#spicy flame daddy

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

gangleader!sukuna x reader

tags: possessive sukuna, daddy, nipple play, lewd language, no penetration – spicy not smutty notes: listen to “be my daddy” by lana del rey wc: 1.6k

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the energy of the night, thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of laughter. Sukuna, known for his dominant aura and commanding presence, sat at a secluded corner table, surrounded by his crew. Their boisterous camaraderie echoed through the room as they indulged in drinks and jests, their faces etched with the confidence of those who ruled the streets.

But amidst the chaos, his attention was drawn to you. You entered like a breath of fresh air, your figure gracefully gliding through the haze of smoke and noise. Clad in a white dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, you exuded an ethereal allure that demanded attention. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, challenging and enticing all at once.

Sukuna's gaze locked onto yours like a predator homing in on its prey. He watched your every move, his demeanor exuding an intoxicating blend of dominance and desire. With each step you took, he felt his pulse quicken, his senses heightening as if under a spell.

You knew the effect you had on him, and you relished in it. Your smile was coy, teasing, as you danced just out of his reach, a tantalizing game of cat and mouse unfolding between you. You reveled in the power you held over him, knowing that despite his reputation as a formidable leader, he was powerless against your allure.

“Thank you for inviting me, sir”, you smile at him, your fingertips lightly – softly gracing his broad shoulder.

Before the drinks at the bar, your encounter at the beach set the stage for your evening together. As the gang leader strolled along the sun-kissed shoreline, his gaze caught by the sight of you lounging on the sand, a vision of youthful allure in your cute bikini. Entranced by your beauty, he approached with a magnetic pull he couldn't resist. Sukuna never could resist you.

In a bold move that echoed his dominance (and the fact that you worked for him), he invited you to join him for drinks later that evening, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency. Though you teased and feigned reluctance, he could sense your intrigue, the subtle flicker of interest dancing in your eyes. And as you accepted his invitation with a coy smile, he knew that your evening together would be anything but ordinary, fueled by the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you.

“You came and got all dolled up for me, huh? Good girl.”

With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna dismissed his loyal crew, their departing footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridors, leaving him and you alone in the quiet solitude of the hidden sanctum.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he turned his attention to you, his dominant aura palpable in the air around. You stood before him, a tantalizing enigma wrapped in the soft glow of the room's ambient light, your playful smile betraying the mischief dancing in your gaze.

Alone at last, he moved closer, his movements calculated and deliberate as he poured two glasses of amber liquid, the clink of ice against glass a seductive melody in the silence that surrounded you. With a gesture, Sukuna offered you a drink, his voice low and commanding as he watched your every reaction with unwavering intensity.

Yet, despite his best efforts to maintain control, you remained a tempestuous force, your teasing demeanor a siren's call that stirred something primal within him. With each playful taunt, you tested the boundaries of Sukuna’s dominance, your words like a dance of fire and ice that ignited a fierce longing deep within his soul.

You approached him, drawn to him like a moth to flame, your movements a silent surrender to his magnetic pull. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Sukuna welcomed you onto his lap, his legs spread wide in a display of dominance that left no room for doubt.

As you settled into his embrace, he wasted no time in asserting his control, his hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. With a predatory smirk, Sukuna watched as you brought a lollipop to your lips, your actions a provocative challenge that only fueled the fire burning within him.

“I’ll give you some if you want, sir.”

With a swift motion, he took hold of the lollipop, pulling it from your grasp with a possessive certainty. His gaze locked on yours, he traced the sugary sweetness along your lips with a deliberate slowness, each touch a silent reminder of who held the power in this dangerous game of desire.

“Don’t call me sir tonight.”

As you squirmed beneath his touch, Sukuna tightened his grip, his dominance unyielding as he asserted his control over you. With each suck and swirl of the lollipop, he unleashed a torrent of longing and need, his hunger for you consuming him from within. And as you melted into his embrace, he knew that in this moment, he was the master of your desires, a force to be reckoned with in the realm of passion and power. He pulled the lollipop out of your mouth before you replied to his command.

You hooked your finger under his gold chain, tugging onto it lightly. Your eyes staring into his as you pout slightly.

“You can be my daddy tonight.”

That’s all Sukuna needed to hear. As your whispered words filled the air, a primal hunger ignited within him, unleashing a feral intensity that coursed through his veins like wildfire. With a low growl, Sukuna seized you with a possessive grip, pulling you closer onto his lap with a primal urgency that left no room for hesitation. His hands firmly gripping on your waist.

Your lips collided in a searing kiss, a collision of desire and dominance that set the room ablaze with raw passion. His hands roamed over you with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession, tracing the curves of your body with a hunger that knew no bounds.

In that moment, he became your daddy, your protector and your punisher, your guide through the depths of pleasure and pain. With each kiss, each touch, he claimed you as his own, leaving no doubt in your mind who held the reins of power in this dangerous dance of desire.

“Yeah? You want me to be your daddy?” His lips were on your neck as he started to bite into your skin – almost drawing blood, “Want daddy to make you feel real good, piccola?”

Nothing but a moan fell from your lips and you nodded your head. With a commanding presence that brooked no argument, Sukuna seized control of the moment, his movements deliberate and authoritative. His hands, large and possessive, found their way to the fabric of your dress, fingers tracing along the delicate lines of your figure with a hunger that bordered on primal.

You yielded to his touch, a willing captive to his dominant desires, your breath catching in your throat as he began to undress you with a neediness that left you trembling with anticipation. With each article of clothing that fell away, you felt yourself unraveling beneath his touch, the weight of his gaze a tangible force against your skin. You sat on Sukuna’s lap, completely naked, victim to his mercy.

He relished in your vulnerability, his touch both tender and commanding as he exposed you to his hungry gaze. With a predatory hunger that weakened you at the knees, he reveled in the power he held over you, his dominance unyielding as he claimed you as his own.

Stripped bare of all pretense and inhibition, you felt a rush of desire wash over you, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both. You were his to command, his to possess, his to devour with a ferocity that knew no bounds.

Sukuna reached one hand forward to cup your tits, his index finger and thumb playing with your nipple while his other hand landed a hard blow on your eyes. No one could imagine how often he pleasured himself while thinking about this exact moment. Meanwhile he started to rock his hips upwards, his hard bulge pressing against your puffy clit.

His lust for you was a primal force, a hunger that burned deep within his soul and consumed his every thought. From the moment his eyes first alighted upon you, he knew that he needed you in a way that transcended mere desire. You were his obsession, his addiction, and he yearned for you with a ferocity that bordered on madness.

As he gazed upon you with hungry eyes, his body reacted instinctively, every nerve tingling with a raw, primal need. His heart pounded in his chest like a drumbeat, each pulse a reminder of the insatiable hunger that raged within him. His breath came in ragged gasps, the air thick with the scent of your intoxicating presence.

“Always acting so cute and innocent but you couldn’t wait for daddy to finally make you his, couldn’t you?”

“‘m sorry, daddy.”

With each movement, he relished in the sensation of your body beneath his fingertips, tracing the contours of your form with a possessiveness that left you breathless. Sukuna’s touch was both commanding and reverent, a tantalizing dance of dominance and desire that left you gasping for air.

And as he reveled in the exquisite pleasure of your submission, he knew that he held you in the palm of his hand, a willing captive to his every whim. He was the master of your desires, the architect of your pleasure, and he relished in the knowledge that you were his to command, his to possess, his to dominate with a ferocity that knew no bounds.

“Now, now, don’t be sorry, amore mio. Not going to help you anyway. You’ve been a bad, teasing slut and now daddy has to fuck that attitude out of you.”

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #smut sukuna #sukuna smut

[inknopewetrust]

𝐖𝐞𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

summary: what if Miguel didn’t learn the first time around? What if he keeps jumping to new realities to experience the life he deserved but never got?

pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader [wc: 2.15k]

warnings: 18+, minors dni, this does get a tad bit little spicy and then... emotive, domestic miguel & family. well... here we are folks... miguel is on a struggle bus.

Every universe tells a story.

And before worlds start to crumble, they are built by those within it hoping for a better life.

Miguel could hear the music from the kitchen before he even walked through the door.

The rhythms of drums he had long forgotten weaved its way through the air as the smells of a dinner being cooked wafted out from the apartment. He could hear the laughter he missed greatly; a sorrowful joyous sound Miguel could never grasp.

"No, no, no!" Happy shrieks left your lips as soon as he opened the door, bag in hand like he recalled from his years of work at Alchemax.

Small hands pushed at his legs to send him back out the door and he tried to ignore the way his eyes caught birthday streamers and a cake on the table. It was his birthday. A fragment of his life before - it felt so familiar but only a fantasy all the same.

"Go! It's not," Gabriella grunted as she attempted to push Miguel away, "it's not ready! You're too early." Too early, always too late.

"GO! Go!"

"Alright! Alright!" Miguel chuckled, smiling at his daughter as she succeeded and he found himself paired with the outside of the door once more. The lock clicked, giving him no other choice.

Behind it, the sounds of shuffling feet and plates being placed onto the table balanced out the music. The music stopped without warning the moment the light that streamed out of the small gap at the bottom of the door went away.

A pair of feet pattered their way back to the door to unlock it. Miguel opened it again and at the end of the wide hall, the kitchen table was laid with what he had seen before.

A cake lit by candles that didn't truly reflect his age.

A dinner that was a warm favorite he'd never admit to.

And a family whole and smiling to the nines. Gabriella's pearly whites nearly shined in the glow of the candles, the sights of the city filling the rest of the room behind you both. Miguel looked at his little girl with a tense heart, and he looked at you with a loose one.

You were here. You both were. Happy and healthy and waiting for him to come home.

To break the static, an out-of-tune, good intentioned rendition of 'happy birthday' filled the air. He put the suitcase down to approach the table where his hands rested on the back of a wooden chair and Gabriella's excitement overflowed as she raced to him and gladly was swept off her feet.

You would never tire of the sight of a man like Miguel so gentle with her. Broad shouldered with a harsh face, he softened beside her. Adoring the way she would wrap her arms around his neck and snuggle into the crook of it. It was soft, pure in the simplest of ways.

