#smut asks

[miguelswifey04]

do you have any noir x reader nsfw drabbles, or headcanons in general??👀

oh em gee, yes cooking it up right now 🙊🌱

noir groaned in response to your moan, feeling the intensity of your desire as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he wasted no time in removing his pants, freeing his hardened length. the air thickened with anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours.

with a slow yet deliberate motion, noir began to push himself inside you, his length filling you inch by inch. the feeling of his intimate intrusion mingled with the electric tension in the air, heightening the pleasure between you. he relished in the tightness and heat of your core as he sank deeper, his groans of pleasure echoing in the room.

as he buried himself completely, he paused for a moment, allowing both of you to adjust to the intimate connection. his hands grasped your hips, his grip firm and possessive as he readied himself. with a surge of lustful determination, he began to move, his hips grinding against yours in a steady rhythm.

each powerful thrust brought waves of ecstasy, his movements growing more intense with each passing second. the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure mingling in a symphony of desire.

his lips sought out yours once again, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he poured his desire into every movement. the pleasure consumed both of you as he drove deep into you, his relentless pace pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

tears pricked your eyes as he rutted his hips as his cock stretched you out with each motion. it sent ripples of pleasure throughout your entire body. noir latched his lips onto your neck as he peppered wet sloppy kisses, taking in the sweet aroma of your body. “faster please…” you moaned out, your cheeks were stained with tear droplets that mixed in with your sweat.

noir’s eyes locked onto yours, his dark gaze filled with a mix of desire and concern as he noticed the tears pricking your eyes. his movements slowed for a moment, his thumb gently wiping away the stray tears from your cheeks.

“darling," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "are you alright? i don't want to push you too far." he caressed your cheek softly, his touch gentle and comforting, his hips instinctively rocking gently against yours to maintain a connection. his concern for your well-being overshadowed his own desires in that moment, his focus on ensuring your pleasure and comfort.

but seeing the fire in your eyes, the determination to push your boundaries even further, he couldn't resist. with a nod of understanding, he shifted his approach, his movements becoming faster and more intense. his thrusts grew harder, each one pushing you deeper into a maelstrom of pleasure.

“i’ll give you what you desire, my dear," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "hold on tight." with a surge of strength and determination, noir increased his pace, his hips meeting yours in a relentless rhythm. pleasure surged through both of your bodies, bringing you to the precipice of release. moans of pleasure filled the room as you both embraced the intensity of your connection, chasing the waves of ecstasy that threatened to consume you both. noir's movements became even more intense, his hips relentlessly pounding into you with a primal force. he reveled in the feeling of your body trembling against his, the raw passion and desire consuming both of you.

“you’re such a sweetheart, taking my cock so well.”

as the pressure built to an unbearable peak, your body quivered and shook, the intense pleasure overwhelming you. suddenly, a surge of ecstasy coursed through you, and your juices gushed onto noir’s cock and thighs, marking the climax of your pleasure.

with a groan of ecstasy, he buried himself deep inside you, riding out the throes of pleasure alongside you. the room was filled with the heady scent of sex and the sounds of your moans mingling with his growls of bliss.

but even as your bodies stilled, he continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you possessively. he peppered your neck and shoulders with loving kisses, his breath ragged as he whispered against your skin.

“you’re absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration. "i hope i’ve fulfilled your desires, my dear. you are truly a force to be reckoned with."

…

a/n: he’s definitely a sweetie but also rough you know 💆🏽‍♀️

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #itsv noir #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider noir x you #spider man noir x reader #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x reader #spider noir #noir smut #smut asks #atsv smut #itsv headcanons #itsv smut #spiderverse noir #🌱 lin writes

[release-the-mccracken]

Smut Dialogue Ask Game

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it as dealers choice if you dare) and I'll write you a snippet! (500 words or less)

“You're so pretty when you're coming for me.”

”Let me hear you make that sound again.”

“Shh. do you want them to hear? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?”

"That's not how we ask for things, is it?"

"Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

"Let him watch."

"Go on. Ride my thigh."

"Can you feel how much I want you?"

"I want to ruin you."

“Tell me what you imagine, when you think of me.”

“You can be rough. I can take it.”

"I wanna make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

"I have been thinking about doing this all day."

"If you don't stop that, I'm gonna end up bending you over the couch and taking you right here."

"If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop."

"Come on, I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you."

"I've never been with someone so big before."

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

“God, you feel so good around me.” 

"You should let me ride you."

"You look so good under me."

"Please, let me touch you."

“Just sit on my fucking face already.” 

“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.”

“Need a hand?” 

"I want you to come inside me this time."

"God, you're beautiful."

"Not so rough."

#smut #smut prompts #smut asks #rpf #rpf smut #rpf nsft #ask game #bandom #bandom ask game #bandom smut #bandom nsft #gabilliam #peterick #wentzross #wentzporta #ryden #treckett #berquinn #gerbert

[kunekojo]

What would aizen, as nodt and adult uryu(seperately ) x fem reader

Them with a size kink

Maybe reader is smaller

I gotchu :3

NSFW Size Kink with Aizen, As Nodt, and Adult Uryu x Smaller Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW, pretty descriptive

Tags: fingering, blowjob, Size kink, dom, edging, a hint of fluff eventually

Aizen

He prefers to enjoy the size difference between the two of you by holding parts of your body. Oftentimes even wanting to see you wrapped around parts of his body 👀

His favorite sight is you, kneeling in front of him while you try to fit in as much as you can of his cock. Your lips barely wrapping around his cock makes him buckle his hips, thrusting himself deeper with each second you spend sucking. He’ll place his hand behind your head and give you a tiny impulse to take more of him which will lead to him gripping your head, moving it for you instead.

Other times, Aizen will eye you from above as he gently traces his finger against your facial features. The sight of his larger finger circling around your mouth always drives him crazy, but it's the way you partly open your lips to welcome him inside that urges him to push it.

You instinctively nibble his finger, knowing how much he enjoys it but all you can see is a simple smile covering his face.

The way he stares at you so carefully makes you feel uncertain of what he'll do but right after you're ready to take more of his finger, he shoves it down your throat, pulling it and pushing it deeper.

