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waughymommy · 2 months

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WM: Breastfeeding Kink & Diaper play

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, Don't Read if UNDER 18

I startle awake from a throbbing pain in my breasts. Quietly groaning as I turn over onto my back not wanting to wake my sleeping little prince. My hand moves up to my big tits and oh god are they swollen. I’m not sure what’s been going on but for the past few days my breasts have been so tight and swollen and it’s just getting worse. I slowly begin to massage them in an attempt to ease the pain. “Oh fuck this isn’t helping at all” i whisper to myself.

I pull my loose tank top away from my breasts and look at the swollen mounds. The only time I’ve ever seen breasts look like this were when my best friend breastfed her little in front of me… wait. It can’t be can it? There’s no way I haven’t even been taking the special pills she had to take to induce lactation!

I open my phone to Google and type in “what can cause you to lactate?” I click the first site that pops up. “There are many things that can induce lactation such as Yada yada yada medications such a birth control… FUCK.” I whisper yell. I did not just accidentally induce lactation with the new birth control I’m on. Oh god we haven’t even had this discussion yet I’m not sure it’s even something he’d be into. But my breasts hurt so bad I need some relief.

I get up from bed as quietly as I can and walk into the adjoining bathroom. I flicker the lights on and keep the door open just the slightest bit incase my little prince needs me. I look in the mirror and slowly pull my tank top down. My tits spring out all heavy and full. “Fuck” I hiss quietly as I press down in the swollen flesh.

I slide my finger down to my nipple and begin to stimulate it. A milky liquid starts to drip out and I almost can’t believe it. I moan as my finger squeezes some more out. Oh fuck that feels good.

A quiet voice interrupts my ministrations “Mommy?” I look over to my left side and my little prince is at the bathroom door just in his princess t shirt and full diaper staring at my dripping nipples in wide eyed wonder. Fuck he looks so beautiful with his bed head and sleepy eyes. He rubs at his eyes and hold the door frame.

“Mommy what’s that?” He points to the liquid still dripping from my hard nipple.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about baby boy just turn your little tush around and go back to bed. I’ll be right there.” I say as I walk toward him and turn him around with my hands on his shoulders walking him back to the bed. He throws his head back and whines lowly, “but mommy I’m thirsty das why I woke up!” He says as I set him down back in bed.

He looks up at me and his eyes move back to my nipples and his lips part and drool seeps out. “Okay baby you just wait right here and mommy will get you a drink of water.” I move toward the door but he grabs my wrist and with those doe eyes of his staring up at me and says “But I wan mommy’s milkies!” He whines again. His tonight peaks out and he licks his lips. “I’m not sure honey we havent really spoken about this.” I say as I softly caress the side of his face. He leans his head into my hand and pouts.

“Please mommy please I just wanna try and see what it’s like. If you don’t like it or If I don’t like it we always have our safe word!” He trues to reason with me. And he’s not wrong so what could be the harm? I’ve secretly wanted this so badly for the longest time. I sigh and smile at him and nod.

“Okay sweetheart you won, let mommy get comfy in bed first.” He claps his hands in excitement and slaps a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I laugh as I crawl into bed and settle against my pillows. I pat my lap for him, “come here sweetie and lay side ways in mommy’s lap. Put you head right there in mommy’s elbow.” I maneuver him a little till he’s sitting just right, I cover him in the blankets and turn the low lamp on. A soft glow covers the room as he looks up at me with his lips slightly parted. I can tell he’s just as excited as I am. My sweet little boy.

“Alright baby boy open those pretty lips for mommy.” I hold my boob up and my nipple leaks as I pull it and drop it in his waiting mouth. His lips close around my nipple immediately and he begins to softly suck. It takes him a few moments to really get the hang on how to latch on but soon his tongue is working in overdrive and hes suckling away like his life depends on it. I a gasp at the strength of his suckling and softly run my hands through his brown hair. “Sweetheart mommy isn’t going anywhere you can drink slowly, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” He closes his eyes and the suckling gets softer as soon as he realizes I’m not gonna snatch my nipple away from him. I moan quietly as I watch him drink.

