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elsweetheart · 1 year

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I might be a complete slut to think about it, but imagine dealer!ellie coming in from a night when business wasn't good, and fucking you with the strap to take out her frustration

we’re all sluts here *spoken like the cheshire cat*

all circuits are busy, goodbye

🎀 weed mentions but no smoking of it, ellie is frustrated, mentions of dealing, strap on sex lol, daddy kink, ellie gets a call and answers it during, another lana title from the song dealer how ironic, brief breeding kink ?? i hate this a lot btw

“fuck, man.” ellie sighed as she pushed the door to her dorm open — brows pinched and jaw tense, backpack already slumping down by the door in its usual spot. you sat up from her bed where you were laid down reading, dressed in just an incredibly oversized shirt that she had stolen a long time ago from joel and a pair of socks having had a shower and forgot to bring more underwear. you frowned at her glum demeanour as she harshly unzipped her jacket and threw it aside — not even caring to hang it up.

“wha’s wrong?” you asked sleepily, glancing at the clock as you placed your book aside— only to see she was home much earlier than she usually would be from one of these parties.

“waste of fuckin’ time.” she leant down slightly, lifting her black backpack off the ground just a little as she looked at you pointedly. “see how heavy that is? s’not money in there— it’s all the shit i left this room with.” she threw the bag aside, walking further into the dorm and groaning, hands clasping at the back of her neck as she tipped her head back.

“m’sorry els. bad business is the worst.” you sighed.

“and fuckin’ — then — before i’ve even sold shit, i get word that the cops were outside tryna shut the party down cos’ of noise complaints — so i had to haul ass over the fence in the backyard and get the hell out of there.” she divulges, talking expressively with her hands the same way she always did when she got super passionate. you wanted to smile at this, but didn’t wanna piss her off.

“that sucks.” you pout sympathetically, not wanting to take any of the limelight as you knew she’d probably feel better once she vented.

“i blew off that other party for this one thinking those rich kids would empty their pockets but no— man, i should have hit the other one.” her voice raised a little in frustration, eyes scrunching up in stress.

“s’okay, ellie. there’s always next time.” you reassured and for the first time she actually stopped to take you in for a moment. your bare legs hung off the bed, her tshirt barely covering the necessities. you opened your arms to her and she stepped forward— angry frown still etched onto her face before she let you hug her. the hug lasted about two seconds, before she took your face in her grip and kissed you. you let out a soft moan, her usual kisses long forgotten and to be replaced with a rougher version of her — someone a little frustrated and still very much in love. she kissed you until she was a little out of breath and you could feel your arousal dampening your folds.

she pushed into you with her kiss, making you lean back until you were laying down. your hand tugged the tshirt between your legs to cover your indecency, your hips still on full display, shirt having ridden up. ellie pulled back, standing back up and gazed at you, eyes dropping to the way you covered yourself modestly. she pushed your hand away without a word, panting from the makeout session and the t-shirt dropped from your hand and landed just below your belly button, your bare pussy left on full display. your legs were a little spread from the position she’d laid you in, and you were embarrassed to feel her eyes on your wet heat.

you were sitting up on your elbows, waiting for her next move as you stared up at her with wide doe eyes as if requiring instruction. she wet her lips, hands finally sliding up your thighs as she hovered over you. “need a little something from you.” she whispered, like it was your little secret.

she leant down and kissed you, giving you limited space to reply. “anything els. can do anything.” you whispered back eagerly, between kisses gazing up at her with an expression she can only describe as eager to please.

she pushed your thigh open, head bowing to look at between your legs between kisses. “yeah? gonna let me fuck you? need to fuck you baby.” her kisses sped up, barely giving herself room to speak as you felt her hands start to roam you — touching and squeezing everywhere until you were whining into her mouth.

“mhm, take it out on me.” you whimpered and she hummed in approval. she pulled away without warning and slid two hands beneath you, flipping you to lay on your front with a quiet yelp. without skipping a beat, she pulled you by your legs and slid you towards the edge of the bed til your ass was pressed to her thighs where she stood. she gave your ass a good natured slap before stepping down to get her strap, but not before she stuffed a folded pillow beneath your hips and pressed a kiss to your back. “always my good girl.”

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you were pretty sure the base of the strap was wrecked with your pearly cum as ellie pounded you from behind, hands pressing down on your back exactly where she needed you. the arousal that had gathered at the base of the plastic attached to ellie’s harness created to a string against your ass cheek everytime she tugged you back to the tip of her cock. “fuckin’ messy pup.” she spoke through grit teeth before groaning when you clenched, creating more tension that pushed back against her own cunt through the harness. “don’t even remember what got me so fucked up.” she breathed out a chuckle as she pulled her tshirt up, so that her sports bra was on display slightly. she tucked the tshirt beneath her chin so she had a better view of you fucking against her. “shit, m’not even nearly done with you. could keep fuckin’ you like this all night. bet you’d like that, huh?” she gave your ass a light slap to prompt a reply — which you gave her in the form of a whine.

“just wanted to be helpful, daddy.” you were so fucked out you had no idea what was coming out of your mouth and you didn’t mind, you loved being in this mindset actually — so submissive that everything else just melted away. everything was ellie.

she didn’t get to respond, because her phone loudly buzzed out it’s ringtone besides you, her phone having been briefly chucked from her pocket when she was strapping up to get out the way. “you’re fucking kidding me.” she groaned quietly, and you expected her to click decline — surprised when she shoved the phone against her ear, tucking it against her shoulder as she used two hands to continue to pull you on and off her cock. you gasped into the sheets, doing your best to stay quiet.

“what, dude. make it quick.” you could tell she was trying to sound like she had enough oxygen in her lungs to resume conversation and if you weren’t so thoroughly fucked out you’d have laughed. you wondered if he could hear the sound of your ass slapping against her thighs as she sped up her thrusts.

“fuck no, i left. is that all? because i’m real fuckin’ busy right now and i’d rather — yes, okay whatever. just don’t call this phone til’ the morning, asshole.”

she’d slapped decline and tossed the phone back on the bed and you let out a relieved moan. at the sound she pulled out and rolled you over, rushing to pull your hips back to where she needed them as she leant over you to kiss you desperately. “good girl, stayed quiet.” she noted briefly and you felt the tip push against your hole again before she was sinking back in, the both of you moaning at just how easy it was. her hand slot between the two of you to grind against your clit as she readjusted. “you deserve… fuck, wanna cum inside that pretty pussy.” she whispered, almost to herself — but the idea was enough to hurtle you closer to another orgasm.

but, you pocketed the idea for now, making mental note to google breeding straps.

#ellie williams x reader #dealer!ellie #ellie williams prompt #ellie williams smut #ellie williams drabble

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melonmilkshake · 2 months

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WE ARE SO BACK IM GLAD UR TAKING REQ AGAIN!! Ima js request the same thing before it sadly got deleted T^T

To make it short… puppy Randal and (fem) kitty reader (I think this concept is hybrids?) the point is they’re both in heat but like Randal is going through it like 10x worse and does not hold back at all. They don’t have to have tails if u don’t want to js at least the ears obv :3 but sum extras I’d like to see is maybe breeding kink, belly bulge (yk like when we see the outline when it’s inside us..:3) and manhandling ^^

Anything else is up to u honestly js no gore pls

(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

AGAIN SO GLAD UR BACK!! -🧛🏽‍♀️

Randal Ivory x reader

Smut

She/her | Female

(Randal does have a tail in this and dog ears so does reader!!)

TW: doggy style, nibbling, nipple play, breeding, and belly bulge

Randal is your loving boyfriend and when it comes to being a couple you should help each other out! Even if by helping means Randal wants to fuck you.

Last oneshot for tonight and yes I will re upload a oneshot from my wattpad. A new oneshot for tomorrow probably.

ALSO NOT REALLY PROOF READ

Your boyfriend can be restless sometimes. Despite your calm cat like demeanor he still likes to play with you. He likes pouncing, nipping, and licking you any chance he gets.

Even if you both were different types of hybrids it didn't matter. You both loved each other so much to the point where no one could tell you, you both couldn't be together.

Everything that you do is mostly wholesome and loving and today was nothing different... or so you thought. You could hear slight whimpering and moaning sounds coming from your room. It sounded like Randal..

You knew he was very horny and touchy nowadays always stealing your stuff and masturbating because he wants to mate. You slowly opened the door and your jaw dropped.

Randal was humping your pillow completely naked. His tail was wagging fastly while he humped it on your bed. You could tell he had already came a few times by the wet spots on your sheets, blankets, and a few on your plushies.

The second he heard the door creak he completely stopped. His puppy ears went down and he stopped wagging his tail. A confused purr came out of your mouth seeing him so disappointed and upset over the fact he was caught.

You stood in the middle of your room staring at him. He quickly got on his knees infront of you and looked at the ground. He whimpered and sniffled hoping you'd forgive him. You snapped your fingers making him look up at you.

The whole time you spoke his eyes kept on lingering to your breasts they just looked so good in that tight shirt you wore. He wagged his tail staring at them of course not paying attention to your words.

If it wasn't for this stupid mating season you both go through he wouldn't be like this... no he still would be but less distracted. You gave a sharp whistle and Randal's puppy ears perked up as he stared at you flustered.

"My eyes are up here." You spoke and flicked his forehead. He sniffled and gave you a puppy eyed plead but you never gave into it. You purred softly while your tail moved side to side.

"Whats wrong? You knew you were being a bad boy." You said with a small sigh as you turned around to leave but you couldn't even take one step before Randal stood behind you and squeezed your boobs. You were taken aback by the sudden grab and didn't know what to do.

His dick was pressed up against your ass, slightly rubbing up against it. His fingers pinched your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt making you jolt.

He twisted them eagerly while small whimpers came out of your mouth. You could feel your panties already becoming wet from his touch. "I love you and I want you. Please gimme what I want." He whimpered and nuzzled his head up against your cheek. You nodded hesitatiantly and he wagged his tail.

"Sit. I need to take off my clothes." You ordered him and started getting undressed but when you were finished he admittedly pounced on you taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it and wagged his tail while playing with your other nipple.