He's infatuated with how you can squirm and moan so much just by getting a taste of his fingers. It makes him wonder how will you deal with his cock if this gets you so wet you almost cum.

Make yourself comfortable because this man won't leave you alone for longer than you anticipated, handling your body in all sorts of positions he wants thanks to your frail frame.

He’ll tease you by fucking you with his fingers, refusing to let you cum until you're a crying mess begging to let you finish. But he loves how you clench his fingers with each orgasm he denies you

When he finally decides to fuck you, he'll effortlessly pin you to the ground, lift your ass up and spread your legs so he can brush the tip of his cock against your tight cunt until you feel close.

His tainted words about how you're all his, about how you're his favorite play thing to toy with, they make you crave for more.

You try to push yourself so you can feel his cock finally making its entrance, but it's pointless. You're helpless, you can't do anything to gain more friction but whimper for him to fuck you.

But once he hears your voice calling for him, begging him to do it already, he presses hard. You’re so good for already fitting so much of him but he's sure you can do better than that.

His slow strokes aren't deep enough but he wants to enjoy every single second of it before he'll make you more of a mess than you already are.

While you feel his pace become more frantic, he'll grab your hand and place it on your stomach so you can feel how deep he got inside of you as he shoves himself deeper and harder

As Nodt

He loves the sight of your lips barely wrapping around his head because of how much bigger he is.

He will constantly remind you how small you are compared to him, and that no matter how much you try to rule over him you won't be able.

That being said, he won't hesitate to prove it to you just by doing low-effort gestures that get you on your knees, begging for him to fuck you.

It's the way you try to convince yourself you could get on top of him that brings the dominant instinct out of him. He usually prefers getting straight to the point instead of laying too much around, playing taunting games with you but just try to push your luck and you're in for a big Time.

Truthfully, you just like messing around because of how good he fucks you when he gets like that.

You want to have control over him? He’ll fucking show you how much control he has over you just by leading your body to sit in any position he wants you to, and you take it like the good girl you are.

The sensation of his hand gripping your skin and handling it with so much ease makes you moan but once you feel just his fingers rubbing you off, you're on his knees.

See? That's all you needed to collapse into his touch so why bother every single time to fail again and again? He’ll always show you just how you can't. But now he can't go back, he wants to keep proving himself.

Shoving a finger in, your walls clench as his sharp whispers brush against your ear, telling you you can do better than that.

He's not frantic to place another finger inside until he sees you’re well-prepared to take more. But when he inserts it, it's too much overstimulation for you and you just release yourself all over his fingers.

But he won't stop, he wants to make your body cum over and over again and will use only his fingers.

Once he considers it's enough, he’ll lick the juices coating his digits, delighted with how he managed to do all that with low effort. It's only now that you're warm enough to take his cock.

Just by rubbing his head against your slick folds, he can hear you already crying his name. Oh how he loves having so much control over your body.

When he suddenly shoves himself in, you can barely hold your body with the way he pushes inside, but his hands are quick to hold all your weight while wandering all around you effortlessly.

“Take it in, take all of it in like you want to”

Your tightness makes him grunt in amusement at how you really thought your tiny words would lead to this. And when you cum once more, he can't help but pride upon his victory, placing you to rest because he can't have you overly exerted

Uryu Ishida

Uryu admits to himself that the considerable size difference between the two of you fills him with an intense need to protect you. However, that need wears a visible scent of lust every time he finds himself drawn to your body.

Every time you two find yourselves in intense moments, the height gap between the two of you urges him to treat you like the pillow princess you are but he rather prefers you towering over him instead.

It's the fact that you’re able to recognize when you've shoved yourself too deep into him that brings him a slight feeling of security.

However, Should he notice you're masking the difficulty of taking him despite the apparent expression of discomfort drawn all over your face, he'll intervene in the situation, leading your body so there's no inconvenience for you.

When he's on top, seeing your tiny frame laying below him will surge a wave of satisfaction and a need for more, but he'll constantly pay close attention to your motions.

Causing you any pain is the last thing he means to do, even when you manage to take him.

He’ll thrust with slow gentle motions, trying to look for a spot that makes you toss your head back in delight, and once he finds it, his strokes will focus on that area.

While he feels your walls clenching him, the unbearable sensation of stimulation won't mess with his worry about not hurting you. He needs you to feel as good as he does.

Will always use lube as a pre-measure despite you being soaking wet, there's never too much lubrication.

Every single time you prove to feel good, he'll shower you with praises for “taking him so well”

Once you two are finished, he'll make sure to clean your body and make you as comfortable as possible. You deserve it after all.

#captain aizen #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen smut #aizen x y/n #aizen x you #bleach aizen #as nodt #as nodt x reader #as nodt smut #as nodt x you #uryu ishida #uryu x y/n #bleach uryu #uryu x reader #uryu smut #bleach #bleach imagines #bleach smut #bleach asks #smut asks

[wh0re-behavi0r]

hiii for the smut asks: “you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.”

Eddie puffs out a breath, the cotton of the pillow grazing against his cheek as he turns to look back at the man above him. Buck's gaze travels over his back before landing on his ass where he's just taken all of him. He thrusts forward again making Eddie grab onto the bedsheets, creasing them. Buck's thighs are caging him in as he continues to fuck him.

He lets out a low moan, enjoying the slow grinds, the feeling of being full, being connected to Buck in this way. His brow furrows and he chants under his breath, "more." He thinks his voice cracks when he tries to raise it. Eddie never used to make a lot of noise, never felt comfortable being loud enough, but now he can't stop.

"You're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me," Buck mutters after he leans down and flicks his tongue against his ear. Eddie's hips jerk against the pillow they used to prop up his hips and his legs shake as Buck grabs a hold of his hair, tilting his head back and then he feels his fingertips under his jaw.

His mouth falls open, anticipating Buck's moves the same way he does when they work together. He sucks on them then, greedily slurping like his fingers are Buck's cock. Buck's cock that fills him up so perfectly, that grazes against his spot and gives him enough stimulation and makes him want to stay here forever.