And he would only be like this here - when she was present and the world wasn't watching. Helping her color inside the lines or pick out a matching pair of socks so she wouldn't be made fun of when she went to school. Miguel was a dad when anyone could be a father.

When the song was over, Gabriella turned her head and whispered in his ear.

"Daddy," her voice high-pitched, "you need to make a wish."

You moved from around the table to join the two as he held onto her tightly.

"Remember," you reminded Miguel as he pondered, "just enough to last the year. There will always be more next year."

Miguel nodded absentmindedly, moving on auto-pilot to lean down and look at the flames meeting his face. One wish was all he wanted. One wish for this life to last a bit longer than the last and this universe to be the one to heal whatever pieces of him he had lost in the others.

"Ok, go ahead! One, two..." Gabriella pushed and he blew them out as he held onto his little girl and your hand rested on his arm.

Miguel couldn't remember birthdays like this.

He had begun to tune them out after years of forgetting but he sat at the end of the bed with the exhaustion he had felt every day he worked long hours that were less than rewarding.

Gabriella went to bed; he read her a story like he always did and ended up trapped in his own mind when there was little else to do but sleep.

The sink in the bathroom attached to the bedroom stopped running. You exited the bathroom in those pajamas he said made you look like an old lady but wouldn't trade for the world. However, in the reality he knew all too well, he wished he had never said that. Miguel would trade the world to feel, to hold the body that wore them again.

"What's the look for?" You asked him, eyebrow quirked.

"What look?"

"You know," shrugging, you mimicked his face the best you could but in his eyes, it was nothing more than a strange look.

"No," he scoffed with a smirk, "I don't know what you mean."

"Ok grumpy... it's your birthday," you stopped in front of him, hands on his shoulder before taking one hand and squeezing his chin lightly, "cheer up."

"I'm happy," he defended and you narrowed your eyes.

"I don't know... you don't look happy. What can I do to turn that frown," you poked into his cheek, "upside down," and pulled it upwards to get him to smile.

Miguel grabbed your poking hand and held onto it tightly. Sitting down on the bed, his eyes met yours directly. For once, he was not this towering figure that would have been menacing had he not been holding a fawning child or a bag of toys.

His eyes always told a story. One of pain, one of hope, one of lust. They were something you could see lifetimes in and only wish that when you were old, those same eyes would look at you the way they did now. Hungry and waiting for a present he had been looking forward to as he ate his food and traced unknown shapes onto your thigh as Gabriella went on and on about some kid at school.

"What can you do?" He asked you. You nodded in reply. Miguel's eyes darted to your lips, tongue wetting them before you raked your teeth over your bottom lip.

The hand that held yours fell into his lap. It itched to move further.

"I can think of a million things for you to do," Miguel's voice was guttural, husky. "But the floor is cold. It needs to be warmed."

Your heart always manages to stop in his presence.

"Get on your knees."

You weren't a woman to bow to a man. You imagined that is why Miguel had taken onto you so fast but when you were with him, the world washed away. Miguel became another piece of you that had been missing for so long. He had stamped himself inside your heart and through that, you crafted letters of love that transcended the universe.

And in the silent days when he is gone or you're alone, there's a fear of holding one's breath until it's too late. Suffocating without a lung to sustain you.

You knelt onto the cold floor as told. Miguel's eyes watching you look up at him as though you were innocent and this was the first time you were doing this. Being commanded like that, giving into his needs before your own because it was a special day.

Miguel let go of your hand, extending it high with your arm as he helped pull off your nightgown.

Nude underneath, your nipples pert with the chill of the floor, the warmth of his gaze.

You squeezed your thighs together as your toes curled under you. Miguel's ghost of a smile lingered as he leaned back on his elbows.

"You know what to do."

And you did.

Running your hands from his ankles up to his own thighs, your hands were smooth against the fabric of his pants. Fingers spread wide against the large width of them and pressing into the tenderness of his muscle. You fanned over the center of his pants knowing what lies beneath, waiting and aching to be had.

You fiddled with the belt as the silence of the room had grown into a thick air. It surrounded the two of you in a bubble.

"Miguel," you said his name sweetly. He hummed as you let your palm press down onto him and your fingers grasp at the belt. "Do you love me?"

It was not hard to admit that he loved you. He had proclaimed it in every universe he existed in, but it still made his own heart skip a beat. Weak, he imagined himself, to feel that way but here he was, knowingly in another universe where the world was seemingly perfect and it would end in disaster.

He moved your hand and replaced it with his own. He undid the belt and sat up, gripping your face with both of his large hands.

"Yes," he nodded his head at you, "I love you very much"

He loved you in a million lifetimes.

And he kissed you. Hard... because you could slip from his fingertips at any moment. You could simply disappear like dust and he would have to deal with the knowledge that he destroyed you in this world too and he needed to forget that.

His hands cradled your head with a gentle purpose. Thumbs tracing the way your cheeks formed from the smile that lit up your face and threatened to tear his lips from yours. You lifted yourself off of the ground, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Miguel didn't need to think of a million things for you to do to make him happy. His hands traced your naked sides and he felt the skin he had been aching to feel. He gripped the parts of you that he missed as much as the smile on your face and the heart that lied inside your chest.

He trailed kisses along the column of your neck and realized that he would destroy every universe if it meant he could have this for one small fragment in time.

"I missed you, sweetheart," Miguel breathed out as you worked on the buttons of his dress shirt. Each button a second he was losing in this world.

You laughed, pulling away slightly from his so his lips disconnected from your shoulder but your fingers didn't stop working.

"I've been here all day," you popped a button off, "just sitting and waiting for you to come home."

"I know," he heaved in a big breath as if the admission of sitting around and waiting for him to come home was sad, or worse, pathetic. "I just missed you, that's all."

You just smiled in return and worked on the last button before pushing the shirt off his shoulders and feeling down his ample chest. Miguel pulled you against him, skin against skin, and rested his forehead on yours.

You didn't question the way he had a few moments ago wanted to be worshiped on his birthday and now only wants to hold you. Every trip around the sun brought forth the recognition that time had an expiration date. That date, unknown and daunting, lingered over the heads of everyone in Nuevo York because the future didn't let people live longer in harmony.

Your fingernails raked the back of his neck, grazing the start of his hair and his grip tightened.

"Baby..." you wanted to pull away to look him in the eye but couldn't. So, you just lowered your head to where your lips were beside his ear. "It's alright, Miguel..."

His hand sprawl out onto your back, the other holding your hip to him.

"I'm not goin' anywhere," you told him, "I'll always be waiting for you to come home."

But you wouldn't.

And he knew that because he made the choice to come here. He came to this universe where tragedy had already struck and wove a web into the home he wanted to build just to have one moment of peace.

That web was opaque.

The opacity of it muddling the lives he had lived and the ones he hadn't. Miguel could imagine fragments of time from the memories he had collected but they stuck together in that web. And every time a solution was thought to have been conceived–where he'd go back to a life worth living with two beautiful souls waiting for him–they imploded.

Even so he held you.

And the pain in his heart wasn't enough to stop him from trying to find that truthful reality of tranquility.

A/n: as a an english speaker, I felt it would be better if I didn't attempt to include spanish in the fic. I know miguel speaks it, I imagine him with a partner who also speaks spanish, but I'd rather leave that to the native speakers of the language instead of someone like me (their fics are also probably better than this one, so go check out those fics!)

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #x female reader #miguel o’hara imagine

[liz-allyn]

sweet dreams [tasm!peter x fem!reader]

summary: you wake up one night with needs. Peter helps you solve them. (p without plot at all. there’s no point here, just pure fifth. there are cereal boxes with more filling content.)

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ NSFW content—minors DNI, grade-A, 100% pure smut, pwp, fem!reader, heavy daddy!kink, dom!peter, sub!reader, kinda innocence kink maybe, web-play

a/n: so here’s something I scraped off the inside of my skull bc maybe some people just need a distraction sometimes

“Mmmmm...” A needy, petulant whine flooded your thoughts and subconsciously spilled from your lips.

You felt a puff of breath brush across the exposed nape of your neck. A low chuckle and a dark smile.

“Aww, ‘m so sorry, baby—my bad,” your boyfriend snickered mischievously. You were blinded by heavy eyelids, but you could hear the Cheshire grin on his face. “It’s jus’ me, sweetheart.”

He placed an innocent kiss on your bare shoulder, reeling you in further away from your slumber. Your nostrils filled with the scent of him: the musk of spicy cedar body wash blended with the salty headiness of perspiration dampening his hair.

You groaned again, a more distraught protest coated with sleepiness. You were being pulled from the dark depths of your dream. If the rest of your body held the energy that burned in your belly, you’d dive back under the current and drown yourself.

“Hmmmm—nooooo,” was all you could mutter.

Through the Spider suit concealing most of his body, you felt the firm muscles of his upper half wrap around your torso, fitting himself to your back like a glove. His bare hands—one of your favorite parts of him—glided over your skin delectably, rousing a shiver down your spine. You were pleased that he’d removed his gloves, if not just for sanitary reasons, for the fact that the tiny ridges of his fingerprints kindled a burning desire in you like nothing else could.

His lips ghosting over the shell of your ear added more fuel to your fire. “Was gonna let you sleep, but you looked so cute all snuggled up, I couldn’t resist.” The timbre of his voice darkened as he appended, “That’s before I saw what you’re wearin’ underneath.”

You felt his fingertips start to crawl over every exposed piece of your flesh. What wasn’t bared to him, he’d make contact with, digging his fingers aside and underneath fabric like a hungry child digging into a cookie jar. He smoothed his hand over your shoulder, down your back, over your thighs, widening out around the round of your butt, pausing there as if to pay it special attention. Gooseflesh broke out across your skin as his hand traveled further south. His palm widened further until the expanse of his grip was on the back of your thigh, right below your rear. You shuddered as the tips of his digits slowed to a brutal drag, from miles down to millimeters. He teased the delicate skin between your thighs, but abstained from breaching the hem of your underwear; piously or fiendishly—you weren’t sure.

Overwhelmed by his weight, touch, smell, and sound, you still ached for more. You wanted him wrapped around you and inside you, to be engulfed by and immolate yourself in his flame. 