You moaned at his sudden assult on your breasts but didn't stop him. He nipped at your breasts and neck pulling and licking at your skin before you knew it he made you lay on the ground ass up while pounding into you. His hand was gripping a fistful of your hair while he thrusted fast. He was moaning and whimpering both of yours sounds mixed together while his balls hit up against you.

With a shaky moan he came in you, your whole body was trembling from him fucking you but oh he wasn't finished yet. He flipped you over onto your back and forced your legs open. He stared at the large amount of cum leaking out of your tight hole. He suddenly pushed his cock back in you making you squirm under him.

He kept on mumbling things in your ear like "m'gonna get you pregnant", "you're gonna have my babies", "You're gonna give birth to my puppies." He was obviously very into the mood and you could tell by bulge in your stomach from his cock. It was big and a obvious sign of his of his arousal. You were gonna be here for a long time and you knew it.

#randal ivory x reader #randal ivory x yn #ranfren oneshots #ranfren x reader #ranfren x yn #smut #oneshots #fanfic #randal ivory oneshot

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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Tonight You Belong to Me

Summary: A surprise reunion has you and Bob trying for something much earlier than anticipated. Not that either one of you is complaining about it.

Warnings: Strong breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, language

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Your eyes fluttered at the sound of your pets getting off the bed. It was the one main drawback of allowing three cats and a dog to sleep with you.

But it also made the bed a little less lonely while your husband was away.

Normally, you'd ignore the disturbance and go back to sleep. But the opening of your front door, along with the mewls and barks, jolted you awake.

This wasn't a break in. Someone familiar was here.

You quickly got out of bed, wearing only one of your husband's T-shirts. The wooden floor was cold against your feet, despite it being in the middle of summer.

"Hey guys! Shhh, don't want to wake your Mama up," a familiar voice said from the living room.

As you entered the room, you couldn't help but rub your eyes to see if you were sleepwalking.

Because by all means, your husband Bob shouldn't be in the living room. He should be several hours away in Fightertown, working on his current mission. Not in your living room, petting the animals you two had adopted over the years.

Bob looked up, a smile lit up across his face at the sight of his wife.

"Bob?" Your voice was small as you stepped forward, still not sure whether to believe the sight in front of you.

He stood up, walking over to you, "I was trying to avoid waking you up. Wanted it to be a surprise."

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. The scent of sage flooded your nostrils as your husband wrapped his arms around you for the first time in nearly two months. God how you missed that scent- the clean, clear, calming scent of him.

"We were given tomorrow off, so I took the first flight out. Rooster was able to help me make it. Only have a little less than twenty-four hours, but I figured it's better than having to wait another four weeks before I could see you again," Bob explained, smiling from ear to ear. You made a mental note to text Bradley thank-you later.

Deployments never got easier, though it was something you had longer accepted that came with being in a relationship with Bob. You were proud of your husband, that he had been chosen for such an important mission. But you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him, didn't worry about him every hour of the day.

"It could be just an hour and I wouldn't care," your voice cracked as he rested his forehead against yours, "I missed you."

Bob nodded his head, closing the gap between your lips and his. You were thankful he had his arms around your waist. It was always the first kiss back that left you breathless, knocked the wind out of you, made you feel like you were floating.

"Well now I'm here to do whatever you want," Bob told you before pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Anything?" You ask, a coy smile forming as you fiddle with the collar of his khaki uniform.

"Anything."

You pressed your lips against his jaw, your fingers twirling the curls at the back of his neck. God you loved it when he went without gelling his hair.

"I take it you'd like to go to bed, though not for sleeping," He said with a sly smile.

Over the years, Bob had become more bold. It was never a question of not wanting you. He wanted you the moment he first laid eyes on you. But Bob, ever the gentlemen, never wanted to make you uncomfortable, never wanted to assume.

Which is why it took three dates before you two shared your first kiss. It was also why you had to literally drag him into your apartment to indicate you wanted Bob in a more physical way.

But now, all he needed was a slight nod from you. That was all it took for him to wrap his arms around your thighs, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

You always forgot how strong he was. The man was able to do two hundred push ups, it made sense. But it still took your breath away how easily he could pick you up and toss you around if he wanted to.

Not that he would. At least, not without your permission.

As your back touched the mattress, your hands reached out, trying to hold onto your husband.

"I have to close the door," Bob chuckled, "Otherwise our lovely animals will think it's a sleepover for all."

"Yeah, we've established that neither of us are into being watched," You grinned, "Though, you definitely get off on the thrill of getting caught."

Your husband blushed as he closed the door and began unbuttoning his shirt, "I do not-"

"Need I remind you of the time you insisted on doing it in the bathroom when I went to visit you on base during your last mission? Or how for our first anniversary, you took me back to the library we met in and-"

The salacious stories were cut off by Bob pressing his lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, happy to feel his body on top of yours again.

Your hands gripped the white undershirt he was wearing, desperate to pull him closer. The burning desire you had for him was nothing new. It always felt like this when he came home after being away. You would be genuinely surprised if you two left your shared bed for the next sixteen hours.

"Robby," You whined into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Bob's hips grinded against yours. You knew damn well what that nickname did to him, how it made him absolutely putty in your hands. Always had, always will.

"Whatcha need darlin'?" He asked, sliding his fingers underneath your (his) shirt.

"Want you to put a baby in me, Robby," you whined.

Bob's hands stilled as he looked up to you, his eyes darkening.

It wasn't the first time you two had talked about having children. In fact, you both had agreed that once he got back from his current mission, you would start trying. In the time Bob's been gone, you've gotten off birth control. Something he was very aware of, as it was one of the details you used when you two spoke over the phone, trying to get each other off with just your words.

But was there anything wrong with starting early?

Bob didn't think so. He also didn't need to be told twice. In record time, your clothes were removed and for once, he wasn't fumbling with his belt.

His lips latched onto your neck, biting and licking as he used his hands to spread your thighs apart.

"Gonna taste you first, okay? Then I'll put a baby in you, promise darlin'," He assured you as he moved down your body, settling in between your thighs.

You opened your mouth, ready to tease Bob about how babies were made. That comment died in your throat, a moan replacing it as soon as you felt his tongue lapping at your folds.

It was no surprise that Bob was precise and quick with his fingers. It made sense, considering his role as a WSO. You just didn't think those skills would translate to the bedroom.

Early on in the relationship, you were proven wrong. Very wrong. The way he angled his fingers so it hit that spot with every thrust had you falling apart in record time. Even his tongue, fuck, you missed his tongue.

All you had to do was look down to come undone. Those big, wide blue eyes, the loose curl that had fallen over his forehead, the askew glasses, that fucking smirk you could feel against your soaked core.

You grabbed fistfuls of his sun kissed hair, your hips bucking into his mouth as you came.

It hit you like a hurricane. Eight weeks doesn't sound long in theory, but it is in fact, a very long time to go without your husband's touch. Pictures, phone calls, and FaceTimes didn't compare to the real thing and never would.

Bob, ever the gentleman, continued to use his mouth and fingers on you through your orgasm. He never hid how much he enjoyed watching you fall apart. The way your back arched, how your head fell back, how you grabbed whatever you could find to hold on for dear life.

He could spend hours in between your thighs to see that sight over and over again. But there were more pressing matters now.

“Robby,” you found yourself whining, hands extending out to grab onto whatever part of him you could reach. Your vision was blurry, awareness of your surroundings still hazy.

“I'm right here, I got you," His lips brushed against your temple.

"I'm gonna put a baby in ya now, okay?" He cooed in your ear.

"P-please." It was normal to be desperate, near feral-like for him when he came back from missions.

This was different.

Bob must have felt the same way. Normally, he'd eased in, allowing you to adjust little by little. A gasp broke from your lips as he entered you swiftly.

A hissed escaped your mouth as your body became familiar with his once again. He always gave you time to adjust to the stretch, practically cradling you while he whispered soft praises.

"Doing s'good for me."

"Feel amazing darlin'."

"Gonna make you a mama."

It was the last sentence that set you off, ignited the near primal urge you had. Your hands clawed at his back and shoulders, desperate to cling onto him, longing to feel him move inside of you.

Bob's hands trailed down to your thighs, grabbing them and pinning your legs against his hips. The new angle caused a slight thrust.

You arched your back, trying to chase it, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist.

"Robert William Floyd, I swear to God if you don't move, I'll-"

Your threat went unspoken, thanks to Bob swiftly pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting back in. A near-scream erupted from your lips, one that would get you dirty looks from the neighbors the next day.

If it was anyone else, you would have wiped that smirk off his face. But it was Bob, your husband, and you loved seeing that smirk adorn his face. You loved seeing him confident and relishing in the effect he had on you.

Lord knows how long it took him to realize you were absolutely head over heels, completely and utterly smitten the moment you saw him in that library for the first time, on the floor, explaining his ribbons to a student of yours.

You buried your head into the crook of his neck, your teeth sinking into his skin. Bob groaned at the sensation of your teeth marking up his neck. Normally he'd care, pull you away or direct you to a part of his body that was easily covered by his uniform.

But right now, visible hickies were not at the forefront of his mind. You were. The whimpers you let out when his cock brushed against a specific spot, the way your fingernails dug into his back, and most importantly, the way your walls tightened as he kept going, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again.

Yes, the main point of this interaction was for him to come inside you. Bob knew that, he wasn't dense.

But it would be a cold day in hell when you only came once while in bed with him.

He hitched one of your legs up higher, enabling him to thrust into you deeper. A high pitched whine fell from your lips, the pleasure from the new angle rushing through your body, adding pressure to that knot in your stomach that was getting tighter and tighter with each passing second.

A stream of incoherent prattle fell from your lips, begging him to keep going, to not stop.

“Let go darlin’,” He grunted, “I got ya.”

You opened your mouth, though no sound came out. White hot pleasure coursed through your entire body as your walls tightened around your husband’s cock, clinging to him as if he could slip away at any moment.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart.” A sense of pride filled you. Bob didn’t curse when he was hundreds of feet up in the air, focused on keeping himself and his pilot alive during the mission at hand.

No, he only cursed when buried deep inside you as you practically milked his cock. Only you could bring that out of him, no one else.

“Robby, come inside me,” You whimpered, “Wanna make you a daddy.”

