire spawn, he had the time to wait.

You shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowed and fingernails digging into the bedroll beneath. A nightmare .

Astarion gently rubs your back, whispering sweet assurances into your ear and pressing his forehead against yours, hoping it will calm you down. The whimper that escapes your lips breaks his undead heart and he wishes he could enter dreams, just so that he could fight off whatever nightmare was plaguing you tonight.

“It’s alright, love. It’s just a nightmare,” he whispers, despising how powerless he is. “I’m always right here, right by your side.”

“Star,” you whimper, eyes cracking open. “Help. Hurts.”

He desperately presses more kisses to the top of your head, holding you tightly. “I’m right here, I’m right here.”

He repeats the three words over and over again like a mantra, cradling you as you cry into his chest, sobs wracking your body. His hand rests on the back of your head, his body curled around yours to shield you from the world.

“Let it all out. No one else is here,” he murmurs. You cry even harder at his words, gasping between each sob until you have no tears left to give. He ignores how your fingernails have dug into his shoulders so much that you’ve drawn blood, far more concerned about how you are feeling.

“I’m sorry,” the words feel thick in your throat. You wipe your eyes, looking up at him with such pain in your eyes and sniffle.

“Don’t be, love. We all need a little space to cry.” He presses his lips to your warm, tear-stained skin, willing all your pain away.

Wrapped in his comforting embrace, you slowly drift back to sleep with the feeling of his hand rubbing circles on your back. Once he’s sure you’ve properly fallen asleep, he lets himself slip into a meditative half-trance, but always keeps an ear out for you just in case. He won’t ever leave you to face your demons alone. You’d do the same for him anyways, he’s just repaying the favour, right?

You reach out towards him in your slumber, throwing an arm around him so that you can pull him closer. Your breath tickles his skin and something within his chest squeezes, taking his breath away.

I love you, his lips form the words but no sound comes out. Watching your now peacefully slumbering form, his undead heart comes back to life but words still fail him. For now, he’ll resign himself to practising the words so that when the moment comes, he will be able to say them, and know you will say them back.

[biteofcherry]

Soaked

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Little Worshiper Masterlist

Main Masterlist

summary: After dinner, Bucky and Steve take you home for some dessert entertainment...

warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation

This is a follow-up to Drip.

Even if most of your fantasies included that view, you didn’t expect the dinner Bucky and Steve took you out on would end in their bedroom, with the two of them making out in all their naked glory. 

Yes, a part of you hoped for more, since they left you empty and needy. 

But you didn’t imagine yourself tied to the metal canopy, while the two super soldiers gave you a first row show. 

They made you undress them first; tending to each of them like a servant to her masters. Their mouths teased your skin when they urged you to take off your own clothes, mocking the way your fingers trembled. 

When Bucky led you to the bed, your heart and stomach were doing all sorts of somersaults in anticipation. Then everything froze for a long second, only to awaken in much stronger visceral reaction as he stretched your arms up and out in a V-shape and bound your wrists to the sturdy canopy. 

Steve’s hand slipped down your spine, over your ass and between your legs; he cupped your wet pussy and hummed in satisfaction. 

Then left you desperate. 

You became a passive audience to the beauty and hotness displayed in front of you as both men climbed onto the bed and touched each other. Each kiss they shared, each moan they drew from the other one, increased your frustration. Not only you weren’t allowed to join, to at least give them pleasure like you had in the showers, but you couldn’t chase your own release. 

You drank in all the details - how Steve liked to take the lead even when kissing Bucky senseless; the way Bucky didn’t hesitate to use his metal arm when gripping Steve; that Bucky tended to pull from a kiss tugging his partner’s bottom lip between his teeth; or how Steve’s eyes closed briefly when Bucky’s fingers combed through his hair. 

And they were a stunning sight. 

Masterpieces.

Heavy mass sculpted so perfectly. Not the contour of their abs, though it was impressive, but the slopes of their shoulders and asses, the soft lines of their faces contrasting with sharp jawlines. 

Steve’s hands explored all over Bucky’s body, while the Soldier’s hands kept mostly groping Steve’s ass and pulling him closer. 

When Bucky slid one of his hands between their bodies and squeezed their cocks together, you couldn’t help the whimper that fell out of your mouth.

Nor the way your empty pussy clenched in longing.  

