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kiwi224 · 6 months

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Obedient

Just your boyfriend Mike Schmidt being tied down by you because he agreed to you guys trying "new experiences".

Tags: NSFW, Praise kink, femdom reader, light BDSM, sub Mike Schmidt, dom reader, Mike Schmidt is your obedient and hot boyfriend, Mike being a good boy

You're amazed at how quickly the conversations between you and Mike go the other way.You think about this as you work the long, firm ropes through your hands, wrapping them around Mike's chest as he shifts restlessly.

On an ordinary day when you and your boyfriend are just relaxing, you make some silly joke about how you two could have "new experiences." Instead of him just giggling, as you imagined Mike would react, you are surprised when he agrees with the idea and even proposes that you do it now.

Still disbelieved, you obviously don't question it, since you've fantasized about it several times. How could you avoid it? From the first time you saw Mike, you found his calm, passive posture extremely attractive, and you imagined what it would be like to command him in bed.

Now that you run the ropes around the wide girth of Mike's arms to make sure he's tied up securely, you take the time to admire him. Your boyfriend is on his knees on the bed, his bare chest rising and falling at a speed that makes you pull your lips into a velvety smile, thinking that he might already be enjoying his new experience.

"Well..." He clears his throat and focuses his brown eyes on yours, in a position so passive and angelic that it makes your insides bubble. "What about now?"

You let out a nasal laugh, crawling until you're facing him on the bed.

"What about now?" You repeat, smiling as you run your eyes over his body for a few moments. You run your fingers up and down his chest, scratching him lightly with your trimmed nails. You hear a low noise escape his lips, your eyes following the movement of his hands. "Now I'm in charge of you."

You giggle playfully, and before he can respond, in one quick movement you sit on his lap, feeling him shudder beneath you. Your hands rest on Mike's cheeks as your lips meet fervently, and you hear a muffled moan between the kiss.

You parted your mouths, only to watch the hot mess your boyfriend is.His adorable curls are plastered to his forehead, his eyes are half-closed and his breathing is unregulated. This scene alone almost melts you completely, at the same time you wonder how he can be so sweet.

You nibble on his ear and a hum escapes his mouth as you shamelessly caress his chest. You trace a path of kisses and hickeys from his collarbone to the end of his neck, smiling with your lips still on his skin when you notice him using all his strength not to make a sound. You let out a low laugh as you tighten the ropes surrounding Mike's body, whispering lustfully into his ear. "I want to listen to you, my dear."

He sighs bashfully at the movement of the ropes, giving you an obedient look that makes every hair on his body stand on end. "Do you promise you'll let me listen to you, Mike?"

He nods quickly, bringing you a cocky smile as you notice that he is actually inclined to follow what you say very obediently.

A sudden idea appears in your mind, making you get out of bed to look for something in the drawers of your closet, feeling Mike's curious gaze burning the back of your neck.

"What are you doing, love?" Mike's pleading tone makes you immediately press against your legs in an attempt to ignore your intimate needs.

With the object in hand, you finally turn around, finding your boyfriend in that deplorably hot state in your bed. He frowns as his brown eyes follow the cylindrical object in your hand, then questioning you with his gaze. You just smile, going back to bed, ready to attack him again.

You suddenly tug at the hem of the sweatpants Mike is wearing, and your lips quickly form a smile when you notice something.

"No underwear, Mike?" You massage the contents previously hidden by the thin fabric pants, feeling him tremble in your hands and tilt his head as a soft sound leaves his lips. "You really wanted to do something today, didn't you, sweetheart? You could have asked me..." You adjust your grip, feeling him choke. You sigh, trying to distract yourself from the moisture between your legs that begs for attention, trying to focus entirely on your boyfriend, who melts like butter in your hands.

You turn on the almost forgotten object and smile lustfully. "Let's see how you handle this."

You press the vibrator on, still on first speed, against his dick, feeling him pant. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, murmuring something you can't make out as his body trembles against yours. You suppress a moan, wondering if there is any possibility of you reaching climax simply by dazzling Mike panting, completely surrendered to you.

You gasp as you feel Mike distribute lazy hickeys across your neck, almost forgetting to keep moving with your hand. You almost lose control, starting to circle his nipples with your fingertips. He whimpers as he rubs his face against your neck, making you tighten your grip on his fingers as you regain control of his mouth.

"Love..." He pleads when you break the kiss to breathe. "I can't take it..."

You smile and turn off the vibrator, hearing him grumble. You go back to massaging his dick, while your other hand caresses the back of his neck, listening to him sob. "What is it, darling?" You question with a mischievous tone. "You said you couldn't handle it, so I stopped. Now look at me."

You order and hold his chin in front of your face, watching him beg with his eyes for more touch. "Only me can make you cum tonight."

He suppresses a groan as he watches you remove your shirt and unbutton your pants slowly and torturously in front of him, and his gaze burns you up inside. His dick pulses with each piece that is removed, and in a few seconds you are completely naked.

You approach him and level your face at his cock, which desperately spills several streams of precum. You look up at him in the most sensual way you can, seeing more strands of the white liquid accumulate at the tip of his member as he looks at you with a completely surrendered expression.

You plunge your lips into his girth, hearing clipped moans, disjointed curses and pleas as you do your hard work, sucking with an experience that impresses even you. It's not like you're the most experienced at this, but by the time you've been in a relationship, you've already managed to, let's say, practice a lot.

In a matter of minutes he disintegrates in your mouth, and you, who are not used to swallowing the semi-colorless liquid, decide to do it this time, while looking at him with the sexiest expression you can muster, smiling when you see that he gives you a cloudy look back.

You barely give him time to recover and straddle his lap, feeling his dick rub lasciviously against your soaked entrance. You pull him into another hot kiss, feeling him move completely, making you wonder if that rope could break with the ecstatic pressure that Mike's arms are applying.

You feel something hard brush against you with greater intensity, bringing a restrained smile to your lips. "You're being so good, Mike..." He gasps at the comment, arching his back and making his intimate areas press even more. You lock your eyes with his, feeling your insides clench in excitement. "I think I can repay you now... Don't you think so, my dear?"