Somehow, despite his brain short-circuiting, Bob began thrusting into you harder and faster than before. You couldn’t tell what was louder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours or the bed frame jamming into the wall with every thrust. You could feel yourself clenching around him still, jolts of pleasure still igniting your body, making it difficult to come down from your high.

Not that you were complaining.

His hips began to stutter, the pace becoming jerky and uninhibited. Bob gripped the bed frame, his dog tags now dangling over you. The metal of his tags and wedding ring glimmered against the light from your nightstand.

With a guttural curse, he came inside you. You always made it clear how much you loved the feeling of him filling you up with his seed. But this time, it felt carnal, prurient, other-wordly.

For a moment, you two laid there, tangled up as you tried to steady your breathing. Bob got on his knees, gripping onto your thighs. He began to pull out.

You gasped as you felt him thrust back into you.

Fuck, he was still hard.

“Just gotta make sure nothing spills out, okay?” You nodded your head, gripping the bed sheets so hard you would be quite surprised if there wasn’t a rip in them the next day.

“You’re gonna be such a good momma, y’know that?” His praises set your head spinning.

“Wantyourbaby,” You muttered, impressed that you were capable of saying something coherent at this point. Bob was too.

“I know,” He cooed, “You’re gonna look so pretty, carrying our baby.”

His hand went down to where your two bodies met, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. At this point, the volume of your voice wasn’t a concern. The only thing you could focus on was that your husband, Robert Floyd, was determined to fuck a baby into you tonight.

You came again with a cry, Bob silencing it by crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair, tugging on his locks for dear life as you moaned into his mouth. You could feel your teeth clanking against his, spit dribbling from your mouth. It was primal, something you loved seeing from your usually reserved husband.

His hips stilled and you could feel his cock twitching as your husband emptied inside you again. Bob’s stamina was impressive and not what you had originally expected from the shy, timid WSO when you two first met.

“You okay?” Bob asked before pressing his lips to your forehead. You nodded your head, loosening the grip you had on his dark blonde locks.

He pulled out, your core aching at the emptiness. Not that you felt it for long.

"Robby!"

Your hands gripped the bed sheet as his fingers curled inside of you.

"Can't let any drop escape sweetheart," He reminded you, that stupidly attractive smirk adorning his face as he leaned down to latch onto your clit.

If it wasn't for his schedule, you would be hoping that it would take some time to get pregnant, since this was how Bob planned to go about it.

You could always take your time with child number two.

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aroseformyself · 11 months

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who would fuck you during your period !¡

⚠️warning: mentions of blood, cramps/menstrual pain, periods (afab! reader), nsfw, not in order

. L E O N A K I N G S C H O L A Я !¡

this is one of the rare times he will make love to you gently. you are in pain and being rough will only make it worse if you aren’t feeling pleasure. leona personally lets you choose if you just want to take it slow all the way, or not even that. he would let you cockwarm him while he rubs your stomach if you desire. and if you don’t want it slow and you want to take it quicker he’ll comply without you having to tell him twice. he isn’t going to be a dick and just say “does that mean we can’t fuck???” he’s trying his best. the blood makes him a little nauseous since it’s blood and thats bad, but then again it’s sweet…

he may slip up and get the wrong kind of pads/tampons or snacks, but he doesn’t know anything about this so cut him some slack. once he’s back with all the sanitary items he’ll let you do your thing. and after is when he’ll ask you if you want to make love. he said “he looked it up and it can help the pain if you fuck” so he wanted to ask you if you want to try. if you say no its a no, but if you say yes… it’ll be slow and sensual (surprisingly) and he will try to put you sleep with a fluffy blanket if that’s what you feel like.

9/10 -1 point for bringing lays instead of doritos :(

. T R E Y C L O V E Я !¡

would fuck you like usual. brings you to the kitchen at midnight when he knows riddle is asleep, masages your stomach while giving you a pastry. one of your favorites. he gently rubs his thumb on your stomach, and it feels good because his body is very warm and his hands are rough from baking- (I SWEAR I DONT HAVE A HAND FETISH). you end up falling asleep on the couch, curled up with a fluffy blanket. trey flips up your shirt (its his) which was a little too big for you. and moves your panties aside seeing a little red on your pussy. isn’t exactly scared of blood, but he doesn’t like it so he puts protection on so lesson the amount on his dick. he’ll bare through it for you.

when you wake up you feel warm, a little too warm down there, you open your eyes and see trey, in all his glory. softly kissing your stomach. “gonna breed ya nice n good…” you can only help but moan.

8/10 -2 bc he didn think of gettin u pads just of breeding you-

. Я O O K H U N T !¡

rook fucks you slow and sensually, letting you hang on to him if a cramp comes on and rubs your back while rolling his hips into you. lets you lay on him and watch tv if you desire. he into everything so whatever you want to do he’s up for, rook isn’t bothered by the blood at all. remember he is a hunter so he has dealt with it much more than most students. and since he has better smell than the average human he can smell it as well. period blood is a special kind to him since it smells so sweet and addictive. he doesn’t worry to much about blood getting on him. isn’t entirely opposed to eating you out, in fact he’ll do it with delight. rook is an odd ball and a freak so it is no surprise when he asks you if you would want that.

if you say yes, you’ll be shaking and sensitive because he refused to stop after one orgasm and the blood wasn’t that bad either, is was actually rather sweet! after getting you cleaned up (n fingering u in the bath) he lets you lay down while he goes out to get you pads, snacks, and a stray kitten he found on the side of the road.

8/10 -2 refused to say where cat is from 🙄

. F L O Y D L E E C H !¡

ultimate freak, scarier than rook, he didn’t even ask if you wanted to get eaten out, he was just like “ayo spread” and you couldn’t refuse. he has no problem with blood and honestly thinks red looks good on you. floyd fucks you how he does all the time, fast and hard with no sign of stopping. floyd either a. eats you out liked a starved man and only stops when your crying out for him to stop, or b. fucks your brains out on his cock. and now he doesn’t even need to prep you, he just goes straight in. if he registers your in pain he will praise you on how good your doing and kiss the bite marks he left. almost as if saying hes sorry.

after, he’s not going to clean you up, he’ll just lay down. now he’s all fucked out he can’t get up~ makes you cockwarm him while cuddling.

5/10 bros acting like u arent bleedin onto the bed💀 also when he squeezed u blood came out

. J A D E L E E C H !¡

jade requests you take it easy and lay down so you don’t hurt yourself or he softly fucks you to tire you out. he will gently hold you against him, and whisper sweet nothing into your ear. places his coat on your shoulders so you will be reminded of him as you sleep. jade is over all just really sweet when it comes to your period, which is such a contrast to him being a sadist with you. helps you with sanitary items and lets you cling to him as you sleep. places his hand/heating pad over your lower stomach if he feels your in pain.

so sweet and gentle and caring and loving with you and he takes days off working in the lounge to assist you

10/10 -0 bc he did nothing wrong

nvm 0/10 he fed u shroom juice

. M A L L E U S D Я A C O N I A !¡

doesn’t care at all, will only care if your in pain. of course he asks for consent, saying that lilia told him it would be pleasurable if you make love. if you say no he won’t pry, just cuddle until you feel better. but if you say yes, oh boy… he won’t let up until you pass out, he won’t go easy on you just because of some period. (also i doubt fae have periods) malleus wouldn’t be repulsed by the blood or anything he is an old fae who has seen a lot, a little blood is not going to effect him. after malleus fucks you into overstimulation he will cuddle with you and clean everything up. he’ll even allow you to wear his clothes for comfort.

when you wake up if your feeling it he will eat you out, he actually likes the taste of your blood. it’s sweet yet metally.

9/10 -1 bc u were sore in the morning

. L I L I A V A N Я O U G E !¡

the vampire himself. he eats you out without a second thought and doesn’t feel the least bit of shame when you say thats gross since your bleeding. a huge tease, lilia definitely strokes your stomach and says, “m’gonna put a little baby in you…” then he goes, “wdym u dont want that? dont u want ur period to stop???” lilia rubs your stomach while muttering about a child into your ear. he has no regard for the blood and acts like everything is normal, when blood gets on the sheet’s he’ll fix it with magic. loves the smell your blood gives off-

lilia 🤝 breeding

7/10 -3 kept sayin u were going to be silvers mom and yolo everytime he came ☹️

#lemon0bear11 #smut #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #malleus x reader #lilia x reader #floyd x reader #jade x reader #leona x reader #trey x reader #rook x reader

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andysorbit · 6 months

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On the Edge of a Knife (M)

Sadist boyfriend!Jisung x Masochist girlfriend!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: knife play. face slapping, light spit play, degradation, name calling, light choking, dirty talk, breeding kink, unprotected sex

Word count: dude idk I'm sorry

Author's note: this is loosely based off a dream I had and yeah... thank you, brain

Jisung is restless with a head full of thoughts that he won't share. You can tell by the way he fidgets beside you as the movie you both agreed on plays on by unwatched eyes. You give him the space to find his words and perk up a bit when he sets his phone down and turns to press a kiss to your shoulder,

"So... I have... I-" he says reluctantly. He's got that look in his eyes and you turn your head to look at him, "Cat got your tongue?" You chuckle, "Just say it, Jisung. The worst thing that could happen is that I say 'no', baby."

Jisung shrugs, "Remember how we were watching that movie a while back and you were so obsessed with the butterfly-knife that guy had in that scene?"

You nod and purse your lips, "Yeah?" You lilt and set your phone down in the tiny gap of space between your bodies.

"I bought one," he states and you can tell that he's finding his words and choosing them carefully, "I got it like... that night. I ordered it and I was practicing how to use it and... I'm pretty decent with it now and I..."

His silence is full and you turn your body to face him, giving him your full attention, "Did you bring it?" You ask him eagerly. You roll over onto your side and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, "Yeah... I did," he replies in a soft tone and lifts his t-shirt to show you the knife secured in a sheath that he clipped to his pants.

You both stare at each other as the television light dances across his daring expression; the thick silence between you both is somehow louder than the television and he firmly places a hand on your hip.