#smut asks #buddie #my writing #nina

[boxboxlewis]

Share a DVD commentary on Come get your honey

I'm so obsessed with this fic forever. Honestly I would read a line-by-line director's commentary of the entire fic but to rein it in I'm really curious about what Max is thinking throughout the fic? Daniel is so focused on how good the sex is (for him) and at times, how connected and possessive he feels toward Max, but is Max in that emotional space with him or is he focused more on the simple pleasure of it?

also! if you wanted to! i'd truly just chin-hands raptly listen to you talk about anything you wanted to talk about in this verse. like do they ever get together? do they ever have sex that is emotionally overwhelming for max / what would that look like?

ahhhh sarah ilu thank you! come get your honey is one of my secret favourites of my own children fics so i'm esp pleased you like it. dvd commentary below the cut :)

The first time Daniel and Max have sex is also the last time, has to be the last time, so Daniel tries to memorise every detail as it’s happening. Max’s stubble, spikier than Daniel might’ve expected / the awkward way he giggles when Daniel reaches for his belt / how he immediately apologises for the giggle, voice raspy, “Sorry, I just—” 

max is giggling here from NERVES bc he has had a big fat crush on daniel for one million years. however! he is a professional at Being Around Daniel Without Getting His Heart Broken, so he's also determined not to make a fool of himself.

Daniel has no fucking idea what to do with someone else’s dick, except, presumably, touch it in the same way he likes to touch himself, and he has low-key worried about this, when he’s thought about having sex with Max, which has been always, over the past few weeks/months/years, except as it turns out it’s not an issue because Max tells him exactly what to do: every bitten-back gasp from Max’s stupid-plush mouth when Daniel nips at his skin and then soothes it with his tongue, every motion he makes, the way his hips jerk up how he rolls his eyes at Daniel how he says “No, like this, here—”

the max pov of this scene is basically "oh my god how is daniel so hot and also so bad at this"

The next time Daniel and Max have sex is an error. A mistake, a lapse, a moment, and it’s Max’s fault, really. He looks at Daniel while they’re waiting for the pre-race press conference to begin and he smirks, and Daniel looks at his mouth: that’s it, that’s waiting the whole press conference with a half-hard dick and a racing pulse, that’s walking back to his motorhome when he’d rather run and texting Max “ok then” and texting again a minute later, “come over dick.”

max: [smiles hello at daniel]

daniel: AW yeah he wants that ricciardo D again 😎... come on OVER baybeeeee

He’d thought Max would be new to this, would be unsure, maybe, waiting for Daniel to take the lead, but Max is so comfortable, knows just what he’s doing, he shows Daniel how to use his fingers, he opens for Daniel so easily and beautifully, Max is good at getting fucked, and relaxed about it, which means he must’ve done it before, and probably not just a few times, probably lots of times.

daniel is right, max has had a lot of sex in this universe and he knows what he likes!

“You make me crazy,” he grits out, pressing his forehead into Max’s shoulder his collarbone, getting high from the smell of Max’s skin his armpit his hair, he’s trying to give it to Max so good Max will never go to anyone else for sex ever again, will just keep coming back to Daniel over and over and over and maybe if he thrusts deep enough hard enough at just the right angle he’ll make Max his wife— Max just laughs and kicks his heel against Daniel’s ass, says “Daniel, c’mon,” grips his hand in the back of Daniel’s hair and tugs Daniel’s head up and looks at him all cool and handsome and rolls his fucking eyes and pulls Daniel in and bites his lip, hard, and Daniel comes in an agonised rush, no grace no finesse much too soon. He hasn’t even gotten Max off yet, has to pull out and get his breath back and then make his way down the bed so he can get his mouth on Max’s dick and his fingers pressing back inside where Max is still loose and sloppy. He can feel Max’s fucking heartbeat inside his asshole, secret and lovely against his fingers, he can taste how close Max is to coming, and then Max is groaning, salt-bleach warmth coating Daniel’s mouth, choking him.

max is dying here. he likes daniel SO MUCH but also he's like "im literally giving this man a roadmap and a torch what is he doing"

Max has never in his entire life known when to stop. “I think I can tell maybe that you’ve mostly fucked girls.” He’s still tracing Daniel’s tattoos: the cherub on his forearm, now. “Because you kind of, you ignore my—uh.” Daniel guesses the “uh” is Max for “prostate.” He wants to die.

this is max being like "well naturally daniel would want to know if he is bad at sex, so he can improve" and just 100% not getting why it's painful for daniel to hear god bless

Max riding him is good, is better than Daniel could’ve believed, and Daniel can’t worry anymore whether it’s good for Max because it’s so fucking good for him. He can see Max like this, the entire glorious country that is Max’s body, whole vistas open for Daniel’s gaze. The softness of Max’s stomach / his puffed-up little nipples / his perfect fucking thighs, his perfect fucking thighs clamped around Daniel’s hips no one else’s. Daniel’s cock disappearing into Max’s body, Max’s frown, how he bites his lip, focussing, how he throws his head back and hisses when he finds an angle he likes. Daniel can reach up and pinch his nipple, cup his tit and draw a thumb across it, watch how Max flushes blotchily across his whole chest, he can follow Max into the rhythm he’s setting with his hips he can watch as each thrust makes Max’s eyelids flutter he can hope he can hope that this time he’s getting it right.

this time around is much better for max. good work, daniel

Daniel says “I have something I need to tell you, but you're not gonna like it,” and Max looks at him with wide eyes and says “Well don't tell me yet then,” and Daniel kisses him and thinks, one day.

max has some inkling of what daniel wants to say but he is TERRIFIED that he's wrong and maybe daniel will just be like "i think we should try reverse cowgirl" or something. so he elects not to hear it, so that the beautiful possibility that maybe daniel really likes him can live on a little longer 🥲 they do get together eventually but it takes a while!!

#smut asks #asks #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #sarah this is so long lmao im sorry!!! #i am meditating upon your question about what emotionally overwhelming sex for max would look like in this universe #by “meditating upon” i mean “adding to my fic ideas list”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

For the smut prompt. I'm torn but I think I'll go with #34.

LOVE IT. Thank you babes, I chose to go with Curtis and Honey for this one.

18+ ONLY.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

You should have known he was going to use the magic wand on you.