“Aww,” Bucky chuckled, glancing your way. “I think our little worshiper is enjoying the show.” 

Steve angled his head, so that he could see your strung up body. He licked a broad stripe up Bucky’s neck, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. 

“I guess we ought to make sure her attention stays where it’s supposed to,” he finally said, slowly pulling away from Bucky, “and not on that small, pulsing clit she’s trying to relieve by rubbing her thighs together.”

His sharp gaze flicked to where you were squeezing your legs together, searching for any sense of friction. Under his scrutiny and low warning in his tone your clit throbbed harder, your nipples stiffened into aching points. 

They moved. Steve got off the bed and Bucky crawled towards you across the mattress. Their predatory attention roused your body further, quickening your breath as your gaze flicked from one to the other, your thoughts racing with ideas of what torment they may have in store for you. 

Bucky’s breath tickled your belly as he leaned in really close. His lips ghosted over your skin, moving upwards to your breasts. He flicked one of your nipples with the tip of his tongue, laughing softly when your whole body seized at the slightest contact. 

He distracted you enough that you forgot about Steve’s potentially evil plan. Until he knelt back on the bed and slipped a hand under one of your knees. 

Steve pulled your leg up, so your foot rested on the mattress, then angled it to the side. With a belt, which he had to retrieve from the floor or one of their closets, he bound your ankle to the metal pole of the bed frame. Exposing your soaked folds and depriving your swollen nub from any stimulation other than mere gust of air. 

“You’re such a pretty sight, starburst.” Steve praised, as he moved to kneel behind Bucky.

Both of them studied you like a magnificent piece of art - panting, desperate, helpless piece of art. 

“She really is,” Bucky agreed, leaning his head against Steve’s shoulder. “We should keep her like that, Steve.” 

Bucky arched slightly when Steve’s hands ran along his thighs. One moving up and splaying on Bucky’s belly, while the other fisted his cock. 

“Displayed for our pleasure,” Bucky’s voice turned breathless as Steve’s fingers tightened their grip and began stroking him faster. 

“Looking beautiful and hungry for any stimulation. Eager for our cum anywhere.” His hips rocked in rhythm with Steve’s pace; his own arm thrown around Steve’s neck, while his metal fingers dug into Steve’s thigh. 

“On her tits, her face. In her sweet mouth. In her tight holes.”

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help the desperate cry. 

You yanked on your bonds, but there was no way for you to get out of them. You couldn’t join the two men on the bed, feel their warmth or their touch, which you craved so deeply. Couldn’t even serve them, be good for them and earn praise for your devotion. 

“Not yet, pet,” came Steve’s amused response. “Not for you, anyway. But you can enjoy the view of Bucky getting fucked.” 

Bucky’s moan of agreement isn’t as enthusiastic as yours. 

You never knew it can physically hurt to be so aroused, but your nipples ache as you watch Steve roll on a condom. Your walls flutter when he rubs lube between Bucky’s asscheks and stretches him on two fingers at first. 

You’ve had half of Steve’s cock in your mouth before, unable to take the whole thing - neither could Bucky’s - and the thought of it stretching your other holes made you tremble both in fear and excitement. As he prepared Bucky, who was used to taking it after all, the pleasure written on the brunette’s face deepened your yearning. 

Your hips jerked uncontrollably when Steve finally slid inside Bucky and their hips met as he bottomed out. Their combined groans had you dripping down your thigh. 

And when you heard their whispered, almost broken I love you, your own heart sobbed in longing for the connection and devotion they shared.

Their pace was slow at first, building up the tension. You imagined them taking the time with you when they stretched you on their cocks, patiently allowing your unused holes to adjust, before they fucked you senseless. 

Then the tempo quickened, Bucky’s ass bouncing up and down to meet Steve’s hard thrusts. One of Steve’s hands slid down Bucky’s abdomen, fingers slowly encircling his girth. Bucky’s own fingers clasped over Steve’s and they both started rubbing his length in practiced rhythm. 

You wanted to be a part of it so much! Touch them in reverence; jerk Bucky off or have him in your mouth while Steve fucked him; taste their lips and rub yourself all over them. But you could only watch and drip for them. 

“ ‘M gonna cum, babe,” Bucky groaned, squeezing his fingers tighter over Steve. 