"I wanna see," You whisper softly. You stave off a chill and he smiles fondly at your interest before unsheathing it then twirling it a few times between his long fingers. You feel your body heating up and Jisung chuckles a little as his fingers come to a stop.

"I- wow, Jisung," You breathe.

He turns to you and presses a kiss to your lips, "I see that look in your eyes... do you want me to do something with this knife?"

You nod and he traces the blade along the pulse at the base of your throat. A deep chuckle rumbles in the base of his own throat as he kisses down to your chin before kissing his way back up to your lips to give them a playful bite, "Want it rough?" he whispers as he grabs your face. You nod and look him in his eyes as the coolness of the blade trails down the center of your chest.

"Is it sharp?" You ask him.

Jisung shakes his head slowly, "No but we'll pretend it's very sharp. How much do you want it to hurt?"

You nod again, "A lot," you sigh; feeling your body heat up.

"How far is too far? Am I hitting you or no?"

"God, Jisung, please- fuck yes."

You reach out to grab his shoulders and with a quick twirl of the knife, it's closed back up and he's giving your knuckles a firm rap with the safe handle and the bite handle.

"Don't touch me," he says shortly.

"Sorry," You gasp as you wince at the throb on your knuckles.

He twirls the knife back open, "Lick it," he orders you as he grabs your throat with one hand and holds the knife up close to your face with the other hand. You eye each other as your tongue darts out to the lick the dull side of the knife and Jisung shakes his head disapprovingly, "Slower. Like you're trying to get my dick hard," he says coarsely.

There he is.

You repeat the action again, this time much slower and Jisung nods as he holds your gaze, "Good girl."

You do it again and he rears back, "Take your clothes off. Now," he says, untying the string of his sweatpants.

You sit up and clumsily remove your t-shirt then your pajama bottoms then finally your panties.

Jisung situates himself between your legs and spreads them, "Did I do that or did the knife do that?" he asks, voice dripping with condescension. You flinch and whimper when you feel the knife drag slowly over you mound. His free hand comes up to slap your thigh,

"Speak."

You gasp, "I- You... you did it."

He sighs and swipes his thumb against your clit, "Liar."

Your heartbeat hammers in your ears as he strokes you slowly and in your absent minded state, you reach out to touch him again.

This time his hand comes down across your cheek, "Hands off."

You squeak and feel your stomach flutter at the delicious sting on your cheek.

Jisung pushes his pants down and pulls you down a bit closer to him, "Should I be nice and stretch you out or should I force that pussy to take me?"

"F- force it," You beg him as you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Of course you would want me to force my dick in you- say 'please', bitch, and open your fucking eyes," he hisses.

"P- please," You whimper as you open your eyes and meet his gaze. His blown pupils are hypnotic as he stares you down. He lines himself up against your soaking cunt and fills you in one quick motion, drawing a strangled cry from you as he stretches your walls.

You bask in the pain as his hips meet yours in quick and brutal succession, his heavy sighs mixing with the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your soaked walls, "Pussy's so fucking wet for me. Taking all this dick without even getting stretched first. Such a greedy pussy just sucking my cock in just like it should," he growls; poking the tip of the knife against your cheek.

You whine and feel the sweat begin to form on your skin as you take each thrust desperately. His eyes find yours again and he reaches up to slap your face just because he can,

"You're nothing to me... Just a hole. Just a bitch with a slutty little hole that I use to get my dick wet," he snarls as the rhythm of his hips meet against yours harshly. He traces the tip of the knife over your left nipple before spitting on the valley between your breasts. You sigh and your skin tingles more feverishly as you watch him use the knife to collect his spit.

He stares at you for a moment, expecting you to do something but you just whine and his hips slow down. His hand comes off of your neck and he slaps your cheek first with the front of his hand then the other cheek with the back of his hand. You clench around him, "P- please... ple- ease..." You sob desperately, clenching around him over and over again.

"I shouldn't have to keep telling you what to do. You can't be this stupid all the goddam time. You have one fucking job and you can't even do that right," he spits at you peevishly. You open your mouth and he spreads his spit across your tongue with the knife.

His hips speed up again as he crosses your arms beneath your breasts and holds them there,"You get so fucking stupid for my dick... so fucking stupid. Aren't you embarrassed? How do you let a dick have this much power over you?"

You ramble out something that's meant to be an apology but it sounds like random sounds. Jisung laughs and pounds into you harder, "What are you saying? Are you telling me how much you like it when I fuck you like a whore? You like how I pound that dirty little pussy? Huh, baby?"

You nod slowly and blink away tears. Jisung sighs, "I don't care if you're too fucked out to speak and I don't care how stupid you sound right now. When I ask you a question, I expect a fucking answer. I won't think you're any dumber than I already do. Now answer me," he growls and slaps your face a little harder.

You bask in this, the safe word not even being a second thought; these moments are when you feel the most alive. When you crave him the most.

"Uh huh... fuck... love it," You gasp as his hips meet yours.

"Of course you do... fucking cock slut," he moans, "I'm gonna cum in that tight little pussy... gonna breed that cunt til I'm spilling out of you... til you're begging me to stop."

You heave and whine desperately; spreading your legs as wide as you can to let him slam into you. The pressure of his cock bumping against your cervix draws a cry from your mouth and you thrash against the mattress in a frenzy of desperation: sweat becoming that more prominent on your heated skin.

"Sungie!" You cry out.

Jisung gives you a disapproving frown, "Sungie? Really? What's my fucking name?" he spits out angrilly and slaps your cheek. He leans down to bring his face to yours and kisses you harshly; teeth bumping yours and tongue stroking into your mouth hungrily.

"Sir... sir," You whimper against his mouth.

"That's right... don't forget it again," he grunts.

"C- can I... I touch you?" you squeak.

He scoffs, "Gonna fall apart if you can't?"

"Yes, sir... please?" You plead as Jisung takes your hand and brings it up to his face. He gives the palm of your hand a soft kiss then sucks your third and fourth finger into his mouth. You look up at him in awe and grunt as he pounds you harder.

He pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a pop, "Gonna cum... fuck. Fuck, baby. Gonna be a good little bitch and let me cum in that wet little pussy?" he pants as his hips stutter.

"Ye- es," You cry weakly.

"Yeah... that's my good little slut. Gonna put a fucking baby in you tonight."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan weakly. He slams into you as he traces the tip of the knife over one nipples and then the other, sending hot tingles over your skin.

"Get me pregnant," You plead as you claw at his shirt, "Please... want it so bad, sir... please, please, please."

Jisung brings his hand down to toy with your clit and the room spins, encircling you in the musky smell of sex and sweat.

"So fucking close... fuck," he sighs and takes his thumb off of your clit. You scream and try to grab his hand to bring it back to your pulsing bud but Jisung yanks his hand away and slaps the back of your hand, "You get what I give you, bitch. Be grateful," he hisses and you nod.

His hips grow sloppier and when a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face, a light of realization comes alive in his eyes and he frantically claws at his t-shirt to pull it off before tossing it aside. He groans as his come to a stop and he pulls out of you, "Turn around."

You weakly roll onto your stomach before raising up onto your hands and knees. Jisung gives your ass a harsh slap and you cry softly at the impact. He chuckles darkly and slaps your ass again before slamming back into you. This time, the feeling of his balls slapping against your pusling clit drives you mad.

"This is all you're good for... don't you ever forget that," he sighs as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you up so that your back is pressed to his torso; sweat and heat blending in as he brings the knife up to press to your throat. His other hand fondles your tits before easing down to nestle in your folds.

"You wanna cum?" he asks you.

You nod, "Please."

"Dirty little bitch has such good manners. Do you deserve to cum?"

"N- no... no, sir."

"Damn right... but... I'll be nice to you. You're making my cock feel so good, baby, I think I'll be nice to you just this once."

You breathe a sigh of relief as his middle finger strokes your clit. Your body jolts and trembles as he brings you closer to your release and that knife pressing against your throat adds to the thrill of this building release.

"If you cum before I do, I'm gonna ruin your whole fucking night- I promise you," he growls against your ear. You nod obediently and hold it in as best as you can. More relief washing over you when his hips stutter and he gasps, "Fuck... M'gonna cum," he curses, "Gonna cum... fuck, baby."

He cums with a shudder and you squeeze your eyes shut as he keeps stroking your clit, his hips still slamming into you but with much less fervor.

"Cum... Now," he growls as he presses the knife harder against your throat. You cum. Hard and frantically with weak cries and a trembling body.

Jisung pulls out of you before shoving you down onto the mattress, "Turn over. I wanna watch my cum drip out of you."

You do as you're told and you catch a soft smile grow on his kiss swollen lips as you spread your legs for him. He sits back on his haunches, cock still out his pants and hard. He looks down at your pussy and sighs, "There it is... I did that to you," he whispers before fucking his cum back into you with two fingers.

He pulls them out and brings his fingers up to your lips, "Taste us, baby," he says softly. You can tell that he's beginning his process of grounding you as you take his fingers into your mouth and suck them, savoring the mixed taste of his cum and your own juices.

He closes the knife and sets it down on the bed then points to the center of his forehead, "Look here," he says softly. You follow his finger and he gives you a gentle "Good girl." before pointing to the tip of his nose, "Now look here."

You do and he smiles and points to the center of his bare chest, "Now look here, sweetheart."

You follow his finger again.

"Good girl now tell me your name."

"My... my name is Y/n."

"Yes and that's such a pretty name. Can you tell me what my name is?"

"Jisung."

"Good girl. Good, good girl. Now can you take a deep breath for me?" he lilts.

You inhale deeply and let it out slowly.

He nods, "True or false... Does Jisung love Y/n?"

"True," You reply weakly.

"Yes that's true. I love you so much. When you're ready, we can get cleaned up, okay?"

You nod and reach out to grab at his hands. He lays down on top of you but supports his weight with one arm, "You did a great job," he whispers.

