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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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MW2 Reaction to You Calling Them Submissive and Breedable

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Implied Dominant Reader, Implied Submissive Reader, Some Submissive MW2 Characters, Some Dominant MW2 Characters, No Pronouns used for Reader Except for ‘You’, Gendered Spanish Terms of Endearment (Fem-Leaning), Petnames, etc.

Ghost

“Careful, Darlin’,” he says, slowly, lowly, almost hushed. He has you backed against the counter, his hands flat atop it, thick, bulging arms caging you.

He presses his front against yours, his bulge catching you in just the right place.

“Pretty little mouth like that’ll send a man wild.” His breath is hot against your lips, with his just shy of yours. Ready to silence.

“And I won’t be held responsible for what happens when I lose control.”

König

“My, my,” he says, his voice heavy, eyes half-lidded. All the while, he’s approaching you, slowly.

“My little maus is being rather brave today, aren’t you?” He’s condescending. Deceptively so.

With a growl, he pounces, wrestling you down onto the bed, his weight both an unstoppable force and an immovable object as he bunches your hands in one of his, his other at the base of your throat. A warning. He grinds against you, his panting breath quivering at the friction. All the while he’s making dead eye contact with you.

He brings his mouth down beside your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “There won’t be an inch left of you that isn’t mine by the time I’m through with you.”

Soap

“Don’t tempt me, Dolly,” he whines, giving you a pleading look.

When you continue to tease him, to mess with the bull, he gives you his horns.

He pins your arms above your head, a rabid tint in his eye. Feral.

“I warned you,” he breathes, his grip tightening. “Whatever happens now is on your head.” His tone is as serious as death. “And my terms.”

Valeria

She won’t give you the chance to even finish the sentence before she has you pinned against a wall, her chest to your back and a hand around your throat.

“Don’t fuck with me, Querida,” she says, her voice low and hissing. You can feel the darkness settling over her eyes, feel the simmering, bubbling concoction of lust and rage overflow in the way she rocks her hips into the back of yours.

“Because you know I’ll fuck you twice as hard.”

Needless to say, she’s not letting you go until you are perfectly aware that it is you who is the submissive one in this relationship.

Price

“Is that so, Love?” Price’s voice carries, aromatic. His eyes crease and trail your silhouette as he hands you a smile. Throws you a bone. Gives you a chance.

His arms are folded over his chest, the image of strength, resilience, and resolve.

“You sure you don’t wanna take that back?” he says, voice lowering. His head tilts, and his smile begins to retract into a smirk. There’s a hunger to his demeanour. His voice husks.

“Before I make you.”

Horangi

Initially flabbergasted. Then, abashed. Though, he doesn’t want you to know that.

“Negative. A baseless accusation.” He says, humourless. Though, that is his effort to try and hold back the storm, to fortify the floodgates. To keep the excitement in his chest from boiling over.

He stands toe to toe with you, his eyes sharp, dark and unwavering. A look of reproach, though he was from far above it with the thoughts racing through his mind right now.

“And I’d suggest you keep them to yourself,” his hand slithers up your side, takes your shoulder, mock reassurance in his grip. “Before someone decides to punish you for your transgressions.”

Alejandro

“Oh?” His tone is playful as he turns to face you, leaning against the countertop, his arms folded and his smile a signature upon his face.

“Well, then, you’ll have to come and dominate me.” His grin is a disguise. “Only, of course,” he pushes off, walking towards you, intent in his gait. He’s before you now, his chest touching yours. “If you can get me to behave.”

His hand wraps around your hip and squeezes you. His smile is sly. “Else, you’re just a dog whose bark is bigger than its bite.”

“And I can assure you,” his other hand slides around your shoulders, pulls you closer. “That my bite is bigger.”

Rodolfo

“I have no doubt about it, Mi Amor,” he tells you, still carefully crafting you the sandwich you requested. When finished, he passes you the creation, the lack of double-sidedness to his words reassuring. Or inviting. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Little did you know that beneath his butterscotch exterior lay the heart of a lovingly maniacal masochist who, after your little conversation, took to trying to poke the bear, to feed the lion between the bars of the cage.

And you repaid him in kind by giving in to his trap and straddling him, late into the evening, pinning his arms above his head, making vibrant conversation of the obscenities you were going to perform on him.

And he didn’t resist once, instead soaking up every ounce of love you had to give.

Graves

“Sure thing, Doll Face,” he says, blasé. Dismissive. He doesn’t even turn to face you, instead making a mild hand gesture, looking down at his documents.

“Though, let’s be honest,” he flips through his papers. “There’s nothing I can’t make you do for the right sum.” The tinge in his voice is equally as void as before, as if he were stating a fact.

Graves’ fetish for finance (and its many persuasive effects) did little to protect him from your wrath.

And you told him as much – that “No amount can save you now,” before wrecking him.

Truer words were never spoken; especially now as he sat at his desk, his body and pride sore after the fact. Though, he can’t help but crack a smile at the memory. Perhaps he’ll invoke your dominant side more often…

Gaz

“Oh, really?” he says, almost challengingly. He hands you a skeptical look, smiling all the while. Practically chuckling.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Regardless of how capable Gaz is in physical training, he truly is powerless against your advances. That much is proven when he’s pinned beneath you, breathless and whining and clawing at your thighs.

He never challenged you again after that... Well, except when he wanted to.

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hayisins · 6 months

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# — oral ! 🕊️

how : alhaitham, wriothesley, cyno, diluc, + zhongli give head !

disclaimers : afab!reader + no specific pronouns. mentions of a skirt in cyno’s ! zhongli has dragon features ! mndi ! 18+ ONLY ! 🍓

#001 — ALHAITHAM !

his hands are gentle and delicate. like a wild animal he stares at its prey. alhaitham is fixed between your knees, watching your body as if it was some kind of experiment.

finally he stops staring, leaning right in close to your heat. again he stares but this time it’s not a careful study, no, he’s letting his mind run rampant with impure desires.

your grinding hips and needy whines fall upon deaf ears. alhaitham is not listening. slowly his tongue pokes out, gently using the tip of it to graze your clit. the gesture is so gentle it makes you shiver. he takes his time, slowly and calculated he devours you whole. ♡

— “i will take my time with you . . . just be patient, okay ?”

#002 — WRIOTHESLEY !

the duke is rough. every action he has is always full of greed. he can’t take his time, it might kill him if he does. so it’s no surprise he has you pressed against the closest wall.

it’s absolutely no surprise that inbetween ravenous kisses and clashing teeth, wriothesleys hands would be tugging your bottoms down past your knees. at this rate he didn’t care who saw you like this.

he will kiss his way down, leaving a plethora of bite marks and hickeys along the way. now you’re able to look down and see your adoring partner eagerly spreading your thighs and sucking happily on your clit, shooting you a cheeky wink in the process. ♡

— “i don’t care who sees, i want to see you break darling.”

#003 — CYNO !

it’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for. the general mahamatra was more than skilled in keeping such a calm composure even when in a situation just like the one you’ve put him in.

you’re in the tavern, happily drinking and feasting with friends !! however no one knows that cyno’s hand has slowly creeped its way up the incredibly small skirt you decided to wear. for five minutes now his hand was rubbing lazy little circles when you needed him the most.

if there was one thing cyno was incredible at ? it’s eating you out into next week. the mahamatra was not only skilled in combat but also with his tongue. one by one more people started to leave. a perfect enough distraction for a very hard cyno to drag you to the restaurants bathroom to reward your patience. ♡

— “you did so well waiting for me . . . you’ll be compensated cumpletely . . get it because — sorry.”

#004 — DILUC !

he melts. it’s as if a lifetime of stress slides right off his shoulders when he’s in your presence. he takes his time, kissing from your lips right down to your inner thighs. fiery red eyes never leave your expression.

diluc is rather quiet during sex — unless he’s eating you out. diluc truly gets into what he’s doing to you. he prefers to do it in the morning the best.

occasionally he wakes you up by gently kissing your thighs all the way to the softness that is your folds. his eyes hood and his mind swims in an endless sea of lust as he slowly wakes you up with his gentle kitten licking. ♡

— “good morning firefly . . . allow me to finish here and then we’ll get breakfast, yes?”

#005 — ZHONGLI !

for a centuries old retired god zhongli is rather clueless in his ministrations. every way he touches you is like learning to read for the first time. gold eyes carefully watch and observe each and every gasp, whine, bite of the lip — you name it. he was watching.

the way you call out to him does a number on the god complex he tries so hard to deny. thanks to zhongli being an ancient dragon he also had a stunning tongue.

so here he has you in a field of glaze lilys, marking your body in light possessive geo markings you gasp at the all too familiar feeling of zhongli’s forked tongue working to gently flick against both sides of your clit. a satisfied hum leaves his mouth the more you scream and beg for release.

— “your body . . it belongs to me. your god. are we clear little lamb?”

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moonkyos · 2 months

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thigh riding ☾ anton lee

starring: anton x afab! reader (neutral pronouns)

rating: 18+ (explicit)

cw/tw: established relationship, swearing, thigh riding, fingering, anton calls reader "baby"

wc: 587

a/n: i originally posted this a long time ago under a different blog name and for another idol, so if it seems familiar, that's why!

You grind against Anton’s thigh, trying your best to be subtle. You love the way his muscles press against your tingling core, causing a warmth of pleasure.

“What are you doing, baby?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

“Enjoying being close to you.” You smile, resting your head against him, and focus on keeping your breathing steady so he doesn’t notice what you’re really up to.

Finding a good rhythm is easy, and you soon feel your underwear becoming wet from your arousal as you grind on your boyfriend’s thigh. You bite your lip to suppress the moans that threaten to fall from your lips.

A burst of pleasure rushes through your lower half when you find an intensely delightful level of pressure as Anton’s thigh rubs against your clit perfectly. “Mhm, fuck,” you murmur, allowing a brief moan to escape your lips.

“You’re so shameless, y/n. I can’t believe you’re getting off on my thigh,” Anton chuckles, causing your eyes to widen at being caught. You hide your face in his shoulder, your whole body flushing with heat. “You seriously thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“I don’t know! Maybe?” you whine, embarrassed.

He tuts at you playfully. “You’re so naughty. You could’ve just asked me to help you if you were feeling needy.”

“I know, but this feels nice,” you admit shyly, speaking quietly. “Can I keep going?”

He hums in approval. “Go ahead, baby. It’s hot having you pleasure yourself using my body.”

Feeling bolder from his encouragement, you grind down harder and quicken the pace. Anton holds your waist, helping you rock against him as he flexes his muscles for you.

You whimper from the increase in contact, his flexing helping to bring you closer to your peak, and you bite your lip. “Fuck, Anton. It feels so good.”

“Need some help?” Anton asks, his hands grazing over your lower back. “I know you usually like having something inside you. Want to use my fingers?” he offers, and you nod quickly.

You sit up straight, finally seeing that he’s smirking at you and looking smug. “Oh, fuck off.” You roll your eyes, and he laughs.

“You love me,” he retorts.

He’s quick to pull the crotch of your shorts and underwear aside, then sinks two fingers deep into your dripping pussy. You let out a loud moan from the sudden feeling of fullness, gripping his shoulders as your head rolls back.

“Is that good, baby?” he teases, and you whimper, nodding in response.

You rock against his fingers, his digits perfectly rubbing over your most sensitive spot, and know you won’t last much longer.

“Anton,” you moan, biting your lip. “Feels so good, I’m so close.”

Anton grins, pleased with himself, and presses his thumb to your sensitive clit, rubbing quickly. “Just relax and cum on my fingers, baby. Let me take care of you.”

He watches your movements and expressions intently, eyes hooded in arousal as you let out a string of moans and curses. You relish in the euphoric feeling he’s giving you, and your orgasm hits quickly. Waves of pure bliss wash over your body, and you moan loudly, your eyes squeezing shut, nails digging into Anton’s broad shoulders. You ride out your high with his fingers still pleasuring you to draw out your climax.

Your mind feels cloudy, and relaxation comes over you as you try to catch your breath, recovering from your orgasm while Anton gently pulls his fingers out of you.

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ilys00ga · 3 months

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BABY, I CARE FOR YOU.

➞ pair: yoongi x f reader

➞ genre: sickfic, best friends to potential lovers (who knows?), fluffy fluff, yoongi being the best bff you could ever ask for, I miss him so much.

➞ synopsis: where the reader is sick and her bff is always there for the rescue.

➞ warnings: none.

➞ A/N: another request by @parkjennykim, who used 'she/her' pronouns in the req so I used those accordingly. This was fun to write. I hope you enjoy it :)

PS. readers, remember my reqs are still open for now. you can go ahead and send some (read pinned post if u haven't yet, tho).