Steve’s responding growl was almost as desperate, betraying how close to completion he was himself. They shared a messy kiss, with Bucky’s head angled to the side. 

Seconds before Bucky came with a short shout, Steve’s gaze flicked up to you. You stared into his blue irises, your own lips parted on heavy breaths, as he reached his own peak in a few hard thrusts. And though you weren’t touching them, nor feeling their warmth, you felt intimately connected. 

Suddenly, it dawned on you, that you’ve been a part of that intimacy all along. 

It gave you a sense of satisfaction unlike orgasm (though you still craved that, too). 

Your head lolled to the side, resting against one of your outstretched arms as you watched a blissed out smile stretch on Bucky’s lips. Steve kissed his shoulder sweetly before detangling from him. 

Through half-closed eyelids you followed Steve’s moves as he got out of bed and got rid of the soiled condom. Your attention piqued anew when his steps redirected your way. 

“Come on, starburst,” Steve quickly untied you from the frame, keeping one of his arms gently wrapped around your middle to steady your wobbly body. 

“Clean Bucky up,” he helped you get onto the bed, his hands staying on your hips as he added- “and I’ll clean you.” 

You weren’t sure if it was the prospect of Steve’s tongue on you, or your eagerness to get a taste of Bucky, but a pitiful keen bubbled out on your lips. Steve’s thumbs ran soothing circles on your hips, Bucky cupped the side of your face. 

“You’re doing so good, little worshiper,” Bucky smiled softly at you. “Now serve properly.” 

He pulled your face toward his middle where splashes of cum glistened on his skin. You wetted your lips before leaning in and kissing the tip of his softening cock with a reverence worthy of a true worshiper. Then you licked one of the strips of thick cum running down Bucky’s abdomen. 

The next stroke of your tongue turned messy, breaking on a loud gasp as you felt Steve’s tongue licking up the inside of your thigh. 

You took a shaky breath, trying to focus again on your task and the feel of Bucky’s fingers caressing your head. It was proving rather hard with Steve’s mouth reaching your cunt.

“Oh, she’s soaked.” Steve sounded most delighted with the discovery. 

When he pulled your thighs further apart and kissed your puffy folds in the dirtiest, hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced, you fell forward. 

Your cheek pressed into Bucky’s belly, your hands gripping his thighs so tightly you almost broke his skin with your fingernails. 

“How does she taste?” You barely heard Bucky’s voice over the rush of blood pounding in your head. 

You moaned as Steve dipped his tongue between your folds and over your clit. A whine followed when he pulled away. You felt their bodies shift slightly and then a hum of muffled moans coming from above you. 

When you tilted your head up, you saw Bucky and Steve kissing, sharing your taste. 

“Delicious.” Bucky grinned then looked down at you. 

He gripped the back of your head and lightly jerked his hips.

“Even worshipers tasting like a perfectly sweet-and-tart dessert have to remain dutiful, starburst. Get back to your task.” 

You returned to kissing and licking him clean eagerly. It brought you tingling pleasure, especially when you managed to draw out little groans from Bucky. Part of your motivation was driven by the return of Steve’s mouth on you, as well. 

To your great dismay, however, he’s done his task so strategically perfectly that he drove you to near climax, but stopped before you could reach it. Leaving you actually clean, but maddeningly frustrated. 

When they deemed you’ve done well enough work on Bucky, they helped you up into a sitting position. Your side rested against Steve, while Bucky plopped down in front of you.

“We’d love for you to stay for the night with us.” Bucky invited, patting the soft covers. 

Your gaze flicked from him to Steve. Your clit was still throbbing and if one of them just slipped a finger between your folds, or perhaps a thigh between your legs that you could grind on…

“To sleep, starburst,” Steve laughed softly.

“If you’d rather go home, I’ll walk you to your apartment.” He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger- “But you’re not allowed to cum, anyway.” 

“Whether you’re in your own bed, or squeezed between us here, your orgasms belong to us,” Bucky smirked. 

You frowned. Couldn’t stop the pout from forming on your lips, either. They’ve been holding you on edge for so long, denying you the peak of satisfaction.

At the same time, what they’ve given you has brought you sensations you’ve never focused on before. And servicing them was a pleasure and kind of completion itself, though you never considered it could feel like this. 

“Poor thing,” Bucky propped his head on his hand, his smirk turning into a grin. “She fears we’ll never let her cum.”