He raises his eyebrows and nods desperately, wiggling intensely as his untouched cock weeps uncontrollably.

You feel your insides contract once again and decide to stop ignoring your excitement, entering Mike's cock without warning. He moans loudly, slowly thrusting into your pussy, you immediately feeling all the desperation to sit on your boyfriend give way to stunning waves of pleasure.

He thrusts harder as you hurriedly ride him, while he moans and begs without any shame. “I’m going to cum again, baby…” You have to keep the firm grip of your arms around his neck to keep from losing your rhythm.

"You can only cum after I cum." You whisper imperatively in his ear, interrupting his whimpering by taking his lips with lust, your eyes occasionally crossing as your bodies collide violently. "Can you do this, sweetie?"

He groans and leans his head back, soon turning his hungry and desperate gaze to you. He nods vigorously, wiggling his hands and torso against the tight ropes. You slow the movements of your pelvis, making him hum in dissatisfaction.

"What did I tell you before we started everything, sweetheart?" You purr, running your fingers between the ropes on his chest, whispering in his ear with amusement. "You can't touch me until we're done."

You lick his earlobe, hearing his breathing fluctuate. "Can you obey me, Mike? Can you be a good boy for me?"

He gasps as you resume your riding rhythm, nodding hastily. "Yes..." He pants, visibly using all his strength to not fall apart at your command. "I can..." He whimpers. "I can be a good boy for you.."

You feel your insides get even more wet, swearing you would feel sorry for the hot, messy state he's in right now if you weren't in the same way. He dips his head back into your neck, whispering sweet praises in your ear, and that's as much as you can take before you come apart with him still inside you.

Mike manages to give a few more thrusts and clears his throat, begging with all the willpower he still has left in him. "Can I…" He pants. "Can I cum now, love?"

You moan, still ecstatic, and respond with a smile. "Of course, my dear... Cum for me, Mike."

He thrusts one last time before coming apart inside you, pushing his body against yours a few more times to prolong the pleasure for both of you. He pulls out of you, panting and dripping with sweat, your propped up bodies still radiating the delight of the moment.

You untie Mike with some difficulty, as it was your first time tying knots like this and, combined with the post-sex state, you almost feared you wouldn't be able to untie him. He moves his arms to get the blood circulating again, then hugs you firmly as you snuggle into the bed, still regulating your breathing.

"So... Did you like it?" You smile as you trace imaginary designs with your fingertips on his soft chest.

He lets out a hoarse laugh. "I just didn't like the strings very much. Next time, I want to play you more." He rubs his nose against your neck, tickling you.

"That's not what it looked like. I swear I've never seen you so seduced in my life." He laughs, rubbing your back.

"That's not what it looked like. I swear I've never seen someone so seduced and obedient in my life." He laughs, rubbing your back.

"I didn't say I disliked that part." His slightly droopy and completely mischievous eyes hold yours, making you laugh nasally with a cocky smile, looking forward to the next times you can have Mike in your hands.

#dom female reader #female reader #mike schmidt #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #praise #bd/sm kink #ns/fw

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randomizen00217 · 1 year

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Skz Hyungline Smut Situations – Both Sub and Dom SKZ situations

Hello. Here’s a post about smut situations with SKZ hyung line. As always, this is all fiction. All situations are gender neutral. There is a maknae line smut situation post coming soon. Let’s begin:

Bang Chan

Sub: Imagine edging Brat! Idol Bang Chan after he refuses to take breaks

Dom: Imagine being in a special gaming group with non-idol Bang Chan (who you don’t know at the beginning). The way things work is that if you cause the team to lose 3 times in a row, you get special disciplinary action with the gaming group sponsor. Since your inefficiency in playing caused your team to lose 3x, your team manager sends you to Bang Chan for your punishment. Bang Chan is clearly attracted to you and asks you if you want to have fun while getting punished. You say yes. You spend the entire night “playing” with Bang Chan. By the time he’s done with you, you have been thoroughly fucked and have a newfound passion to win games (because Bang Chan revealed that if you make your team win 3 times in a row, he’ll give you a very enjoyable sexual reward).

Lee Know

Sub: You introduce pet play to your boyfriend non-idol Lee Know. What’s interesting about Lee Know is that he is dominant out of the bedroom (if you get what I mean) but typically submissive in the bedroom. You’re kinda possessive towards Lee Know (but not in an unhealthy way)

Dom: First time sex with rich dominant college professor non-Idol Lee Know. While Lee Know is the same age as you in this situation, his superior intellect and ability in teaching has allowed him to become a college professor at such a young age. Lee Know is a strict professor who is very happy to help his students so if he trusts his student enough, he allows them to visit his house. You originally went to his house with the intent of getting homework help but he decides to seduce you on a whim. You end up losing your virginity to the hottest professor in your college. Lee Know is very good with his mouth. If you’re AMAB, he gives you either your first blowjob or is the first person to rim your ass. If you’re AFAB, he makes you cum multiple times with his tongue on your pussy. Lee Know is a boob lover (doesn’t matter your boob size) in the smut, so there will be nipple play.

Changbin

Sub: Imagine being the boss of sexy subordinate non-Idol Changbin. You and Changbin are working together at the office building alone. You both decide to have some sex (you have had sex in the office building with him a couple times before). The phone suddenly rings so you answer the call. While you take the call, Changbin decides to lick one of your most sensitive erogenous zones (pick which one you want). You manage to get through the call, but you worry that your boss may have noticed you were acting differently. You express your feelings to Changbin, who apologizes. One moment, you think “Hmm… his butt looks spankable”. After obtaining his consent, you spank him hard. Before the session ends (with consent), you edge his cock (as in make him almost cum but never let him cum, do this multiple times until you feel he deserves it). After he gets edged, he makes you cum with his fingers. This session ends up being the most mutually enjoyable punishment you’ve ever had with a sexy employee.

Dom: Non-idol Changbin best friend Changbin has had sexual feelings and romantic feelings about you for a long time. One day, you ask him to dominate you. He’s so happy that his dream has come true. While there is a dom/sub tone to this kind of situation, both you and Changbin declare love for each other. The sex is romantic (in a consensually twisted) way. Changbin is admittedly frustrated that you didn’t notice his feelings for you at first, so he punishes you. Situation ends with aftercare and you and Changbin deciding to have a first date at a cool new restaurant near your shared apartment.