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the bag you've been carrying all day slipped off of your shoulder as soon as you pushed the door to your apartment open and stepped in. not bothering to pick it up, you remove your shoes and leave them somewhere near the entrance and take a deep breath through the nose.

your body was having a party that day. muscles and head aching like crazy, throat bleeding as it burned with a ticklish feeling that lingered for hours and bringing out coughing fits from your chest every few minutes, legs barely holding you up and an annoyingly runny nose, you're sure the skin around it is red and raw from how you've been rubbing at it with tissues all day. not to forget the fact that you were freezing to death even though the heaters were doing their work in the flat more than enough.

“Mom is finally home!” A loud squeal came rushing from down the hall. You raised your head with some difficulty to see your best friend approaching you with your cat, Leo, in his arms and a wide smile adorning his face. He stopped in his tracks and frowned, however, as soon as he noticed your scowling expression and bloodshot eyes.

“Woah, you look so not happy right now.” he commented.

“What are you doing here, Yoongi?” Though your expression softened as you spoke, your voice still held a wince the more uncomfortable the light bulb became to your squinted eyes.

“You didn’t answer my calls or even texts, so I just decided to come over myself.” he explained, then eyed you up with knitted brows and a barely noticeable pout on his cherry red lips, “are you okay?”

“My head and body are killing me. I’m going to sleep. You can stay as much as you like, just feed Leo before you leave, plea-." A couple of sneezes cut your sentence off. The action stabbed daggers into your already throbbing brain; so painful that your eyes teared up and you squeezed your hands around your skull to try and control the waves of shock that hit you all of a sudden.

“Wait,” Yoongi put Leo on the floor and walked towards you. the back of his hand felt like a soft, warm blanket wrapped up around your body on a cold, snowy night as it rested on your forehead, so you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re so hot.” he grimaced at the heat that bit his skin, and when he noticed how you smirked mischievously with your eyes still closed shut, he whined, “don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your tongue felt numb as you blinked your eyes open and smiled at him.

“Come, you need to take a warm bath and eat something.” his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, slowly pulling towards the bathroom.

"Your hands are always warm. I like that a lot." you whispered, absent-mindedly eying the way he was soothingly caressing the skin under his thumb.

“Are you going to bathe me?” his cheeks warmed up at the question you blurted so suddenly, but the way you were slurring your words implied that none of the things you were rambling about were intentional. the fever really took its toll on your brain.

“Go do your thing, and I'm going to make you something warm to eat.” he bit his lower lip and pointed towards the bathroom, leaving to start doing his task in the kitchen.

"The walls are spinning around me!" You whimpered as soon as you entered your room, wet hair wrapped up in a towel, a fluffy, warm hoodie swallowing your torso and a pair of sweatpants. Yoongi, who was sitting on your bed, immediately fixed his gaze on you with a small smile. you could spot your favorite pair of socks laying beside him on the bed sheets, and your heart skipped a beat or two at how thoughtful that small gesture alone was.

"I'm sorry. let me just blow dry your hair, and then you can eat." he apologized, pointing at the hair dryer he'd been holding in his hand and patting the empty spot next to him.

"You're spoiling me today." You complained, but still obediently sat besides your sweet friend.

"You're sick, I'm taking care of you." he replied matter-of-factly.

you murmured a small 'thank you' before he gently started taking the wet towel off your head, then started carefully drying your hair.

When you stepped into the kitchen, you found Yoongi setting plates, along with utensils on the small table located by the wall. his eyes landed on you as soon as your painful-sounding coughs announced your arrival.

“Feeling any better?” his brows rose worriedly, and his gaze followed your hunched up body as it walked and took a seat.

“kind of. thanks for the food.” You offered a genuine smile despite all the tiredness washing over your limbs. he nodded knowingly.

“Here, take these when you finish eating.” He put a tablet right next to your bowl and sat across from you, digging into his own plate as well.

After a while, you decided to break the comfortable silence when your eyes fell upon the clock hanging just above the door frame, “You have work tomorrow, and it’s getting late. you should probably go.”

“I know you’re a jackass and you’d sleep on an empty stomach if you wanted to, even when you’re sick.” he muttered so casually it almost made you giggle if it weren't for the guilt of forcing him to stay taking over your mind.

“That’s not right!” You started to argue but hissed when your head reminded you that it still got a tornado going on inside of it as it throbbed even harder.

“Stop talking and eat!” he scolded, and you wordlessly complied.

"I'm not leaving until you're tucked into bed and fast asleep," he added in a stern tone after a small pause, making you grin weakly and stuff your face with another spoonful of soup.

"Are you feeling any better?" Once again, yoongi asked after pulling the duvet over your chin. he chose to sit right by your side, on the floor and with his back facing you.

you replied with a muffled hum, barely audible as you were busy gratefully enjoying the softness of your comforter with closed eyes. it felt as though it had some kind of magic that absorbed all the aching tension in your body, allowing you to finally heave a sigh in relief after such a long, tiring day.

"Where's Leo?" you asked.

"probably napping somewhere after his meal."

"You fed him?"

"Of course I did. I'm not like you, forgetting my cat as soon as I get sick." he smirked teasingly.

"I didn't! I knew you were gonna stay, and I trusted you, like I always do." Your voice was only getting weaker and weaker, sleepy as you fought a battle against sleep just to answer your cheeky best friend.

Yoongi only smiled, glancing at you with tinted cheeks. he allowed his gaze to linger just a tad bit more on your closed eyes, nose poking out above the fuzzy blanket and shoulders ever so faintly shivering as the fever still clung onto you. he found the sight so endearing, he chuckled quietly and sighed, "Good to know you do."

"'m so 'ired." You slurred.

"Sleep, darling. I'm right here." was the last thing you heard him say ever so gently before surrendering your powers and drifting into a deep slumber.

Yoongi kept observing as you slept for a while before standing up. He bent down to press one soft kiss on your cheek and another one on your forehead, then walked out of the room with extra efforts not to make any noise and disturb your peaceful night when it had just started.

"Mom is sleeping. Let's hang out in the living room, hmm?" He picked up the fluffy cat that came running towards him as soon as he saw the door opening and kissed his head. heading towards the living room with a small smile on his face.

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mxdnightlvers · 1 year

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𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𓆩♡𓆪

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nsfw scenarios with the characters in a fitting/changing room

➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Childe, Diluc, Alhaitham

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: public sex, choking, lots of teasing, denial

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Gender neutral pronouns and reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was actually from another request I got! They gave me a lot of ideas and this was one of them so ty! This was sm fun to write and I may do a part 2 another time :D

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞❦

You simply wanted help to unzip your dress. If only you knew that you'd have your boyfriend running his hands up and down your body, littering small kisses against your neck as you struggle to keep your whines to a minimum. He simply couldn't resist as he watched the dress fall off your shoulders. Soft hands trace your frame as they slowly drift between your thighs, your cheeks heating up, and whether that was because of where he was touching you, or how lustfully he watched you in the mirror- you couldn't hide how flustered you were.

“How pretty do you think you'd look if I fucked you in front of this mirror hm?” A question that had you searching your vast vocabulary to answer but the only words you could muster were a few 'I's. Your head dropped, hair covering your flushed face as you feel his fingers slip inside your underwear. Holding your breath as he inches even lower as if breathing would make too much noise and get you guys caught. His hands are warm against your skin, and with his head on your neck, you knew he was observing how you react to him. Purposely going slow despite how many times you've shifted your hips.

For what felt like forever, he finally broke the silence, completely pulling away from you, an innocent smile plastered across his face- your flustered frame standing still as you're perplexed by his actions. "Let's continue this at home shall we?" A cheeky grin as he already knows that you can't continue right now even if you wanted to. <3

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜❦

He had your hands against the wall, as his cock slowly slid in and out of out you. He couldn't wait til you were at home. The soft teases you whispered to him when no one was looking, how close you held him at times- oh the absolute joy he felt when you invited him into the changing room with you. His frame bent over yours, hand around your neck as he pulls you closer to him. His hips twitching, just begging to go faster, to feel you better, to hear you moan his name, but he has to settle for slowly moving in you to stay as quiet as possible. It was almost impossible to stay silent if it wasn't for his hand pressed up against the sides of your neck.

His movements slow, but hitting deep, the adrenaline of being caught has your heart beating faster than usual, making you sensitive to every single stroke of his. “God, how I wish I could fuck you senseless right now love,” His whispers breathless and shaky as his self control grows even thinner with each thrust.

The heat in the fitting room becoming almost unbearable, especially with Diluc’s warm body pressed up against you. It was almost painful how slow he had to move but was still a relief to feel so full of him after hours of teasing. Finally pulling away when he can’t maintain the slow pace anymore, reminding you that he will definitely be continuing that later. <3

𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 ❦

You’re jerking his cock off while he kisses you deeply, your hands running through his hair and his chest pressed up against yours. He’s fucking into your hands without a care in the world to keep quiet. “Mm..shh don’t worry they cant hear us over the music and talking.” You didn’t believe him for the slightest, but after seeing Alhaitham so needy and desperate for you that he needs to fuck you in a changing room, worrying about being caught was the last thing on your mind.

He’s buried in your neck, his breathing shaky and ragged, soft moans barely escaping. Cock twitching constantly in your hand, precum leaking between your fingers with every thrust. He’s so needy with his thrusts that you’re forced against the wall. “Fuck- you feel so good god- I just need more of you darling.” His words string together with his soft moans as he presses soft kisses against your collar bone. Hands never staying still as they roam your body, under your clothes, in your hair, wherever he can reach, trying to feel more of you in the confined space.

Teeth sinking into your neck he cums, staining some parts of your clothes in the process. He’s made a mess of himself despite the situation as his guilty eyes look down at your clothes. He offers you his jacket to cover up and you guys leave the store without getting in trouble, heading straight home. <3

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freelancearsonist · 1 month

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I Was Fixed On Your Hand of Gold

➔ Lucien Flores x afab!Reader - 1k

➔ When Lucien gets bored, his hands start to wander. OR Lucien uses his fingers for good evil underneath the table at dinner with your friends.

➔ Rated MA for exhibitionism kink, fingering (r receiving), pet names (baby), references to smoking/nicotine use, no use of y/n, reader has female anatomy but no pronouns used. [please let me know if i missed any :)]

➔ i don't know anything about this man other than that he looks scummy and i'm in love with him. thank you to the dieter bravo brainrot club discord server for feeding my madness and to @shakespeareanwannabe for proofreading this incoherent horny babble <3 title is from 'would that i' by hozier wow what a surprise another cece fic named after a hozier song

“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

It’s growled so low in your ear that you could almost believe it’s imagined. But with the way his fingers are dancing against your burning skin, tracing little circles along the length of your thigh, there’s nothing but intention in his voice–regardless of how raspy and deep it is.

Eager fingers push your skirt out of the way, impatient yet calculated. He moves slowly and with deliberation, careful not to show anything above the tablecloth.

“Don’t ignore your friends, baby,” he murmurs low into your ear so only you can hear.

It reminds you of where you are, and why this can’t happen right now. There’s five other people gathered around the table, all smiles and camaraderie and little sips of cheap wine. It’s been a good evening, really. But they’re your friends, not Lucien’s. He won them over within five minutes of meeting them and he’s been bored ever since. And when Lucien gets bored, his hands start to wander.

It’s wrong and you should really stop him. You should push his hand away before his nomadic fingers can climb any further up your thigh than they already have. But he finds the wet spot that’s pooling against your panties, and there’s no denying how much you want it.

It takes every ounce of your restraint not to moan when he finds your clit. It’s like his fingers gravitate to it, like there’s some kind of magnetic pull–even through the barrier of your panties, the cocky bastard doesn’t struggle at all.

He doesn’t even blink. His thick, practiced fingers swirl against the seat of your panties with ease and he doesn’t react even remotely when his fingers immediately come away soaked.

You’ve never been so wet in your life, watching him chuckle at the story your best friend is telling across the table and all the while pretending that his greedy, heavy fingers aren’t pushing your panties aside to swipe through the gathering slick.

Your knee jolts before you can control it and knocks against his thigh, thankfully not causing any noticeable disturbance to the rest of the table’s occupants. But the look he gives you is enough warning–head tipped down, dark eyes impossibly darker, jaw set. He looks dangerous, and it makes your traitorous cunt soak his fingers even further. He’ll only tell you once: if you can’t sit still, you’ll be going home aching and unsatisfied.

You need to come so bad in this moment that you feel like you might cry–so, despite feeling rather like a scolded child under his gaze–you lock every muscle in your body to the best of your ability and let the horrible, delicious onslaught continue.