It was a new toy, something you both picked out together and now you were blissfully paying the consequences of a late-night shopping spree for you two. Your body arched, the vibrations almost too much as Curtis swiped the head across your sensitive clit, which now throbbing, swollen, and a bit abused in all the best ways.

Curtis's heavy hand cupped a breast, teasing you but occasionally pressing his palm against you to keep you lying down to take the "abuse". You wanted to cum so badly, it was right there almost if only he would let the wand stay for an extra five seconds.

Your boyfriend was having too much fun though edging you, another thing you both talked about in length before trying this together. Your gaze finally focused on his, his features aroused, almost devilish as he inflicted this torture on you. "Please Curtis?" You asked nicely, biting on your lip as another wave of sensations trembled through you, your legs snapping closed around his hand holding the wand against your pussy.

Your hands went to his bare chest, brushing through the dark hairs and up to his shoulders to grab on as you again were so close to cumming that your body shook. "I got you Pretty Girl." He muttered as he pushed you over finally, gathering you in against him as you clung to him, sobbing his name while you buried your face into his chest. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers replaced the wand, which was now buzzing somewhere on the bed, his fingers fucking into you with precision. "Gripping me so good." Curtis continued praising, pressing his lips to the crown of your head while you rode the last of your orgasm in his hold.

It was sparks across your vision, an explosion of tight pleasure and floating. His touch slowed and became gentler as he brought you down from it all. "You okay?" He asked, his touch still gentle as he eased you back a bit, checking in with you. You nodded, a shy little grin taking over, which was matched with his very pleased wide one.

"Yeah, this one is a keeper."

Curtis winked at you before leaning down to give you a hungry kiss, his hips dropping enough against you to make you feel him. "Agreed." His tone gravelled in need while he pulled away to find the still buzzing toy and turn it off, leaning over the bed to set it aside to be taken cared of later, you were still lounging in the mess of sheets, still buzzing from before. You admired the flex of muscles all along his backside, the taunt stretch of the back of his thighs to his round ass then up to his back which was rippling in the movements. "Fuck..." You muttered out loud and stretched your foot out, running it up his thigh suggestively.

"I should probably compare though... you know, make sure the real thing is better still."

Curtis crawled over you, pushing you back with a flexing hand against your neck, his fingers making your new favorite necklace on your neck. His dark brow was arched at the implication of your words. "I can assure you it is, but words me nothing." His mouth hovered over yours, the silver flash of his chain glinting in the room's light that you made a grab for it, tugging him the rest of the way so your mouths clashed.

It was a hungry needing kiss, soft moans and groans shared between you till he pulled away, kissing roughly down your neck, making his way to your breasts to love on. You both were getting in the moment once again when his phone chirped several times, repeatedly, making him curse into your cleavage that he had buried his face in. "Fucking asshole."

You giggled, reaching over to grasp his phone and look at the display. "It's Edgar."

"Mute it." His tone was muffled, teeth and tongue making short work over your nipple that he pulled into his mouth to tug on, making you whimper at the sensation.

"Answer it, I dare you." You teased, holding the phone towards him.

"Hell no Honey." He scoffed as he let your nipple go, making it tighten and perk with the sensation, his fingertips rough as they rolled it between the pads. You squirmed, hooking your legs around his narrow waist.

"What if it is an emergency?" You countered, your hands running over his buzz cut, giggling when he huffed against your chest and finally lifted his head. His eyes were brilliantly blue as he narrowed his gaze at you.

"It's not. Right now I'm busy." He grabbed the phone out of your hand and tossed it back to the nightstand. "He is just being a dumbass. I already know what he wants and I told him I wasn't available this weekend."

"At all?" You questioned, humming slightly as you let your hands wander. It was intoxicating to feel all his muscles, poised over you as he was.

"At all, Honey." Curtis grasped your chin enough so you would look at him. "This weekend is just us and I intend to keep it that way."

#smut asks #curtis and honey #life is short so make it sweet #i love these two so much your honor #curtis x plus!sized reader #curtis everett x honey #drabble #amber writes #sweater writes #amber answers

[comatosebunny09]

For @shadowofroses. #10: “Tell me how you want it.” Sorry it took so long. Hope you like it, darling! ❤️

Rengoku Kyojuro prides himself on having more self-control than the average bear. Rarely has issues maintaining his composure, even in the most strenuous situations—he’s a twelfth-grade Social Studies teacher, for crying out loud. He has nothing but patience. However, when it comes to you, his gorgeous wife, swept away with the currents of dreamland, beckoning him with your salacious curves and dewdrop skin…

It can’t really be helped how his body reacts to seeing you, now can it?

Warnings: Somno (?), Female Reader, Heavy Petting, Implied Cunnilingus, MDNI below the cut!

Your mouth is ajar, soft snores floating from it to stain your darkened bedroom. Your hair spills across the pillow, a few tendrils adorning your cheeks. Kyojuro watches you from his side of the bed, propped up on an elbow whilst ingesting you with fondness taking residence on his face. He tucks wayward strands behind your ear, evoking giggles from you—though you’re still submerged in the depths of slumber. Mumbling in your sleep is a habit he’s grown quite accustomed to. It’s genuinely endearing. And as he inches closer, he wonders what other sounds he can conjure from those beautiful lips.

He can’t really help himself, you see. With how your knees softly nudge against the center of his thighs every time you shift, further stoking the fire of his desire. He’s missed you so much. Hasn’t seen you for a week, your demanding jobs keeping you apart. He wishes to savor this moment, for he doesn’t know when you will have one like it again.

Your lips twitch as he grazes the swell of your breasts with deft knuckles. Fingers trail southward through your cleavage and further still. His lips quirk as he blazes a trail down the frail silk of your tank top to your plum stomach. A whimper burbles forth from your throat in response. You pinch your thighs together ever so slightly—clearly indicating something sinister playing behind your lids. 

Your reaction alone is enough to make his cock jump beneath his briefs. He needs no further goading to gather himself onto sturdy limbs above you, flaxen tresses spilling down, down, down to tickle your skin. When you moan so desperately for him—and your lids flicker open, confusion blended with lust taking hold of your features along with a gasp of his name—he closes in for the kill. Swoops in like a hawk, stippling your neck with gentle nips that pull even more needy keens from you.