The groan that you responded with sounded agonized—desperate. He hissed deeply in response, pushing the weight of his hips up into yours. “Feel bad,” he confessed, breathing hotly into your ear as his fingers drew circles in your flesh. “Sounded like you were having a good dream.”

You went still, then grumbled in frustration. Your body had indeed betrayed you, and now he was teasing you about it. You dragged your face under you, concealing your reddened cheeks into your pillow.

“Hey, hey, hey…” he tutted sympathetically, just as you were starting to worry about what ultimately gave you away. “None of that,” he wrapped both hands around your middle, molding your form to his. “No need to be shy, honey. S’okay.”

Reluctantly, you turned your head towards him, peeking out from the safety of your soft pillow.

A wicked smile stretched his lips. “Though if you wanna experience the real thing, all you gotta do is ask.”

You eyed him, considering his lewd suggestion. “Maybe I don’t wanna ask,” you murmured, your sleep-laden lips curling into a teasing pout. “Maybe I wan’you to just... take.”

His mouth parted slightly at this, but he knew exactly what you meant.

You were a sharp, strong-willed, capable (and downright formidable) woman, and 99% of the time that meant holding everything and everyone together. You were cool, coordinated and collected—commanding when necessary. Although you concealed it well, the weight of that 99% threatened to crush you. It was the 1%—that sweet release of responsibility and control—that you craved. It was the only thing that kept you going. And Peter could give it to you like no one else.

You blinked innocently at him, waiting—watching. Knowing that his brain was now effectively a boiling pot of water, bubbling with salacious intent, spilling over with obscene thoughts. The look in his eye could practically melt you.

“Is’at right?” His rumbling voice was so low and tempered, it barely left his body—the kind of sound that lives beneath your skin like a splinter.

To answer him, you arched your lower back, pushing the soft flesh of your rear back into his hips. You felt the outline of his hardened cock beneath the leggings of the suit. He eagerly received you, his fingers around the crest of your pelvis as his hips met yours.

Again, you didn’t have to see it to know what was happening. You could hear the way his breath hitched and the wet sound he made sucking his lip between his teeth. He somehow covered more of your body with his.

“That was a question, baby,” he urged with a sharp, teasing tongue. You felt his lips plant tiny searing kisses along the back of your shoulder up the curve of your neck. “Wanna hear you answer.”

You furrowed your brows, grumbling with a somewhat bratty tone, “Defeats the purpose if I gotta ask...”

A moment passed; you felt his hand travel up between your shoulder blades. In a blink, he grasped your hair and yanked your head back. You hissed at being wrenched to attention. With your chin lifted off the pillow, neck angled backward, you peered at him in your periphery.

Jawline sharp, teeth gritted, eyes black. “I meant I want you to beg me for it,” he whispered hotly into your ear. He punctuated his demand with a lewd grind of his hips, his cock poking into the small of your back. The muscles in your pelvic floor clenched up reflexively. You licked your lips through open-mouthed breaths.

“Please,” you purred without hesitation. Your pride was only a passing afterthought. Another heavy breath. He paused expectantly, but the crashing waves in your core made the wait a short one. “Please, Daddy... Wan’you to fuck me so bad.”

Peter exhaled sharply, his chest heavy with lust, eyes dark with desire. His free hand feathered up your forearm and then clamped down over your wrist, pinning it to the sheets near the pillow by your head. He ground down on you again, rubbing his hard erection into your core.

“Yeah?” he breathed out. If he wasn’t salivating, his mouth would be a desert.

“Touch me, Daddy…” you mewled sinfully. You pushed your hips back, hoisting up the heated, wet center between your thighs. He grimaced as the hard muscle in his crotch connected with that delicious spot, relishing in the warmth there beneath your panties.

His free hand not pinning your wrist slid over the round of your opposite shoulder. You shuddered as his fingers tightened around your throat, pulling a moan from your lips. He groaned at the noise, his knee slotting between your thighs.

“Mmm, sweet girl,” he whispered, admonishing teasingly, “you know I can’t help myself when you call me that, yeah?” He began to suck harsh kisses into the flesh of your neck. “Makes me feel like an animal...”

You bit your lip, exposing more of your shoulder to him. His hold on your wrist and neck loosened to your disappointment, but before you could whine, you heard a thwip. Both of your hands were now covered in webs and secured to the headboard above your pillow.

Your jaw fell agape with excitement at the display of dominance. The realization that your arms were firmly bound above your head sent a flutter through the muscles in your belly. You hissed desperately.

He pulled your jaw to the side into a searing hot kiss, his tongue taking full advantage of your open mouth. Simultaneously, his free hand traveled down towards the thin material of your panties, yanking them down your hips.

Impatiently, he shoved his hand in the narrow gap between your crotch and the bedsheets. He stilled his wrist, calming his movements, so he could gently glide through your folds. He teased the sensitive flesh, relishing in the wetness coating his fingertips.

“So wet f’me, baby, fuck,” he muttered, tensing through his own ache. He wasted no time, overcome with need, rubbing tight circles around your clit. You arched at the fervent stimulation, unintentionally escaping his touch.

“N’ah uh,” he tutted mischievously. “Y’know better than to try an’ pull away from me, baby. Be a good girl and let Daddy have that sweet pussy, yeah?”

You let out a filthy whimper, putting weight in your knees to push your ass further against his hard-on. The subsequent V formed between your thighs allowed him access to breach your core. He slipped his fingers inside your velvety, wetness, humming with satisfaction.

“Tha’sit, good girl—”

“Owww, God, Pete—fucking love it when you play with me…”

“I know, baby, I know. Is ‘at why I found you twisted up under the sheets… grinding your pretty pussy into the mattress? Were you waiting for Daddy to come home and touch you, huh?”

Your voice shattered shamelessly into a whine, nodding frantically. “Mmm-hmm…”

Your skin roasted and your blood boiled beneath his touch. He ran his hand back through your hair, the feeling of his nails gently scraping your scalp pushing you into a fevered state. His other hand curled up, his ring and middle fingertips brushing up against the softest part of you. The heel of his palm bucked against your clit, making your legs clench and your eyes roll-up.

“Wha’s that?” he grunted. “You were sayin’?”

“Please, please—want your cock. Need you so bad...”

He pulled his hand away from you, and your body revolted at the loss. He pushed himself up onto his knees, driven momentarily by his own needs. You began to protest until you saw him tearing at the top of his suit and the waist of his pants. You glanced behind at the delicious plains of his pecs, now exposed to you. Chest heaving, mouth open and panting like a dog, he gripped the satin of your underwear, shimmying them down and off your legs. It took all of his self-control not to rip them off your body.

Fumbling, you pressed your thighs together to hoist your hips up. You pressed your face into your pillow, shamelessly bent over and on your knees. He reached into his pants, pulling out his dripping cock, lip pinched in his teeth. His wolfish gaze was glued your sex, like a predator eying prey. The sight alone made you whimper.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he shushed you. “I gotcha. I’m gonna give you what you want.” His tone darkened, “Good girls always get what they want, isn’t that right?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in the pillow again.

Peter gazed down at you, rubbing himself up against your folds. His eyes flashed deviously, and his face twisted into a devilish smirk. “I said ‘isn’t that right?’” he repeated, with an emphasis. He pressed the smooth tip of his head to your aching cunt, but he didn’t enter you. “You been a good girl, huh?”

You hesitated, responding with nothing but a needy whine.

“Baby,” he said with a warning tone. His only saving grace at giving the game away was that you couldn’t see the cheeky smile on his lips. “I asked you a question. You been good tonight?”

You groaned pitifully.

“Uh-oh,” Peter tutted, his tone shifting towards one of admonishment. “C’mon, baby, come clean.” He teased wickedly, “You know what happens if you lie.”

“No—I didn’t—” you whined with a scandalized gasp, wiggling your hips. “No, I didn’t lie.”

“Then tell the truth,” he replied, leaning down over you. His thumbs squeezed your hips so hard you were sure to find bruises there the next morning. “Tell me. Did you break the rules?”

You bit your lip and fluttered your eyelashes, unsuccessfully feigning innocence. He went still, pressing his hand down on your back. A cautionary grumble rolled through his chest. “Baby...”

“M’sorry, I couldn’t help it,” you wailed into the pillow. “I was just... I was so hot and everything hurt, and I needed you so bad—”

He cut you off, yanking your hips down. With a yelp, you were flipped onto your back and gazing up at him, your webbed forearms crossed into an X. Even with a stern glare, a wry smile played on his face. He gripped your chin firmly, brow creased as he leveled his sights on you. “You know the rules,” he facetiously scolded. “Are you allowed to touch yourself without my permission?”

You wriggled your hips anxiously, desperate to relieve the ache in your core. “No...”

“Did you touch yourself tonight?”

“Yes, but—”

“Did you have my permission?”

You mewled pathetically, “But you left me here all alone—”

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes with admonition. “Sorry? What was that?” You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to pull your chin from his grip. Despite his chiding tone, your little tantrum fueled his excitement. He licked his lips. “I know you’re not tryina blame me for this,” he teased disprovingly.

“No, please!” you whined, biting your lip seductively. “Don’ be mean, Pete... I need you.”

“Maybe what you need is a lesson, yeah? Since you already got off maybe I should just stop this right now, huh?”

“No!”

“No, what?”

You attempted to lift your shoulders up off the pillow, unable to move much with your hands bound. He spread his hand across your chest, the crux of his thumb resting at the base of your throat. You groaned at the sensation, and attempted to grind yourself on his thigh. “Please, Daddy,” you whimpered breathlessly. “I can be good, I promise. Lemme be good for you...”

The salacious look in your eye melted him from the inside out. He narrowed his eyes, lowering his body closer to you, resting his weight on one of his elbows as he rubbed his other thumb over your pouty lips.

“Hmm,” he sneered, his eyes darting from your eyes to your mouth. “You sure ‘bout that, sweetheart? You got me all worked up now...” He slowly pushed his thumb past your lips, sliding it to the back of your tongue. His jaw fell agape as he watched it disappear into the warmth of your mouth. You made a show of sucking and swallowing eagerly. “Sure you can take it all?” he challenged.