You swallow thickly when you feel the first real press of his finger. It swirls from your clit down to your entrance, and that’s all the warning you get before he slowly, torturously presses it into your cunt.

He lets it rest, just for a moment, knuckle deep–he knows that even this single finger is a slight stretch. After a moment or two to adjust, he withdraws completely and you have to fight back the whine that builds in your throat. But before you can betray your impatience he’s back, overwhelmingly so, two fingers pressed deep and curled in the exact way that he knows will make you shatter. It’s cruel to do this to you right now, to find that most sensitive spot when you can’t moan or even shudder in reaction to the delicious onslaught of pleasure.

His fingers are relentless–there’s a skilled craft to the way his arm stays completely motionless while his middle and ring fingers flutter and scissor against your g-spot.

Your thighs shake from the sensation the closer he brings you to release. As much as you try to ignore it–to focus on the current story about something that happened in a grocery store parking lot last Thursday–he’s bringing you to the brink so fucking fast that there’s no denying it. There’s no hope for composure, especially once his calloused thumb joins in to swirl tight, rapid circles over your clit.

Above the table, you make eye contact with one of your closest friends and laugh breathlessly at the meaningless story they tell. They never even suspect that below the table, you’re squeezing and fluttering around Lucien’s hand as the most intense orgasm of your life sweeps through you.

It takes a solid few moments for you to be able to breathe normally again. And Lucien, the smug bastard, just leans back in his chair and spreads his leg comfortably, free hand resting behind his head in the most casual manner possible like he didn’t just make you come all over his fingers. And then, when he’s sure no one is looking, he brings his right hand up to his lips and sucks his fingers deep into his mouth–looking directly into your eyes as he does so. He licks every drop of your cum from his digits so carelessly in front of your friends that it nearly makes you come again.

You think he’s had his fill. Your head stops swirling and he laughs along with your friends and you think he’s done. You’re wrong.

He takes your hand in his and laces your fingers together, guiding you ever-so-slowly to palm him through his loose sweatpants. His cock is straining, hard and insistent, against the thick cotton fabric–it makes you squirm in your own seat a little bit.

He’s impossibly casual about your touch as he wiggles a half-spent pack of Marlboros from his breast pocket.

“Go ahead, baby,” he mutters right into your ear. “Take care of your fuckin’ mess.”

And who are you to decline after he so generously took care of you?

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 .ೃ࿐

𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨!𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 2.4k words; aphrodisiac accident, explicit smut, no reader pronouns but “pussy”, “clit” and “cunt” are used, pussy slapping, slight overstimulation, some plot, some fluff

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first full one-shot! bakugou seemed like the right choice since his birthday just passed. manga cap colored by moi ( ᐛ )و plspls tell me what you think of my writing! i’ll really appreciate you!

𝐒𝐨 stupid.

You can’t believe you had forgotten to update such critical information—paperwork you had filled out nearly ten years ago that you simply never thought to return to, never remembered to return to.

Now your reminder has arrived (too late) and is standing in front of you with a deep frown etched into his features as he examines you from across the hospital room.

“M’sorry,” you breathe heavily, “you don’t have to stay.”

Bakugou doesn’t move aside from crossing his arms over his chest and making his quintessential mocking “tch.”

Dabbing your forehead with the wet rag you’ve been clutching for dear life, you try again. “No, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” Nevermind the fact that it feels like your skin is on fire, and your blood is bubbling with need.

Fucking aphrodisiac quirks. Every hero knows to beware of them despite how rare they are, but after avoiding such a quirk for years, the warning turned into more of a myth in your head, even with the waivers and emergency contacts you’ve filled out in the past—one packet while you were still at UA (in which you listed your best friend as your ‘rescue partner’) then again at your first real agency job.

“Just list me, I don’t care,” the Dynamight had waved off. “Those quirks are so fuckin’ rare you’ll probably never run into one.”

So you put your fucking boss down on the paper like an idiot, and he scribbled his messy signature like an idiot, and then you both promptly forgot about the exchange until right this moment.

“Don’t be stupid,” Bakugou huffs in front of you, finally walking to you and snatching the rag out of your hand to wet it with colder water in the sink.

It’s been a couple years since you’ve seen each other in person aside from tense, fleeting moments during missions. He’s still attractive as ever, still gives you butterflies like when you originally worked for him, like when you used to ogle him through the TV in your early teen years.

He’s in his thirties now, and though his hero costume hasn’t changed much over the years, he fills more of it out—specialty spark-proof shirt sticking to every dip and curve of muscle, gauntlets looking less humongous where they hang under impressive biceps. He slips said gauntlets off and gently sets them on the stiff hospital couch then moves back to you and places the wet rag on the back of your neck.

If you weren’t so distracted, you’d be surprised at his composure, especially since you didn’t actually leave his agency on the best of terms. There had been a… disagreement about a promotion that resulted in you packing up your desk and storming out, not caring about the bridges you would burn by doing so. To add insult to injury, you ended up at one of his best friend’s agencies working under Chargebolt.

You expect Bakugou to bring it up and get mad, scold you for making such a rash decision (like he doesn’t do the same thing), but he doesn’t. All he does is sigh and mumble, “how’d you even get in this mess, ya’ dumbass?”

It makes you laugh which makes you cramp and throb between your legs. You aren’t sure how long you’ll be able to stand the small talk, though the cool water dripping down your back helps alleviate some of the heat.

“Seemed like a typical smash n’ grab,” you tell him, clenching your jaw when you feel his bare fingers graze your hairline. “Was not typical, it turns out. Guy got away with a bunch of jewelry and I got away with…”

“A need to fuck?” Bakugou snorts.

Your run your hands down your face while whining, “don’t say it like thaaaaat,” because it’s embarrassing.

“Why? That’s what it is? You got hit with a quirk that makes ya’ need dick.”

His tone is amused but it still goes right to your pussy.

“I don’t need dick,” you argue. “The effects will wear off on their own.”

“Yeah, but it’ll probably take longer.”

You watch as he bends at the waist to unlace his boots and take them off. He unbuckles his belt next, unbuttons his pants, and you’re swallowing excess saliva at the thought of what will happen next.

It’s Bakugou. Murder God Dynamight. Your old boss who you sort of fucked over. The idea of being so vulnerable with him nauseates you, but… he’s here, and he’s undressing, and he’s peering at you like he has no qualms whatsoever.

Your head is screaming at you to shoo him away, but your cunt is leaking with arousal, insides pulsing in time with your heartbeat, and you just don’t have the willpower to deny yourself the relief that he will surely grant you.

“Fine. Just know that I know this is a dumb idea.”

“You’re the one who didn’t fill out new paperwork,” he reminds while peeling off his shirt. “Take your clothes off, idiot.”

You roll your eyes but also obey without protest. “I see you’re still sweet as ever.”

All of your clothes are damp with sweat as you take them off and fling them somewhere. At this stage of a hookup, you're usually a little shy, wanting to cover yourself back up, but you’re not operating at full capacity as of now. There’s no room for shyness.

A lot of pro heroes have merchandise that goes far past t-shirts and keychains, and Dynamight is no exception. You don’t know how many “replica” dildos you’ve seen online and in sex shops, and though many of them are appealing, none come close to the real thing.

Bakugou has a fat cock, mushroom-shaped head leaking with translucent precum. A vein pops and curves up the side like a river that accentuates his girth. A gradient from pale to angry pink, it might be the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, though that could be the aphrodisiac quirk talking. His is the kind of cock you want to suck, the kind you’d happily let bully your throat open. More than that, though, you want it inside of you. You want it to make you cum.

You reach out to grab him, but Bakugou steps just out of reach with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Nuh uh,” he shakes his head. “Gotta show me that pussy first.”

Your vision tunnels from the lust that overwhelms you, and you throw yourself onto your back hastily, shamelessly spreading your legs in both display and invitation. You don’t have to see yourself to know how pathetic you look, sweating and panting, thighs already trembling as slick leaks from your hole in thick globs. You’ve never felt this kind of desperation before, and now you truly understand why heroes are warned so heavily about these quirks.

“Fuck me,” Bakugou exhales, sliding to his knees and bending forward to press his face between your legs. At first all he does is breathe in deeply. You would blush if you weren’t in such a state, but the action only turns you on more.

A tongue traces from your hole to your clit, parting your lips and gathering your arousal with each pass.

“Bakugou,” you whimper, wiggling your hips wantonly.

“Shh, lemme make you feel good,” he rumbles.

Tears pool behind your closed eyelids, and you plead with him, “wanna feel good with your cock, pleeease.”

You feel his derisive exhale more than hear it, but as he rises and gets on the bed you definitely hear the words, “greedy brat,” leave his mouth.

Your back arches like your possessed when Bakugou guides his thick cock into your hole, gummy walls sucking him in until his tip is kissing your cervix. You need to be fucked now, need him to fuck you and fill you with his cum over and over again, “please, Kat…” you sob, falling into old habits of when you considered each other friends.

“I’ve got ya’, sweetheart,” he promises, slowly thrusting. “M’right here.”

He feels so good, sliding in and out of you and making a home of your insides. You feel him in your stomach, in your chest, and your heart starts beating too fast when you lock eyes with him.

“Ready for more?” he asks.

“Yeah, yesyes, please.”

Without any further warning, Bakugou manipulates your legs so that they’re pressed to your chest, knees parallel to your ears. Your eyes roll with the new angle, spongy tissue massaged in just the right way, and when Bakugou realizes he’s hitting the right spot, he starts snapping his hips harder and faster.

You’re full-on crying now, a steady stream of tears dripping from your eyes, but you’re smiling, begging, thanking whatever god there is that Bakugou is here and taking away your pain.

Your pussy squelches with every thrust, wetness splashing between your bodies, creating a tacky mess all over thighs and pelvises.

“Feel good, baby,” he tells you, and his own eyes are cloudy, lips parted and just asking to be nipped. So you lean up as well as you can, grabbing him by the hair at the back of his head, and kiss him sloppily.

Bakugou groans, rhythm faltering as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. It feels like you can’t breathe anything but him. He’s filling every inch of you, invading every sense. He smells like gunpowder, tastes like caramel, and feels like a body of divinity.

“S’your pussy always this creamy or is it just for me?” he growls, letting go of one of your legs so he can slide a finger alongside his cock, thoroughly coating it in your juices then pulling it out to show you.

“Quirk,” you gasp. It has to be, right? You can’t be this out of your mind for Bakugou, can you?

“Oh yeah?” he starts tapping your clit with his fingers, growing a little more aggressive with each hit until he’s slapping your swollen bud.

“Just the quirk, huh? This pussy squirting ‘cause of the quirk too?” He rubs over the slick bundle rapidly, overstimulating you until your body pushes out a geyser of squirt that soaks Bakugou’s toned chest. He resumes slapping your pussy, making you jerk beneath him, and keeps up the ruthless cycle until the bedsheets are drenched and you’re babbling a confession, “it’s you, always you, wanted you for so long, Kat…”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he tells you approvingly as he starts fucking into you again.

Your walls swell around his cock, spasming with an impending orgasm. Bakugou keeps drilling into you, spewing filth right in your ear, breath hotter with every taunt.

“You wanted this cock so bad, yeah? That why you left me?”

You shake your head, jaw falling open as your climax builds.

“Wanted me to fuck your little pussy but didn’t know how to ask? Well, I am now,” he continues, “finally gonna fill you up like I’ve wanted to.”

Your breath is pushed from your lungs in a long moan when it hits you, puffy cunt gushing around Bakugou and milking his own orgasm from him, hot cum painting your insides and slowly oozing from your loosened hole.

You’ve heard that with many aphrodisiac quirks it takes more than just one sexual cycle to get it all out of your system—multiple phases of excitement, multiple plateaus, multiple orgasms, and multiple resolutions.

But sometimes one is enough. If the cycle is strong enough and your body releases enough…

“God, I feel so much better,” you say, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. “Thank you.”

Bakugou pulls out and rolls onto the bed next to you, also breathing heavily. Though still hard, you know his cock is spent, slowly softening where it glistens with the mixture of fluids. He doesn’t say anything, just nods.

You figure he’ll catch his breath then get up and leave, remind you to change your emergency contact.

But after several minutes of post-orgasm bliss, he pipes up in his gruff voice, “so why did you leave like you did?”

It’s not really what you feel like talking about, but you kind of owe him. Plus, the answer is pretty simple.

“You already know. I was angry about being passed up for the promotion,” you sigh. “I thought I was doing pretty well as an intermediate sidekick, but… guess not.”

“Nah, you were doin’ great. You did well with me and all the other pros.”

You glance over at him with narrowed eyes. “Then why’d flaming pubes get the promotion?” you think back to the new sidekick bitterly.