Hyunjin

Sub: Non-idol Hyunjin is a friend of yours. When you need a nude model for art class, he decides to volunteer. To prepare him for modelling, you put him in bondage (as your professor specifically asked you to draw someone in bondage). After battling with your sexual urges as you draw, he decides to ask you to dom him while he’s still in bondage. You’re not perfect as this is your first time dominating someone, but the experience is mutually enjoyable for both you and Hyunjin.

Dom: For quite some time, you’ve been Idol Hyunjin’s private English tutor. Since you have decided to start a business, you have decided to stop tutoring him to devote more time to starting your business. Hyunjin has a gut feeling you like being dominated, so he asks you if you’d like him to dominate you after your last tutoring session as a “goodbye gift”. What results is a very enjoyable experience.

#stray kids smut #sub stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #dom male reader #dom female reader #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #stray kids hard hours #bang chan hard hours #changbin hard hours #skz hard thoughts

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anime-addict-362 · 10 months

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Tired Pt. 5/6

CW: NSFW, Female Y/N x Dabi, sub Dabi, oral sex (male receiving), overstimulation, deep throating, cum eating, penetration (male receiving), spit as lube, fingering (male receiving), crying (kinda)

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Dabi moaned both at the feeling, and sight of Y/N sucking his dick. It was only a minute and he felt like he was going to come.

Scratch that, he WAS going to come.

"Y/N," He moaned, head falling back. "I'm gonna come."

Y/N hummed and he tensed at the sudden vibration of it. He came in Y/N's mouth, eyes practically rolling back.

Then he realized Y/N wasn't pulling away. He didn't know whether to be relieved or not.

He said months ago he like overstimulation, and ever since, Y/N has done it randomly. Obviously this was one of those times.

He let himself fall back, unaware of how long he was gonna feel the hot feeling of Y/N's mouth. He hoped it was long.

He couldn't stop his hips tensing as she continued, taking him in farther, not daring to give him a chance to go soft. He also couldn't shut up.

He didn't bother to try and string together a sentence, just moaning and whining. Then he felt his dick slide into Y/N's throat.

His jaw dropped and he let out an opened mouth moan, that... Was truly embarrassing. But Y/N apparently liked it, by the moan she let out of her own mouth, vibrating his cock once again.

He practically sobbed at the moan Y/N let out, the sensitivity taking over. He just kept swearing, moaning, whining, doing his absolute best not to thrust into Y/N's throat while she was already doing so good.

Then a finger slid into his mouth. He knew she wanted him to suck, but he wasn't sure if he could. He tried his best anyway.

By the time she was pulling her finger away, his chin was covered in his own spit, and he was on the very edge of another orgasm. He couldn't talk, and he didn't want to come as deep in her throat as he was at the moment, so he pulled her hair, looking her in the eye as she looked up to her.

She just hummed again and he was coming on her tongue, and he felt his legs shake. His eyes did roll back this time, and he came louder than he wanted to.

He sobbed as that spit covered finger slid into his ass, slowly. "Fuck," He yelled out, the hand in Y/N's hair tightening.

Y/N pin pointed his prostate perfectly, and he let out a cry as she pushed into it. She pulled off his dick, and leaned over him, opening his mouth with her free hand. She kissed him messily, and he immediately felt his come in his mouth.

She continued to massage his prostate with the finger, and he could only cry into her mouth. It was too good, almost too painful, but he fucking loved it.

Y/N pulled away from his mouth, and he looked her in the eye. His eyes burned with the tears that wanted to be there, but they just weren't falling with the way his scarring was around his eyes.

"Y/N," He sobbed and she kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his chin, before laying the most loving kiss on his lips.

He tried his best to kiss back, but it was just messy and uncoordinated. "I love you," He opted for sobbing that out.

"I love you too, baby," Y/N smiled softly. "I love you so much, taking me so good, you're so pretty, you're so perfectly for me, babe."

Dabi nodded, feeling the third orgasm build up, very slowly. He started shaking his head. "I- I can't- It's too much-"

"Yes you can," Y/N whispered. "You're so close already, and you're doing beautifully for me so far. You can do it, come for me."

It only few times that he's able to come from just his prostate, but he was sure the overstimulation and sensitivity of it all was helping a lot.

So he nodded rough, bring a hand down to grab at Y/N's busy wrist, holding hard. It hit him harder than any of the other ones, and he was sure no cum came out anyway. He whimpered and whined, legs shaking hard.

This time, Y/N pulled away. He took a deep breath of relief, then huffed as Y/N landed on him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulder gently.

"You're insane," He grumbled, pretty sure his dick was numb.

"Thank you," Y/N yawned.

"No falling asleep, we have to get clean," Dabi groaned. "Especially you, you smell rancid."

"I smell amazing and you know it."

He smiles softly and kissed her, putting a hand into her messy hair to hold the back of her head. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dabi."

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ghosteim · 2 months

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Imagine

Cw:Male!Reader,Fem!Reader,Domtop!Reader,SubBot!Reader,DomTop!Char,MxM,FxM,Public play,semi-public play,short,kinda rushed

Jordan's face pressed against your crotch, his heterochromia eyes glaring at you as you hold a handful of his fiery red hair. His tongue laps at your labia as you let out small gasps and moans pressing his face deeper into your sloppy pussy

Imagine an obedient Jordan whining as you bounce up and down on his pierced cock, a pretty red collar on his bruised neck while you pull on the matching leash.

Imagine a horny V trying to hold up his serious facade as you give him head under the table, your warm mouth detracting him from his speech and making him stumble over his words.

Imagine V bending you over the table mid meeting and fucking into your wet cunt infront of all his co-workers, his hands gripping onto your waist as he slams into your cunt small grunts escaping his mouth.

imagine a bored Adonis subtly giving you a handjob at a movie premiere of a movie he acted in, his soft hands slowly stroking your cock painfully slow. A knowing smile spread across his lips as he watches your reaction, more engaged in your reactions then the movie going on in front of him.