You nodded with bright, hungry eyes. His thumb popped out of your mouth with a wet smack. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

He gazed down at you through hooded dark eyes. “How ‘bout we start with you tellin’ me about that naughty dream you had?” You blinked up at him as he traveled further south down your body until you felt the humidity of his breath between your thighs. “Don’t you dare stop talkin,’ no matter what. Jus’ keep workin’ that filthy mouth of yours, baby. I’ll keep workin’ mine.”

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[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons for my favorite kitty man, Who’s-Who aka Who of the droplets😍😍😍

He loves when someone plays with his hair and massages his scalp, he instantly falls asleep.

He doesn’t like drinking a lot of alcohol because he gets drunk pretty quickly…to save himself a terrible hangover and hilarious stories being told about him, he just drinks light beer and a whole lot of water.

He has cat-like eyes but because they come off really intense, he always covered his eyes with his hair or a mask.

Even though he dislikes kids, he doesn’t mind having a few of his own one day.

He’s real smooth with the ladies but he’s really selective too, he wants someone he knows will be loyal to him.

Fanfic for my baby daddy😍

You guys know I love the idea of a female Lunarian in the Big Mom’s crew so I had to base Y/N as her😆

Who’s-Who never really wanted to date especially within Wano and Onigashima, he knew those that did want to be with him was because of his status of being in the Tobiroppo.

Since the alliance with Big Mom happened, more of her crew would be visiting Onigashima and the Tobiroppo were informed to welcome them as they were strong pirates too.

“…you know I heard there is a Lunarian in Big Mom’s crew”, Black Maria said with a sly smile.

“…I thought they were a dead race”, Drake murmured.

The others looked at each other in silence for a moment and smirked.

“…you should get to know more of the pirates here…you’d find out that isn’t the case”, Who’s-Who said as he exhaled some cigarette smoke before they walked out to meet Big Mom’s crew.

To everyone’s surprise, Katakuri was here and that put the Tobiroppo on edge, they knew how strong he was and wanted to test their strength out against him but that was difficult with the current circumstances. Another walked behind him, with large black wings and a flame on her back, Y/N wasn’t sure about being here but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice.

“…don’t let your guard down, Y/N…”, Katakuri murmured as Y/N looked up at him and nodded quietly.

“…easy on the eyes I’ll say”, Sasaki chuckled as Who’s-Who noticed the woman and smiled a little in response, not wishing to comment.

“Katakuri?! No ways!”, Ulti said, “…no one is as cute as Pay-Pay!”.

“Stop, sis! That’s not who he’s even talking about!”, Page One said as he blushed brightly.

Queen of course was performing like the star that he is and introduced the beast pirates with the usual roll call…and didn’t miss a beat by insulting the Tobiroppo.

“…I’m gonna fucking kill that guy, I swear to Nika”, Who’s-Who hissed as he turned to face the bar tender and sipped his beer before slipping a cigarette in his mouth while searching his pocket to find his lighter.

“Oh that’s pretty harsh…need a light?”, a feminine voice said from next to him.

He looked up to see the Lunarian woman with her finger lit up. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly into a smile before he leaned forward to light his cigarette.

Inhaling deeply and then exhaled, “…thanks…that must come in handy”, he said as he took a moment to take in the beauty before him.

“…let’s put it this way, I’ll always have the best party trick to offer”, she said teasingly which earned her a laugh from the male.

“I like a woman with a sense of humor…it always keeps things spicy…let alone when she is stronger than most I’ve encountered”, Who’s-Who flirted.

Y/N smirked in response, “…and how would you know of my strength? I am yet to lay a single finger on you”, she flirted back before sipping her drink slowly.

Oh she was playing such a dangerous game, surely she knew that too. He couldn’t help but feel his ears burn and he was most certainly glad his mask covered them so that she couldn’t see the color change.

“…a finger…a hand…you’re welcome to lay anything on me…anytime…any place”, he said with a grin. He couldn’t help but take it a little further, it wasn’t often that a woman of her caliber would even try flirting with him. It made his blood boil.

Y/N laughed in response, “Oh? I’d like you to say that while staring into my eyes…can I take it off?”, she asked as she reached up to touch his mask.

He gently took hand and kissed the back slowly, “…only after a successful first date…”, he said playfully, “…got to keep a little mystery in the air”.

“Are you asking me on a date already? Well then…what are we waiting for?”, she asked as she leaned against the countertop and watched him with interest. He was attractive even with the mask on and she couldn’t help but want to know more about this mysterious man who also happened to be one of the most powerful beast pirates. She could hear Katakuri’s words in the back of her mind but Who’s-Who was so damn cute!

He stood up immediately without another word and took her hand into his, “…let’s go, beautiful”, he said gently as she stood up and followed him out of the party.

They would go to his private quarters on Onigashima, his subordinates were dismissed after food and drink were brought for them to enjoy.

The word ‘Neko’ caught her attention on the Torii gate at the entrance, “…I’m going to take a wild guess and say you’re a cat-lover”, she said as she took a seat next to him and helped herself to a drink.

He chuckled in response, “I wonder what gave that away…”, he said as he relaxed and watched her with a smile as he continued to smoke a cigarette, “…always been fond of them”.

“I have a pet cat back home…his name is Magic and his fur is as black as my wings”, she said with a smile.

It took him a moment before he chuckled in response, “…black magic…that’s cute”.

She grinned in response, “…most don’t think it’s funny but I’m glad you see my humor”.

“Like I said, I like a woman with a good sense of humor…and one that likes cats is just the cherry on the top”, he said as he leaned his head against his hand, “…I have a few here too but my devil fruit ability allows me to turn into one…a saber tooth tiger to be exact”.

Her eyes widened at this, “…will this girl be lucky enough to see that transformation soon?”, she asked as she leaned in closer to him.

Oh he knew that was coming from a mile away and he couldn’t help with chuckle.

“…and what would this guy get in exchange for that, hm?”, he asked as he placed his cigarette in an ashtray and then gently caressed her jaw with his fingertips.

“…you’ll get to see a picture of Magic”, she said with a smirk, two could play this game.

“Just a picture? I thought more along the lines of getting to kiss his owner tonight..”, he said as he leaned in to kiss the woman before him.

“It’s a pretty special treat you know, sir”, she said as she leaned before her lips met his for the first time, her fingers running through his hair slowly and she swore she heard him purr.

His arms snaked around her waist and in no time she was sitting in his lap as they kissed despite the slight height difference, he didn’t mind it at all.

Y/N reached to his helmet and gently slipped it off with his silent permission, “There… I’m going say this is a very successful date”, she said as she looked into his beautiful eyes and leaned down to kiss him over and over again.

He was nervous to have his identity revealed but it soon washed away with her sweet words and gentle kisses, “…oh it’s far from over, baby”, he whispered as his hands ran up and down her back, being very gentle around her wings.

The former CP-9 agent didn’t think he’d be dating a pirate from Big Mom’s by the end of the night…he had no regrets though.

#ooc #one piece #who’s who #who’s who one piece #who of the droplets #who’s-who #big mom pirates #fanfic #lunarians #who’s-who x reader #beast pirates #tobi roppo #wano arc #wano kuni #onigashima

[eishxn]

—friends account, part 2

The mom friend

Goodness when was the last time you've slept?

Overworked mother with 10 kids

Part of the student council

Isn't online much due to either busy or asleep

Calls himself bootleg Shane madej

The Shane to chongyun's ryan

Fanfic writer (derogatory h/j)

Ships everyone he sees

Book nerd

Affectionately bullies Chongyun

Pining over his best friend since... Forever

Everyone feels bad for him because chongyun is oblivious

Obsessed with Buzzfeed Unsolved

The Ryan to Xingqiu's Shane

Obsessed with Buzzfeed Unsolved

Likes exploring abandoned places

Ganyu is concerned fr

Likes to ghost hunt

Can't handle spicy foods but can handle spicy tea like yes drama

Too busy ghost hunting to notice Xingqiu's advances lmao l rip bozo h/j

Has rizz(training order)

Is that one friend down to kill people for you

Or help you hide a body

Is part of everyone's friendgroup

Is down bad for professor zhongli

Holds parties everytime if he has the chance

Mutual friends with Scaramouche and [y/n] or the middleman

Girls and boys flock around him like a moth to a flame

Dated Scaramouche before but broke it off because she found out she was gay (Scaramouche was just dramatic)

She's currently single though lmao

The relationship didn't last but it was mutual and promised to graduate first

Still gives awkward waves to Scaramouche whenever she sees him but tends to avoid him lol

Because she catches feelings easily okay?

Good thing her classes are at a different building away from business majors

Business majors (derogatory /j)

Does she still like scara tho? Who knows?

—KYS [AFFECTIONATELY]

scaramouche x male!reader smau

synopsis: a classical pianist who lost his passion for music, only seeing it as a bore and a pain—got the interest of a certain band member of a rising band. Kunikuzushi is already tired of his group's bullshit but now venti is adding another member—and it's his greatest academic rival too.

genre: academic rivals, social media au, band au, enemies to lovers, gay asf, slow burn, college au, modern au.

warnings: mommy and daddy issues, mentions of kys and kms jokes, ooc scaramouche, heavy swearing because come on this is scara we're talking about, depression<3, anxiety, will probably have nsfw, baby's first time making smau, use of alcohol courtesy of venti, suggestive topics, miscommunication, slight homophobia, male x male, classical musician meets rock band member kind of thing lmfao.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I forgor to upload this 💀

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[astarab1aze]

get to know me meme !

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !

1. favorite colors: purple, teal, really just the whole cool color spectrum (but still purple, mainly)

2. favorite flavors: sweet annnnnnd salty! spicy, too. i'm a very big fan of sweet drinks like boba and sweet tea, though i drink water almost exclusively these days, but gimme a potato chip dipped in chocolate, and gimme hot cheetos with lime--

3. favorite genres: horror, fantasy, romance, and smut are all my bread and butter (even if a suck booty at them (horror))

4. favorite music: i will listen to anything if it sounds good to me, specifically, but for the most part...according to my spotify, i'm into 'dark trap', every genre of metal ever, and indie -gestures-

5. favorite movies: uhhhhh just one? just a small handful? ububu too few-- i like lots of movies. spirited away, howl's moving castle, thankskilling, the labyrinth, lotr, mr deeds, big daddy, i have no taste--

6. favorite series: lotr, guardians of the flame, black jewels, jjk, mha, warrior's been good, warrior cats (look ok), kaguya-sama, classroom of the elite, dmc, star ocean, futurama, what we do in the shadows, true blood, shadowhunters, lots of stuff!