Bakugou opens his mouth but immediately closes it again. Sits up, hunches forward, drags a hand down his face.

“Kat… why?”

“Cause I didn’t want you on crazy fucked up sites,” he tells you, voice too loud. “I’d seen you cry during rescue missions and didn’t like it, and you split your fuckin’ head open on the Dark Shot mission, and I didn’t like worrying about you!”

You stare at him in bewilderment. He was… trying to protect you?

“You would rather some freshly graduated sidekick die than me?”

“I don’t want anyone to die, but least of all you.” He heaves a shaky breath, hands shooting out like they’ll help him explain himself better. “You were a distraction for me! If I could keep you even a little bit safe, I could keep doing my job right.”

Your head is clearing. You’re still foggy from your orgasm, but at least you’re no longer sex-crazed.

“So, what are you saying exactly?”

“Dude, don’t play stupid,” he snarks, but you can see the plea in his crimson gaze: don’t make me say it.

Fighting a smile, you decide not to tease.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I was distracted the entire time I worked for you. Crushing on your boss is hard.”

A faint blush reddens his cheeks as he mutters, “yeah, so’s crushing on your god damn employee. Felt like some school boy bitch.”

“Is that why you saved me today then? Get what you used to think about all the time?” you smile.

“No. I saved you ‘cause I signed my name on a legal fucking document.”

The very beginnings of disappointment rise in your chest, but before they can fully bloom, Bakugo leans over and kisses you. Much softer than what you had initiated while in the throes of passion. His lips are gentle, moving in sync with yours. There’s no tongue, no urgency, just pure satisfaction and contentment that makes you melt.

“Getting to do that is a pretty big plus, though.”

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dirtyvulture · 6 months

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Ceremony

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Sergeant!Reader

18+ only read at your own risk

Summary: You get some (very nice) awards for your actions during Operation: Avalanche.

Word count: 1834

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

This is Part 4 of my Sergeant Beef AU, following the events of this fic.

“Why is all of this necessary?” you whine, pulling at your stiff collar. Natasha slaps your hand down as she fixes the medals and ribbons on your chest.

“This is what you get for almost getting yourself killed,” she replies, although there is no malice in her tone. “Don’t worry. We can go back to my place afterwards and–”

“Finally,” you interrupt with a grin.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she chastises again, although you know she’s just as excited as you are to be back on your home turf for the first time in months.

“How do I look? Would I pass your inspection this time?” you ask as she backs away from you, surveying you up and down. You’re leaning on one crutch still, but you’re glad that you don’t have to use a wheelchair anymore.

“You look fantastic,” Natasha says, leaning in for a soft kiss. “Ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

She walks at your pace as you hobble out of the parking lot, joining the large group of people gathered on the lawn of the park. Most of them you hadn’t seen since before your deployment, which at this point feels years ago. Your entire team is here too, all of them crowding around you for hugs and handshakes. There’s too many things to be said but no privacy to say them in, so you promise that you’ll give them your time once you return to the base. Men and women with more medals and ribbons than you can count come over to thank you and wish you well. It feels odd being the center of attention and you’re not really sure you like it.

Peter Parker brought along his Aunt May and she gives you a hug that almost lifts you off the ground. She cries into your shoulder while thanking you for not leaving her nephew behind and you unexpectedly get a little choked up yourself.

There’s also a camera crew from the local news station that asks you to sit down for a brief interview. You see Natasha watching you from behind the camera, a mixture of pride and worry on her face for you. She knows this event is emotionally and mentally draining for you, but she can’t be happier to be here celebrating your achievements with you.

After the interview, you sit with her in the front row, you on the aisle side because you need space for your crutch. General Fury goes up to the stage and gives the opening speech.

You zone out, hearing your name said a few times, but you don’t really care. Natasha nudges your knee with hers and you look up at her. She smiles bracingly which you return half-heartedly.

“I would now like to welcome Sergeant Y/N to the stage,” Fury says, as everyone erupts into applause. You grab your crutch and Natasha stands with you. Slowly, you limp to the steps of the stage, Natasha hovering behind you carefully. You hop up each step, your face hot as you feel all eyes on you and you pray that you don’t accidentally trip in front of them. “Sergeant Y/N,” Fury says as you approach him. He is mindful to offer you his left hand so you can leave your right one holding onto your crutch.

“It is with great honor that I present to you today the Purple Heart Award and the Distinguished Service Cross, for your bravery and actions during Operation: Avalanche. You did not hesitate to put yourself in certain danger to ensure your team’s safety, and because of your sacrifice, all six members of your team are here today. Thank you for your service and dedication to protecting this country, Sergeant Y/N.”

The applause sounds louder up here than your seat, and you stand tall as Fury pins your two new awards to your chest. Natasha is standing, probably clapping louder than anyone else, and her reaction makes you feel happier than the two awards you’ve just been given.

“Thank you, General,” you say, saluting him with a tight voice.

“Don’t thank me, Sergeant Y/N. I didn’t even write the speech,” he teases, standing next to you and posing for some pictures.

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After the ceremony, you skip your own after party to go home with Natasha. You give everyone the excuse that you’re tired, which isn’t technically a lie, but now you just want to spend time with Natasha. She brings you to her apartment, which is bigger and nicer than yours, but you don’t even have a second to revel in its familiarity when she pushes you into the bedroom.

She helps unbutton your shirt, being very mindful of your new awards, taking it over to her closet to properly hang up. You can’t help but smile at how respectful she is when it's normally a desperate frenzy to get you undressed. You toss your crutch onto the floor, leaning most of your weight on your left leg while trying to simultaneously unbuckle your belt and take off your pants without falling over.

By the time she comes over to you, she’s already naked herself and you can’t help but moan when she presses against you, skin-to-skin. She wraps her strong arms around your waist, helping keep you upright, leaning up to kiss you. You can tell she’s trying to be gentle with you, but you can feel her passion with the way her hands possessively run up your sides, skating carefully over the new, large scar along your ribs. Her nails dig into your back muscles to press you against her harder.

“Nat,” you whisper when you start to feel your right leg shaking. You know you lost some muscle mass and definition being cooped up in a hospital bed for months, but Natasha doesn't seem to mind. You're also embarrassed that you can’t stay standing for long, but Natasha pulls away to take your hand and lead you to the bed. You limp after her, immediately dropping to your knees on the mattress as she lays down in front of you.

“I really want you, Y/N,” she says, practically devouring you with her eyes alone. “But if you’re not up to it, I can wait.”

“I want you too, Nat. So much,” you reply, starting to jerk yourself off to hardness. It’s been months since you’ve had an opportunity to have her like this; as often as her visits to your room in the hospital were, you weren’t well enough to engage in her favorite activity the way you used to. It had been hard on both of you to have to wait, and part of you was nervous that you wouldn’t last that long or didn’t remember how to please her.

“Okay. How do you want me?” Natasha asks, and it’s unusual for her to let you decide. But she seems to understand the importance of going at your pace and doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

“Uh…on your knees?” you suggest, not even sure what you’ll be able to handle. As long as the movement was minimal, you figure you’d be okay.

“Okay.” Natasha kisses you again before turning to face away from you, presenting her perfect backside. Instinctively you grab onto it, shuffling forward until your cock bumps against her butt. You’re already throbbing at her touch but you want to make sure she’s near the same level as you.

You bend forward, your side protesting a little at the movement, but you push through, slipping your arm around her waist to drag your fingers through her folds. Natasha puts her hand on your wrist to guide you better, and you start panting in anticipation when you feel how wet she is.

You dip your fingers into her while circling her clit and her body stiffens underneath you. You’re just glad you’re doing something right as she ruts back against you with a whine, guiding you to move faster and deeper.

“Fuck, I think I’m already going to cum,” Natasha admits, tightening around your fingers. She forces you to stop moving so you wait for her next instruction. It makes you feel a little bit better that you’re not the only one with decreased stamina. “Are you ready, babe?” she asks. “I want to cum with you.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say, looking down at your hard cock that’s standing almost at a 90-degree angle.

“Okay. Fuck me good, Y/N.”

Her words turn you feral almost instantly and you steady yourself by holding onto her waist with both hands, maybe a little harder than you intend because you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to keep yourself upright, even in this kneeling position. The tip of your cock brushes against her hot center and this time, you don’t wait for further permission to enter her. You push in, her tight heat surrounding you, and you have to bite your lip to remind yourself not to cum immediately.

“Fuck, Nat,” you grunt, afraid to move while you adjust to how perfectly she stretches around you. Your cock twitches when she pulls you in deeper and you finally move your hips in time with hers, although a little more slowly than you would have liked.

You moan like you haven’t been fucked in months, which is technically true, and Natasha pulses harder around you when she hears your reaction to her. She pushes back against your abs with some force, a little afraid that she’ll knock you over, but she’s so desperate to be filled by you. Her toys, her hands, and even yours would never compare to your cock.

The bedroom quickly fills with the slick noises of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The pain in your side and thigh starts to become noticeable even with the numbing pleasure between your legs, and you realize you have to finish soon or you won’t get to at all.

“Nat, I…I need to cum,” you beg, hoping she’s at her peak too.

“Let go, babe,” Natasha says, curling her hands into the blankets and lifting her hips higher so you can piston against the sensitive spot inside of her. It takes a few more strokes that almost have you seeing stars before you unload, arching forward to bury yourself to the hilt as you pump out your seed in a few hard bursts. The pressure of being filled is enough to send Natasha over the edge, her cum dripping onto your cock as you pull out and collapse next to her on the bed, your chest heaving and sweat collecting around your neck.

Natasha reaches out to you, wrapping herself around your body like a koala bear. Although she would love to go another round with you, she can tell you’re too exhausted and doesn’t want to push you. So as you slowly drift off to sleep, Natasha whispers in your ear how much she loves you and how she’ll never take you for granted again.

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deucebox · 2 years

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: ̗̀➛ our sweet adorable… child? wait-

scaramouche x reader

fluff

794 words

note: scara referred to reader as the kid’s mom once but they/them pronouns still used. not really proofread hehe.

you didn’t know that having a kid around would allow you the opportunity to witness another side of scaramouche you thought you would never see.

scaramouche could only look at you with furrowed brows with his arms crossed on his chest. “the hell is that?” he scoffed.

“a… child?” you answered unsurely with a hint of ‘isn’t-it-obvious?’ tone, hugging the frame of the little girl closer to your body.

the young man clicked his tongue in annoyance, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. “where did you get it?”

“she spawned from the sky— for archon’s sake, i have no idea either!” you snapped back and cleared your throat after. “but really, i was looking at the stalls in the market a while ago when she suddenly held my hand and tagged along. i tried asking where her parents are but she seems to not know and i’m guessing she’s around four years old?”

he scanned the girl in your grasp and the kid stared back innocently. she turned her body to his direction and stretched out her arms.

you chuckled and walked closer to scaramouche and he reluctantly held her. “what’s your name, little one?” he inquired warily.

“yuina!” she cheerfully answered, craning her neck to the side and gazed curiously at the red strings dangling from his hat.

yuina leaned forward and rested her chin on scaramouche’s shoulder and reached out to pull the string downward, causing him to throw his head back a bit and you stifled a laugh.

scaramouche groaned and immediately went to lecture her. yuina couldn’t help but pout sadly as her ears took in all his scolding.

“kunikuzushi.”

his head snaps towards you upon sensing the emphasis of threat in your voice. you irritatedly signaled him to look at yuina’s state and so he did.

scaramouche stared at her glossy eyes, red nose, and flushed cheeks while trying not to let out a sob.

his eyes widened slightly for a fraction of second before stuttering out an apology. “s-sorry. don’t cry, yuina. i’m not mad at you, hush now.” he gently pats her head before proceeding to wipe away her tears with his thumb.

“k-kuni…zuhi…?” she imitated but only jumbled her own words.

“you’ll get it right next time,” he sighed.

“kuni made my yuina upset? what should we do to get back at him?” you joked and squeezed her chubby cheeks softly.

“‘m hungry.” yuina cheekily smiled. with her simple gesture, both you and scaramouche were stunned for a moment with how cute she is.

“then let’s make kunikuzushi pay for our food!” you suggested and scaramouche could only let out a huff.

“yuina,” she pointed at herself and you two pay attention to what she was going to say next. “papa… mama…” she then pointed at scaramouche and then you.

“ridiculous. we are not your paren—mhmp!” you gently slapped his mouth shut and just nodded at her. “we can be your second mom and dad, yuina! we’ll take care of you.” you reassured and she let out a small ‘yay!’

he reached out in his pocket and fished out a chocolate candy. scaramouche unwraps it with one hand and brought it closer to yuina’s face.

she instinctively reaches for it but scaramouche brings his hand further away, making the child whine. “ah-ah-ah. if your hands get dirty, you might wipe it on my clothes. let me feed it to you instead.” he reasons out, voice uncharacteristically soft and gentle.