“Ridiculous thought.” Steve flashed you an equally evil grin. “She’s so good for us and good little worshipers get rewarded. Eventually.”  

“So-” Bucky rolled onto his back and wiggled up the mattress, until his head rested on a pillow. He pulled up the corner of the covers and slid beneath it. “You want to stay the night, or get back to your place?” He asked, keeping the covers up in invitation. 

You huffed and sagged a little. You did notice how Steve welcomed more of your weight resting against him, his mischievous grin softening into a fond smile. 

“I’d like to stay,” you grumbled, glaring at them when they laughed at your petulant tone. 

Sexual frustration still kept you on edge as you settled next to Bucky, spiking higher when Steve pressed against your other side. But it slowly melted into a sense of comfort and safety the more minutes passed with you cocooned in their warmth.

[southerngothicchic]

Just a quick, little "wet Steve" thought 🥴

You're standing at the bathroom sink, having just finished brushing your teeth. You smile as you listen to your boyfriend sing along to the song that's playing on the nearby radio. The water from the shower almost muffles his voice, but you can still hear him, much to your delight.

'Who knew Steve Harrington could sing?' You wonder to yourself as you glance up to the mirror and see him emerging from the shower.

You watch as he grabs a towel and quickly wraps it around his waist. Your eyes travel his reflection, fixating on the water dripping from the ends of his hair to the little droplets covering his chest. You salivate at the thought of pressing your tongue to his skin and licking him all over.

He's not oblivious to how you're staring at him, as a smirk forms on his lips. He recalls how he's seen that look in your eyes before - at his post graduation pool party. That was the night he finally kissed you, and you've been together ever since.

He saunters over to you while you turn to face him. He slips his large, wet hands under your sleep shirt, briefly gripping your hips before lifting you up and sitting you on the edge of the sink. You reflexively drape your arms around his neck as he leans in close.

"Something you wanna say, angel?" He asks, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Nothing that you haven't already heard before," you reply, with a smile, reaching up to run your fingers through his damp hair.

"I still wanna hear it," he presses, as his lips brush your cheek. "Are you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to use my powers of persuasion?" He grins, before trailing kisses across your cheek, to your jawline.

You softly sigh as you feel his teeth nip at your skin. You know he'll leave new hickies to replace the already faded ones. You fight the urge to close your eyes as your gaze settles on his still glistening neck. You pull him even closer, earning a low groan from him. Turning your head slightly, you press your tongue to his skin, collecting tiny beads of water as you lick upwards.

He shudders and moans into your neck. You then press a couple wet kisses to every freckle you can before tasting his skin on your tongue again.

"Fuck, dont stop..." he breathes, resting his forehead against your clothed shoulder.

With a smirk of your own, you lick and kiss your way up to his ear, softly nibbling on his earlobe as he whimpers so prettily. Your fingers curl in his hair that falls around the nape of his neck, before gently tugging his head back. He gasps, his mouth hanging open when you lick the column of his throat.

His brain short circuits as he's straining against the towel, possibly the hardest he's ever been in his life. He thinks if he doesn't fuck you soon, he'll die.

"God, you're so fucking hot..." he pants, as your eyes meet his.

"So are you, Stevie," you smile, releasing your hold on his hair.

His lips are instantly on yours, as he kisses you roughly. His towel then drops to the floor, followed by your shirt. He pushes your panties to the side before eagerly thrusting into you. You wrap yourself around him, as much as you can, as he fucks you hard and fast.

Afterwards, he leans his now sweaty forehead to yours, as you each try to catch your breath.

"So, do you still have something you wanna tell me, angel?" He quietly asks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

"Yeah," you smile. "I love you."

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

💥slams into your room like a ragoll

Some fluff idea for you, with Simon

Simon, who loved discovering new things about you, whether it was the way your eyes crinkled more than other smiles when you were super excited to share something, something you'd hyperfixate on for the next four months or so, or the way your giggles gave you away before you could even tell him the story.

So how about writing this, he leans about the lil nose scrunches you do when he kisses the tip of your nose today…and he starts kissing more all over your face just to find out what else you do at certain places he kiss, sending you into a giggling blushing mess :3

- ya not so suspicious panda 🐼

you better repair my door u evil panda

A whole bag of sugar’s been added into this drabble

Simon Exploring Your Cute Reactions

Simon’s in love with your little reactions, hence discovering new things from you is his daily mission.