Imagine Adonis pulling into the bathroom after the premiere to give you head, his head bobbing up and down as pink lipstick prints are left over your cock, his eyes clouded up with pleasure as he holds out his tongue slightly grinning as you cum onto his face.

Yeah I'm back 🥶

#dom male reader #fem!reader #dom female reader #sub female reader #— 𝕬𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘 #—𝕵𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖓 #—𝖁 #—𝕸𝖞 𝖔𝖈'𝖘 #—𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊

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teenandbeyond · 1 year

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Levi Ackerman x Dom. Fem Reader

So, this is the Female Ver I mentioned, like, a year ago. Here it is.

For those of you that haven't seen the male version and you're interested in pt 1, here!

I'm off to the hole of cringe, I will cringe until I'm proven this isn't.

🕳🚴🏽‍♀️

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⚔If They Saw You Now⚔ (AOT or SNK)

Warning(s): Subby Levi, dom fem reader (but anatomy hardly mentioned), edging, no editing (remember because I'm cringing in embarrassment? lol)

Who would've thought humanity's strongest soldier was weakest beneath you?

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Levi Ackerman.

Humanity’s strongest solider.

Laying on his bed, helpless.

“What would they think if they saw you now, Le-vi? Hm?”

He gives a pitiful growl, muffled by his cravat.

And you simply wave off the glare he gives you, it was so cute.

He didn’t seem genuinely pissed off anyway, the growing flush on his face proved otherwise.

“How precious, humanity’s strongest, rutting into me like a hormonal little boy. So desperate, so weak.”

His lashes fluttered when your tongue trailed over his chest, latching on a sensitive bud.

“I bet you wish you could touch me, hm? Not until I say so, pretty boy.”

He couldn’t break from his restraints without permission, or he would get punished.

A long, muffled groan, met your ears. A delightful sound.

He really wished you’d take that damned dress off already, it wasn’t fair at all, he was down to almost nothing while you weren’t even close.

And that mouth, you were even more skilled with it than he was killing titans.

He held his breath as you unlaced his undergarment, slow and teasing.

His exhale was one of relief when he was finally free.

“Well, someone’s eager…I guess when you know what’s coming…”

You and Levi had been doing this for a while.

Just when he was getting tired of the sexual frustration, he met you.

You were charming, flirtatious, yet one of the most real people he’s met.

And one day, it was really going somewhere.

This was new to him, so for once, he relinquished control…

Well, more than once, but he hadn’t known that then.

You started with a little peck, before engulfing him.

He tossed his head back with a little whimper, brows starting to do that cute little furrow you like.

How badly he wanted to grip your hair, to beg you to go faster and not torture him with this slow pace.

“Mhmn…”

“Not so loud, you don’t want a cadet at your door, do you?” you chuckled at a twitch, “Or maybe you do?”

Before he could scowl at you, you returned to your job at the moment, faster than before.

As he shuddered, his chest jumped. Whines and whimpers obstructed by his precious cravat.

Please, please. Can he?

“You can take it off, now.”

He thrust his arms forward, breaking free of restraints, tossing his cravat aside, he hurried to take off your dress.

“Slow down, you’re stronger than you look, you might—”

*RIIIP*

He froze at his fatal mistake.

“Levi…what did I tell you last time?”

“Sorry…”

“Hm. I’ll deal with that later, for now, service me,” you lean back on your hands, your chest puffed out to him.

Quickly his tugged at your thighs, pulling you closer.

His eyes were cloudy as he lifted your bottom half, his lips meeting his desired area.

“The better you do, the nicer I’ll be with your punishment—Mmm!”

He seemed so starved, like it was his mission to please you.

And it was, he always aimed to please.

And he liked to watch his goal come into fruition, carefully watching your expressions.

“Levi…you’re doing so good,” you ran your hands through his hair, your voice almost a whisper.

He couldn’t believe you had people fooled, thinking you were so sweet.

You were savory and bold like black tea, truly.

And he loved every bit of it.

You were so pretty, he couldn’t help but rut into the sheets.

“Levi. Stop.”

It was hard to pull away, but he did.

You met his lips in a sweet kiss, “Sit back.”

As you pressed him gently against your opening, he twitched a little higher. Eager to feel you at your warmest.

Not that he’d complain about those pretty lips of yours, but the other pair felt so much better.

Just when you were about to ease in, there was a knock at his door.

A growl came from somewhere deep in his throat, “Who the hell—”

You glanced at the door, “Find out.”

“Who the hell is it?”

“Eren, sir.”

“That fucking brat, always coming at the wrong time. This is the third time he’s interrupted us. At this point it might as well be on purpose,” he muttered before raising his voice, “What do you want, Cadet?”

“I was just letting you know Commander Erwin returned.”

You sunk onto him in impatience, settling your thighs on his.

In a whisper, he whimpered, “Fuck-!”

“Captain?”

“What? I-Is there something he needs me for?” he did his best to breathe evenly.

“Just to go over what he discovered while he was gone.”

You moaning into his neck, digging your nails into his back…it was driving Levi crazy, “H-hurry up, Pretty boy.”

“Tell him I’ll come by later—" he muffled the very loud and inappropriate groan with a breast.

That wasn’t fair, you rolling your hips in a deep circle like that.

“But sir—”

“Eren, we’re busy, we’ll be done soon. I’d appreciate if you’d leave us be,” you answered for Levi, his mouth currently muffled as he let out a string of moans. You’d quickly cut him off after speeding up.

Only you could hear such pretty sounds, Eren wouldn’t get the luxury.

“Miss [Y/n] is in there, too?! Wait—Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Go away, before I cut you up with Levi’s blade and feed the bits to the titans—” your breath hitched as Levi involuntarily thrusted into that perfect spot, rougher than the pace you’d set.

“R-Right, sorry! I’ll tell Commander Levi will come by later,” you heard footsteps rushing away.

Once he was gone you lifted your hand, only for high-pitched, pathetic little moans to spill out.

“Damn it! Shit! Fuck!” he hissed.

You could feel he was close, you knew his body well.

But you forced the pace to slow.

He gasped helplessly, “You—You brat! How could you? I was…”

You were edging him. How cruel of you.