“how come you never feed me affectionately like that?” you shamelessly sputtered and he grimaced at your statement. “grow up, y/n.” he snarled, bringing back his attention to yuina as she gratefully munched on the treat.

“could be saying the same thing to you,” you whispered. “what?” he glared. “nothing!”

“don’t be like your mom, they’re always so mean to me.” he feigned hurt and yuina giggled before agreeing, scaramouche smiled in victory before insisting a high-five with her.

“why are you teaming up on me now, huh?” you playfully scrunched your nose disappointingly.

“let’s leave y/n now and we’ll buy you whatever you want to eat, yes? good.” he insisted.

yuina happily booped scaramouche’s nose. he stilled in shock and for once today, he breaks and smiles.

“feeling bold now, are we?” he teased and lowered his head a bit so that his nose could touch hers. being a witness of this tugged your heartstrings in the best way possible and you could just melt there and then at the sight.

you didn’t even notice that they were both looking at you expectantly. “are you just going to stare at us and not eat?” he sassed and you excitedly walked to his right side, your hand finding its way to hold his unoccupied hand.

perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad if you and scaramouche keep yuina for the rest of the day.

and if i suddenly kill yuina then what

just kidding hehe. scaramouche’s backstory was my main reason for writing this in one sitting and i hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i do!

i really really hope this was to your liking nakskkw rbs are greatly appreciated ty ily pls take care *smooches*

#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche scenarios

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sandinthemachine · 1 year

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GOD the thought of one of them being forced to watch the other rail you, and they're restrained with a huge hard on whimpering wishing that it was him touching you instead, you all take care of eachother afterwards ofc <3

Y'all got me foaming at the mouth writing like I'm rabid and I love it

Warnings/tags: afab reader w/ they/them pronouns, loosely edited late-night filth, piv sex, oral sex m!receiving, briefly brainrotting fluff at the end and then someone (guess who) just has to get in the last word. it's all in the ask folks

This has a part 2 now!

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Drink up my thirsty friends

It wasn’t even König’s fault. He wasn’t the one who gave you such soft hands, such a sweet voice, such a pretty mouth. How could anyone blame him for falling apart at the touch of those hands, the sound of that voice, the feel of your mouth?

“You have such a pretty cock, König,” you croon as you kneel naked in front of him, stroking the length of it. You kiss the tip. “Anyone ever tell you that? How gorgeous your cock is?”

He opens his mouth, only to whimper as you lick along his slit, smiling at him so sweetly. “No one? You poor thing.” You run your tongue along a vein, smiling at his breathy sigh. “I love this cock. Love how good it feels inside me. How much it stretches me.”

“Then let me fuck you,” he pants rocking his hips forward, only for you to pull back, lips curled deviously.

“Not yet,” you soothe, kissing his thigh. “Want to taste you.” You take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around slowly with a hum that has him shaking already.

“Please,” he begs. “Let me…I’ll make you feel so good…” he pants as you take him in deeper. “I’ll…I’ll fuck you so good…you’ll…you’ll forget everything else.” You moan around him, letting him rock his hips even further into your mouth.

“Will you?”

König freezes as you pull back to whip around, eyes fixing on Simon standing in the doorway like a wraith, shoulders nearly knocking against the side of it. Even in civvie clothes with the balaclava off he looks for all the world like a vengeful spectre. Unstoppable. Unappeasable. Your only hope to pray for his mercy.

“You would forget me, love?” He growls, prowling forward like a bear. “Forget how good my cock makes you feel?”

“Never, Simon, I-”

“You’re right.” He stops, looming over you. “Never.”

You lean forward to palm him through his pants but he catches both of your wrists. “No,” he snarls, turning to place your hands just above König’s knees. “You don’t get to touch. And you,” his gaze shifts to König. “Stay still. Hold their hands there. And watch.”

You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows before nodding, spreading his hands across his thighs to clamp your own into his skin. His hips wiggle a bit, his hard member bobbing in front of your face, but at Simon’s glare he stills.

You feel the pressure of the thunderstorm that is Simon Riley building behind your back as he sinks to his knees. His breath brushes over the top of your head and you shiver, feeling the air around you move as he leans around you. “You alright?” he whispers. You nod, feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temples before looking up at König.

König’s eyes are glassy already, but he too nods, and out of the corner of your eye you see Simon lean around you, pressing against your back as he places a kiss on König’s knee.

And then the softness of Simon Riley retreats, replaced with the hard persona of a commanding officer divvying out punishment to his misbehaving soldiers. One hand grabs your shoulder, holding you just far enough back that your mouth can’t reach König’s cock lest you get any ideas. The other is on your hip, shifting your body back onto his lap, groaning as your legs spread open around his own.

Above you König is already whining and trying not to squirm. Part of him wants to beg Simon to let him fuck your mouth, or even just to let him use one of his own hands. But another part of him, one that settles deep and dark into his gut, is writhing in excitement, clamping his teeth down onto his tongue so he can see just how far this goes.

It wasn’t König’s fault. He didn’t mean it like that. You knew he didn’t mean it like that. Hell, even Simon knew. But Simon would be damned if he didn’t have some fun teasing him about it anyway. You weren’t the only one who loved hearing König beg. Just as König wasn’t the only one who loved watching you fall apart around him. And if Simon could have both at the same time? Well, he would count himself the luckiest man alive.

Simon’s already sending silent praises to whatever crazy streak of luck landed him here, with you on his lap as he fumbles at his belt and trousers until he finally frees himself, hearing your beautiful gasp as he rubs his tip down your soaking slit. “Fuck, pet, look at yourself. Think you could take me just like this?”

You mewl, rocking your hips down onto him and eliciting another gravelly swear before his hands tighten around you and pull you down, slow but relentless, forcing you open around him. You throw your head back, gasping for air as you feel König’s hands tighten around yours, gripping his own thighs as strangled sounds come from his throat.

“You like that, big guy?” Simon taunts, and König’s teeth dig deeper into his tongue as he takes in the man’s smirk while he bottoms out. “You like watching them take everything I can give?”

Simon rolls his hips up into you, pulling another sound from your tightening lungs. König screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, digging marks into his flesh and driving the blood from your own hands, desperate to bring himself under control.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” Simon commands, and immediately König obeys, cock jumping traitorously as he whips his eyes down. Simon stares at his achingly red member before his eyes drift upwards, coals burning right through König’s own watery vision. He snorts, a sound of laughter. “Good boy.”

König whimpers, but the sound is drowned out as Simon digs his hand in, pulling you up only to slam you back down with a depraved squelch. Immediately he moves into a brutal pace that has your arms shaking and your lips quivering.

You barely notice König’s own thighs shaking as he squirms on the couch above you, whimpering and sobbing as he is forced to watch you fall apart, everything in him jerking with every grunt and huff coming from Simon as he takes his pleasure. König tries to imagine it, to feel your tight wet walls around him, but it only makes more blood rush down, pushing the pain-pleasure nearly to his limit. Tracks of tears run down his cheeks now and all he wants is to leap forward, to pull your mouth onto him, to pull Simon’s hands onto him, anything. But he is a soldier. He has his orders. And he’ll follow them, even as he falls apart.

Everything in you is tight, impossibly tight, and you feel like no air is coming through even as you desperately try to pull anything into your aching and shriveled lungs. The room is dancing around you, swirling in sparks of stars where the only tangible is Simon, the hands maneuvering your trembling body, the harsh sounds echoing through your ear, the relentless pressure of his cock sending burning vibrations up your spine.

You feel your release crushing you inwards and try to warn Simon but there’s no air left and you’re already snapping, jerking against him as you choke on your words, mewling pitifully as his grip only tightens more and he continues to chase his own release. Luckily for your poor pussy it does not take long for him to twitch and spasm inside of you, painting your walls as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder with a growl before finally, finally slowing down and letting you ragdoll into him, face pressing into your neck. He stays there for a moment, hand moving to massage your chest as your breathing returns to normal. Then he’s shifting to pull out and get his feet back under him.

He scoops you up with ease, kissing your forehead as you squirm a bit, placing you down on the couch next to König, who sits rubbing his hands up and down his bruised thighs, still shaking. Simon’s hands cup your cheeks, pulling you back into him as he places a delicate kiss on your lips. “Just a moment, love. Just a moment and I’ll take care of you.”

You nod, offering a small smile as you let yourself sink into the cushions, watching Simon pull back and walk to stand in front of König, running a hand along one of his thighs before kneeling in front of him. “You alright?”

König nods, but his jaw trembles a bit.

“They were right, you know,” Simon murmurs. “You do have the most gorgeous cock.”

A confused sound leaves König’s throat, cut off by a surprised gasp as Simon takes him in hand, smoothing the precum down his shaft with firm strokes. “That’s it,” Simon groans at König’s pained whimpers, leaning forward to suck on the tip, drawing a sob from him. “Go on, big guy. Take what you need.”

Simon lets his jaw slacken, and König’s hands are instantly leaving his battered thighs to tangle as best they can into his hair, wrapping around his head to pull Simon down onto his painful cock. Simon’s mouth is much bigger than yours, but even so you hear him grunting and puffing with the effort, struggling to take as much of König as he can, the tall man thrusting forward down his throat and letting his own head fall back.

Poor König only lasts a few strokes before he’s breaking, shooting down Simon’s throat. Simon chokes a bit but still manages to swallow most of it, pulling back to clean up the rest in lazy licks until König’s hips jerk away with a whine.

Simon stands, lazily cracking his neck as he leans forward to cradle König’s jaw. “Better?”

König grins, letting his head flop into Simon’s palm. You smile at the soft chuckle that leaves Simon’s throat before he’s leaning forward, gently working his hands around König before lifting him off the couch with a huff. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Simon brings König to the bathroom before coming back for you, carrying you in to place you in the tub between König’s spread legs. You smile as the warm water curls around you, reclining into König’s chest and thanking your past self for investing in such a giant bathtub. König curls around you lazily, placing a kiss on your shoulder before letting his chin rest there. You giggle at his droopy eyes, running your hands over his forearms.

Then Simon is kneeling next to you, gently scrubbing you both, massaging the soreness out of your hips and thighs before rubbing gently over the marks König made on his legs. He takes each of König’s reddened hands and gently works his fingers into the joints all the way up the wrists, smiling as he watches König’s pretty eyes close completely before leaning down to place a kiss between his eyebrows. You whine dramatically, but Simon humors you, kissing your nose and trying not to let his gulp be heard at the satisfied smile you give him.

“Stop stealing my attention,” König mumbles, mouth pressed into your neck as his arms wrap around your body, causing you and Simon to both laugh.

“Here,” you murmur, lifting his chin up to kiss his cheek as Simon kisses the other. “Better?”

His cheeks flush a pretty pink and he nods before burying his face in you once again.

Simon finishes washing you both and pushes himself back to his feet, knees cracking. “I’ll go get you some tea.”

König’s head shoots up from your neck. “Wait!” You both cry in unison.

Simon pauses, regarding you with a bemused look. “You could just stay here a bit,” you murmur, blinking up at him through your eyelashes before scooting forward. König nods, scooting forward along with you.

Simon shakes his head, but you’ve both already seen the smile rounding his cheeks. With a sigh he strips his clothing off and slips in behind König, thick arms wrapping around you both and pulling you in.

The three of you all sigh in unison as you settle against each other.

“I love you both,” you murmur, eyes closing.

They smile, echoing your statement back at you, but you’ve already drifted off. They lean forward to kiss your head before twisting and sharing a long, lingering kiss with each other.

As they pull away König’s eyes flash mischievously. “Next time we will see who is doing the teasing.”

#iconic anons #könig #simon riley #simon ghost riley #könig x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost fanfiction #könig x ghost x reader

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impale-me-radio-daddy · 12 days

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The Lookalike

☒ Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. “No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.” You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis.

☒ Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, crying!reader, they/them pronouns used, explicit content, reader is in Hell for a reason, Valentino, canon typical scenarios.

☒ Author's note: This is now a series! Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument.

“What the fuck, Val? You can’t just come in here and dump a fucking body on my fucking floor. Christ.” The first voice was a man’s, the intonation weary rather than angry. He walked towards you, each footstep reverberating through the floor and through your tender skull. “Look, I don’t want to be in the same room with you right now.”

“This isn’t a body.” The second man spoke from behind you, and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes. Dimly, you took stock of your situation. You were on the floor. Your head hurt. Your body felt weird.

“One of your sluts, then. I don’t fucking care, just get it out of here.”

“No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.”