He’s a bit selfish. Craves more of your melodious voice. Settles half his weight onto your form whilst eager hands rake down the curvature of your waist and hips. He suckles on your jugular, saturated smacks permeating the air, chorusing with your hoarse mewls. You screw your eyes shut, breathless, as you bury your fingers into the delicate hairs of his nape. You writhe beneath him like a fish out of water. He smirks at your visage. Such a lovely little thing, begging for his touch. A side of you that only he gets to witness. His nails skate against the seam of your panties, your hips sluggishly undulating against the mattress at the sudden surge of pleasure.

My, my. Kyojuro could just eat you up.

“Darling,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue across your collarbone. Striking your delicate slit with his knuckles, adoring how your body warms to his touch.

“Y-yes?” seeps out your response, your nails scraping against his shoulder blades as you try in vain to bring him impossibly closer.

He watches you like a leopard, his sunset eyes shimmering predatorily. Dips his slick muscle into the valley of your breasts for a sip of your irresistible flesh. He encases your pubic mound with his enormous hand, kneading languid arcs into where you desire him most with the palm of his hand. Can’t help the soft groan that leaves him when you shudder beneath him. When you scramble for purchase of his body, anything to keep him there, so he’ll do that again. He positions himself between your splayed legs, his need prodding your clothed pussy.

“Show me where you want me, darling,” he rasps, guiding one of your hands back to his hair, encouraging you to direct him. You bite your lip, hesitation winding itself into your brows. A beautiful flush blossoms across your cheeks, highlighted by the moonlight, which dribbles into the room. Always so shy, never really telling him what you want despite how long you’ve been married. But he will draw it out of you one way or another.

He grinds down hard against you. Fights an internal battle of his own for self-control whilst you instinctively twine your legs about his lithe hips. “Tell me how you want it,” he commands, voice barely above a whisper.

Through your bashfulness, you reach between your intertwined bodies at his behest. Search between your thighs for the treasure within. You lock eyes with him whilst you stroke your pretty, steadily moistening cunt to life, a pleased sigh tearing past your lips. “Here,” you mutter, “I want you here, Kyo. Hard. Rough. Fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

He blinks, taken aback by your brazenness. Says, “that’s my girl,” once the dust of surprise has settled, dimples cratering his cheeks as he beams widely at you. He proceeds to trail kisses down your abdomen after tearing your top from your shoulders. Makes quick work of your underwear, flinging them to the floor. He stops short of where your bountiful curls shroud the mound he so desperately craves to sample, capturing your eyes anew. And with that simple look, you know that you are in for one hell of a night.

Or morning, because once the beast is awakened, there is no satiating him.

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #smut asks #rengoku smut #kyojuro smut #rengoku kyojuro smut #kyojuro rengoku x reader

[theresthesnitch]

X for Regulus 👀

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

(Send me smut asks!)

I've been staring at this for a bit because Reg is.... complicated.

Honestly, my Reg doesn't stoop so low as to watch porn. That's very disgustingly common, and he would never. If he's going to watch people have sex, he's at least going to have the good sense to pay people to do it in front of him.

The only exception I have to this is the very chaotic moment where Sirius and Regulus realize they're watching the same porn, even better if it's like a cam show and they are like privately chatting with the same camboy. In which case, Regulus's preference is the same as whatever Sirius's for comedic effect. (and I'm wondering if @r33sespieces has anything to say about that....)

#snitch answers asks #smut asks #regulus black

[polutrope]

heya! For the smut ask: 16. What do you think is the sexiest part of actual Tolkien canon? Inclusive of the books, onscreen depictions, etc. 

<3

How could it be anything other than this passage from Lay of Leithian Recommenced?

Daeron the dark with ferny crown played on his pipes with elvish art unbearable by mortal heart. No other player has there been no other lips or fingers seen so skilled, ‘tis said in elven-lore, save Maelor son on Fëanor.

No other lips or fingers seen... need I say more?

Okay, but also every description of Feanor or Turin 🥵.

#asks #smut asks #cuarthol #daemags

[the-al-chemist]

If you’re still taking them ❤️

Aphrodisiac (What encourages or entices them to make a move?) for Charlie

This has been sitting in my ask box for an embarrassingly long time, and I am so sorry. Right, without further ado…

A is for… Aphrodisiac

Ah, Charlie. My poor boy. Growing up as the next oldest brother after The Bill Weasley has to be pretty tough. Who is realistically pay you any attention next to him? Obviously, anyone who does is just being friendly, right?

That sort of mentality has kind of followed Charlie into his adult life. He’s not bitter or sad about it, but he’s not going to notice anyone making advances unless they’re obvious about it. He’s also not going to make a tit of himself by assuming anything even if he’s keen.

In short, if you want a move to be made, you are going to have to make it yourself. Sorry.

But hey, if you do make that move, he’ll be flattered, and probably think it’s kinda hot.

Smut Asks here!

#charlie weasley #smut asks

[miguelswifey04]

omg imagine getting miguel off (like handjob) to an orgasm to help him sleep bc he’s having trouble and when he finishes you keep going but he smacks your hand away bc he can’t take it? he’s still sensitive from before

i’m literally cheesing so bad like i am fr kicking my feet, giggling, & twirling my hair (*^‿^*)

miguel was busy in bed on his laptop busy with whatever he was doing. you knew he was a workaholic and never took breaks. you kinda felt bad that he would prioritize his work over his well-being. he never got much sleep and you noticed his tired form. his eyes were drooping a bit and you could see the dark circles under his eyes. you took it upon yourself to help him relax and release any stress he may have at the moment. “migggyyyyy” you string out your words as you crawled onto the bed inching closer to him. he had his back reclined against the headboard rest clicking away on his laptop. he glanced at you giving you a small smile but resumed doing whatever he was doing. you pouted a bit, so as the tease that you were you closed his laptop.

“miguel, look at me.” you whined as he removed the laptop from his lap and sat besides him resting your head on his shoulder, “you need to take a break, maybe you should sleep now.”