“I told you, you were getting punished. That hadn’t changed. But since that pretty mouth isn’t too bad, I’ll be nice. I’ll only do this…two more times. Erwin can wait.”

“Please…” his voice wobbled.

“Should’ve thought of that before you ruined my pretty dress,” you did a smooth roll of your hips, “But don’t worry, I’ll let you have enough energy to go meet with your blonde boyfriend.”

“Shut up, he’s not and you know it,” he grits out.

“But I might take enough to shut up that defiant mouth of yours.”

“I—”

“Are you ready for round two? Who am I kidding, you have the stamina…”

You flash him a smile, “And maybe, if you’re a good boy, I might let you fuck me how you wish after this.”

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svgvru · 8 months

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⋆｡°✩ SCHEDULED PERFORMANCES!

꒰ WEEK ONE

01 OCT '23 - overstimulation + squirt training, "so thoughtless, its adorable." ꒰ sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader ꒱

04 OCT '23 - humiliation + "you've made a bunch of men pay hundreds for a piece of pussy? and its not even good!" ꒰ mei mei x male reader ꒱

07 OCT '23 - pegging, hair pulling + "and what if i tell your crew out there how much of a moaning bitch you are f'me?" ꒰ buggy x dom, f!reader ꒱

꒰ WEEK TWO

09 OCT '23 - oral + pussy inspection, "just sit on my face, yeah?" ꒰ ftm!geto x dom,m!reader ꒱

11 OCT '23 - body worship + "i need words, pretty baby" ꒰ yamada asaimon shion x btm, f!reader ꒱

14 OCT '23 - vanilla + "fuck, this pussy was made for me" ꒰ afab!geto/kenjaku x top m!reader ꒱

꒰ WEEK THREE

16 OCT 23 - dumbification + "too rough? aww, too bad", "maybe i should leave you here all wet, yeah? let one of our friends walk in and see the quote "strongest" all whorish?" ꒰ virgin!gojo x top,m!reader ꒱

18 OCT '23 - blasphemy + "a clit piercing? that isn't very holy of you, dear", "show me how the lord has blessed you" ꒰ roland fortis x f!reader ꒱

21 OCT 23 - caning, gagging + "you will count every single orgasm i give you, understand?" ꒰ camboy, afab!gojo x dom, m!reader ꒱

꒰ WEEK FOUR

23 OCT 23 - size kink + "such a good girl, i should give you applause for taking me so well", "fuck-! are you this tight or am i just too big?" ꒰ miguel o'hara x f!reader ꒱

25 OCT '23 - voyeurism + "you feel so good. you're my good boy", "don't be shy, look at them." ꒰ buggy x top, m!reader ꒱

27 OCT '23 - temperature play + "ah, ah. spread those pretty legs f'me, yeah?" ꒰ gojo x f!reader ꒱

HALLOWEEN!

FUCKING IN A HAUNTED HOUSE! ꒰ characters: im too lazy ill put them here later ꒱

#𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 ꒰ 𝟭/𝟭 ꒱ ⋆｡°✩#PREVIOUSLY POSTED ON @IMMURRSED!! *it was themed diff tho #kinktober 2023 #october event #october 2023 #first kinktober!#top male reader #dom male reader #female reader #dom female reader #anime x reader #anime smut #jjk smut #miguel o'hara smut

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thefiendio · 10 months

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Too Much

Hello! I hope you enjoy my post!

This is a submissive Miguel O'Hara X dominant female reader.

Warnings-

Sub male, Dom female, p-in-v interaction, Miguel is his own warning, edging, bondage, overstimulation, potential dacryphilia, biting, marking, blood warning, my crappy takes on Spanish, this is purely for indulgent purposes, hinted at spider-person reader, kind of lazy at the end, slight aftercare, NSFW things, jumps right into smut.

Minors/ageless blogs DNI

Anyway, enjoy!

A soft grunt sounded in the dimly lit room followed by a soft moan as you, pleasantly seated in between Miguel's open legs, played with his large length that bobbed with any movement placed carefully against it.

"Por favor! No puedo más! I can't handle anymore!" The man begged, hoping that you would take mercy on him so he could finally cum. Dried tears shined in the moonlight that made itself known by peeking through the slightly open curtains, making his tanned skin glow even more than it already does.

Miguel was bound by his wrists, which were pinned against the headboard by some silky restraints. Knowing that he could easily break out of the silk, but he refused to do so to humor you, turned you even more on than you already were. To take some form of mercy on him, you didn't bind his ankles to the other posts of the bed, instead letting them be free to move as he wished them to be.

You used your unoccupied hand to gently tap his thigh and to softly shush him so he would have some more hope of any inevitable mercy. You had been edging him for the good majority of an hour, letting him get closer and closer to his high than the last, and stealing it away from him, letting him suffer with the ache that grew in his lower regions and abdomen.

He was moving around and writhing within the restraints, careful to not break them as to not suffer the consequences, you could tell he was getting frustrated, even more than he already was. Knowing this, you leaned forward and let go of his cock, prompting a soft whine from him, you placed one hand on the firm abs underneath his sternum and the other on the solid shoulder muscles, using them as balance so you could lean forward and press a hungry kiss to his lips. Miguel kissed back like a starved man, trying to get the connection to last even longer than what you wanted, using his sharp fangs to draw blood by piercing your bottom lip. You grunted and Miguel, just realizing what he did, whimpered and retracted his fangs and looked at you with an expression that screamed that he didn't mean to do that. He started pushing out apologies faster than you could even comprehend what was going on. You froze, eyes widening and breaking character for a moment, then you smiled.

"It's okay amor, you didn't mean it. I'm not mad. In fact, I believe you deserve a reward for doing so well and taking what you are given with," you paused, "minimal complaints." At the mention of a reward, he perked up and looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. Holding eye contact, you positioned your wetness above his shaft, using the hand on his abs to help line you both up.

He gasped quietly as you lowered yourself down onto him, inserting his tip into you. As you sunk down, a soft moan escaped your lips as another whine was pulled from his. You were about halfway when you stopped to catch your breath, and to give Miguel a break so he didn't finish too early. You didn't want all the fun to be cut short by his sensitivity.