No, your body wasn’t just painful, but really weird, like all of your joints weren’t quite where you remembered them. You were pretty sure your ears were in the wrong place. What had happened?

“Oh, fuck you, Val. I don’t have a-” The man in front of you stopped mid sentence, an audible intake of breath. “Oh. Oh, fuck. What the fuck, Val?”

The second man made a pleased noise deep in his throat, and laughed. “See? I know what you really want.”

“Fuck me, that’s, uh, some resemblance.” The first man’s voice slowed, tone shifting from annoyance to something closer to awe. He moved closer, and you felt the air shift as he crouched next to you, getting a closer look. “Where did you get them?”

“We had some idiots posted near the east side boundary who were meant to look out for Alastor. This one was just lying in the street. Wrong color, but you know the saying- life gives you lemons, you see how many you can insert into one slut.”

“Fucking hell.” The first man leaned in closer, and you squinted open your eyes. Blue was most of what you could see. Glowing blue. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and you gave an involuntary sound, a static crackle and a whine like a capacitor with a faulty mount. “Oh fuck, they even sound like him! Val!”

“Whatever you say, snookums.” Val exhaled again, the air moving as he walked away. “Pheremones on the cabinet if you need them, you can thank me when you’re done with your new toy.”

“Where am I?” you asked, your voice feeling deeply unfamiliar, a coarse, crackling edge to it. Groggily, you lifted your head, still squinting. The man who had stayed was glowing blue, and you squinted at him uneasily, your eyes not quite working as you expected. Where were your glasses? “Who are you?”

“Oh, fuck, that voice is so fucking close. This is so great. Hey, can you look at me real quick?” A blue hand caught the bottom of your chin, guiding your head, and you found yourself staring into a rectangle of blue. “Can you say I’m sorry Vox?”

“Who’s Vox?” you asked, genuinely puzzled. “Why are you a television?”

“Ohh fuck.” The man let your chin drop, withdrawing his touch. “You really are new here, aren’t you? Fucking Val.” He sighed, and as your eyes adjusted further, you could see his face was digital, a pattern dancing across the screen. “Alright, first off, I’m Vox. Let’s get you up.”

His hand around your forearm, Vox helped you to your feet. Which you didn’t have. You had hooves. You looked away, feeling faintly nauseous, and nearly tripped as soon as you were standing, only Vox’s arm holding you up. You made another sound of distress, a static whine.

“Hey, hey.” Vox’s tone shifted again, from his previous intense interest in you to something softer. “You’ll be okay. Let’s get you to the bed.”

Stumbling, you made it to the bed, and Vox lowered you carefully onto the sheets. They were a dark blue, the thread count so high they were almost silky to the touch.

You pulled your legs up onto the bed and started feeling the length of them with your fingers, the familiar knee to the unfamiliar cleft of the hoof, your panic continuing to rise. “What’s happening to me? Is this even real?”

“Fuck me that’s hot,” breathed Vox, his gaze on your hooves for a moment before he tore it away. He sat beside you, hesitating before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Yes, this is real. Everyone goes through this, y’know. I’m a fuckin-” he gestured to his face. “You get used to it.”

Alarm flooded your body. Used to this? With your legs too long, and your ears- and whatever the fuck was growing out of the top of your head- you didn’t even want to think about that. Tears welled up hot in your eyes, and you swallowed down a sob, something that came out sounding like the pop of a small capacitor bursting.

Vox watched you with a hungry fascination. “Hey,” he said, reaching across to brush the wetness from your cheeks. “It’s hard. Fuck, I know it’s hard. Let me take care of you, okay? I can take care of you.” His arm snaked around your shoulders, and you found yourself pressed against Vox’s chest, his other hand a gentle pressure at the small of your back. Vox smelled faintly of hot plastic and windex, but his body was warm, and welcoming, and you nuzzled into his collar as the tears came, half static sobs that shook from your diaphragm up through your shoulders.

“Hey, baby deer, it’ll be okay.” Vox’s palm smoothed your back, rubbing slow circles over your shoulderblades as you cried. “I’ll take good care of you, you’ll see.” His claws went to your collar, undoing the top button of your shirt with thumb and forefinger.

You looked down, surprised, as Vox undid the second button. “What are you-”

You paused, staring into his eyes as you considered your situation. The other guy had dragged you here as a gift. Vox clearly wanted sex. He was warm and his hands were deft, and you were all alone in a strange new place. You had one piece of leverage, and that was your resemblance to whoever this Alastor guy was. Your best bet, realistically, was to play dumb, spread your legs, and negotiate once you had a better grasp of the situation. Or murder him in his sleep, either worked. If you started asking too many questions you risked Vox realizing you had a brain.

“What are you thinking?” Vox asked, hands paused over the third button of your shirt.

What was the dumbest, sluttiest answer you could give to that? You thought fast, improvising. “How do I kiss you?” you asked, blinking away tears. “I mean, can you kiss-”

Vox gave a toothy, slightly superior grin. “Oh, that? C’mere.” Saying that, he put his hand on the back of your head, and pulled you close. Your nose nearly touching the screen, you could feel the heat of him. He was bright so you closed your eyes, your lips pressing against the flatness. And then. Lips. A curve in the glass, and an opening. He probed his tongue against your lips, and you opened your mouth for him, letting him inside. The feel of his tongue was like the surface of the screen but more intense, a throbbing electrical signal as it twined against yours. His tongue was also huge, large enough to fill your mouth and extend down your throat, though Vox didn’t push, letting it instead extend between you, the length dripping with saliva. He kept one hand in your hair, the other on your back, and you found yourself crawling into his lap, sitting astride his thighs as you kissed. Your whole body was unfamiliar, but arousal took the edge off, a pulse that ran through your core and-

“Oh-” you breathed, breaking the kiss, becoming aware of the unfamiliar sensation in your own pants. An aching tightness and a pulsing slickness.

Vox withdrew his tongue, his expression one of concern. His gaze followed yours down to your pants, and a triumphant look returned. “Yeah, I have that effect on people.”

“I- I think I have more parts than I used to.” You swallowed, the static in your voice crackling. “Is that normal? Does everyone-”

“Show me.” Vox’s response was instant, and when you hesitated, his hand went to your waist, encouraging. A little shimmying later and you were on your back, naked from the waist down, cock engorged, cunt dripping.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Fucking hell.” Vox’s screen glitched slightly as he knelt between your knees, his stare frank and hungry. “That is. Oh, man.”

You closed your eyes, feeling yourself heat under his gaze, tears threatening to well in your eyes again. “Does it… it’s not weird?”

“You are perfect,” said Vox, with the absolute conviction of a man about to ruin his own pants. He crawled up over your body, pushing your unbuttoned shirt open, his touches on your skin almost reverent, the static field from his screen making the fine hairs on your chest stand on end. He kissed you again, giving a groan of satisfaction as his clothed erection pressed against yours. But being exposed like this, even under worshipful eyes, was hard, and you felt the telltale ache in your throat, your face wet with tears as Vox pulled back a little.

He didn’t scold you but hushed you, hand gentle on your damp cheek. “It’s okay, I’m gonna take such good care of you, you’ve got no idea. So you just relax and leave it to me.”

Slowly, you nodded, looking up at him. Crying hadn’t been your plan, but it seemed to be helping.

“Fuck, man, those eyes.” Vox made a noise, continuing under his breath as he undid his belt. “I didn’t know those eyes could look so trusting, fuck me. You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

The tip of his cock was the same luminescent blue as his tongue, the shaft darker. He held your knees under his arms and pushed into you, his stare for you as greedy as it had been from the moment he first saw you, and as good as his word he was gentle with your body, the strokes sweet and slow. You knew intellectually that his gaze was for some guy who happened to look like you, but even so, it was hard not to get caught up in the moment, not with the attention he paid to you, optimizing the slow roll of his hips to hit the good spots inside you as his fist closed over your cock, pumping in time.

A soft mewl escaped you, the first sound you had made without the static filter, and Vox grinned. “See? I’m taking good care of you, aren’t I?”

“Y-yes,” you managed. The way he was fucking you made it difficult to form a coherent sentence.

“Say my name. Say Yes, Vox.”

“Y-ye-” you gave a whimper mid word as he hit the good spot inside you again, palm tightening around your shaft. You swallowed, and tried again. “Yes, Vox- ah!” You felt a twitch from his cock as you said his name, a line of broken pixels down his screen.

“Oh, fuck me, that’s the good stuff.” Vox made a staccato groan, fingers briefly tighter around your shaft. “Tell me you’re sorry, and you should have joined my team.”

“I’m s-s-” Sorry vanished into white noise as Vox set a harsher pace for the two of you, the roll of his hips becoming a snap, making your breath catch as your pleasure built. “I’m sorry Vox, it was a mistake, I should have joined you-”

“You’ve joined me now though, haven’t you? Gonna cum on my cock,” said Vox, with the absolute conviction of a man who could already feel the twitch of your cunt around him.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, feeling sensation crest. You hadn’t expected to cum, not in this unfamiliar body with this unfamiliar man, but the combination of his intensity and the dexterity with which he fucked you proved your undoing, sensation pulled tight through the core of you.

Vox’s expression was an indulgent leer. “That’s right, baby, let go,” he said, and you could only give soft animal and radio interference noises in response as he tipped you over your edge. Your orgasm was a hot white second of nothing but bliss that left your new body trembling and twitching. You came over your own stomach and chest, Vox giving a groan of his own when he saw it. “Fuck me that’s a fucking work of art.”

With you spent he worked on his own end, both hands on your hips, fucking a brisk rhythm into you that had you whimpering through your aftershocks.

“Alastor,” Vox groaned as he came, his eyes glazed as he looked down at you. His spasm into you was another new sensation, a staticky sort of frisson run through you, a shiver through your core and up your spine as his cock pulsed inside you.

You stayed in that position for a few moments, both of you still and panting, Vox not yet soft inside you, still holding your legs under his arms. Tentatively, your reached out and touched his forearm, and this stirred him out of his fugue. “Shit,” he said, blinking. “Right, uh, don’t move.” Gingerly, he withdrew from you, your cunt giving one last echo of a spasm in protest, and you watched him from the bed as he retreated into the bathroom, returning with a damp towel and tissues. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said.

Vox lay alongside you, wiping your cum from your chest with an attentiveness that was equal to any he had shown while fucking you. His strange, rectangular head was warm when the sides brushed against your skin, and you found yourself scooting a little closer to his body. You caught a glimpse of a pleased expression on his face before he pushed a finger under your chin and you tilted your head back so that he could clean the last of the cum from your collarbones and neck. True to his word, he was taking good care of you. Maybe you wouldn’t have to murder him in his sleep after all.

“So, who is Alastor, anyway?” you asked. Vox froze, but you pushed a little further. “I mean, if I’m pretending to be him, it’s better if I know, right?”

“Oh, man.” Vox gave a deep sigh. “Fuck, where do I even start?”

You nestled closer to him, tucking your head against his shoulder, and after a little awkward adjustment, he settled with his arms around you. He radiated heat, and you felt yourself relaxing at the physical contact, your heart rate and your breathing slowing. Tilting your head back, you brushed your nose against the outer frame of Vox’s head, and he gave a soft sigh of contentment. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you said, playing the ingénue.

“No, no, you’re right.” Vox tilted his head, his strange lips brushing against the tips of your ears and making you shiver. “It’s a long story, but I guess you should know.”

#vox x reader #vox x you #vox x alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox the tv demon #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #vox x y/n

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lelengerine · 10 months

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to have you

pairing | streamer!hyuck x streamer!reader

synopsis | your sleeping schedules never fail to worsen, but in luck, you have him to ease those troubles — just don’t mind the stream in the background, of course.

genre | established relationship, reader uses she!her pronouns once in this, use of nicknames for reader (baby, love) and hyuck (babe)

wc | 0.9k

notes | another gamer hyuck oneshot because im actually obsessed its unhealthy atp ;0; i'd love to know your thoughts on this one!

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its three in the morning, and the thuds of your soles echo through the quiet hallway as you walk down the familiar path to your boyfriend’s room — highly unaware said boyfriend is live on twitch for a 38 hour streaming challenge (courtesy of renjun doubting he couldn’t pull it off).

you had been trying to fall asleep for the last hour, knowing all too well your sleeping schedule was declining from bad to even worse. yet no matter how much you toss and turn in hopes of falling into a comfortable position, nothing seems to make your eyelids droopy enough to fall asleep.

in the end, you sat up from the comfort provided by your bed, slipped your feet into a pair of fluffy slippers, and started trudging your way over to wherever your boyfriend was — hence why you were currently approaching his room at this ungodly hour in the first place.

you twist the cold, metal doorknob open, the amount of lights currently in use blinding you for a brief moment. “hyuck, what are you doing?” you question with a groggy voice, rubbing your eyes to hopefully ease them to the brightness of the room.