7. last song: hellslide by siiickbrain

8. last series: warrior. it's a netflix show but it's really good

9. last movie: i was just sobbing through my 98347593485th rewatch of howl's moving castle

10. currently reading: huehuehue. manhwa.

11. currently watching: true blood and wwdits - they feed my brain with the silly supernatural bs i need to run this blog--

12. currently working on: being normalTM

tagged by: @fangier <3 thanks bb tagging: um...um. unu @elysiumtouched , @azurescaled , @elysian-noctuary , @gloryundimmed , @gyofukuki , @lured-into-wonderland , @nvrcmplt (tell us your secrets tala) , @ofoccultism , @origami-assassin , @rotblooms , @strywoven , @villain-he , @vulpesse - and anyone else that'd like!

#☿ || Mun. #/ tried to squeeze in a bunch #/ and ofc don't feel obligated !

[tobias-hankel]

Heeeeeyy Daddy~ Love of my life. Sweetie pie. Cutie patootie with a knife— wait put that down. Maze!

Ahem, anyways— I want some Alpha Hotch protecting his Omega pls UwU idk how or what or if it’s spicy or just him being overly protective (maybe another Alpha is making eyes at HIS mate? 👀). Just gimmie the feels pls!

And not the knife!

I'm taking Hotchreid drabble requests in honor of the Hotchreid Zine release.

For more information about our Hotchreid Zine, make sure to check out Tumblr - all proceeds go to SharedHope, a charity to combat sex trafficking.

--

Cw Omegaverse, unwanted scenting, unwanted sexual advances

Spencer being an omega wasn’t a secret, but it also wasn’t something the team talked about. With a mix of suppressants and being scented by his mate, Hotch, people often thought he was a beta or a low-ranking alpha, but every now and then an officer or fellow agent would find out Spencer was an omega – the only omega in the FBI at that – and decide to harass him because of it.

Spencer insisted he could handle himself though. He didn’t want to be coddled, even if sometimes he needed it.

Like now.

The team was currently on a case. Everything was going well until one of the officers looked Spencer up and found a news article about Spencer being an omega in the FBI. Now he wouldn’t leave Spencer alone.

Spencer did his best to ignore his snide remarks and sexual advances but when the rest of the team had to leave to different assignments for the case, he found himself wishing he had his alpha to protect him.

“Hey little omega, all alone?” The officer said as he walked into the conference room Spencer was in, shutting the door behind him. Spencer didn’t answer the man and just kept staring at the board he was looking at. “Why don’t you come with me, huh?” The man got closer, placing a hand on Spencer’s hip.

Spencer backed away sharply. “I’m working, please leave me alone.”

“It can wait, baby,” the officer said as he took a step closer while smirking. It only took a second for Spencer to register what the officer was doing as his senses started to cloud with the scent of alpha. It was illegal to purposely scent someone else without their consent. While it did sometimes happen on accident, it was clear by the look on the alpha’s face that he was trying to overpower Spencer.

“I—I already have an alpha. You n-need to leave,” Spencer said, taking slow breaths and trying to think around the overwhelming scent. No matter how strong an omega was, there was only so much they could do when it came to an alpha scenting them. The scent spoke to their most basic needs of an omega – to find an alpha and breed.

“Shhh,” the officer placed his hand back on Spencer’s hip. “Come on, omega. So sweet for me,” the officer grabbed Spencer’s chin and leaned only inches away from Spencer’s face so that his scent would be even stronger. “Just let go and come with me.”

Spencer could feel his eyes water as his mind started to blur. All he could think of was alpha, alpha, alpha – but not this alpha. He didn’t want this man; he wanted his alpha. “…Aaron… Alpha…” Spencer started to mumble. He had no idea that Hotch was walking through the doors of the police station at that same moment. Once Hotch got inside, he felt something wrong with his omega and raced towards him.

Spencer didn’t even hear the door slam open as Hotch ran in, smelled what the alpha was doing, saw his crying omega, and punched the officer in the face without a single word. The punch made the officer pull his scent back and Spencer gasped as he could finally breathe again.

“Alpha!” Spencer cried, reaching out for Hotch. Spencer never called Hotch alpha in public, so he knew he was shaken up. He quickly wrapped him in his arms and scented him gently – not enough that he couldn’t think, just enough to calm the omega down.

Emily and Morgan came into the room next, quickly figuring out what happened and feeling a flame light under them with the knowledge of someone messing with Spencer.

“Arrest him for omega abuse,” Hotch said to Emily and Morgan before he guided Spencer to the sofa that was in the corner of the room.

Once they sat down, Spencer said, “I was so scared I wouldn’t be able to stop him… I only want you, Alpha…”

“I know, sweetheart. You are safe now,” Hotch said before pressing a kiss onto Spencer’s head.

#ask #Sarah #when did you change your tumblr name #maze's drabbles #maze 5 sentence prompt #hotchreid #heid #hotchreid prompt #tw omegaverse #omegaverse #omega spencer reid #alpha aaron hotchner #criminal minds #thank youuu

[notepadsandtealeaves]

‼ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS THAT FOLLOW WILL BE BLOCKED ‼

status: ongoing || updated: 1/25/23

|| byf | rdr tag | other m.lists | my ao3 | main blog ||

↠ all works are poc friendly ↠ unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader ↠ works range from sfw fluff to straight up smut, and this is an 18+ blog besides, so minors need to ✨️ ~leave~ ✨️ ↠ links marked with a ❣ lead to my main blog ↠ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your dash/blog

from the van der linde boys, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list

paring: reader x all of the boahs sans micah because i don’t like him lol

type: sweet lil love letters

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

from the van der ladies, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list

paring: reader x all of the gang’s ladies

type: sweet lil love letters

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

nsfw abcs || javier escuella

paring: this collection is javier x reader-centric, but the gang ofc makes guest appearances in various fills

type: hcs with accompanying ficlets/one-shots

rating: nsfw, obviously

cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills

↠ links: tumblr ❣ || ao3

relationship abcs || men-folk edition

paring: once again, reader x all the van der linde gents that aren’t micah

type: long form hcs

rating: sfw, tho things do get a bit ~spicy~ from time to time

cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

(home is) wherever i’m with you || 200 follower event

pairing: javier escuella x reader

rating: angst-y h/c vibes that get nsfw at the end

cws/tws: there’re way too many to list here, so see the in story note

total wc: 14k~ ((…don’t look at me lol))

“no.” “‘no’, what?” “no, you’re not goin’.” “i’m sorry,” you start, your own awakening anger transforming the words into sharp and dangerous things, “somethin’ must be gettin’ lost here because that didn’t sound like a question.” the smoldering embers that had been in his gaze before are fully alight now with a flame that’s just barely checked as he regards you. “that’s because it wasn’t, mi amor…”

in which what should be little more than a simple misunderstanding turns into something quite other. but no matter the storm, the pair of you are always willing to weather it so long as you can come home.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

what you want, what you need || a thot’s thoughts

pairing: this is a javier x reader story, but it’s implied that there’s some… tension, let’s say, between the pair of them and sadie or charles in the f!reader and gn!/m!reader fills respectively

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m! reader options are available

rating: nsfw

cws/tws: there are a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (reader receiving), jealous javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (reader receiving). for a complete and more detailed listing see the in story note. and if i missed anything, please let me know!!

total wc: 6.6k~ or 7.5k~ depending on which version you read

“oh fuck you, escuella.” “you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

a modern au in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. in return javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

he’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

↠ links: f!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

↠ gn!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

↠ m!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

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#((Immy does fan fiction: The Yeehaws)) #my masterlists

[getsusekaii]

what song do you associate with each muse? 

The songs are either based off of general vibes, or the lyrics painfully relate to these characters. Some you'll be able to tell why if you know the song/listen to it. I'm doing all characters across all blogs so its long and the rest are under the cut.

Yuji: Dumb Wit it - A.JiZZLE Megumi: Duvet - bôa Gojo: Hey Daddy - USHER Sukuna: Down with the Sickness - Disturbed Kinji: Tuca Donka - CURSEDEVIL Suguru: New Person, Same Ol' Mistakes - Rihanna Toge: HERO - MONSTA X

Mai: Material Girl - Madonna Jin: Angel - Shaggy Tsumiki: Kingdoms & Castles - Virtual Riot, tribes. Todo: Giga Chad Theme (Phonk House) - g3ox_em Rika: Cheating Is A Crime - Takayan Ichigo: Number One - Shiro Sagisu Orihime: Pipo Pipo - Serani Poji Grimmjow: CODE MISTAKE - CORPSE, Bring Me The Horizon Izaya: The Hand That Feeds Shizuo: Pride. - Kendrick Lamar Yukine: Stingray Affliction - ISSUES Shouto: Find Your Flame - SEGA SOUND TEAM ft Kellin Quinn Eren: Under The Tree - SiM Akane: Damage - H.E.R. Kyo: The Langdon House - ISSUES Hiro: Tokyo - Leat'eq Akito: Lost It - Virtual Riot Link: Blow Me Away - Breaking Benjamin Ren: Beneath the Mask - Persona 5 OST Ryuuji: Break Stuff / My Way - Limp Bizkit (I cant choose LOL) Yusuke: Resonance - Home Futaba: Brain Power - NOMA (yes that brain power) Shinobu: Reason - PinkPanthress Mitsuri: Mosquito - PinkPanthress Cloud: Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down Mythra: Fight Song - Eve Kirito: Virtual Paradise - AK, Lynx, Veela Haruka: Water - Tyla Rin: Say So (JPN Version) - Rainych Ikuya: Snooze - SZA Asahi: Spicy Boyfriend - Shawn Wasabi Makoto: Cats - The Living Tombstone Sousuke: Setting Fires - The Chainsmokers, XYLØ Kisumi: How to Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA Natsuya: Stay A While - Virtual Riot Nao: Wings - Tiber Momotaro: Otter Pop - Shawn Wasabi Hiyori: Another Night - MYRNE, Nevve Isuzu: Celebrity Skin - Doja Cat ver. Gou: Calm Down - Rema, Selena gomez Azuma: Talk - Khalid, Disclosure