Miguel, however, was focusing the power of every single muscle on not cumming. Threading his bottom lip in between his teeth, striking it and drawing a few drops of crimson blood, as you sunk down a little bit further. A soft groan was pulled from his mouth as you were almost taking the full length of him.

Once he was completely inside of you, you waited and kept this position while placing one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder to help with a more efficient way to balance. you waited so you could adjust to the slightly painful stretch and so he could get himself together before you started moving. He groaned as you raised your hips and sharply plopped them back down.

His cheeks turned impossibly redder as you continued these motions. A tear dribbled out of the outer corner of his eye as you sped up. Throwing his head back and fighting against the pillow's resistance against his skull, he let out a moan that made you smirk, determined to get him to keep making those noises.

Now with a set pace and not having to worry about hurting Miguel, because he's enjoying this more than you think you are, you are now more focused on reaching your peak than anything else.

Occasionally, you would clench down on him and throw your head back with a moan, and Miguel would let out another pornographic moan with a whimper followed in suit. Both of you were seriously enjoying this and there was no doubt that your neighbors wouldn't be complaining about the noise the next morning. Knowing this, but simply not caring; that is a matter for another day, you continued to ride him impossibly faster, reaching one of your hands down and playing with your clit in another desperate and frenzied attempt to get yourself to tip over the edge.

"Mierda, baby, you're driving me crazy! I'm about to cum. Oh fuck, can I? Por favor, princesa. I need to cu-" Miguel cut himself off with a moan, obviously teetering on the edge of absolutely losing it while waiting for your response.

Then you spoke, "Of course you- ah! -can amor. You've been so good for me so far so, why wouldn't I allow you to?" And cum he did.

With a loud moan that made you wonder why he didn't star in porn, he came inside of you. The feeling and sensation of being filled up, caused you to follow through with your orgasm, throwing your head back and moaning loudly.

You gently rode out both of your highs on each other and once you both came down and could somewhat think, the loud snap of the silk bindings sounded in the bedroom, signaling that Miguel had broken them.

Immediately, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down so both of your sweaty and tired bodies could connect and come closer. While doing this, he pulled out and let you lie on him as you both caught your breath.

And while you both were laying in silence with the moonlight enveloping the both of you, you and Miguel fell asleep holding each other close, without a care in the world.

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I hope you guys like it, this is not my first time writing smut, nor aggressive submissive characters, but it is my first time writing for Miguel.

#sub miguel o'hara #sub male character #dom female #dom reader #sub character #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #I hope you guys like it #dom female reader

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lokis-army-77 · 7 months

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Private Viewing

Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 6.8k

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.

Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. 💗 and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a title💗.

Masterlist

Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy.

You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasn’t all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight.

Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception.

You were so close to the edge, Ed’s moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out.

“Rub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.” He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesn’t matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. “Please,” you beg out into your empty room. You aren’t too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe you’re asking to cum?

It’s like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, “That’s a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?” He nods his head lazily. “I knew you would baby. Okay. Five.”

You want to cry.

“Four.”

The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.

“Three.”

You feel like you’re going to explode. He’s counting too slowly.

“Two.”

The tears are flowing now.

“One.”

You let out a strangled scream.

“Cum baby. Do it, now.”

Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, there’s a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well.

With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum.

When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, “Thata girl. Always make me cum so much.” He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. “Get you some rest baby, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

And then the live is over.

Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed.

…

Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. It’s a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class.

You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.

The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you.

You’re only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang.

He apologizes before making his introduction. He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.

It’s only once you’ve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You can’t quite put a finger on it and it bugs you.

His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. He’s got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence.

It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. You’ve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention.

Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. That’s when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O.

“Oh my fucking god. No. It can’t be.” You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you don’t even have to look for his user, he’s the first post on the screen.

Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand.

It’s a wonder you weren’t caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone.

Your stomach drops. You can’t keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldn’t be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes.

When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.

That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.

…

Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself.

‘You know him, it’s wrong to keep watching his videos.”

‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you aren’t going to tell him, are you?’

‘No…’

‘Then it’s okay, it’ll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, he’d miss you in the chat.’

You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldn’t be. But hey, it feels good to be bad.

Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.

He’s only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans.

You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat.

Princess23: hi Ed

His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"

There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.

Princess23: stressful… you've been distracting me.

The reply to his question is truer than he realizes.

"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.

Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth.

It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"

Princess23: yes please

"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.

You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one.

Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.

He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.

"This one’s for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off.

As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs.

Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.

"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length.

"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?"

"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound.

You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth.

"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect."

You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit.

The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.

The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.

There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level.

It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast.

So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.

You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy.

"Oh fuck," you cry. Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions.

He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized.

He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.

The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core.

Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.

He’s not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end.

“God dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?”

“Yes.” You turn up the vibrator. “Fuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.”

The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated.

Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight.

With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You don’t even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure.

…

It’s October now. The semester is halfway over and you’ve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week.

Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie won’t be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you.

You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddie’s. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, what’s going to happen when he actually interacts with you?

There isn’t much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you.

“Hi.” He says, eyes bright and expectant. “I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. “Sorry. I was a bit out of it.” You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space.

“No problem.” He smiles. “Uh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?”

“Oh, yeah. Here,” You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. “You can text yourself.”

He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it.

“Great. I’ll text you when I’m free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that I’m usually free.”

You nearly choke when you realize he’s given you his streaming schedule. “I- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.”

"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students.

You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?

…

You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job.

It’s been two weeks of working together on this project and it’s been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay.

Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddie’s computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition.

You sigh, “Eddie, as much as I love that sound, I really don’t think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isn’t as emotionally charged as I’d like it to be.”

“Well show me something similar to what you’re wanting.” He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together.

You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster.

Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“What was that?” He asks.

“What was what?” You answer.

“Why did you slam your phone down?”

“Oh, I just forgot the title of the song.”

“Right…” He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. “Why don’t we call it quits for tonight? It’s getting late and we aren’t going to agree on anything if we’re both tired.”

A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. “That sounds good to me.” You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You don’t want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didn’t notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen.