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bratphilia · 6 months

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nsfw alphabet: mike schmidt

note: i am a nsfw alphabet virgin so please be kind ^-^ also the wild card was so self indulgent byeskdj

taglist: @dilfity

a = aftercare

mike checks up on you, during and after sex. he brings you water and anything sweet. will also take a shower or bath with you that sometimes ends in round two.

b = body part

doesn't have one tbh. he's obsessed with your boobs, big or small, he likes to make the peaks harden with his fingers while the other is in his mouth. he loves clutching at your chest when you're riding him and looking at your pair while you suck him off. but he's also an ass man — again — big or small. loves to smack it, grab it, knead it, or finish on it.

c = cum

only comes inside when he's pussy-drunk and forgets to pull out. he doesn't want kids but he'll entertain the idea of coming inside if you have a breeding kink, then he'll just buy you a plan b. again, loves to pull out and come on your chest or ass.

d = dirty secret

wants you to tie him up when he's feeling needy, OR wants you to call him daddy.

e = experience

a lot of mike's experience comes from random occurences, such as high school flings, but since he's been taking care of his sister he hasn't had much of his adult life to explore sex that much. he watched a lot of porn to cope with the sexual frustration and it's hard for him to build relationships with women outside his family. it's complicated.

f = favorite position

LOVES IT WHEN YOU RIDE HIM. he gets to see everything, from your pretty little reactions, the way is cock disappears inside and reappears outside your pussy, and he gets to play with your tits

g = goofy

sometimes he'll laugh at some of the things he says when he's dirty talking to you like he can't believe he just said it. he also sometimes can't keep a straight face if you two are roleplaying. other than that, sex is no laughing matter to him.

h = hair

his hair is as messy as the hair on his head. enough said.

i = intimacy

varies based on the context leading up to sex. sex used to mean a lot more to him meaning he would always make it romantic, passionate love making, but he's getting used to more rough sex and quickies.

j = jack off

his favorite way to get off is either you telling him what you want to do to him, or just masturbating to photos of you, purposefully sexy or not.

k = kink

i've included this in two fics so far and i'll say it again: he has a huge voyeurism kink. he doesn't necessarily want to watch someone else fuck you... but if he did? fuck, it would get him hard. he moreso wants someone to watch you guys.

l = location

bedroom but sometimes he can't just help it!! there's no time for when or how, he'll just have to have you right then and there. this is where he really gets annoying because the public teasing goes crazy with mike.

m = motivation

i kid you not he is literally like a wild cat that goes into heat every now and then. however, if you're wearing something of his (especially the classic big t-shirt + panties combo) he just can't contain himself. he's also very much motivated by his anger and stress.

n = no

would never do something that you guys didn't talk about first. he MIGHT entertain the idea of cnc, but you guys would have to go through every explicit detail of what you want him to do to you.

o = oral

blowjobs are fine. they get him off. but mans is the biggest munch that ever munched. he will literally come in his pants while you're riding his face, no stimulation required.

p = pace

again, depends on the mood and the context leading to sex. if he's in a needy mood, he's practically humping your leg and thrusting in erratically and babbling incoherent words. when he wants to be rougher, he'll push your face into the mattress and just pound into you.

q = quickie

king of quickies. they tend to be the most efficient way to fuck when he's a caretaker at his age.

r = risk

things have to be discussed beforehand, in very explicit detail. he honestly wouldn't know what to do to you otherwise. he just wants to satisfy you!!

s = stamina

he'd honestly just be happy as long as he can give you head and make you orgasm at least twice. that's enough for him.

t = toys

would never personally buy a toy but would use the fuck out of them to tease you with if you had any. but vibrators ONLY. he hates anything being inserted into you that isn't his cock, tongue, or fingers.

u = unfair

loves to tease and edge, but it depends on how much time you have and the situation. if it's out in public, he's teasing you and there's a twenty percent chance he'll actually let you come.

v = volume

has surprisingly trained himself to keep quiet for the sake of his sister, but a whimper escapes him every now and then. he loves to tell you to "shut the fuck up" when you need to be quiet.

w = wild card

if you dated him before and during the events at freddy's, you would be right there with him at his career counselling appointment, where he caught his counselor raking his eyes up and down your body. he decided, intrigued, he wants to try a threesome.

x = x-ray

average but very girthy. maybe about 5 inches?? i don't really see him as a grower.

y = yearning

he literally has two moods: in heat or dom. literally the definition of a switch.

z = zZz

he takes sleeping pills after you guys fuck, but tries to stay awake until you've fallen asleep first.

#fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

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chikaras-garden · 1 year

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The Interview

Ushijima Wakatoshi is your least favorite pro volleyball player to interview. You’re his least favorite sports journalist. All those feelings come to a head.

Pairing: Ushijima x fem!reader

Words: 1.5k

Contains: hatefucking, enemies to lovers basically, a ridiculous amount of teasing, degradation, semi-public sex, manhandling, size kink, creampie, maybe a hint of spanking and breeding kink, unprotected piv sex, U calls R “princess”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Requested by two different anons.

The Adlers’ team office runs hot, as if the air around you is on fire. It burns your cheeks, scatters flames down your back, and creates a pool of heat in between your legs.

“You are not entitled to my time,” the volleyball player towering over you says. Rubbing your thighs together, you think that this is the first time you’ve been turned on by a thinly veiled threat to put you in your place.

Squaring your shoulders in a way that makes your sternum rise and forces your chest to press forward against your blazer, you tilt your head. “I’m entitled to do my job.”

“And you chose to do so by following me after practice,” he snaps. “I should tell your editor how unprofessional you are.”

Your breath catches, making your sneer falter. Nothing is more important than your job, and that’s when you realize how alike the two of you really are. That’s why he knew where to threaten you where it would hurt the most.

If you’re alike, then…what about the arousal hidden under your skirt?

“Ushijima-san,” you begin. Your body twists, slinking from your space between him and the door. Like a cat, you step around him, brushing yourself up against his back, so gently that you’re not sure he could feel you at all.

“Clearly, there’s tension here. Can’t you think of an easier way for both of us to get what we want?” You slide your hands down from his shoulder blades to the top of his hip, splaying your fingers over the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. Your thumb slips under the shirt, meeting warm skin and tight, controlled back and abdominal muscles.

His posture goes stiff. You grin. He definitely felt that.

“Your hands are freezing,” he grunts.

You scoff. “And your back is sweaty.”

“This…princess behavior is unbecoming of a professional,” he hisses. “Stop wasting my time.”

The muscles in your face go lax at the insulation that you’re a princess. Like static, sparks fly in your brain, and your body responds on instinct before your smart mouth can catch up. Your hands slide down his sculpted abs, over his waist, and stop, hovering atop where his cock waits in his joggers. You bat your eyelashes, mocking the droves of fans that you’re sure would kill to trade places with you right now.

“Just a few questions, Ushijima-san. Please?”

Though he narrows his eyes at you, it’s futile; the disbelief on his face is outweighed by the flush of his cheeks and the needy twitch of his lips. So, you lean forward, whispering, “I’ll let you have what you so clearly need.”

Suddenly, Ushijima grabs you by the hips and hoists you up; in just seconds, he spins you around and bends you over, forearms pressed against a table so-conveniently placed in the back of the room. You’re in full view of the door, you realize upon glancing over your shoulder. Anyone could see you like this—see him taking you like this.

His wide torso completely covers you while one hand grips your waist, holding you down. The other, with the power and precision of the country’s top spiker, slaps the back of your thigh, grazing the hem of your skirt.

“Ask your questions, Princess.” His voice drips with a sarcasm that makes it exceptionally clear that, yes, you are still wasting his time.

You huff out a laugh, though your heart pounds in your ears. “What do you—ah!”

Halfway through your question, his hand creeps up your thighs. A broad palm cups your mound, and he thumbs you through your panties, tracing your folds through the dampening fabric. “Do you normally get this wet for the people you interview?”

When he flicks your clit, you buck your hips backwards, drawing the plump of your ass up and down his cock. “Ha—I’m asking the questions here, Ushijima-san.”

“And you’re doing a terrible job.”

“Why don’t you show me how a pro athlete blows off steam?”

There’s a disapproving sound behind you, a half-grunt, half-moan that Ushijima tries to strangle before it breaks out of his lips. You get the message: He thinks you can’t handle it. So, you reach backwards, snaking your hand around your own waist to fiddle with the zipper of your skirt. At this angle, it’s nearly impossible to wrestle it down, but it’s a very good thing there’s a big, strong volleyball player behind you.

Ushijima hikes your skirt up and over your hips without unzipping it. Then, he tugs your panties to the side, hooks the thin fabric around one of his fingers, and pushes his joggers down—just enough to let his cock spring free, evidenced by the fact that it lazily slaps against your ass.

You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath. Though you should have seen it coming, feeling him like this, knowing what you asked for and that he’s going to give it to you, you realize that he’s big. Very big.

“Are you ready, Princess?” he murmurs near your ear, giving you a quick peek behind the curtain. There’s a hint of caring in his voice. If it isn’t for you in particular, it’s for the fact that he wants to do this right; if it’s not right, it’s not worth his time at all.

So, you whisper: “Yes.”

Hearing all he needs to, he lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes in, inch by inch. He stretches you wide, wide, wide—and you bury your face in your forearms to hide the sound of air hissing through your teeth. The burn is absolutely intoxicating, filling your mind and making your head spin with the insatiable need to feel what it’s like to have Ushijima Wakatoshi balls-deep inside you.

“More,” you wine, muffled. “I need more.”

“You’re begging,” he notes. You pick up on a certain heave in his tone, noticing that he’s breathless, too. That’s your fault, and the effect you have on him makes your walls flutter while he pants, trying to force himself through your desperately clenching walls.

Frustrated at the pace, you push your hips back. He grabs your waist in surprise, but he’s too late to stop you: You press into him until your ass bumps his thighs, until you feel the kiss of his cockhead against your cervix, until you have to hide your moan in your bent elbow.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck.”

You huff out a laugh. “Yes, that’s the whole point of this.”

For your snark, you’re rewarded with a halfhearted smack to your ass. It doesn’t hurt, at least not enough to distract you from the deliciously full feeling between your legs. Instead, you start giggling, filling the room with sweet sounds of bliss that almost drown out the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Ushijima uses his free hand to pull you up, angling you so he can drive up, not forward. Then, one hand paws at your chest, fondling one breast while the other bounces along to the pace he, alone, chose. In this position, you can’t reach the table at all, and you realize that’s the point: You’re supported entirely by him, his size, and his strength. You have to rely on him, or else, you’ll fall.