Like how you accidentally added salt instead of sugar into your tea yesterday, and stuck your tongue out when the unexpected saltiness hit you.

or how you yelled out his name in a hurried tone, and as he rushed to check if you were alright, it was just you showing him the flower you tried to grow finally had a little bud after countless times of failure.

He sometimes wonders why you have so many different expressions, but he sees this part of you as a treasure chest, providing sparkles of anticipation to his life.

Now Simon sits on the couch, with you sitting on his lap, reading the ‘For Plant Killers: how to keep a plant without needing a brain’ book. He looks at you burying your face in the pages with a serious frown, the urge to kiss you is too difficult for him to resist.

“Oh!” You let out a little squeak as you raise your head from the book, eyes wide with curiosity, like a surprised bunny, his mind notes it as he plants another kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Hey, what you doing?” Your little nose scrunches at the touch, triggering his enjoyment with how cute you’re doing it.

Simon just shakes his head, and continues exploring.

Another kiss lands on your eyelid this time, your feather-like eyelashes flutter as you giggle at the itchy feeling.

“Stop you silly man, what are you doing?” You catch his cheeks between your palms after he gives your temple a kiss that lasts longer.

You’re a blushing mess right now, face inches from his, so he’s able to take a good look at the pink smears across your face, making you more vivid and splendid.

“Researching.” He shrugs.

“Well, now’s my time to do some research.”

The chuckles are unstoppable as you start your revenge, from the brushing of your lips at his jawline, a open mouth kiss on his face, to the light pecks at his freckles.

“Not so composed now, huh?” A devious grin plays on your glossy lips when you take a rest from your attacks, looking at him with joy-glinting eyes.

He knows his face is red like an apple now, he can sense the heat gathering at his cheeks, but in front of you, there’s no need to hide his true emotions. Not to mention, he’s on the cusp of victory, since the ace card for this cheeky game of you two is between his fingers.

“Do you remember to water your plant today?”

“oh shit!” Realization strikes you like lightning. You jump off his lap, leaving Simon a glimpse of your hasty figure as you disappear behind the corner.

Tons of discoveries today, he licks his chops while taking a sip from the lukewarm tea.

What will he find tomorrow? He leans back and taps unconsciously at your book. You’re like a mystery bag, he doesn’t think he’s able to guess what’s inside, but hey, your priceless demeanors are worth spending time exploring, and he’s already looking forward to tomorrow’s investigation.

[ddejavvu]

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

summary: you think anakin's scar is sexy // based on this post and the line, "during heated moments of course, when you dig your nails into his face as he prompts you to 'give me another one, baby. cut me open, make me bleed.'"

cw: smut, minors dni. blood/gore (she scratches him and draws blood), don't like don't read.

Sex with Anakin is a bloody thing; the rush of it through your ears and the tang of it on your tongue as your spit runs hot. Though it mainly stays beneath your skin, rising to the surface to splotch you purple here and there, it occasionally surfaces due to the harsh bite of Anakin's teeth.

He's latched onto your shoulder now, some base instinct he doesn't bother to combat. He grunts against your skin as he ruts into you, teeth digging sharply into your skin. He hasn't broken it, but he will if he clamps down harder, and there's no telling what he'll do.

"Fuck, Anakin," You wince at the pain that's boiling your blood, sending shockwaves of its heat to your core, "Be- be careful, you're gonna leave a- mm! - a scar."

He exhales through his nose; you feel the breath against your shoulder.

His pace doesn't slow, but his teeth unlatch from your shoulder, leaving strings of spit behind, and his lips press there lazily.

"You and scars," He hums thoughtfully, almost amusedly, "You fuckin' love 'em, don't you?"

"Hm?" Is all you can manage as Anakin latches to your jaw now, his lip a tight, sucking ring.

"You love my fucking scar," He accuses, licking a hot stripe of saliva up your jawline and over your cheek. It puts the aforementioned scar in your view, and you admire the way it cuts jaggedly close to his eye.

He's right; it's hot.

"I do," You breathe, really more of a moan as Anakin's dick prods deep into your sensitive cunt, "I- It's so pretty, Ani."

"Yeah?" He asks, breath hitting your face, "Give me another one, then."

"What?"