“no puedo, estoy acopado.” he sighed giving you his full undivided attention. you turned to him as stroke his cheek then leaning to nibble on his ear telling him sweet nothings because you knew it would help him relax. it even lulls him to sleep but you had different plans for tonight.

“you’re not busy because i said so. let me help you relax, okay?” you cooed into his ear as you started to rub on his chest and your hands roamed his body. he leaned into your touch as small groans and sighs escaped his plush lips. you got it where you wanted it. you wanted him to relax and pleasure him. so, you continued to pepper kisses on his chiseled jawline. his perfect sculpted face was always so captivating to look at. you began to nibble his ear and move down to his neck kissing him teasingly. he moaned as you kiss his neck and he began to squirm a bit.

“mmmmm’ js like that…keep going.” all you had to do was kiss his neck sensually and he was already hard. you glanced down to his grey sweatpants noticing a little of the precum that had seeped through. you always liked it. it turned you on. miguel grabbed your hand and slowly guided your hand across his chest down to his abs then to his cock. he made you slip your hands under his sweatpants. he wasn’t wearing any boxers so it was easy to just tug the hemlines of his sweatpants down. once you did so his cock slapped against his v-line along his happy trail. god, you loved the way his cock looked so pretty and big.

“wow, you’re so easy to please.” you cooed as you began to pump his cock with you hand slowly at first while you had crashed your lips against his. he moaned into your mouth and twitched ever so often whenever you sped up your hand that wrapped around his pretty brown tip. his tip was the most sensitive area, so you always focused on that specific area.

“you’re such a good boy for me.” you whispered into his ear as teased him. you continued your ministrations on him. the wet sounds of his precum mixing on your hands was attractive, and the smell of his arousal genuinely turned you on. “mhmm i’m your good boy. please go faster, my love” he begged you as he whimpered reveling in the feeling of your hand hugging his cock so lovingly. being the good partner that you are you happily did so fulfilling his pleas. you speed up even faster pumping his cock at an incredible speed. his body started twitching and his moans became loud. he was a moaning and whimpering mess as he gripped onto your breast subconscious as his slightly parted away from your lips. he bucked his hips into your hands as if he was fucking you.

a guttural moan escaped his lips as he found his release, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. he came all over your hand and his abdomen as it came out in long spurts. he was definitely the type to cum a lot and that was just so hot to you. even, after he just emptied out his hot seed everywhere on his stomach and on your hand, you still continued to pump your hand but at an ungodly slow pace. you were being a bit sadistic in the way you loved seeing his body tremble. you loved seeing him whimpering and gasping for air as he was twitching so much. his legs trembled as he pushed your hand away.

“thank you, amor..” miguel said as his chest rose and fell with each breath. he was trying to regain himself but soon the sleepiness took over. you peppered kisses on his temple and on his cheek, soothing him after you kind of broke him from giving him a mind blowing orgasm. you helped him clean up and yourself as well. his pleasure was your number one priority. you went to plug his laptop and rushed in bed as you wrapped your arms around his muscular body. within minutes he slowly fell asleep against your chest like a baby.

…

a/n: made him a bit submissive but idc 🙊

#spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #spider person #spidersona #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #ao3 works #❥ asks #smut asks #atsv smut #miguel imagine #🌱 lin writes

[bitchlessdino]

idk why but ive been thinking too much of joshua and his pretty hands these days. i need to touch grass immediately i cant stop thinking of how he seems like the guy who likes spanking maybe for a punishment or maybe bc he just felt like it

I think he’s a playful spanker and we don’t know it, unlike Jeonghan who’s obvious about it. Josh is doing it out of sight, squeezing your ass through your bottoms, only alerting you at first before he’s sure the attention is away from the both of you and he spanks you taut on the ass for you to jump.

Surely he has sessions of his partner with their bare ass propped on his lap, while the warmth of his hand strikes and burn your skin in this really just addictive way that you end up asking for more. His hand his so big, it could probably cover an entire cheek without spreading, and that personal to me

#nan talks #asks #anon asks #anon #smut asks #joshua hong smut

[tragedygroupie]

hi ya’ll! i normally write smut on ao3 but i wanted to come on here to get some prompts! right now i write shiv roy smut AND robert de niro character smut, but that’s subject to change.

i will write smut about:

Robert De Niro Characters:

Travis Bickle (Taxi Driver)

Jimmy Conway (Goodfellas)

Vito Corleone (The Godfather Part Two)

Neil McCauley (Heat)

Sam ‘Ace’ Rothstein (Casino)

Louis Gara (Jackie Brown)

Max Cady (Cape Fear)

John ‘Johnny Boy’ Civello (Mean Streets)

Lorenzo Anello (A Bronx Tale)

Father Bobby (Sleepers)

Jack Walsh (Midnight Run)

Jimmy Doyle (New York, New York)

Jon Rubin (Hi, Mom!)

Monroe Stahr (The Last Tycoon)

Succession:

Shiv Roy

Kendall Roy

Al Pacino Characters:

Michael Corleone (The Godfather)

Tony Montana (Scarface)

Vincent Hanna (Heat)

Frank Serpico (Serpico)

Carlito Brigante (Carlito’s Way)

Bobby (The Panic in Needle Park)

Johnny (Frankie and Johnny)

Bobby Deefield

Yellowjackets:

-Old! Nat

some notes about the smut i write:

-i pretty much exclusively write smut with a submissive reader

-most of my smut is in first person

-will not write scat, piss, or noncon.

i’m sure there’s more but that’s all i can think of right now! please please please send in asks, because i miss writing❤️❤️

#smut prompts #smut asks #succession #shiv roy #kendall roy #travis bickle #travis bickle smut #jimmy conway #jimmy conway smut #robert de niro #vito corleone #vito corleone smut #ace rothstein #ace rothstein smut #max cady #max cady smut #shiv roy smut #michael corleone #michael corleone smut #frank serpico #frank serpico smut #yellowjackets #nat yellowjackets #nat yellowjackets smut #heat #vincent hanna #vincent hanna smut

[lifeofkaze]

🥝🍦 for Caro? It's for very innocent purposes swear

🥝 Your character’s most private sexual fantasy? Or describe yours and my muse will weight in on if they would participate.