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[i-just-like-marvel]

Fics rec

* I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE STORIES, ONE SHOTS OR HEADCANNONS. I MAKE THIS LIST FOR ME TO BE EASIER TO READ AND REREAD STORIES THAT I LIKED*

Bucky Barnes

Series :

Operation faking it

Little bird

Honey, there is no right way

You hurt the one you love

Against my ruin

Born in flames

And they’re roommates

The bodyguard

Caught in the fire

Yours to wield

The match

Heir

Invisible string

One shots

Princess

3 weeks waiting

Teach me

Simmer down and pucker up

Forbidden fruit

To let you win

In too deep

One more time

The best treatment

Drunk in love

Something new

Sugar (roommate)

Safe and sound (dbf)

Steve Rogers

Series

Time to run

One shots

All I want

Andy Barber

Series

Cruel daddy

Fuel to the fire

All things truly wicked

One shots

The right girl (dbf)

Ari Levinson

Series

Protection

One shot

A helping hand

A pillow princess

Stucky

Series

The fuckboy comitee

Spitfire

Our girl

Talking bird

Method acting

A seat at the round table

One shots

Satisfied

Mission

Homecoming

Guns and Roses

Wanda

One shots

Doctor-patient-confidentiality

The scarlet witch’s toy

Doctor’s orders

Doctor’s orders

Rooster

Series

Blooming

Talk to me lucky

One shots

Feel the vibration

Natasha Romanoff

It wouldn’t be

Suberbia

*No name*

No name

Eddie Munson

Sweet dreams

Show me

*no name*

Harry Styles

Series

Ruin

One shots

Getting yourself wet for me

Fuck machine

Sweat nothing (fluff)

A good boy

Innocent

A good fit (bbf)

Joaquin Torres

Comfier

Joel Miller

Room 77 (dbf)

Summer’s a knife (dbf)

Series

Silence can never be bought, only rented

Ceilings

Wandanat

My wives

Tangerine

Phone fun

Multi characters

Sex Ed class

Spicy masterlist

Girls on film

[goth-girlfriend]

Y/n: Are we fighting or flirting right now?

Enji: My hand is litteraly around your throat...

Y/n: That still doesn’t answer my question Enji...

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[one-leaf-grimoire]

If you ever get too comfortable just remember that the Black Clover light novel may have revealed that Julius has a daddy kink.

#flaming hot take of the night but #if a man is like 'yeah sure daddy is a fine thing to call me' #. #uhhh #spicy #black clover #julius novachrono

[purple-babygirl]

Imagine though little reader accidentally eating a spicy pepper or something and pâtissier daddy Bucky putting stuff in her mouth to make it better.. like ice or frosting or his tongue 😳

Pairing: Chubby!Pâtissier!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 715

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, tongue licking. +18 content.

A/N: i love your mind, Nonnie 😏💜 Here's Bucky with something icey ON his tongue 😌💜💜 Thank you so much for sending this in, please enjoy xx💜

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too hot

“Dada, it huwts,” she tries to tell Bucky as the numbing hotness of the pepper spreads across her tongue.

She can’t let her tongue touch any other part of her mouth and she’s struggling. She’s already tried pushing it to the roof of her mouth and made it spicy up there too.

She should've never gone anywhere near those peppers. Her mouth is now on fire, her nose is leaking and her forehead is sweating.

“I know, bonbon. Daddy will fix it right away, baby,” Bucky promises, speeding back and forth by the fridge in their kitchen.

He is too panicked by her pain to think of pouring her a cold glass of milk like he would in a calmer state in this situation, but his baby is hurting and her eyes are getting teary, and not in a good way. It's not like she would actually drink milk anyway. She hated plain milk.

She whimpers and Bucky can't take it. He has to do something.

His first thought is to get an ice cream tub out of the freezer, quickly opening it to scoop some on a spoon for her.

She's in too much discomfort to be in the mood for ice cream though so she shakes her head no. She doesn't want that right now; she just wants to go back and never bite into that little, deceivingly cute, yet flaming hot, red pepper.

“It can soothe the pain, bonbon,” Bucky explains, but she doesn't budge, a couple of tears rolling down her pretty face when she shakes her head again.

“Don' wanna,” she sniffles, letting her tongue out, needing the cool air to put out her fire.

Bucky helplessly watches her sit on the kitchen counter with her tongue out for a second before he's thinking again.

Bucky swallows the first scoop, making sure it melts on his tongue, having it steal some of the cream's coolness before he brings the spoon to his mouth again.

“Okay okay, I know what we can do, baby. Keep your tongue like that.”

A lamp lights above Bucky's head as he slips the loaded spoon inside his mouth instead of hers.

She keeps her tongue hanging, trying not to think about the pricking pain and she doesn't have to wait long because the next thing she knows is Bucky's ice cream-covered tongue licking up hers while he gently holds her face by the cheek.

He can taste some spiciness after a couple of licks but he doesn't care one bit. Bucky only cares about the look of relief starting to appear on her face.

Another spoon half melts on his tongue before it's massaging hers, cooling off her flames and making her briefly take her tongue in so she can swallow.

“Is that helping, bonbon?” Bucky asks, licking his lips, his hand holding hers, thumb rubbing her cheek.

“Yes, dada. More please,” she leans forward, pushing her tongue out and he chuckles at her eagerness when her hand grabs him closer by his shirt.

When her tongue seems to feel better, Bucky repeats his actions but with the roof of her mouth this time, knowing it probably caught some of the spicy taste as well.

Bucky doesn't waste a second, getting more ice cream in his mouth before carefully spreading it onto her waiting tongue. His licks are soft and slow, yet firm and deliberate, not missing an inch of her tongue, wanting to help and comfort.

She's glad she refused to eat the ice cream directly off the spoon.

His hand is warm on her cheek as he holds her mouth to his, his thumb brushing her soft skin and his tongue coating the inside of her mouth with the frosty vanilla ice cream.

It's helpful and soothing and careful and Bucky doesn't stop until she's moaning, her tongue messily returning his licks.

“Better now, baby?” Bucky smirks, licking his pink lips before kissing her chin.

“Way better, daddy.” She smiles, ignoring the flames as she moved her hands to Bucky's cheeks, leaning closer to peck his lips.

“Want more though,” her small voice tells him before she’s scooping him a spoon herself and lifting up to his lips and Bucky has never been more grateful for the existence of hot red peppers.

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[littleredwing89]

LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD

LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD

Roman Sionis x Reader

Summary: Roman followed your body, his palms inching up your silk slip meeting the curve of your breasts, “Playing hard to get?”.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Mild Daddy kink. Cockwarming.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Thought we could all do with a sprinkle of Roman this festive season. Dedicated to my beautiful Roman hoes - @more-cardigan-than-woman​ @candid-confetti​ - enjoy and Happy New Year beauties 🎆🎇 xoxo 

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Roman snaked his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush into his. He absorbed your warmth, laying rough kisses behind your ear, his heavy breath fanning down your neck. The scent of your perfume had faded but it lingered on his bedsheets, the smell sweet and spicy.

The scratch of his stubble against your sensitive skin made you shiver as Roman roused you from your slumber. You blinked and hissed when the early morning sun invaded your eyes. It caused the sharp throbbing pain in your temples to amplify, making your vision blur. You shuffled forward in the sheets, trying to pull out of his grip.

He pressed his hips into yours and growled in your ear before leaving hot, heavy kisses down your exposed neck. The outline of his hard cock ground into your ass from behind.

You shifted your body away from him carefully and whined burying your face into the pillows, the cool fabric felt perfect against your pounding head. The room was still spinning even though you were lying down.

Roman followed your body, his palms inching up your silk slip meeting the curve of your breasts, “Playing hard to get?”.

You groaned, trying to focus your senses, “Rom…”.

Groping your breasts with his calloused hands, he ground his shaft into your ass, groaning deeply in your ear, “Don’t play coy with me…I know how much you love my cock”.

“Unless your cock has Advil in it, I'm not in the mood”, you turned your face away from him, trying to put more distance between you. 

The kisses stopped across your shoulder and you felt Roman rub his stubble across your preening flesh, “Wait…are you—hungover?”. His smirk curled his lips and you felt it brand your skin.

You scoffed, squishing your face into the expensive pillows, “No...”.

Oh but you were. Heavily. The festive party had run into the early hours of the morning, champagne flowing freely. You’d spent most of the evening dancing; you could tell; especially the way your feet ached. Those damn heels. They were gorgeous but holy hell they hurt.

Roman chuckled darkly and stroked your hips, “Oh darling”, he grinned, nipping your earlobe, enjoying the shiver that ran over your body, “You know what’s a good cure for a hangover?”.

“More alcohol?”, you mumbled into the pillows.

“An orgasm”, he whispered huskily, his hot breath trickling down your neck as he stroked up your thighs. His fingertips were so close to your rapidly dampening centre.

“Roman…”, you shuddered and wriggled against him, catching his pulsating cock, “I really don’t—oh!”, a moan fell from your lips as his fingers rubbed your over clit, “My head…it’s pounding…”.

Coaxing you onto your back, Roman rolled on top of you. His solid body caged yours under him. You sighed in bliss, the familiar burn of desire flickering in the pit of your stomach. Without realising, your body relaxed, completely opening up to him as it had so many times before.

“That’s it darling”, he licked along your collarbone, “Daddy’s got you”. He slid between your open legs and pulled off the silky material adorning your body, leaving you bare beneath him.

“Mmm, such a good girl, aren’t you?”, Roman kissed down your chest, face resting between your breasts before he started licking and sucking over each of your nipples, nipping occasionally.

Your fingers carded through his hair, tugging as the pleasure shot through you. Roman growled as sharp pin pricks of pain scattered across his scalp before turning into flames of desire. Grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head, chuckling as you pouted.