“Bye Eddie.” You wave to him on your way out the door.

Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."

…

After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean.

It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not.

You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand.

You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."

He turns to you. "Hum?"

You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."

"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered.

"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."

He doesn't look all too surprised.

"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."

Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans.

You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.

Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.

Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasn’t to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.

When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly.

He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin.

"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out."

The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved.

"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddie’s smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself."

You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped.

He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.

Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long.

You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to.

'He knows." You argue with yourself.

'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'

The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it.

So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen.

Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.

He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head.

You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut.

You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him.

Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls.

Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.

He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more.

It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does.

"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. “God, I’m gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.”

Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises.

In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark.

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Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, you’ve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see.

Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isn’t loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf.

You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear.

“Hi, Sweetheart.”

“Eddie-” You heave, relieved it wasn’t someone coming to kill you in cold blood.

“Did you enjoy my show last night?” He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face.

You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret.

“You don’t know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?”

Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer.

Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “So… Which one of my subs are you? Hum?”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Eddie tuts. “Don’t get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.” His tone is dominating. It’s one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking.

“I-I,” You can't help but stutter. “It’s Princess23.” You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.

He sucks in a breath. “Oh, Princess. That was you?”

He forces you to look at him and you nod your head.

You hate that he’s making you look him in the eye, but you can see what’s swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful.

As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down.

“I can give you a private show if you want, baby.” He leans back in. “Right here,” He nipps at your ear lobe. “Right now.”

“Eddie, we can’t… We’re at my work.”

He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. “It’s fine Sweetheart, no one’s here but us, right?”

“Yes, but-”

He cuts you off with a finger over your lips.

“Then let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what you’ve seen online.” He doesn’t give you time to think before his lips are on yours.

They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does.

To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. It’s intoxicating, and addicting. You’ve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him.

His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.

With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesn’t stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. It’s a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank.

When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine.

"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."

You pout. "But Eddie…"

"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."

You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work.

It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it.

"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."

He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."

You moan loudly at his praise.

"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."

His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.

"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.

"Kiss me again," you beg.

He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you.

The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt, uncomfortably, between your legs.

"So good for me." He praises.

You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.

"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.

"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin.

You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."

Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs.

You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddie’s fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds.

You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.

"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.

The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.

"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.

"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"

It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are.

Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.

You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you.

"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him.

Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster.

He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.

The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You can’t keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight.

He stops his movements to try and situate you. “Come on, baby, gotta stand up.”

You shake your head. “I can’t, s’too much.” Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. “There's a couch.” You point to the back of the store. “It’s in the break room.”

Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions.

The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room.

In contrast to the cool leather, Eddie’s hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. You’re almost folded in half.

“Jesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.” He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt. She’s gaping for me.” Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part.

You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again.

Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans.

“Pull your shirt up.” He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. “That too.” He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow.

Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. “Fucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.”

You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits. He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either.

“Eddie… Ah- Eddie-” You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight.

He growls. “I know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. You’re on the precipice.

Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit.

“Oooh- Oh fuck!” You scream. “Shit shit shit shitshitshitshit…. Ah!”

“Louder.” He moans. “Want the whole town to hear you sweet girl.”

“Eddie! Oh, I’m there. I’m fucking there.” You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddie’s tempo shift. He’s losing speed.

“Goddammit. I cumming too.” Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out.

Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesn’t follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy.

You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. He’s lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time.

You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. “Eddie, please.” Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesn’t move. “Ed-” He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy.

Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.

“Christ. You taste so good.” He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. “Did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“Mhum. So proud.” He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin.

Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. He’s exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You don’t have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened.

It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you.

“Eds, baby, I need to lock up.”

He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again.

“Eddie.” You say it a bit more sternly. “Get up and I’ll let you take me back to yours.”

That gets his attention and he’s up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on.

He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground.

Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things you’ll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first.

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Bucky knows you’re faking

Bucky knows you’re faking. He has no idea where you met this guy or why you’re still with him, in fact Bucky almost feels sorry for him. Because this guy thinks he’s doing a good job. He thinks he’s making you cry from pleasure, he thinks he’s pulling orgasms from you left right and center but Bucky knows.

Becuase he’s heard you. Fucking smelled you.

In your room, all by yourself.

He hears every moan and whimper, all those noises you can’t hold back. The filthy squelching of your pussy making a mess on the sheets is a sound unmatched. You always smell so good after and he can’t get over how soft and sweet you are, all fucked out with a quiver in your voice, not realizing he knows exactly what you’ve been up to with those pretty fingers between your legs.

He’s seen the way you practically glow afterwards, a shy smile on your face, acting like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat minutes ago. Always when it’s well past midnight, coming down for a snack, a thin sheen of sweat still covering your skin. He’s usually in the kitchen, having to pretend his cock isn’t aching after hearing how pretty you sound, how desperate and loud you get when you think no one can hear you.

But he can.

Bucky grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, smirking when he heard your less than enthusiastic sounds and silence a few minutes later. He watched carefully as you made your way into the kitchen with nothing but a flimsy robe covering you, eyes growing wide when you realized you weren’t alone.

“Have a fun night?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, struggling to keep his eyes on your face and not the loose knot, so close to letting your robe fall open, giving him access to that pretty body-

“Oh-yes” you shrugged, suddenly feeling hot all over realizing Bucky had probably heard you, “I-um-I don’t think I’ll see him again”

“Why not” Bucky prodded, his curiosity piqued, self-restraint faltering, he couldn't hold back, not when that poor excuse of a robe was begging to be ripped off. “He can’t make you cum, can he princess”

“What?” You stared at Bucky like a deer caught in headlights, frozen on the spot, mouth gaping while he chuckled.

“I said-” he got up from his place at the kitchen island, biting his lip while backing you against the counter, your eyes growing wide feeling his hard, poorly contained bulge press onto you. "He can't make you cum? Can he?"

“I-" You stammered, gripping onto the edge of the counter, surely you were dreaming, there's no way this was really happening, all the fantasies you've thought of coming to life-

“Oh baby” Bucky cooed at your flustered state, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, “Don’t get all shy on me now bunny. Was that it? Did he make you cum?”