Wouldn't it be an awful shame if Brady misconducted himself in *such* a manner when his father was completely unawares in the next room?

🍦 Kinks your character would participate in? Name the kink.

Silk scarves are fashionable, first and foremost, but also...

#smut asks #carolyn nyberg

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Can you pls pls write 3 and 4 from the smut prompts for Alpha Steve and Little one. I know they don't use condoms but.... may be just for fun... I guess...

They certainly never wore condoms, but there is a first for everything and Little One is very curious... Thank you for sending this! It was silly fun.

18+ ONLY.

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Mates didn't wear condoms, at least you didn't with Steve. It all started as a conversation you, Sara and Natasha were having. Now several hours later, you were still mulling it over in your mind while curled up next to Steve in the nest.

He must have sensed the thoughts in your bond, the inquiring sensation caused his hand to slide over your belly and circle around your waist to tug you in closer. "What are you thinking about? I can feel you wanting to ask me something."

You twisted to face him, his face calm and serene, as if asleep. He was far from it though. "Serious question... no laughing." You said earnestly and he let his eye slide open, barely giving you a peek of his crystal blues.

"Oh god... Should I be nervous?"

"Mmhh, no. Maybe. We will see." You laughed as you pushed to sit up and crawl to your nightstand to open a drawer, pulling out a foil packet. "Will this fit you?"

Steve narrowed his eyes on it, studying it before it dawned on him what it was. His head did tip back and he laughed, slapping a hand on his chest. "Where did you even get a condom?"

"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh." You huffed while crawling back over to straddle him. You struggled yourself while he composed himself. plucking the condom from your fingers. "Natasha gave it to me, we were having a chat with Sara."

"Uh huh... and now you want me to put it on?" He questioned and you shrugged with a nod.

"I mean... I'm just curious and all-" You started and Steve lifted you easily, letting you slide back onto the bed while he untangled himself from the nest.

"I haven't worn one since I've met you Little One... but I can indulge your curiosity." Steve assured you, working his pants open while you ripped the foil package open.

Your hands ran up and down his cock, kissing and nuzzling against his hairy thighs while he grew aroused. His hand joined over yours, squeezing and moving your hand on him. "You know I love you, right?" You grinned up at him while he moved your hand faster, steadier over his stiffening cock.

"Fuck, I know Little One." His head tipped back a bit, breathing in deeply. You were tempted to forget the condom, to just go ahead and slide him down your throat and give him head. "I love you too, why I'm knotting you after this experiment is over."

You pulled your hands away to put the condom on him. "Deal, put a baby in me all you want." You promised while you rolled it carefully down his erected shaft. It felt odd on him, the rubber closing him from your touch and the harsh rubber smell assaulted your senses, making your nose curl a bit. "Different?"

Steve gathered you up, pulling you off your knees and onto his lap, straddling him as you wriggled in place, his cock pressing in between you two. His jeans rubbed at your skin that was peeking from beneath your shorts while you rocked gently against him. "I'm not gonna say its my favorite. But if you asked me to wear one..." His mouth pressed against your neck, teeth nipping against his bonding mark affectionately while his hands grasped your hips, helping you move against him. "... I would buy them in bulk."

You tilted your head, pressing in more as your arms circled around his neck comfortably, placing mimicking kisses along the shell of his ear, teasing him enough so a flush started up his neck, making his ears bright. You nipped on his earlobe, sucking on it. "You would?"

"Little One." Steve growled softly, his kisses hungrier on your skin, his tongue swiping against your jaw and back to your mouth to claim your aroused whimper. Pulling away while his hips rocked up, pushing his cock between you two. "If that was what you wanted, of course, I would give it to you."

You surged back to his lips, almost overwhelmed that he wouldn't force you to take him, but it was about your comfort, regardless of how he felt. Something snapped in Steve as he moved faster, grunting as he stiffened and swore against your lips. "Fucking hell..."

It broke you from the moment, pulling back with a worried look. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" wetness seeped between you, feeling it soak through your tee and you glanced down to find white cum streaking your clothes.

"I think the condom just broke." Steve sighed while you started giggling at the predictiment.

"I guess they don't work for you... at least not these." You bit your lip, shifting back enough to get it off of him. Steve gave you a mock glare as you flung it away. "So... does this happen to you often?" You teased a bit, unable to resist that Steve had gotten that worked up already.

"Fucking minx, No I don't always cum in my pants. That was the first time." He twisted the two of you so you fell to the bed while you were full-on laughing hard and unable to stop the tears from coming. "Usually it's not an issue, I don't bother with fucking pants half the time."

Steve started pulling off your remaining clothes, his cock still throbbing although he already came and you wriggled around, helping him. "Wait till I tell Natasha."

"Be sure to tell her that she needs better ones." Steve shucked his pants off while tumbling into the nest with you. You purred seductively while pushing against his chest to make him lay back, straddling him again and working yourself down onto his cock with a hiss of satisfaction from both of you.

"Fuck those condoms, I rather have just you inside of me." You leaned down, nuzzling against his nose. His hands swept down your back to grab your hips and finished pushing into you.

"Same here Little One."

#amber writes #smut asks #the pack #alpha steve and little one #alpha steve x little one #steve rogers x reader #steve ragers and you #sweater writes

[comatosebunny09]

@sirenascales requested #26: "You can't even imagine the thoughts I have about you." "Show me." I hope that it is to your liking. Sorry for the wait. Thank you so much for the request! 💖

Warnings: Language, Heavy Petting, Dubcon (?), Restraints, Arachnid, MDNI!

You must be quite the sight.

Your wrists and ankles are bound by glistening webs that bite unforgivingly into your flesh. Silken cords ensnare your torso and waist, tearing your uniform in all the right places, keeping you suspended about a foot above the ground.

You groan, having struggled for what feels like hours to free yourself. Of course, the more you fight against your sturdy bindings, the more restrictive they become. You wriggle your fingers at where your katana glimmers condescendingly below you, hilt just out of reach. How on earth did you allow yourself to be so careless? Especially in the company of a hashira? And your master, of all people?

Fucking hell.

You knew you hated spiders for a reason. 