“Rom..lemme touch you”, you pleaded quietly, finally opening your eyes to meet his. They were blown black with lust as he eyed your body greedily. You wrestled against his hold but he didn’t relent, merely dipping his head down to suck a mark behind your ear. You whined and arched your back, body flushing with heat.

Roman rocked his clothed cock against your bare core. He could feel the heat radiating from your centre, “You want Daddy to make you feel good?”.

You nodded eagerly and rolled your hips, catching his thick cock with every stroke, “Please…”. The sharp pains in your temple dulled as you flooded with the promise of pleasure.

“Whatever my princess wants”, Roman teased, releasing your wrists and kissed down your stomach. His lips left a hot, wet trail over your skin. He stopped just above your pussy, blowing hot air over your clit.

Sinking into the soft sheets, you purred his name, your fingers weaving back into his dark hair. His body pulsed with heat as it pressed in yours, making your skin flush with need. Your legs splayed open further exposing your soaked core to Roman.

“And to think you tried to pretend you didn’t want this”, Roman scoffed before kissing up the inside of your thighs, biting and sucking marks into your supple flesh.

“Daddy—please”, you shivered, feeling the throbbing in your head shoot down through your nerves, the slick making your folds glisten.

Roman rubbed his thumb over your clit, smirking when your body jolted, “You’re so sensitive”. His lips curled before he licked a long stripe through your folds, groaning at your taste.

You gasped arching your back off the bed, pulling at his hair, “Oh!”. Bolts of electric pleasure shooting along your frayed nerves.

He growled against your core, the husky vibrations travelling up your spine, making you sob out his name. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it relentlessly before sliding two thick fingers into your pussy.

“Oh! Fuck!”, you cried out, feeling his digits stretching out your pussy, thrusting in time with the strokes of his tongue. You writhed against him, rolling your hips with his rhythm, your edge falling closer, as your throat released husky moans.

The bristle of his five o’clock shadow burnt against your flesh as he devoured your pussy. His long, thick fingers brushing over all your sensitive spots. Driving you wild.

You sobbed out his name, body wracked with pleasure. You rocked against his face, chasing that delicious peak only he could give you.

His skilful tongue circled your clit mercilessly, dancing back and forth sending shockwaves through your senses. You tugged his hair harshly as your climax erupted, hot waves of euphoria crashing behind your eyes.

Roman smirked against your pussy, giving your folds slow, calculated licks, enjoying as you gasped with each one. Overstimulating your fried nerves. His fingers slowed, before he pressed them into your inner thigh, painting your skin with your dripping slick.

“Good girl”, his husky voice hummed, placing a kiss to the left of your navel.

———

Falling next to your body, Roman wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your svelte form into his broad chest. His head rested in the curve of your neck, lips brushing your skin, “How’s the headache?”.

You hummed happily, “Mmm…Much better but now something else is aching…”. Moving back into him, you rubbed your ass against his throbbing cock. The desperation to feel it drive into you consuming your thoughts.

Roman growled and nipped your shoulder, grinding his shaft further into your inviting body. 

“I could help with that”, you murmured, twisting your arms behind you to wrap around his neck.

His calloused hands ran up and down your stomach before mapping upwards, palming your breasts. His fingers found your nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure hit you in short, sharp bursts, making you rub more fervently into his cock, “Please Roman”.

“Whatever you want princess”, he grunted, kissing over a mark he left behind your ear. He released one of your nipples, allowing him to shove his boxers down freeing his hot, hard cock. You heard the slap of skin against his abs and you whimpered, aching to see it.

Roman lifted your leg backwards, settling it onto his muscled thigh, opening your sopping pussy up to him.

You whined his name and shuddered in anticipation, digging your nails into the back of his neck.

“I know princess, I know”.

He attacked your neck with hot, open mouthed kisses, soaking up each and every one of your reactions. You arched your back further into his chest, “I need you…now”.

Roman groaned, feeling your wet core glide along his pulsing shaft as you shuffled, trying to coax him inside you quickly.

“Please Daddy”, you begged in that soft, low voice you knew he loved.

Without any further hesitation, Roman slid his hard cock deep into your tight pussy, your slick making it easy. You both moaned in pleasure as your wet walls fluttered around his shaft, accommodating his girth and trying to pull him further. The burning stretch heightening the bliss flooding your senses.

“Such a good girl aren’t you?”, he ground out, his voice hoarse with built up desire, “Always so good for Daddy”.

“Move…please…”, you whispered.

Roman sunk his teeth into your shoulder and growled, “Be patient, princess”, he grunted and rutted his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into your core, “I like to feel you wrapped nicely around my thick cock…”.

You whimpered and rolled your hips, urging him to start thrusting into you, desperate to feel him stretching your velvet walls.

“Please”.

Roman pinched your hip and stilled your movements, nipping the junction of your neck in warning, “Fuck”, he cursed when your walls clenched in response, “You feel so good…such a tight little pussy”.

Closing your eyes, you drowned in the overwhelming feelings flooding your senses. Your periphery blurred with frustration and desire. You moaned loudly when you felt the throb of his cock as your core tightened around him more. Roman grinned darkly, pinching and tweaking at your nipples, the raw pleasure bursting through you.

“Daddy!!”, you cried out when the rough pads of his fingers rubbed vigorously over your swollen clit.

“Daddy…Please!! Fuck!!”, your nails sank into his scalp, yanking at his dark locks. You murmured more words but they came out incoherent. Your mind a hazy mess. This seemed to please Roman as his hips lazily began to thrust up into your pussy. The wet sound sinful to your ears.

He groaned loudly in your ear from behind, heavy breaths and pants fanning down your neck. His fingers still rubbed at your clit as his pace picked up, driving himself harder and deeper into you.

Your walls pulsed around his shaft as your orgasm brimmed in the pit of your stomach. The coil tightened perfectly. You tried to hold off, wanting to last longer and revel in the sensations but Roman was making you feel too good.

“Cum for Daddy”, he muttered in your ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind it, his voice thick with lust, “Cum all over my cock princess”.

White hot desire scorched your nerves when your second orgasm ripped through your senses. Nerves thrumming with undeniable pleasure. You heard his stuttered breaths and his pace faltered as he emptied his hot seed into your core.

———

As you took in deep breaths to steady your racing pulse, you felt the pounding in your temples returning. A dull, heavy ache making the backs of your eyes sore. You groaned and pressed your face back into the cool pillow whining softly.

“Still hurts?”, Roman’s gruff voice rattled your mind as his hands mapped your waist.

You huffed, leaning into his touch, “Unfortunately”. 

He trailed his fingers down your spine, kissing the back of your neck, his stubble scratching your skin. You shuddered.

“I have an idea”, the deep gravel of his tone weaved into your mind and you bit your bottom lip.

“I think I'm spent in terms of sex”.

Roman chuckled, “Oh yeah, Daddy heard you”. He mockingly repeated your moans from earlier, smirking when he saw the tips of your ears turning pink.

“Roman!”, you slapped him then winced at the sound.

He caught your hand and bit at it, before kissing the tips of your fingers, “Why don’t we just stay in bed princess?”. Roman stretched out lazily next to you, relaxing into the expensive Egyptian cotton bed sheets. He groaned huskily as his limbs clicked.

Moving closer to him, you nuzzled into his side, pressing your cheek to his chest, “Mmmm…sounds like a good idea”.

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[galacticgraffiti]

Not sure if you know him!! But Alpha-17?? Full of possible inspo?? He's an Alpha ARC so would probs be Broad As Hell and just... All muscle? (I usually think power-lifter/strongman?)

So handing you the idea of him just sitting there with all that BDE, working on reports or something, while you try and entice him back to your shared quarters? Maybe some uh... Cockwarming and teasing ensues??

ALPHA-17 MY BELOVED i know i've never written for him but the concept of him is just so fucking delicious. also he has BDE - big dick energy AND big daddy energy. so we're running with that i have decided.

Y'all this is filthiest fucking filth [affectionate] but I thought to myself... if you're not using sundays to write shit that would make you burst into flame if ever you stepped foot inside a church, what are you even doing.

This was ✨conceived✨ to 'Big Poppa' by The Notorious B.I.G. and that really tells you everything you need to know.

Send me spicy asks, I'm writing 5(ish) sentence ficlets!

Warnings: daddy kink, cockwarming, hella praise, dirty talk, plugged pussy, cumplay of sorts, fullness kink more than a size kink, somno mention

!!! NSFW/18+/Minors DNI !!!

"Please?" you plead, your fingers dancing along Alpha's broad shoulders. "Come on, I'm tired, and I don't want to go to bed alone."

"You'll have to. I need to finish up these reports." He doesn't even look up, squinting his eyes and lightly tapping the bridge of his nose, as he always does when he is tired. Fine. Heavier weaponry seems to be needed to convince him. Surreptitiously, you tug your top down until your tits spill over just ever so slightly - enough that it could be accidental. Your words, though, can not be mistaken for an accident.

"Please, daddy."

Alpha's hand freezes, hovering above the holopad.

"What did you just say, ad'ika?"

You know he heard you perfectly well. Ad'ika is reserved for playtime only - it's his unobtrusive way to consent, to let you know that in spite of whatever he may say, he is down to play if you want.

"I said I want you to take me to bed, daddy."

Alpha looks at you, eyes burning, before looking back at his holopad. His fingers twitch in his lap.

"You know I can't do that. You know I have reports left, I told you it'd be a long night. You insisted on staying." He raises his head, and once again you are struck by just how broad he is. He fills out the entire chair he sits in - broad shoulders, a chest so muscular it seems to nearly blow the seams of his undershirt, thick legs that can barely be contained by the width of the standard issue chair.

You slide onto his lap, facing him, your legs spread wide by his sizable thighs as you run your fingers through his salt and pepper beard.

"I wanted to stay with you. I just- I thought you'd be done by now."

"I nearly am," he sighs and rubs his face. "I'm tired too, baby girl. Can't wait to take you to bed, to relax and just fucking... bury my cock inside you. Fall asleep like that if you want to."