"Give me another one," He repeats, breaking the bruising seal that his hand has had over your hip since he'd first laid over you. He lifts his hand to take your own, bringing it up to his face and setting it over his eye. Your nails rest gently against his tan skin, and his breath shudders when he exhales over your mouth.

"Dig your fucking nails into me, baby. Give me another scar- cut me open and make me fucking bleed."

"Anakin!" You protest, momentarily horrified, "I- I can't do that! I can't hurt you!"

"You can," He urges- no, begs, his hips snapping faster and faster into yours as he smashes your hand to his face, feeling the bite of your nails, "Do it, baby, fucking- fucking do it, give me another scar!"

"Anakin-"

"Do it!"

You let the heat of the moment seize you, and, though all five of your nails dig into his skin, one breaks through. You scrape your middle finger so harshly against his eyebrow that it draws blood, a crimson streak that lays lopsided and not quite parallel against his now-healed scar.

The burning pain that accompanies your nail's sharp edge is enough to push Anakin over the edge, and you feel yourself succumbing to your own orgasm as he begins to fuck his way through his inside of your spasming cunt. When the height of it takes him he nudges your hand out of the way and rubs his face against yours, leaving you with a gory smear of blood against your own eyebrow.

Something about it makes you sob; not sadness or anger, but perhaps sheer viscerality. Anakin's blood on your face feels cosmically binding, wrought from the edge of your nail at his heated insistence. He feels the shake of your chest as he collapses above you, his dick still inside of you though it softens now that he's spent.

"Shit," Is all he can offer, and you agree.

"Does it hurt?" You ask curiously, knowing that an apology will be dismissed; he'd begged for it, after all.

"A bit," He shrugs, eyes shut despite the crimson stain just left of them, "I've had worse."

"It'll scar," You note, perhaps stating the obvious but acknowledging it now for the first time.

"Yeah. Now I've got double the sex appeal," Anakin nods absentmindedly against your chest, more focused on regaining his breath, "And every time you see it you'll think of how you gave it to me."

[superrsstaargirrl13]

Pretty Girl-One shot

Genre - Established relationship, yoongi x female reader, smut, little bit of fluff

Word count-2,345

Summary- The one where taking an innocent nap with Yoongi quickly becomes not so innocent.

Warnings- Producer yoongi! Stay at home cute gf! Yoongi is a little mean if you squint, Yoongi calls reader (slut, pretty girl, whore, baby), bit of a size kink, spit kink, Yoongi slaps reader in the face twice I believe, hair pulling kink, multiple orgasms, cum eating, reader has a daddy kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, bit of fluff, established relationship.

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It was around 2pm, when Yoongi decided he was tired and needed a nap. Of course I climbed in with him even if I had no sign of exhaust just for the mere fact of wanting to be close to him.

It was now 3:43pm and Yoongi is still dead asleep, pretty lips pouted one hand to his side, the other on my thigh as I keep my leg wrapped around his waist. I feel so bad for having the strongest urge to wake him up. God it’s his fault for wanting to sleep in just boxers. Grey boxers to be exact.

I can clearly see his pretty cock’s outline and I have to admit it’s driving me insane. I can feel my paper thin panties begin to stick to my core.

He won’t be mad If I wake him will he?

He’s always so good to me. Always complying to my needs,he’ll help right ?

Fuck.

I know how tired he is. He’s so hardworking yet I want him so bad i can’t take it.

And so I call out to him.

I run my fingers across his chest painfully slow drawing circles right above his belly button.

I place a kiss on his neck, then drag my bottom lip from his neck to his ear, before placing a kiss on his ear and whispering to him

“baby..” fuck that came out whinier than I wanted it to

he hums

I move my hand from his stomach up to his hair as I rake my fingers across his soft black locs

“daddy..want you” I whisper out as I continue to kiss his neck.

The hand placed on waist moves to my ass giving it squeeze that makes me gasp against his ear

he chuckles at this, as he opens his eyes finding mine immediately

the same hand moves across my ass across my pussy as his middle and ring finger press against my core rubbing up and down painfully slow

“fuck, pussy’s drenched. How long you been horny baby why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

I pout at him and he kisses the pout away taking his other hand to rub my cheek with his thumb, the rest of his fingers grips my hair

“I’m all yours pretty girl, you can use me whenever you want me” his voice laced with sleep making it drop an octave.