The clip of sandals echoes throughout your dimly lit prison, disrupting the swell of soundlessness that once embraced you. A sliver of moonlight wades over you, not helping your plight. Under different circumstances, you would be elated to have your master come to your rescue, but…fuck. Not under these conditions.

You sigh, brows knit together in frustration. You drop your shoulders, bowing your head to hide behind your hair. It’s only a matter of time before he discovers you like…well, like this.

And oh, what a field day he will have. 

God knows your master does not know the meaning of subtlety.

“Well now,” a familiar, boisterous voice chides, ricocheting off the walls. You flinch at its intensity. Bite down an impulse to reprimand your master. Must he be so loud? He might attract the spider demon that knocked you out and entrapped you in these accursed webs in the first place! “This certainly isn’t the way to become a hashira, young flame!” He couples his words with a booming, hearty laugh. One that draws ever closer to you.

You don’t bother looking up, his crimson geta settling in your vision. You haven’t the intestinal fortitude to face him, though he has never expressed disappointment in you. You’re his star pupil—his only pupil, everyone else running from his tutelage.

You are jolted from the inner mechanisms of your mind by rough fingers brushing your inflamed cheek, coaxing you to look at him. He wears an effervescent grin, yet something indiscernible swirls in his irises. Something you’ve seen a few times during his instruction. When he is too close, correcting your form and enrapturing you with his overwhelming warmth. You’ve often mistaken it for lust, but there is no way in hell your master could ever see you in such a light.

Right?

His smile twitches the slightest after he gives you a once over. Intakes your scantily clad form, heat surging through you, your nipples stiffening beneath his scrutiny, a dull throb between your thighs. “How scandalous, my little tsuguko,” Kyojuro says, his voice dropping several decibels as he stands akimbo.

You blanch, averting your gaze to an adjacent stone wall. “Ha-ha. Funny. Mind cutting me down?” you reply, eyeing the nichirin sword tucked into your master’s belt. You swallow thickly when he brings a finger to his chin in mock contemplation, eyes skittering skyward. This stance is dangerous; he intends to make you suffer, probably for getting caught.

“No,” he chuckles, much to your dismay, “I don’t think I will.”

You stammer, casting him a mortified look as something cold drops into the pit of your belly. “Master, please! We don’t have time for this! It’s only a matter of time before she—” 

“You know, young flame,” Kyojuro interjects, ogling you like a piece of meat, his irises dipping into a mysterious shade of honey. “The jorogumo is drawn to the desires of men.” 

“What does that have to do with—”

You spasm when you feel his hand curling around the base of your neck, your words lodged in your esophagus. Your mind disconnects from your body, in disbelief of what is happening. And holy shit, it doesn’t stop there. He continues southward in pursuit of your breasts, his blistering palm scorching through your exposed chest bindings. 

You whimper against your better judgment, having long been deprived of a man’s touch. After taking up a sword, you shut yourself off from affection and things of the like. Though, you’ve found it quite difficult to deny the blooming fondness which has taken possession of your heart the closer you grew to your master. Doesn’t help that he is the epitome of a Greek God. Tanned skin, sinewy muscles, and a smile that could bring any woman to her knees. You twist your head defiantly, wishing your body would work with you instead of against you.

“Master, I—unnngh….” Your voice trails off in a scant whine, his enormous palm having found the supple treasure nestled between your legs, blazing through your hakama pants. You look at him through your drunken, amorous haze, red and orange hues flooding your vision whilst he pans in. You nearly lose it when he whispers into the shell of your ear, the gentleness of his voice betraying the intensity of his ministrations against your sex.

“What do you say we draw her out, hmm? My beautiful, darling little flame.”

You keen his name in heated whispers, an adoring smile kissing his lips whilst he works your body into a shivering mess. He is ruthless in his assault on your aching pussy. Grinds his hand down with just the right amount of friction to send shockwaves of delight pulsing throughout your erogenous zones. Never relinquishes his eye contact, wanting nothing more than to bear witness to your pleasured features.

“You haven’t a clue how desperately I’ve yearned to touch you like this, dear flame,” he murmurs into your neck, following it up with a sharp nip at your supple flesh. You moan pitifully, clenching your fists, once again battling with the webbing. Your head lolls back whilst you allow yourself to be ravaged by your devilish master. Wish that you could free yourself to fully bask in such an unreal moment. 

“Then show me,” you manage to say between grit teeth, undulating your hips against his devious fingers whilst he strokes you into delirium. “Show me how much you want me, master. Please. Please show me.” The beginnings of your orgasm trickle in like rainwater, threatening to completely flood your senses.

“I would love nothing more than to do just that,” Kyojuro rasps. Slowly draws his hand away from your pulsating mound, stirring your chagrin and pulling a frustrated cry from betwixt your lips. You snap your eyes to him, a desperate plea for him to continue at the crest of your tongue. But then, he brings a slender finger to his lips, accompanying it with a wink and a sinister smirk. “It would seem we have a guest, dear flame.”

So swept away in the tides of desire were you that you hadn’t noticed the shift in pressure nor the imposing, demonic aura which had long since leaked into your makeshift prison. It isn’t until the spiderweb violently rattles, followed by an otherworldly growl quaking the room, that you realize your captor is nearby. And by the sound of it, she doesn’t seem happy.

Curse your master for always being right.

You suddenly collapse to the ground in a disheveled heap, Kyojuro having swiftly cut your bindings, moving like the gentle whisper of the breeze. You wince while massaging your pounding ass, looking up at your smug instructor. “Ow! Could you warn me next time?” you admonish, catching your katana that your master ungraciously tosses at you. You clamber to your feet, using your blade as a crutch to help you up. 

Don’t miss the mischievous glint in Kyojuro’s eye as he takes a fighting stance ahead of you, throwing over his shoulder, “we shall continue this lesson later, my dear tsuguko. That is if you would like to continue.” Amusement lingers in his timbre. 

And as warmth overwhelms your body, toiling and simmering like a tea kettle, you can’t help wanting to take him up on his offer.

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#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku x tsuguko reader #kyojuro x tsuguko reader #rengoku kyojuro x tsuguko reader #rengoku smut #kyojuro smut #rengoku kyojuro smut #kyojuro rengoku smut #smut asks