“baby? what are you doing up?” haechan awkwardly moves himself closer to the camera to block you out as much as possible, knowing you probably haven’t realized the camera filming him all this time.

user_01: Y/N IS HERE??

user_02: is that why he’s blocking the cam?

“couldn’t sleep.” the frustrated whine you let out only fuels haechan’s chat as they get affirmation on your presence in the room.

you, on the other hand, only notice your boyfriend’s streaming materials properly set up after an entire minute had already passed. he’d usually store them away in one of the drawers so that meant…

a wave of shock washes over you at the late realization, eyes flicking wide open as you crouch down to hide yourself in the current state you were in. “oh my god, im so sorry!”

“noo y/n, love. it’s fine, hm? just fulfilling my part of a bet with renjun.” your boyfriend reassures you, stepping away from his desk to crouch down at your level, meeting your dazed eyes. he gently cups your face with the palms of his hands, placing a gentle kiss on your lips — the feeling still lingering even after he had already pulled away.

user_03: SOMEONE CLIP THIS VOD ITS TOO CUTE

user_04: hii y/n!! we’re all just chilling with hyuck dont be shy :>

user_05: @.user_03 I GOTCHU BFF

“i should’ve checked if you were up to something.” you mumble, soft enough to not get picked up by the audio from haechan’s mic.

“you didn’t know, it’s okay.” he giggles, the bubbly sound lifting your spirit by a little. “plus, you were all cute being whiny about sleep.”

you laugh along with him, lightly smacking his chest. “you’re literally the only one who’d think that.”

“i better be!” he protests with a gasp, “can’t have any others seeing you all cute and huggable like that. that’s part of my boyfriend rights.”

“what do i get in return then?”

“you, my love, get an unlimited pass to get cuddled by yours truly.”

“i think you benefit from that more than i do, babe.”

“do not!” haechan lets out a gasp, “but really, i can help you fall asleep- if you don’t mind the stream that is…”

“i think i’ve fallen asleep enough times on my own streams to not care, hyuck.” you chuckle, letting him lead you over to his desk.

he pulls a comfy chair from the side, patting the cushion to let you know where to sit. you give him a small smile, grateful he’s taking care of you despite his stream ongoing.

once you get confortable enough, your boyfriend gently guides your head to his shoulder before mindlessly reaching out to play with your hair while reading the chat messages. you’ve realized he formed a habit of doing so quite early on into your relationship.

it wasn’t like you minded it either, in fact, it was rather the opposite. to you, it was a soothing gesture he’d do every time the two of you were about to sleep. perhaps, you’ve grown too used to the feeling, to the point you couldn't sleep without it. without him.

god, you’re so thankful to have him by your side.

user_06: i want what they have :(((

user_07: you guys are the cutest W(`0`)W

you doze off before knowing it, your boyfriend chuckling to himself at how your lips go agape ever so slightly. “chat, isn’t my baby just the cutest?”

user_08: you mean OUR baby?”

haechan reads that comment aloud for the rest of his viewers to hear. “now where are you guys getting that from?? y/n is mine, back away!”

user_09: BRO URE GNA WAKE Y/N UP

user_10: NOT MY STRIMER (￣^￣)ゞ

user_11: Y/N CALLS US HER BABIES TOO DURING STREAMS- WE ALL HAVE RIGHTS

“as if.” haechan scoffs in faux annoyance, opting to hug you a little tighter than he was before (to quote and quote assert his dominance over chat). “you guys are probably jealous of me, huh? i’m the one who has y/n in their arms.”

“and i hope it stays like this forever.” he whispers, a growing smile on his face as he glances down, glad he’s the lucky one who does have you in his arms.

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck angst #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

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jedi-luca · 8 months

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Your Omega

Natasha!Omega Romanoff x Alpha!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk Reader has a penis; no pronouns used.

Summary: Omega!Natasha really needs her Alpha in the middle of the night.

Requested by anon/🦥

Natasha awoke from her slumber in the middle of the night. She sighed, feeling her pups kicking once again.

“Shh.” She quietly whispered, rubbing her hand over her protruding belly. This was the 3rd night in a row they have woken her up with their kicking. She wanted to whine in frustration, but she knew if she did she'd wake you. She wanted you to rest. You only just came back from a mission and you were so exhausted you didn’t even make love to her like you normally do. Instead you ate a late dinner and cuddled her to sleep.

She laid still staring at the bedside clock for a moment until she realized she wasn’t getting any sleep tonight. It was in that moment where she remembered something. You sleep in boxers only and she only has a negligee on. She softly pushed her negligee up and reached behind her.

Natasha bit her lip as she groped you pulling your soft member out. She wiggled her ass against you sighing when your cock was slid beneath her wet folds. She rocked her now dripping pussy along your soft cock hoping to make you hard soon.

“Hmm Natasha.” You mumbled in your sleep.

“What is it, my Alpha?”

She felt your hold tighten as you inhaled her scent.

“Need you Omega.” You groaned in your sleep moving your hips. Letting your now hardened cock slide through her sticky slick folds.

“Take me Alpha.” She moaned feeling your hands wander. It made her impossibly horny to know you even dream about fucking her.

She moved her hand gripping her pillow as she kept wiggling her ass. She wants you to slip inside of her. She wanted to be knotted so badly that she let out a whine.

Your senses flicked on like a switch. You could feel her urges and frustrations. You smirked eyes still shut you were still so tired from the day before. You felt her finally get your tip inside of her. She whined her pussy was just so wet and puffy you kept popping out. She was getting fussy so you showed some mercy by lifting her leg slipping deep inside of her.

“Oh daddy, my Alpha, you feel so good. I missed you so much I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I missed you too, my Omega. So much” Your voice is crackly from sleep and your hands are a bit calloused from the mission but all of it is taking Natasha where she wants to be.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” Your wife moaned loudly bringing your hand on her belly and the other you slipped beneath her bringing her closer so you could massage her heavy tits.

“Daddy’s not going anywhere.” You grunt going a little harder and faster.

“Oh alpha yes! Yesss! Yes! I’m gonna come so hard. Knot me Alpha.”

You kiss her feeling your cock inflate. You move from her lips letting your teeth seep into her mark.

Natasha gasped seeing stars and fireworks as she came undone feeling your knot.

You lapped at her mark before bringing her in a lazy kiss. “I love you Natasha.”

“I love you Y/N.”

“Hmm.” You both inhale one another feeling relaxed and sleepy.

“Sleep Alpha so you can wake up and knot me again.” She smirked when you slapped her ass.

“Who says I can’t right now? Besides, it seems I have a lot of making up to do. I have to take care of my Omega. Hmm carrying daddy’s pups.” You smirked pulling her back in a kiss once more. She moaned, feeling you inflate even more as you began moving your hips.

Yeah screw sleeping you’re going to make up these past few days to the mother of your pups. If it’s the last thing you do.

#natasha romanoff x reader

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pleniloon · 2 years

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idk if I turned on anon so please use this request and delete the other one thank you

but yeah same anon who requested pt2, idm a continuation but I had more boys in mind initially :)

“You Called, Master?” (pt. 2)

part one / part one (cont.)

characters: baizhu, itto, thoma, xiao, zhongli

summary: maid!reader walks in on their master getting off.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (love, dear/est, darling, babe), unprotected, minor breeding (xiao), master-maid dynamic; not proofread!!

note: apologies for the long wait!! i’ve been dealing with some mental and physical health issues these past few months, so i’m just now working on a bunch of requests! oh, and congrats to itto for getting his own section <3

your master was… eccentric, to say the least. you weren’t quite sure how he could afford to pay you, considering you rarely ever saw him taking on work. despite his repeated lateness in providing a paycheck, your master as a kind and lively man - he treated you more as an old friend than a servant. you were finishing up the last of your daily chores when you heard your master gasp in his room. believing him to be injured, you rushed inside, only to find your master sprawled out atop his bed with his dick in his hand.

— itto was in shambles, letting out low groans and sighs as his nails left crescent-shaped marks in your skin. he held your thighs in an iron grip as he fucked himself stupid between them, so selfishly refusing to bury himself inside you despite your whines and begs for him to do so. “not yet… don’ wanna spoil all the fun, right?” your master chuckled between labored breaths, your only respite being the sensation of his cock sliding against your pussy lips. you sobbed, “master, please” and the oni felt his resolve growing weak. “alright-alright babe…” he hushed you, spreading your thighs as he repositioned. “i’ll give you what you want, huh? just don’t come cryin’ to me when it’s too much…” he punctuated his warning with a snap of his hips, bottoming out in a single thrust. your master uttered string of low curses at the sheer tightness, even as you begged for more still. one shallow thrust was all it took for him to fall apart. “okay-okay– jus’ lemme know if i’m too rough. wouldn’t want to break you so soon…”

this was so inappropriate, he was well aware - you didn’t even belong to him. you were employed by another, a master who had no interest in taking you for themselves. he fantasized about you being his, calling him your master and surrendering yourself to him fully. what would you look like on your knees for him? smiling so sweetly, taking his cock between your lips and sucking him off like a good little maid? he didn’t realize that he let out a low groan of your name until he heard a gasp from the doorway.

— thoma was so sweet, so slow while sliding into your slick folds, sighing when he finally bottomed out. “you– hahh– you feel amazing…” he whined after the first thrust, his head spinning and cock twitching inside you. “so good… for your master, huh?” his voice cracked - it hadn’t even been a minute, and he was already broken. with your skirt bunched up and balled in his fists, he tried to control his growing urge to pound you into the futon. but, when you moaned “master thoma” oh so prettily… he inhaled slowly and mumbled a quick apology before pulling out and slamming back in balls deep. “never felt this good…” the room was filled with the lewd noise of skin against skin as he fucked all of his fantasies into you, caring little for the other servants who might hear. what were they going to do, remove the kamisato clan’s finest retainer for claiming what was his? thoma couldn’t recall the last time he felt so possessive. “gonna cum? please, please cum on my dick! c’mon, love, i want it so bad…”

— xiao didn’t know how to react when you laid yourself out for him. you, his pretty little mortal, all on display… he wasn’t gentle with his first thrust, his mind too preoccupied with thoughts of filling your cunt over and over again. “fuck– i should be your master, i should be the one takin’ care of you…” he had an iron grip on the sheets as he pounded into you relentlessly, savoring every moan and sob of his name that left your lips. “say you’re mine, mortal… say you belong to me…” he burrowed his face in the crook of your neck and groaned, rutting into you so forcefully that the headboard hit the wall every other thrust. xiao couldn’t get enough, he felt drunk every time your pussy sucked him back in. you thanked the divine that wangshu inn was in such a remote location; if there were any guests tonight, their slumbers would surely be disturbed by the adeptus staking his claim on you. “you better not have an early morning tomorrow, ‘cause i don’t plan on letting you rest until the sun is up…”

your master was always such a gentleman. never asking too much of you, never talking to you unkindly, always offering you fresh tea during your breaks… yes, you were very thankful to be employed by such a kind man. one can imagine your surprise when you entered his home office, expecting to see your master hard at work as per usual. instead, you were greeted with the sight of your master, with his head tilted back against his office chair and mouth agape as he sighed while stroking himself.

— zhongli was a traditional man in everything but payment - all of your paychecks were signed by his boss or a mysterious “friend.” you had to admit, there was nothing traditional about the way he held your head, his slender fingers using your hair to force you up and down his shaft. “apologies, dearest–” he groaned, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. “i’ll make sure that you are compensated handsomely for this…” your master’s hips stuttered, a raspy sigh spilling from his lips. you soon learned that your “compensation” was sitting in your master’s lap with his cock stuffed impossibly deep, making you squirm and bite your lip to muffle the obscene noises you let out every time you dropped your hips. “there you go, ah– good, just like that…” his gloved hands dug into the flesh of your ass as he helped you lift yourself up, your legs already thoroughly spent due to your master’s demand that you cum twice for every time he does. “you’ve done so well for me, dear… i believe a raise will be in order after tonight.”