I kiss him at that, his grip on my hair tightens and I moan against his lips rubbing myself against his fingers.

My hands traveled down to his crotch, palming him through his boxers. I feel him twitch against my hands as he moans against my lips

“tell me what you want, daddy’ll give you anything you need”

“want you to touch me, wanna feel your fingers deep inside me” I groan out, lips grazing against his jawline now

He pulls my panties to the side, his fingers immediately pressing on my clit as he rubs me painfully slow

“like this baby? this what you were feigning for?”

“mhmm”

I can’t even focus now, my hands have slowed down to a halt on his member as my nails graze his stomach trying to find a grip on his waist.

his fingers slow their assault on my clit, and he plunges two fingers in me without warning making me choke on a breath

I can feel his wrist press against my asshole with each push of his fingers making me choke out moans from the intense pleasure.

my legs spread even wider across his waist giving him even more access, he uses his other hand to tighten his grip on my hair pulling my head back as his lips latch onto my neck. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking.

my moans are loud now mixed with the wet noises from my core and his heavy breath against me

“fuuuckk, daddy fuck, so goood” my words come out elongated. no thoughts in my head just his fingers plunging in me at the perfect pace, hitting my gspot with every thrust

He suddenly pulls out of me, making me groan out. He just as fast takes those same fingers that were in me seconds ago and shoves them in his mouth, moaning as he tastes my arousal on his fingers.

he uses his other his other to pull my head closer to his, relasing his grip on my scalp to cup my cheeks harshly.

“open your mouth” he demands

I do just that, ready for whatever he’s going to give me

He spits right in my mouth, immediately caging my mouth closed forcing me to take it

“swallow it, slut”

Before I have time to form a thought, he sits his self up, hooks his arm under my thighs bringing me on his lap.

I now sit right on top of his cock, boxers probably drenched with my sex

I immediately take off the oversized shirt I had on, leaving me with just my panties on.

His mouth latches onto my right nipple taking his left hand and pinching my left nipple with this thumb and pointer.

I’m rubbing my dripping pussy against his crotch now, desperate for him to just fuck me in this same instant

“daddy please stop teasing just want your cock in me so bad” i’m moaning out to him

he laughs at this, that dry, evil laugh that makes me drip every time I hear it.

His mouth lets go of my reddened nipple, now just pressed against my chest as he looks up at me with blown out pupils

He takes his hands placing them behind his head as he licks his lips before saying

“Want daddy’s cock so bad pretty girl? Take it baby, use me like a toy, told ya i’m yours”

I don’t waste a second, hands latching onto his boxers as fast I can as his pretty cock springs out. I quickly push them off his legs and onto the floor.

Fuck it’s so pretty, In any other instance i’d play with it first

put him in my mouth, lick and suck on his head, while my hands massage his balls, But i’m so horny just need him in me.

And so i do just that. I don’t even take off my panties too desperate just keep it pushed to the side as I rub my clit on his mushroom head for just a second.

And then i’m grabbing onto it, pushing his thick cock inside of me

He’s so big it always burns just a little when he first goes in, especially when he doesn’t prepare me for it

But fuck the burn is so good, I don’t care. I let him sit in me for a bit let myself adjust to his size before I start rubbing myself against him.

my hands travel up his stomach, and up to his neck using both hands to grip on it.

He raises his eyebrow and smirks at this, not uttering a word letting me use him, like he said I should.

I now press my upper body against his, tits pressing against his chest as I start to bounce up and down slowly moving only my hips.

I can’t help the moans escaping my lips onto his neck as I kiss him there, desperate to feel as close to him as i can

He’s groaning out by now, telling me how good of a girl I am, how tight and warm and I feel. His words spur me on so much I feel myself tightening against his cock.

every time i pull back I feel my pussy tighten around his head pulling him back.

I’m sure he can feel it too because he takes his hands away from his head as he grabs onto my hips and pushing my body back so i’m now tilted backwards.

his large hand is pressing against my stomach, and I swear I can feel his cock all up my stomach his other hand has a tight grip on my hip.