“You’re going to let me fill you,” he whispers into your ear. “Understand?”

“Yes!” you cry out, as if you have a choice. Flailing your hands back to find something to grip, you land on his arms, veiny, bulging, muscular. You have to twist to reach him, and you’re met with his face: He wears a hungry look, eyes wild like a lion or a wolf that’s set its sights on his helpless prey.

Desperate, you kiss him.

He moans against your mouth, a sound that’s so loud and unhinged that you wish you could hear it in all its glory. Your eyes flutter closed as you latch onto him, giving into the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by him.

He slides his hand to grab you by the stomach, pulling you as close to his chest as he possibly can. After just a few deep, hard thrusts, he bursts inside you, filling you with a wet heat that makes your mind go blank, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before—and that alone makes you come, too.

Spent, he sets you on your feet. It’s so gentle compared to the way he just ruined you, but you’re grateful that he has the decency to help you stand.

“You’re an awful journalist,” he says. You look over your shoulder at him, and he’s already dressed. The only hint of what he just did to you is a pinkish tinge to his cheeks. You’re absolutely certain that you, with your shaky legs and wrinkled shirt, look much worse.

“Next time,” you pause to smooth down your skirt, then look up at him with a coy grin, “I’d like to be on top.”

If you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t notice the ever-so-small smirk on his face. “I’d like to see you try, Princess.”

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audreybreedartist · 6 months

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Hi, I am literally awful at making requests and I really hope you’re currently taking requests but I read your fic about Chubby!Bucky and was wondering if you could reverse it, like a short plus size reader and normal movie like Bucky , but not one where he just accepts her body because looks aren’t important but one where he worships her body, he doesn’t just think curves are okay for a woman he loves curves on a woman, you can make it an established relationship or a not, I prefer it not to be an established relationship but just write whatever flows. A smut story would be what I am asking for, some light dom!bucky sub!reader. If it’s not too much to ask can you throw in a kissing/spit kink, not too much focus on spitting but about slobbery messy kisses. Sorry if this is a rambling mess but I hope you can work with it, thank you, love your writing. 💜

YES I GOTCHU!! Always taking requests. Also I got what you meant don’t put yourself down DAMMIT *angry pointing*!! Sorry for the wait had a writers block moment this week but hope you enjoy :)

Big softie buck luvs his chubby gf

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,830

Tags: V!fingering, rough sex, pnv!sex, sloppy kissing, dirty talk, fluff and smut, Bucky is Babie, plus size!reader

A/N: Idk where the breeding kink hopped in but y’know how it be folks.

Bucky had a skip in his step going down the street. He was done with all of the bullshit paperwork in the Flagsmashers aftermath. Sam was taking over mantle of Steve amazingly, Walker was ousted and shamed, and they even got Sharon back into the states. Although he wasn’t completely sure about her.

Regardless he could breathe and go see his sweetie. Perfect, patient, lovely, and owner of the most wondrous curves. Bucky had to keep his dick in his pants for now. He carried a bouquet of roses and some chocolates, hustling down the row of brownstones. His girlfriend was very talented in her career and managed to buy one for herself.

He fought back his giddy grin when rapping on the red wooden door. It slowly opened to reveal her pretty face, mussed hair, and adorable huge t-shirt. The man had to shove down his intense desire knowing that was his shirt. She yelped in surprise, practically launching on the super-soldier.

Bucky laughed and grabbed her under the ass to keep the crying thing from falling. He chuckled, “Hey, hey, you’ll mess up the chocolates hold on.” She grabbed the package blindly and tossed them on a side table. She nuzzled into his scruff, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

She sniffled, “Don’t need em- I got you.” The super soldier shook his head with a toothy smile, placing the flowers on another surface while leading the pair to the living room. He stroked her back in an attempt to quiet her crying. Bucky did not need to have the usual happy-go-lucky woman crying over the likes of him.

Sitting back onto the plush couch he murmured, “I’m back now, done, you’ll want to kick me out before the end of it.” His flesh hand thumbed away a tear and tipped her chin up. The girl wiped at her eyes and half-giggled and sobbed, “I know, I was so worried during it all. The news aren’t good for my nerves.”

Bucky wanted to sappily get lost in her watery eyes, framed by long clumped lashes. He murmured while stroking along her lush sides, “I can give you first hand doll,” he absently waved, “Tell me about you.” She rolled her eyes and replied, “Work, worrying, watching Alpine, I started a new project.”

As soon as the white cat was mentioned she appeared, purring and snuggling up to the pair. Bucky felt his eyes slightly water as he croaked, “There’s my sweet girl.” The cat let out a little ‘mrow?’ and promptly bit his hand. The couple busted into guffaws, Bucky snarking, “I guess that’s what I deserve.”

He leaned back, pulling his girl onto his chest.

“So tell me about that project, baby.”

He was listening to her talk about work and the project, really, but other things were starting to rear their head. She was so soft against him, lovely curves and pillowy breasts. The woman seemed sleepy recounting the latest news, words slightly stumbling. Bucky figured it was time for a wakeup call. So he grabbed a handful of ass, smirking lecherously.

She squeaked and bolted upright, gaping at Bucky. He snickered, “What?” She narrowed her eyes and groped his half-hard dick in return, the brunette’s eyes rolling with a breathy laugh. Bucky rumbled, “Sorry sweetheart, y’feel so good I lost control.” He squeezed again and nosed along her jaw— drawing out a gasp.

“Imagine how I’ve felt, toys don’t do the trick when I have a sexy super hero saving the world.”

Bucky grew jealous. He didn’t care if they were inanimate— only Bucky gets to watch his sweet girl lose herself in pleasure. He growled, “Oh yeah? What did you try?” She bit on her lower lip, eyes darting to the side, face flushing with embarrassment. Bucky ground his heavy cock against her thin underwear to goad her along.

She mumbled, “The vibrator, mm, then the shower one, y’know with the suction.”

He could’ve taken her right there imagining his girlfriend whining frustratedly on the dildo in the shower— curves slick, soapy, and bouncing with her movements. Bucky nipped her bottom lip sharply, relishing in her whimper. He cooed, “Didn’t do ya’ a lick of good either huh baby? Needed this to treat you right.” He rutted again for good measure, cock throbbing insistently. She shivered on his thighs, eyes growing glossy in desire.

She whimpered, “B-Buck, please.”

He growled, “Open.”

The girl did so obediently, widening lax lips. Bucky tilted her head back and dropped some of his spit onto her tongue. He commanded, “Swallow.” She whined thinly, throat bobbing as she did so. Her plush thighs were practically vibrating on his toned ones.

“Please, fuck, fuck,” she cried, tears pricking.

Bucky grabbed a soft cheek forcefully and claimed her lips. She pressed forward clumsily, heavy tits on his chest and little hands wrenching his jacket. Bucky dominated the kiss, his baby too overcome to do much except weak kisses and drooling. He laughed while sucking on her tongue, plundering the cute thing’s mouth.

It was sloppy. Bucky was in heaven. He liked knowing he could reduce her to tears and careless kisses without even getting in her pants. She mouthed against his lips, practically rutting to get closer. Which on that note, he snuck a hand down her plush tummy to get at her pussy. She cried out again, gasping hotly into the super soldier’s mouth.

Bucky slid two flesh fingers across her weeping slit and groaned, “Fuck- sweetheart you’re so wet.” She warbled, “Missed you, please.” In a fitful movement, Bucky flipped her around on his lap. Full ass thickly against his cock and now all of her soft parts for him to grab freely. She seemed too dazed to register, whimpering at the manhandling.

Nibbling on her neck Bucky hummed, “Can you take my shirt off for me baby? Hm?”

She flushed and nodded shyly. He hated when she got shy, thinking her extra padding wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d laid eyes on. Bucky was a man, he wanted something to grab on when he fucked a girl stupid. She shucked off the shirt, almost curling in on herself.

“No- no- you better stop it. Still like ya’ curves doll,” he tutted.

An annoyed whine was his response.

So Bucky ripped off her underwear with his vibranium arm, donning a shit eating grin. The woman yelping and jolting on his cock. Bucky snickered, “That’s what ya’ get, now I get to see it all.” Her face flushed even prettier, swollen lips lax and wet. He grabbed handfuls of her soft tits and groaned deeply, massaging and tweaking the tender flesh.

Her head fell back again the brunette’s shoulder, brokenly whimpering his name. Bucky murmured, “So sweet, missed my baby.” He thumbed at a peaked nipple and circled around it, sending her ass rocking back against his throbbing cock. Regretfully leaving her breast, he slid his other hand to grope at plush hips and belly before drawing fingers against her slick cunt.

She urged breathlessly, “Oh, c’mon touch me bear, oh!”

He sucked a dark mark behind her ear while delving two vibranium fingers into her slick channel— hot, pulsing, and oh-so-soaked. He grunted in arousal, thrusting and curling his fingers. Bucky growled, “Be a good girl and ride my hand.” She nodded vigorously, mewling and canting her hips against the heel of his palm.

Bucky gritted his teeth to hold back from her ass rubbing perfectly along his strained dick. He had to compartmentalize. Objective one, make his Angel cum. Then he can have a go. She squealed on a perfectly timed curl of fingers on the g-spot and his smooth palm against her clit.

The man used his other hand to grab and pull at her bouncing breasts, mouth leaving a mess of marks all over her neck. She began to tremble, hands twitching to find purchase. His sweetie wailed, “Buck, oh goddd, m’so close baby!” The former assassin paused his bite to growl, “Let go, I know it feels s’good. Then I’ll fuck ya’ raw.”

That did the trick. She loved fucking raw. Bucky had an inkling his girl had been wanting him to knock her up. He wouldn’t mind, more tits, more curves, and a Junior. But Bucky was selfish and wanted her to himself for now— no sharing. Her gushing all over his hand brought Bucky out of his fantasies.

She sucked in deep breaths, exhaling with moans, body wracked with pleasure. Bucky cooed and eased her down, drawing his hand out of her. He could bust right now at the slick coating his pants. She turned and begged for a kiss silently, eyelashes fluttering.