— baizhu was gentle as he pushed down against your shoulders, his eyes unmoving as you lowered to your knees. he was always kind, always attentive to your needs as you are to his. but, right now, your master was focused on chasing his own high rather than attending to you. “good, good… you’re doing so well, darling…” he cooed as you sucked him off, with one hand tangled in your hair and the other wiping away the drool at the side of your mouth. the slide of your warm tongue against his shaft was all it took for your master’s hips to buck up from his chair and a stuttering gasp to leave his parted lips. “oh– someone’s a fast learner, hm?” he let out a breathless chuckle and affectionately carded his fingers through your hair once more. “now, now… let’s take this slow,” his gentle grip tightened as he guided your head at a far more languid pace, drawing out his own orgasm - and by extension, yours. you let out a pathetic moan around his cock, a beg for him to pick up the pace. “we have all day to play, darling… no need to rush.”

taglist: @stygianoir , @plasmasimagination , @minimoniac

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #baizhu x reader #baizhu smut #itto x reader #itto smut #thoma x reader #thoma smut #xiao x reader #xiao smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #pleni.writes

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multifandomlover01 · 23 days

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The BAU’s Whore

Dom!Hotch x Fem!reader x Sub!Reid

WC: ~1.7K

Warnings/"tags": 18+ MDNI sub!reader, sub!Spencer, dom!Hotch, free use (use of “our girl” as a term of endearment), spanking, contracts, agreements, consensual, blowjob, doggy, slight hair pulling, guided deep throat, degradation along with praise of reader, breeding kink, cream pie

Summary: Reader is the BAU’s free use whore. Hotch and Morgan use you quite regularly, especially Hotch. Spencer never has. One day, he walks in on Hotch using you.

Key: Y/N = Your (first, preferred or chosen) name

Y/N/N = shortened form of first or chosen or preferred name or some other nickname

Gif cred: dudeitiskarev

Ignore that the Hotch gif is from S3 but the Reid one is from S2

Hotch used you the most. It made sense. He was the most stressed. You spent a lot of time in his office, usually in between his legs under his desk, on his lap, or bent over his desk (and almost always naked).

Poor Spencer would walk in from time to time and his cheeks would be instantly red. The whiplash he got from just talking to you about Doctor Who or Star Trek and then seeing his boss rail you as you’re bent over his desk was insane. And to have Hotch and/or you just casually talk to him while you’re fucking…was enough to make his poor mind reel.

Spencer was not often left speechless, but those experiences never ceased to leave him at a loss for words as he focused on not only your body and how it moved, but sometimes Hotch’s as well (depending on how much skin was showing).

“What do you need, Reid?” Hotch asks as he holds your hips and smacks his hips against yours. You are sprawled out on the desk, your clothes are off and on the floor, obviously having been thrown there without any care.

“Oh um…” his eyes are on your ass jiggling with each of Hotch’s thrusts.

“Reid…what is it?” Hotch asks him, a bit annoyed that he’s being interrupted and that he’s now being distracted by Reid being distracted.

“I…um…” he can’t stop looking at Hotch fucking you.

“You wanna wait until I’m done?” Hotch offers.

“Uh…”

Hotch chuckles. “Have a seat or wait outside.”

Spencer immediately sits down on the couch in Hotch’s office, seemingly not wishing to leave despite his embarrassment. A bulge forms in his pants. Hotch notices. Spencer is trying desperately to ignore it.

“Take it out if you want.” Hotch replies in a tone that is way too casual for the situation.

“Oh no I uh…” Spencer shakes his head. His cheeks are still very red. And he still seemingly cannot speak intelligently.

“You stayed to watch for a reason. You like watching me fuck our girl, don’t you?” Hotch smirks as he caressed your back lovingly before his hand goes down to caress your ass. He then smacks it. Reid winches at the sound. Despite having signed the contact…despite you technically being available for his use, Spencer had never used you and had never thought of you as being “his” or “the team’s”.

Your little whines and whimpers filled Spencer’s ears.

“You can come touch her if you’d like.” Hotch says, not really wishing to share you right now but knowing it was in the rules that both he and Reid had helped type up that anyone at any time could use you and that hogging you was prohibited. The men had a civil agreement about sharing but Hotch could not technically deny Spencer access to you if he wished to have it.

“Oh…I dunno…”

“That’s the deal, Reid. You wanna touch her? You’re allowed to.” Hotch reminds him.

Spencer hesitates still. This causes Hotch to sigh.

“Y/N/N, hon, tell our shy Dr. Reid that he can touch you.” He caressed your ass before he smacked it again.

“Come…come touch me, Spence. It’s ok, I promise.” You turn your head to look at him. You hold your hand out as you beckoned him over.

“See? She wants you to touch her. She probably would love it if you got your cock out and put it in that pretty little mouth of hers.”

(Pronoun or POV switch?)

Spencer cannot believe what he’s hearing his unit chief say about this woman. She was kind and caring and smart. But she was also the team’s whore. She was also currently getting fucked doggy style by the unit chief.

Like a siren, she called to him. And so he stood up and went to her. At her present angle, she managed to help him get his cock out and stroked it.

“Help her out and go over to the side or back of the desk.” Hotch ordered. He’d been next to them at one side of the desk, the “front”. He obeys his unit chief and goes to the back. He pushes the chair out of the way. She reaches forward to stroke his cock. She’d never touched his cock before. He’d never asked or guided it there. Her hand on it felt like heaven, though.

Hotch chuckled at his reaction to it.

“How’s it feel, Reid?”

Spencer doesn’t immediately respond.

“Reid…give her feedback at least. She likes it. Praise her, come on. Tell her how good her hand feels wrapped around your cock.”

“S-so good.” He manages to get out. “God…”

“Let’s move to the couch. So she can be more comfortable and suck your cock, hmm?”

Spencer just nods and follows back to the couch as Hotch pulls out of you and leads you over.

You all position so Hotch is back inside of you and so you can lean down to suck Spencer’s cock. You take his tip in your mouth and suck lightly. He moans.

“Holy…oh my god…”

“You like it? She’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t she?” Hotch said as he patted your bum before giving it a cheeky little smack.

“D-don’t…don’t call her that.” Spencer murmured as he tried not to lose his mind as you took a couple of more inches in.

“Why not? It’s ok. She likes it. You read the contract in full before you signed it. You know what was in there, even if you’ve never used her before now. You know she likes light degradation along with praise.”

“I kn-know what’s in…the contract but I still don’t like to hear th-those…things…said about her.”

“Alright. No party is supposed to be uncomfortable. I’ll respect that.”

“Th-Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome. It was all part of the deal.”

“Mhm…guess you’re…right…”

Hotch continued to snap his hips into your ass while you took more of Spencer into your mouth.

“Come on, love. Take all of him in. He’s not that big or long.” Hotch encourages you as he puts a hand on the back of your head and caresses.

“H-hey…” Spencer murmurs, offended.

“That’s not such a bad thing.” Hotch assures Reid. “I had to train her very well and very long to get her to take my cock. Morgan did the same. You won’t be that much of a challenge. She’ll happily and greedily gobble you right up right now. Won’t you, hon?” He caressed your hair more before grasping it a bit and pushing you down onto Spencer’s dick.

“Hotch, don’t-oh my…god!” Spencer choked out as you take him all the way in.

“She feels good, right?” Hotch asks as he looks up at Spencer to see his reaction.

“Mhm…s-so good…” Spencer nods. His mouth is open and his eyes are half shut.

“Tell her how good her mouth feels around your cock.” Hotch pretty much orders Spencer. It’s a shock to no one who is in charge here.

Spencer isn’t sure he can speak. But he tries his best to. “I…god…your mouth…feels so good, Y/N/N. I’m not…gonna last…long.” Spencer pants.

“Then cum when you’re ready. She can take it. She’ll swallow your cum like the good girl she is.” Hotch caresses your head again before trailing his hand down your back to grip your hips again as he continues to thrust into you.

You bob your head up and down on Spencer’s cock. Spencer has a hard time containing his moans and whimpers.

“I…I’m gonna…shi-aahh…” Spencer cuts himself off with a gasp as his orgasm hits him.

“That’s it, Reid. Be a good boy and cum in our girl’s mouth.” Hotch encourages him.

Spencer’s cum spurts out from his tip and coats the roof of your mouth. He shudders as he does so.

Hotch tugs lightly on your hair to get you to come off of Spencer’s cock and swallow his cum.

“You swallow all of it?” Hotch asks you.

“Mhm.” You nod.

“Open your mouth. Show Reid.” Hotch orders you.

You obediently open your mouth to show Spencer that you’d swallowed all of his cum.

“She do it?” Hotch casually asks Spencer as he continues to grip your hips and thrust into you, now at a faster pace, obviously approaching his climax as well now.

Spencer is so transfixed on your face as you’re getting pounded by the unit chief that he forgets to answer said man.

“Reid. She swallow?” Hotch repeats himself.

“Huh? Oh um…y-yeah.” He nods.

“Course she did. She’s such a good girl. Dirty little whore too.”

Spencer winces at the use of that derogatory term. He wonders if you really like being called that but recalls the persuasive essay you’d written. You’d made it clear how you liked a little degradation along with the praise. Hotch had been correct. Spencer cups your face while you look up at him as Hotch is very close to cumming inside of you. That had been discussed as well. Everyone got tested regularly to make sure everyone all stayed clean and no one gave anything to anyone else. But Hotch wouldn’t exactly be upset if he had another child. Jack had always complained about being lonely.

“You look so pretty, Y/N.” Spencer smiles down at you.

“Thank you…Spencer…” You smiled back up at him.

“You ready, honey? I got a nice full load for you.” Hotch warns you.

“Mhm… ‘M ready.”

“Good girl.” Aaron grips your hips as his thrusts stutter and he groans as he empties himself inside of you.

“Reid…go get…a warm wash cloth for our girl, would you? And some water and some snacks.” Hotch pants ever so slightly.

Spencer nods and goes to do what he’s been instructed to do by his unit chief. While he does this, Hotch pulls out of you and pushes his cum back into you with his fingers.

"Gotta keep that in there for just a bit." He repositions you so you're on your back on the couch. He caresses your cheek.

"You were such a good girl for us, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." He smiles down at you.

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jadedxhearts · 3 months

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟗

Headcanons about orgasm for Law; what he feels/sounds like, etc.

Warnings: smut, afab reader, no pronouns used

Originally posted on June 27th, 2023

Everyone loves to make out Law as this constant always 100% of the time mean dom who can’t show emotions, or doesn’t feel as deeply as his s/o. But I think it’s painfully obvious that he really does feel things, more deeply than anyone else, really. But I’m only applying this in a sexual context, of course. So;

I firmly believe Law can’t do that mean dom shit 100% of the time. I mean, yes, I’ve written it, but I only use it where it’s implied that he’s not always like this, that’s maybe it’s just a kink he’s got and this isn’t a thing he always does. Why else would I add in the little “I love you”s or “are you okay?”s if I thought otherwise? But that’s not really the main point here, so let me get to that.

Law is 10000% a virgin whether you like it or not, so of course he’s going to feel things very heavily and saturated (does that word make sense here? It does in my mind lol). So I’m basing all his reaction off that.

When Law cums, he’s feeling as though his body is on fire, in such a good way, a high that he thinks isn’t possible to feel so good. He’s clutching onto you, holding your warm body close to his as his hips stutter and shake through the orgasm. He tries keeping himself still, trying to concentrate on you, but it’s just too good of a feeling. Through the trembles, he’s trying to keep his cock locked in place, deep inside of your velvety cunt. I don’t know why, but Law just gives off the vibe that he cums a lot. He can’t help it, the large amounts of seed leaving his body. That’s just how he is.

When he first starts, if he isn’t already doing so, Law lunges to hold onto you, arms wrapped tightly around your frame, palms grasping for your soft skin. He wants you as close as possible, a way to ground himself as his hips uncontrollably shake and slam into you, needing his length to go deeper and deeper as he cums. His face is either right in yours, open mouthed-kisses with moans and whines leaving both sides, entering one another. That, or his face is buried deep into your neck, goatee softly scratching against your skin, his breath hot and heavy as he lets out choked groans and whimpers, sweet sounds for only you to hear. It’s impossible to contain himself, being so lost in the feeling of orgasm.

As he starts to finally completely empty himself into you, the thrusting and stuttering of his hips slow down, still deeply rocking into you as he regains composure of his entire self. When he knows he’s done, that there isn’t a drop left that isn’t buried in your womb, Law will relax and simply stay still for a bit, holding onto you like he can’t let go, not wanting you to somehow slip away.

You’ll rub his back and hold him close, placing sweet kisses against his forehead or lips, helping him calm down. He pants into your neck, eyes closed and feeling heavy as he’s nearly succumbing into some much needed sleep. Sometimes, he won’t care and will allow himself to sleep. But other times, Law will force himself up, pulling his cock out of you before going to clean up. He’s gentle with you, always, no matter what. Whether it’s simply wiping any excess fluids away from your cunt with a soft washcloth, or picking up your body carefully and carrying you to the bath, laying in the warm water and snuggling with you as you (try to) clean each other.

Basically, it’s just such a contrast. How heavily and hard he cums, compared to how gentle and sweet he is with aftercare.

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