Your mouth falls open at Alpha's words - he knows exactly how much you love that.

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes, I want that, please, daddy."

"Mhm, just a little while longer," he hums. You can feel his cock pressing against you though, and without a second thought, you grind against him. Faster than you can think, his hands are on your hips, digging into your flesh to keep you still. "That's cheating, ad'ika."

"'s not cheating," you whine. "I want you- fucking need you. Please. Right now."

There is a pause. Alpha's hands slide down to your ass to knead the soft flesh while he assesses the situation.

"I suppose," he says slowly. "I suppose I could let you sit on my cock while I finish this last report. If you promise to be good for me."

"Yes." Your answer comes so quick that you nearly choke on it. "Yes, gods, I'll be good for you, daddy, I promise."

"I know you will. Daddy's good little girl, aren't you?" Alpha chuckles lowly when you whimper at his words. He lifts you off his lap effortlessly to tug down his trousers, then waves at you to straddle him again. You hastily discard all your garments, thanking every god in the galaxy that you are wearing loosely fitted clothig tonight so it is a quick process. But as your panties slide down your legs, you remember something. Something you had banished to the backwaters of your mind so you could function, but that is important to your current situation.

"You know you can't take me without some prep, hmm, ad'ika?" Alpha seems to have read your mind. His voice is a bit strained, and you can hear his breath hitch when you press your soaking core against his hard cock. Your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze.

"I'm- I'm still wearing the plug," you admit quietly. You swear his eyes go darker when you say the words, and you think back to this morning - you face down, ass up on the bed while he pushed the plug inside your fluttering pussy right after he'd fucked you. To keep all my cum right where it belongs, ad'ika, he had said. That alone had nearly made you come again. Throughout the day, you have gotten used to the feeling, and tried to forget about it because you could not focus on anything else while you were thinking about his cum still filling your belly.

"Fuck," Alpha groans. His fingers dance across your bare stomach, pressing down gently before they glide through your pussy and tap the plug currently nestled inside you. "Fuck... you are, ad'ika. Why haven't you-"

"You didn't say I could take it out," you defend yourself. Alpha chuckles at your tone and soothes you with his hand on your back.

"I know, baby girl. I know. I should have remembered. You're such a good girl for me, so fucking perfect just for me. You could have asked, though, you know that, right?"

"Mhm," you mumble. "But.. I liked it. Liked feeling you inside me."

Alpha's fingers press harder against the plug and you feel his cock twitch beneath you.

"You're gonna kill me, little love."

The nickname makes you shiver. Alpha's chest shakes against yours as he laughs.

"Oh, you liked that, didn't you? My sweet little love. My perfect girl, I'm gonna take proper care of you later, but for now... you wanna take out that plug for me so I can watch you take my fat cock? Mhm, there we go, good girl... Look at you, leaking all over me. You're gonna make a fucking mess of me, who's gonna clean that up?"

"Sorry, daddy." You smile. You know he's not really mad, you can tell by his tone and the twinkle in his eye.

"That's alright, ad'ika. I like it when you're messy for me, especially when it's my cum spilling out of you." He gently pushes at you until you lean back, granting him a perfect view of where his pearly white cum drips out of your gaping cunt. "Kept daddy's cum inside you all day for me... such a good girl, fuck. But now I think it's about time I fill you up again."

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[kiss-inthekitchen]

all that you ask of me | loki laufeyson

summary: you and Loki have a discussion about your kinks, and you learn something about him that you weren’t expecting

wc: 1.5k

warnings: smutty themes!! talk of bdsm, both reader and loki are switches and they aren't chill about it, teasing, light degradation but in a cute way, sub!loki, dom!loki, f!reader. loki has huge bisexual switch energy and i had to put it in a fic

a/n: title is kind of unrelated lol it makes more sense in the next chapter. pls let me know if you like it, i love when u guys leave comments or tags !

It’s been a few weeks since you and Loki had started dating and your sexual chemistry has been insane, which was a surprise to neither of you. You’d started out as friends, and even then, any time Loki had so much as brushed his fingers along your skin you felt something akin to electricity spike through your body. And though he was loath to admit it at first, Loki felt the same. So, once you finally gave in to your mutual feelings for each other, things only got more exciting.

Though the two of you had been having sex for weeks, you hadn’t really done anything too spicy yet, still getting used to this new aspect of your relationship. Now, though, you’d decided it would be a good idea to get it all out there, rather than try to figure it out as you went along. Besides, something about the idea of talking things out with Loki like it was nothing more than a casual conversation was thrilling to you.

You and Loki were sitting on the couch, your legs resting in his lap as he absentmindedly soothed circles into one of your calves. You smiled fondly at the way he always had to be touching some part of you. The two of you had covered a few topics already, going over safewords (you were partial to the traffic light system, and Loki agreed) and some of your hard limits, and now you were on to the fun part. Specifically, a rather exciting interest your partner had just confessed to.

“You know,” you mused, unable to keep the teasing smile off your face, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be into submission, what with your whole...thing.”

“My whole thing?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows at your choice of words. You suppressed a laugh. He probably would’ve spent more time on his faux outrage if the look on your face wasn’t so damn cute. “Yes, well. I am full of surprises, aren’t I?”

You hummed in response. “I mean, I had hoped you’d be into it. Or, I guess, fantasized, would be the better w-”

“Did you?” He cut you off, sounding all too pleased.

“Oh, for a while now,” you smirked.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, the admiration in his eyes shifting to smugness as he continued, “I wouldn’t expect you to be a dom, what with your whole thing.”

You made a show of rolling your eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Compared to Loki, you were much more bubbly and warm, not that he was really so cold anymore, but he was still… him. On top of that, your style tended to lean more toward pastel colors, though lately you were known to also rock some dark green tones. You supposed that from the outside, people would assume you to be the more submissive one in the relationship. Which you definitely could be, but your tastes went both ways.

“Okay, I deserved that,” you relented. “Now come on, tell me what I want to know.”

“Okay, well. I’ve no problem with bondage, as I’m sure you know.”

“You do seem to end up in chains quite often, my love. But... not sexually?” You’d meant for it to be a statement, but then you realized you actually had no idea, your voice lilting up into a question.

He fixed you with a look that very clearly told you you’d been wrong.

Well, okay then. “Right,” you responded, a little breathier than before, trying not to let your imagination run wild just yet. Loki squeezed your ankle playfully, bringing you back before you could lose focus. “So, is there anything you’re not okay with, bondage-wise? Like, collars, ties, cuffs…?” You trailed off.

He thought for a moment. “No, it’s all fine with me. What about you?”

“Cuffs kinda freak me out, actually. I don’t have superhuman strength and all.”

“Noted. Oh, one thing I do want to mention- I’m going to have to ask that you refer to me exclusively as ‘Your Majesty’ when I’m in charge,” he said, expression unwavering.

Your mouth dropped open for a second before you asked, “Wait, seriously?”

He broke into a mischievous grin. “No. But if you’d really like to, I suppose I wouldn’t stop you,” he said the last bit thoughtfully, and you playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand in admonishment. “Ooh, harder,” he said, still with an air of mischief, though you got the sense he wasn’t entirely kidding.

“Loki!” you gasped.

“Alright,” he laughed lightly. “Great God of Mischief will work just as well.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You’re being so difficult.”

“Will you just tell me what you like to be called already? If you carry on like this, I swear, I will call you Captain.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, glaring at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, care to test that theory? “Okay, I yield. But, honestly, it depends on the scene. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll have you call me ‘sir’ most of the time, ‘daddy’ on special occasions. You’re a smart girl. I trust that you’ll know when those occasions come about.”

You just nodded, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Why were you having such a reaction to Loki calling you a smart girl? He’d definitely noticed.

“What would you like to be called? When you’re the dominant?” Loki asked, saving you from your thought spiral.

“Oh, um. Ma’am is fine. None of the other terms really work for me, I don’t know why, they just seem kind of… too much, I guess,” you over-explained, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.

“Ma’am is just fine?” Loki pressed.

“No, it’s- it’s good. I, um, really like it.” Your cheeks flamed even hotter now, your gaze trained on the couch cushion.

Loki reached out and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him. “Come now, you were doing so well. Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, voice taking on that deep timbre that made you feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Okay,” you breathed, your mind gone completely blank as you looked at him.

“Good girl,” he said softly. He didn’t miss the way your body reacted to the praise, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

Bastard. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly to clear it. “That’s not fair,” you countered weakly.

“Isn’t it? I’m just trying to figure out what you like,” he feigned innocence.

“Right,” you said, only a little petulantly, trying to think of what else you wanted to ask him before he’d distracted you. “How do you feel about degradation?” You blurted out. “Receiving, I mean.”

That caught him off guard, to your great enjoyment. “I- I’m not sure. No one’s ever tried it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tied up but no one’s ever called you names?”

“No,” he responded, frowning slightly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I think I might be okay with it.”

“My honey, you’ve been so deprived,” you said with a pout. It was your turn to have a little fun now. “So,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his forearm, drawing his attention to your touch before you continued. “If, for example, I had you on your knees, and you were being so good for me, and I just happened to call you my obedient little slut-” he inhaled sharply, and you couldn’t help but grin, “-you would, theoretically, be okay with that?” You looked up into his eyes, seeing the flash of desire that had settled there.

“I think that would be acceptable,” he spoke, clearly putting in effort to keep his voice even.

You smiled, pleased with yourself. It was cute that he still tried to seem unaffected when you could literally feel the way his cock had stiffened against you. You shifted the position of your leg in his lap, lightly brushing against him, and he gasped.

“Pathetic,” you chide.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he may try to seem unimpressed with your teasing, he was certainly susceptible to it. “If you want us to get through the rest of the conversation, you’re going to have to stop that,” he says, but it comes out more like a plea than an order, and he’s sure that you’re going to be the death of him.

You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“It seems I’ve underestimated you, dearest,” he says, tone laced through with affection.

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Well, that’s a mistake we won’t make twice. Isn’t it, love?”

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #sub!loki #dom!loki #mcu loki #i had too much fun writing this lmao #it's the switching for me!!! #bisexual switch messes only in this house <3 #my fics #pls interact w this if you liked it i need validation lol