They kissed again, softer this time, softly intertwining their tongues. She whispered into Bucky’s mouth, “Your turn, old man.” Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes dramatically, nipping her upper lip teasingly. She reached behind blindly to help him unbutton, lips sealing together with wet smacks.

Bucky moaned when his achy cock hit the air, her slick center so close to where he needed it buried. She mewled, “Take me, use me baby, get it out.” Later, the man would deny the absolutely pathetic noise he made. Bucky aligned the ruddy tip of his cock to her and gritted his jaw at being sheathed. Her back arched at the intrusion, mouthing at Bucky’s scruff.

He gripped onto her wide hips and lifted her up and down on his cock. Basically a cocksleeve at this point with the way Bucky was slamming his angry cock in. She cried and babbled at the rough treatment, incoherent slurs. Bucky choppily grunted and moaned, veins pulsing with sheer need. She felt so fucking good.

Bucky hissed, “That’s my- hah- best girl, bein’a good little fucktoy.”

She nodded deliriously, drool running down a corner or her gaping mouth, tits bouncing wildly as she held onto Bucky’s hands for dear life. The brunette was going to blow quick at this rate— his girl was sucking him in too good. She seized up and squeezed his dick like a vice.

She had cum again, only a shrill yelp and Bucky’s cock being throughly milked as the indicator. His baby fell limp against him, nuzzling into his sweaty cheek. His balls were full up and pulsing, ready to release. Another one, two, three pumps Bucky came with a loud cry of her name.

He slumped into the couch, still seating inside of his girlfriend while riding out the aftershocks. He could vaguely hear her whimpering about being full under the blood rushing in Bucky’s ears. He wrapped his arms around her soft midsection, suddenly very tired. She hissed, “Not there.”

Yawning, Bucky snorted, “No way in hell baby. Can’t a man hug the woman he loves who just made him see stars?”

She narrowed her eyes for a pause then pecked his lips. The woman murmured, “Fine. Since you’re the man I love who made me see stars two times.”

“Well I could count two since you’re in my lap.”

“Hush.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #plus size!reader #fluff and smut

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heavens-hearken · 3 months

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head over heels

pairing: daniel wagner x afab! reader

summary: something happens and i’m head over heels

a/n: what’s up, babes! this is a fic i wrote for my beloved allie because we agreed there’s a severe lack of breeding kink fics out there and we cannot stand for it! so here’s this, i hope y’all enjoy! warnings under the cut!

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected penetrative sex, breeding kink! (uhhh i think that’s it, please lmk if i missed anything)

You had always been a hopeless romantic.

It only got worse when you met Danny Wagner. With his dark curls and his sparkly eyes and his crooked smile, he was a hero right out of your romance novels.

The moment you laid eyes on him, your heart literally skipped a beat.

You were introduced through mutual friends, at a backyard barbeque on the fourth of july; he was wearing a t shirt with the sleeves cut off and a blue swimsuit and there was a backwards cap perched atop his curls. You remember the way he smiled and told you his name and asked if he could get you a drink and you remember the way your stomach was overrun with butterflies within moments.

This was it. Your storybook romance was about to come to life and here was the knight in shining armor come to rescue you from the plights of modern dating. You could feel it.

And then it didn’t happen.

He stole your heart with that crooked smile and then he turned around and gave that same one to everyone else, every other girl. You wanted it to be yours, but it turned out Danny wasn’t interested in saving you from any tower. In fact, it seemed he was only interested in having some fun.

So, you pined and you yearned and you ached, hopelessly in love. You were a cowgirl and he was a wild mustang you could never tame.

And that was the reality you learned to make peace with- that you loved him, but he would never be yours. And because you weren’t an asshole, you kept being his friend. You kept up with the errands run together and the sushi lunches and the parties thick with smoke and wild with liquor. You were content with whatever piece he would give you, as long as you had something of him. Maybe it was sad and a tiny bit pathetic, but you were okay with that too.

What you weren’t aware of, was that every other person in your shared lives knew. How could they not? They caught the longing glances you would cast his way and the way you seemed fidgety and flushed every time he walked into a room. They saw it. The way you held on with two hands to every scrap he gave you.

It was someone’s birthday, a friend of a friend’s, but you were invited nonetheless and with you, you brought an old college roommate who lived out of state that you had recently reconnected with. Cat was a wet dream personified, from her looks to her confidence. And when you brought her out to the patio and introduced her to Danny and Dave, you saw Danny’s eyes light up like a tiger’s. When you glanced Cat’s way, you knew she had noticed and was ready to succumb to the role as prey for him to pounce on. And that was it. It was too much. You felt your vision blur with tears soon to be shed and your hands begin to tremble around the cup of liquor in your hands. So, quickly, you ran.

Cat, oblivious to your pain, shrugged and asked where the liquor was. Danny immediately offered to show her, but Dave, who caught the devastation in your gaze before you bolted, shoved him back down into the outdoor couch and offered up Sam as collateral damage. Sam, high out of his mind already and no idea of what was happening, simply stumbled toward the patio door and gestured for Cat to follow him into the house.

Danny glared at his friend, “What the fuck, man?” The words were sharp, but Danny paused when he saw the irritation and the disappointment in his friend’s eyes, “What?” Danny was clueless, completely unaware of why Dave was looking at him like that.

Dave huffed in disbelief, “You seriously don’t know what?” And when Danny shrugged helplessly, Dave simply spat out your name. This only confused Daniel more and when Dave saw this, he shook his head and pointed toward the shed where those who still smoked cigarettes were banished that you had bolted toward. “That girl loves you Dan. She’s loved you since I introduced you to her at Sam’s fourth of July barbecue two years ago. And you’re gonna fuck her friend?” Danny blanched at the words, following Dave’s accusatory finger toward where you had disappeared.

“I-“ Danny stuttered, stopping when Dave held up a hand.

“Tell it to her. Not me, man.”

Overcome with remorse at having hurt your feelings and desperate to mend what he had possibly broken, Danny pushed off the couch to his feet and without another word to Dave, took off toward the shed.

You were inside the surprisingly roomy shed, leaning against the workbench and pulling long drags off a Marlboro. He paused in the doorway, watching you bring the cigarette to your lips and then pull it away again, letting your head loll back as you blew out the smoke from your mouth. He saw you differently. He saw the blue nail polish on your fingers, the silver hoops in your ears, the beaded anklet around your leg, the way your lipgloss glinted in the light. He saw things he’d never taken the time to notice before, had taken for granted that you would always be there and he could notice them another time.

Then, the floorboard creaked beneath his foot and your head whipped around to face the noise. He saw your jaw tighten as you saw it was him and you turned away, crushing the cigarette under your foot, “Cat’s not here.” Your voice was flat, he never wanted to hear you talk to him that way again. He took a step further into the shed and he could feel you watching him in your peripherals.

“I’m not here for her.” His words were soft, but your brow furrowed at them. You scoffed when he took another step closer to you and shook your head, your arms crossing across your chest in a protective stance.

“What? Like you’re here for me?” Your words had bite to them, but Danny wasn’t fazed. He was looking at the way your hair fell and how your throat worked when you swallowed. God. Was he an idiot? How had he never seen it before? Seen you before?

“What if I was?” He ventured the question and you grit your teeth, fixing a glare on him.

“Don’t. Don’t be mean.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re being mean.”

“How?”

You scoffed, threw your hands up into the air helplessly as you spat out, “Because! Because I have loved you every day from the moment that I met you and you do not get to come in here after eye fucking my friend and act like you feel the same. That’s bullshit. And it’s mean. So if that’s what you’re here to do, just get out. Just go.”

Every word brought you closer to tears and Danny closer to you where you still stood, frozen like prey, against the workbench. He stopped in front of you and you looked down and away from his searing gaze, not sure what to do with yourself with him so close. “Look at me,” he commanded softly, gently. You brought your eyes slowly up to his and Danny noticed for the first time the light smattering of freckles across your nose and the scar above your left eyebrow. “I’m an idiot. I’m a moron. I’m hopeless.” He saw your throat work as you swallowed the lump in your throat, though you kept your gaze steady on his still.

“Why?” The words are whispered and Danny reaches out- slowly, carefully, like you’re a deer and he might spook you- and takes your left hand in one of his, rolling it over so your palm is face up in his one hand. With his middle finger of his other hand, he traces one of the lines on your palm. It’s your heart line and you try and fail to repress the shiver that comes over you at his gentle touch.

He hums softly to himself, then informs you, “Your heart line splits off at the end, curves downward. They say that means that you would sacrifice everything for love.” You exhale shakily at the words as he traces the downward curve in question.

“How do you know that?” Your words are on a breath and Danny looks up from your palm, his eyes are so dark you could get lost in them so easily.

He smiles, that sweet, crooked thing that made you fall so head over heels for him all those years ago and asks, “You don’t remember?” You shake your head and he chuckles, looks back down at your palm and the lines there when he continues, “Sam’s birthday party, you read my palm, told me the same thing.”

You inhale sharply, a slow, hesitant smile curving your lips when you ask, “You remember that?”

He takes a half of a step closer to you, your hand still in his. “It was a crazy night. Jake was talking in that stupid accent and Sam started making drunk omelets for everyone. You and I were the only sober ones in the room. I remember being so happy about that.” You had been too. It had lit you up inside to play mother and father to a bunch of drunk Kiszkas and co. with him. His brow furrows and his mouth opens and closes a few times, like he isn’t sure if he wants to say what is on the tip of his tongue, “I’m sorry it took me so long. I think I knew it the moment I met you, I just got stuck.”

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, “Knew what?” It’s barely a whisper, but he hears it.

“Knew that I love you. Knew that nothing would ever feel right without you now that I knew you. Can you forgive me?” You feel just one tear slip from your eye as his gaze returns to yours and you practically melt to the floor in a puddle at his feet.

“Oh, Danny…” Your voice breaks on his name and when he asks if he can kiss you all you can do is nod and melt against him when he wraps you in his arms and crashes his mouth to yours.

He tastes like tequila and you taste like the cigarette you smoked, but you continue to kiss feverishly despite.