You shook your head, still nearly frozen like a baby deer, whimpering when Bucky groaned, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Knew you were faking it princess, I've heard you, y'know" Bucky smirked at your gasp, clearly mortified that he'd heard you during your most intimate moments. "Y'sound so pretty when you touch yourself baby"

"Bucky" You whined, not sure what you were begging for, arousal pooling between your legs, spreading your knees slightly to press yourself against his thigh.

"Tell me to stop" his jaw was clenched, gripping onto the single strange of restraint he had, his fingers toying with the knot of your robe.

"D-don't stop" You let out a shuddered breath, shivering when your robe was thrown off before you could blink, Bucky's lips smashing onto yours. His hand gripped the back of your neck, his tongue claiming your mouth as his, teeth nipping and sucking your lip. He lifted you onto the cool marble counter with ease, metal fingers swiping through your folds, gathering your slick before shoving them in his mouth, groaning at the taste.

"You're fuckin' sweet bunny" He didn't give you a chance to respond, prying your thighs apart and dipping down to lick a fat stripe through your soaked cunt before latching onto your clit. You cried out in pleasure, his wide shoulders keeping your legs spared apart.

"B-Bucky!!" Your head was thrown back when he shoved two fingers into you, curling and fucking them into you, moaning when you grabbed onto the roots of his hair, tugging harder the closer you got.

"Already sound so pretty baby" He let out a dark chuckle, kissing your pouty face when he pulled away just before you reached your high, tugging down his sweats to pull his cock out, "Bet you'd sound even better when you're stuffed, hm?"

"Please" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, practically humping yourself on him, desperate to be filled. His cock was curved towards his tummy, the swollen head dripping with precum. There was something about him still being fully dressed while you were stark naked in the middle of the kitchen that aroused you more, knowing damn well anyone could walk by at any given moment.

"You need a fat cock to cum around, don't you bunny? My bunny's such a little slut, she can't cum unless she has a fat cock fucking her brains out?" He taunted, loving the way you were nothing more than a babbling mess already, moaning when you felt his tip catch against your fluttering entrance.

"Please Bucky, need it"

"I know baby, I know, my poor baby needs cock, doesn't she" His eyes locked with yours as he started to breech your tight hole, your breath catching in your throat at the stretch.

"Breathe, s'just me baby, swear you got my cock so hard-shit" He hissed as he pushed himself to the hilt, pulling out at an agonizing slow pace, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Faster Bucky, please-please need you" You tried to get him to move but he shook his head, feeling you flutter around him.

"First tell me what you call be princess, what do you call me when you're all alone with these sweet fingers"

Had Bucky not been holding onto you, you would have fainted; you had no idea he'd also heard the nights where you desperately moaned and came over and over again thinking of him. Bucky smirked against your skin, slowing down the drag of his cock again, snapping his hips suddenly making you squeal.

“C’mon darling, what was that you called me”

“DADDYY” you wailed, wrapping your thighs around his waist when he stated to pound you with a bruising grip around your waist, the clinks of glasses in the cupboards growing louder the harder he fucked you on the counter. "OH-GOD-D-DADDY"

"That's right, daddy's fuckin' you baby, makes me so hard when you call me that" Bucky groaned, thrusting faster, already on the brink of an orgasm. He could feel his cock swell each time you moaned or whimpered, his hand sneaking down to rub your clit.

"N'look at this precious clit, s'this what you're always playing with baby? Always rubbing this needy little button, thinking on one can hear you?"

"F-fuck Buckyyyy" Your eyes rolled back, tears streaming down your cheeks when he rubbed you faster, your first orgasm choking his cock without warning. You couldn't formulate words, letting out silent screams, blinking pleasure consuming you.

"That's it baby, moan for me, cum for me, cum for your daddy baby, know you've never cum for anyone else, go on n'cum for daddy, make daddy proud" Bucky looked feral, grunting with each thrust, desperately holding off his own orgasm, needing to feel you cum around him over and over again.

"OH-DADDY-D-DON'T ST-STOPP"

"Look at you baby, such a good girl for daddy, giving daddy all of her cum" Bucky's eyes were wild, staring at where he cock split you open, his length and trimmed hair covered in your creamy mess. "Daddy wants all of his baby's cream sweets"

"OH FUCCCKK" You wailed, your juices squirting all over his crotch, making it impossible for Bucky to hold off any more as you clung into him.

"So fuckin' proud of you baby, made daddy's cock feel so good, y'know that? Y'make daddy so hard, so horny, you're gonna make daddy cum so hard angel, m'gonna cum so hard for you, Fuck-gonna fill you up bunny-take it-take my cum-fuck-FUCCKK" Bucky roared against your neck as streams of cum started to fill you, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. You were limp in his hold, passed out from pleasure, your combined mess dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.

You didn't even realize you were tucked under the warmed blankets, wrapped up in a pair of thick, muscular arms, Bucky's large chest acting as a pillow. You nuzzled into him while he softly petted you hair, blissfully unaware it was just the start of a very long night.

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eternityofend · 1 month

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SAVE THE COW

MILK THE MILKMAN.

Pairing: F!Reader x Francis Mosses. (18+)

[ TW ] MINORS DNI 18+

NSFW, Overstimulation, Whimpering, Slight praise kink, Unprotected sex, Riding, Submissive Francis, Dominant Reader, Porn with no Plot, Blowjob, Biting, Kissing/Making out, Aftercare.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, I apologize if it isn't that good.

"Mmm..."

You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.

You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.

But it was only right.

You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.

Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.

"[Name]-"

Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.

Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.

You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.

He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?

You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.

Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.

"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.

Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.

"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.

"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.

You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.

You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.

He was simply just so adorable.

Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.

"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.

"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.

You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.

"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.

Faster.

More.

You needed to hear more of him.

"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.

Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.

"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.

You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.

Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.

"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.

Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.

"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.

You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.

"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."

Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.

You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.

Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.

"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.

You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.

A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.

You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.

Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.

You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.

"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.

You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.

Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.

"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.

"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.

"More.."

You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.

Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.

"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.

You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.

"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.

Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.

A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.

"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.

"Now let's get you cleaned up.."

You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.

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