“cmon baby, you’re doing so good using my cock to fuck yourself”

Hips still moving against his skin at a different angle as my hands now grip onto his thighs trying to make myself cum

I can sense his frustration as his hands grab onto my panties, he ripping them off with his bare hands, now grabbing onto my ass as he pulls me up and off his cock

quickly ripping the rest of the panties off and throwing it across the room

His hands hooks onto my back quickly turning me on my stomach, he grips my legs pulling them up so my ass is out in the air, then pressing my back down harshly as he slaps my inner thigh to open for him

He pushes back into me without warning, one hand pressed firmly against my back the other goes and grips my hair pushing my face against the mattress.

The new angle has me whining out.

my hands grip onto the sheets, as my eyes roll behind my head.

pussy so exhausted from all the robbed orgasms, that I feel it coming sooner than expected.

“cu-cuming” I announce with a high pitched moan as my ears start to ring and my legs start to feel like jello

I can hear his groans and him muttering something but I can’t even recall what, so cockdrunk all I can focus is him stretching me to my limit

He’s still thrusting into me with a hard and fast pace even after I cum, making me feel overstimulated I push a hand on his stomach begging him to slow down and that’s it’s too much.

“My girl can take it, Gonna leave this little pussy bruised baby, ain’t that what you wanted?”

“Woke me up all desperate to fuck this cock like a whore. You can take it pretty girl”

His grip on my hair stays just as strong as his other hand reaches under my stomach, toying with my swollen clit. He presses his body against my back.

Groaning against my ear, as my legs shake uncontrollably from the combination of his cock and his fingers

“fuck baby, feel you tightening on my cock, you cumming again already?”

I’m a moaning mess at this point, i don’t even reply

His grip on my hair stops, and he then slaps my face, my cheeks immediately burn at this

His thrusts slow down painfully slow

“You answer, when I talk to you” He says in a mean tone before pushing against me so hard my whole body pushes forward.

“M’sorry, i’m cumming fuck fuuck”

“Good girl..Me too” he smiles against my cheek before placing a kiss

His thrusts quicken as I push my hips back against his chasing my second orgasm.

I feel his cock twitch in me before his warm load starts to spur out into me making my orgasm come harder than the last

My breath hitches and i just suck in a breath as my legs shake and my ears ring once again.

He slows his thrusts completely before coming to a halt.And then slowly pulling out of me.

With my head still groggy from the last two orgasms, I turn myself as I now lay on my back knees pulled up legs spread as I look at Yoongi groggily

Fuck he’s so sexy.

He looks just like sex. Hair messy with pieces sticking to his forehead, milky white skin body glistening with sweat as he sits sprawled out.

He stares at me lovingly running his hands across my stomach drawing circles all around it, like he’s proud i’m his.

He sits up and kisses my lips and then my nose and then my forehead.

“Baby..sit on my face please. Wanna clean you up”

oh fuck

“huh?” is the only thing I can say.

“M’ so tired baby boy”

His hands are now to each side of my face caging me in.

“I know baby, but I promise it’s just to clean you up. Just wanna taste some more baby please”

How can I ever say no to him? I’d give him the moon and the sun if I could.

“okay”

He immediately grabs onto my ass pushing my body against his chest while he situates himself and then pulling me onto his face.

He immediately latches his lips around my clit sucking harshly and I grip onto his hair tightly whimpering out.

His fingers grip harshly on my ass pressing my pussy even tighter against his face essentially choking himself with my sex.

My hips involuntarily starting rubbing again his mouth as he now pushes his tongue inside of me sucking our cum like a starved man.

It’s too much now as I pull onto his hair

“yoon, yoongi baby it’s too muuch”

“no, it’s okay you got it, c’mon baby just cum one more time you got it” he says against my pussy, I have no choice but to do what he says. So i grind myself even harder against his tongue trying my hardest for my third orgasm.

I feel it start to build up, knowing in no time ill get there

“im cumming baby, just like that baby keep going” I praise him as he groans against me.

In no time I feel the pressure once again and my legs start to convulse. This orgasm softer than the previous two

Feeling more like a sense of relief rather than a strong push that knocks the wind out of me.

This time he thanking stops his assault right after I cum. Knowing I really can’t take anymore… For now.

I fall back against the bed onto my back just like before.

He sits up, licks his lips before kissing me softly. Fuck I can smell myself all over him and it’s so hot.

He gets up from the bed, grabbing me bridal style to our shared bathroom

“Okay this time, i’m really gonna clean you up let’s go pretty girl”

Fuck, I am such a lucky girl.