Bending you gently back against the workbench, Danny deepens the kiss further. You’re holding fistfuls of his t shirt, desperate for him to be closer, to kiss you harder. You whimper his name during the rasping breath you both take and he groans, resting his forehead against yours as he begs, “You can’t say my name like that. I’ll have to fuck you right here if you do.” His hands are scrabbling at your hips, clawing up your back, combing through your hair.

You speak between pants of breath, “Please. Please, Danny, please. Fuck me. Right here.” He squeezes his eyes shut at your pleading and then he crumbles, glancing over your shoulder and spying the cracked leather couch stuffed against the wall of the shed. Without warning, he lifts you into the air in an act that makes you squeal softly and then giggle. You wrap your legs around his hips and kiss him again, forcing him to maneuver blindly to the couch on the opposite wall. He tosses you down onto it and stands over you, undoing his belt with one hand and gazing at you with a breath-catching heat in his eyes.

Reaching for him, he lets you take his hands and pull him overtop of you. He’s careful not to crush you, but you wish that he wouldn’t be. He kisses you, your mouths slotting together so perfectly it makes your head spin. You whine softly when he pulls away, pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck and your collarbone, exposed in your dress. He continues the line down your body, scraping his teeth gently over the hardened bud of your nipple and making you moan softly. He shushes you gently, then continues his journey lower. Though you’re twitching with pleasure and anticipation, you try to reassure him he doesn’t have to do what he clearly intends to do and he shoots you a glare. “You don’t even know how excited I am to eat you out right now. Now, where was I?” He continues his trek down your body, settling on his stomach between your legs that you have spread as wide as the couch will allow.

He pushes the skirt of your dress up your body, leaving you in thin, blue panties, and then presses a kiss to each of your hip bones. When he frees you of the confines of your underwear, he groans softly. Eyes glued to your center, he mumbles something about you being perfect and then without wasting another moment he dives into you. Your legs snap shut around his head as the first hit of pleasure shoots down your nerves and you have to bite your lip hard to keep in the moan that crests. You gasp his name as he sucks your clit into his mouth, rolling the bud over his tongue and groaning at the sound of his name on your lips. He works you over, bringing you to the peak of searing pleasure in what feels like moments. There’s almost no need for him to learn your body, he already knows somehow. When you’re shaking with overstimulation, he finally separates his mouth from your center and crawls up your body to meet you face to face again.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” Your words are a tad bit dreamy, but how can they not be when he looks down at you like you hung every star in the sky by painstaking hand.

Then, something crashes into him and he curses, “Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Are you-“

“I don’t care. God, I just need you.” You sound a little desperate as you cut off his question and a smug smile pulls crooked on his slick mouth.

He lowers his face to yours, kissing you once before moving to your ear, “Yeah? Am I gonna put a baby in you already?” Whimpering at the words, you can only gasp his name as he sucks a dark mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear. “My sweet, pretty girl… begging for me to fill her up… god, I want to get you pregnant.” When you moan his name this time it’s a plea and he answers with a groan of his own and then reaches down between your bodies, fumbling with his jeans to free his aching cock from their confines. When he does free himself, he guides the head of him to your entrance, just barely pressing inside.

You’re both breathing heavy, watching the other. You squeak as he slowly pushes inside of you and you hear his shaky exhale at the same time, knowing that the pleasure you feel he shares. He’s probably the biggest you’ve ever had, when he bottoms out he nudges your cervix with the head of his cock and there’s a tender ache searing alongside the sweet pleasure. He asks if you’re okay and you can only nod silently, your breathing shaky at best.

“Danny…” That one word is a plea and it spurs him into sudden action. Gripping the top of the couch with one hand and the arm behind your head with the other, he pulls out only to slam home quickly and all at once. A strangled gasp of his name is all you can manage, though there’s so much more you want to say.

He falls into a rhythm quickly, one that is brutal but so sweet. “Fuck, you feel like fucking heaven.” His words are gasping and desperate, his fingers white knuckled in their grip on the leather. “Oh god baby, I’m not gonna last I’m sorry. Feels too fucking good.” You’ve been chanting his name like a prayer, like it’s gospel, but you take in a shaky inhale and fist his t shirt in your hands to pull him closer to you.

“Cum in me. Please, I want it so bad.” Your begging words make him give a strangled moan of your name and his pace quickens and becomes uneven, his thrusts sloppy. You wrap your legs around his hips, bringing him even deeper into you and causing him to hit a spot inside of you that you’ve only been able to find with a very specific toy that will now lay abandoned in your nightstand. “I love you, give it to me. I want it all.”

He growls out a curse, his arm slipping from the arm of the couch to beside your head and allowing his face to lower to yours. He kisses you, speaking frantic words into your mouth, “I’m gonna cum, gonna fill my girl up. Gonna put a baby in her. Fucking hell. Fuck!” With that final curse, his rhythm stutters and you feel the warmth of his finishing spread out inside of you. You sing his name with him as he cries yours.

Collapsing on top of you, Danny gives a final groan buried into your neck. You press kisses to his sweaty temple, whispering his name and a handful of praises into his ear. You’re both boneless and spent, but after a few moments the weight of his broad, tall frame grows heavy on yours and you giggle breathlessly, “Danny, honey, you’re crushing me.” He mumbles a curse and lifts himself quickly, though you silently mourn the weight as soon as it’s gone.

He glances around the shed, looking for something but you’re unsure what. You’re about to question him when he looks down at you sheepishly, “I don’t think there’s anything in here to clean you up with…”

You grin slyly and a flicker of curiosity passes through his eyes, “Let it drip out of me. You’re finally mine. And I want everyone to know it.”

“Oh, baby, I’ve always been yours.”

#danny wagner x reader #danny wagner x y/n #danny wagner x you #greta van fic #greta van smut #danny gvf #danny wagner #greta van fleet #gvf #buffy tries writing

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devildomwriter · 1 year

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The Brothers Get A Puppy For Christmas Headcanons

Lucifer

• Very surprised by smiles and thank you as he lets the puppy lick his face

• Names it Hunter even though this dog couldn’t defeat a rat

• While he’s more of a big-dog type, he’s very happy about the tiny little thing

• Chihuahuas are known for aggression, so he is careful and thorough with training

• Trains it to nip at Mammon’s heals because Mammon would never endanger a tiny little dog, whether it’s a puppy or not

• It has its own corner in his room, with a light, drinking fountain, mini bed that looks just like Lucifer’s

• Doesn’t care what people might think when they see someone as intimidating as him walking or carrying around a chihuahua because this tiny little thing is above their ranks

• Makes sure Cerberus gets along with them. He will often find them cuddling

• He has a growth photo album, but he’ll wipe the memories of anyone who finds out how spoiled his dog is and how cuddly he is with the puppy

Mammon

• His eyes light up, and he cheers very loudly

• Picks up the puppy and runs around with it, jumping up and down and thanking you profusely

• This is literally his new best friend. Names him Great Goldie, a perfect name for the dog breed

• Takes this dog EVERYWHERE. This dog is never not with him. They take baths together, sleep together, and eat together, and when Mammon gets hung from the ceiling, Great Goldie sleeps beneath him as comfort. Sometimes his whining makes Lucifer let Mammon down for the dog’s sake

• Mans best friend could not apply more for this duo.

• Takes the dog to photo shoots. The dog is a little bit of a celebrity and has appeared in professional shots with Mammon

Leviathan

• “It’s an anime dog!”

• He names him Phantom (after Phantom Thief Jeanne)

• He’s very excited to have a friend he can bring with him when he’s forced outdoors

• Walking the dog helps him get in shape a little more, so Lucifer is glad for the dog’s presence

• He dresses him in anime t-shirts and takes “gamer dog” photos

• Shows off and brags about his dog to everyone.

• The dog loves him to death, so he actually gains a little confidence. “At least you’ll always love me!”

Satan

• He’s very excited to see the present moving and not disappointed at all that it isn’t a cat. He’s very happy to see the tiny creature

• He’s more of a cat person, of course, but Lucifer is okay with dogs because he knows Satan won’t hoard them

• He names the dog, Cat

• This dog breed is known to get along with cats, so he’s happy about that and hopes they’ll make friends with the strays

• He immediately introduces them to the stray cats who act as parental figures, so he ends up having a lot of cat-tendencies

• The dog does not act like a dog by the time it’s grown. It jumps on things, grooms itself, uses a little box, naps on Satan’s chest, and tries to make a purring noise, but it sounds like strained panting, which worries Satan before he realizes what he’s trying to do

Asmodeus

• Is super excited and squeals at such a high pitch only the puppy can hear it

• Names him Pom-Pom, not creative but a name that “matches his cuteness.”

• He loves this little dog so much; he’s always doing its nails, putting bows and accessories in its fur, and taking selfies tougher

• He has merchandise of the dog and claims the dog can charm people, too, because everyone fawns over the little guy

• This dog goes everywhere with Asmodeus, in his purse, of course. It is more spoiled than any purse dog out there. It even has a mini-mansion in Asmodeus’s room and a stepping stool to get to Asmodeus’s bed

Beelzebub

• He is SO excited. He’s SUCH a dog person

• Names her Bell (after barbells)

• Races the dog as part of his morning routine and trains the dog to do lots of tricks

• The dog, despite its naturally skinny physique, becomes a little muscular and acts very similarly to Beelzebub

• Beelzebub will feed her scraps on everything he eats and does a lot of research into what Bell can’t eat, so he’s extra careful

• If Bell can’t eat something he has, he prepares a side dish for her. This dog never actually eats any dog food

Belphegor

• His eyes light up, and he smiles warmly to see the squirming little puppy

• Names the dog sleepy, which is oddly appropriate

• Basset hounds are the sleepiest dog breeds, so Belphegor knows he’ll have a sleeping buddy

• Despite the dog’s naturally lazy behavior, he does still need some activity, so Belphegor takes him on walks which help Belphie get sleepy and more ready for bed

• He falls asleep to the sound of the dog breathing and doesn’t care when the dog licks his face or drools on the bed

• This dog is literally his best friend and the “third sibling” for him and Beelzebub

• Feeds the dog luxury food and uses the dog as bribery, “I’ll go to school if Sleepy can. He keeps me awake.” Lucifer usually reluctantly agrees as long as the dog is quiet, and he usually is.

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