He’s such a sweet little boy suckling on his mommy’s nipples. I slide my hand down to his diaper and rub at his diapee covered cock. It’s so hard. I won’t lie my panties have absolutely socked through at this point. The feeling of his tongue lapping at the milk from my tits is just so erotic. He moans as my hand continues it’s rubbing.

His hand reaches for my other leaking breast and he begins to fondle the nipple. Pulling and clutching at it, the milk dribbles done his fingers soaking them. I can’t help but moan out at the feeling. “Oh sweet boy that feels so good. You’re such a good boy just keep playing with mommy’s nipples like that.” I say a little breathless.

I slip my hand into his diaper and just as my hand reaches the tip of his little cock he begins to piss right into my palm. I laugh a little and look at him a she pauses his suckling. His cheeks flame red, “I’m sorry mommy I couldn’t hold it.” He’s so fucking cute.

“It’s okay baby you can go pee when you need to you know that. It’s why you have a diaper on to be able to lose control over your bowels and bladder whenever you need.” His stream continues as it hits my hand and I press down on the slit it’s pouring out of feeling the force of it. His piss is so warm on my hand as it fills his already soaked diaper.

He smiles and nuzzles my breast and begins to suckle again as he pisses in my hand. He’s so fucking sexy sometimes I can’t believe he’s all mine.

My sweet little boy.🍼😍💦🥰

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aves-ery · 1 year

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Hands-On (You); W. Maximoff

pairing; professor/tutor!wanda x fem!student!reader

summary; your biology professor decides you need extra lessons on anatomy, you decide to give your lover (and also your professors colleague) a hands-on lesson to prove how much you know

warnings; smut 18+ only, unspecified age gap, teacher and student relationship, mommy kink (r also calls wanda momma a few times), pet names, cum-filled strap-on (w receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, degrading (if u squint), finger sucking, choking, boob fucking?, squirting, spitting, r being a tad aggressive at the end, basically just r being an absolute animal for wanda

you love your girlfriend, so much. so much it hurts. hurts when she barely looks at you while your standing in the doorway of her office while she chats away with mrs romanoff about you like you aren't there.

"no i totally understand. she should be taking your class more seriously. i'd be happy to help," wanda looked at you briefly, her previously red hair now dyed blonde, and a sly smile.

"thank you again wanda. like i said, i'd do it myself but i dont have time with everything going on." mrs romanoff stood up and wanda smiled.

"its never a problem. I'm always willing to help a friend," wanda looked at you finally, and smiled softly at you. something anyone else would brush off. not you, you know what that meant.

the second natasha had walked out, wanda shut the door and locked it tightly, turning towards you with her back on the door. "poor baby, struggling in a class," wanda walked towards you and cupped your sleepy face, "coulda just asked mommy for help, doll face." she smiled softly at you.

" 'M sorry, mommy. can i give you a kiss?" you asked politely, leaning your head into her hand.

"oh, baby you never have to ask," wanda kissed you deeply, and your mind went numb and kissed her back. wanda made you numb with touch, you were consumed by her. all you wanted to do was make your mommy feel good

her hands found their way to the curve of your back, and she pulled you in deeper. her brows scrunched and she pulled away, "so you have a problem with anatomy, huh?"

you felt dumbed down, especially for someone in medical school, but you didn't mind much. when she allowed you to turn your brain off and just focused on her was when you felt the most safe. wanda never made you feel stupid. you nodded at her, burying your face into her pale skin.

"alright, lets get you home, sleepy girl. you can take a nap and we'll start our lesson after," wanda kissed your forehead and scooped you up. she made sure to check the window facing the parking lot, glad it was basically empty. she knew there was always the risk that a student would catch you, but you had always made sure to hide yourself well.

wanda carried you out to the car, your legs wrapped around her waist and wanda holding you tightly. she set you in the passenger seat, kissing your lips and buckling you in. you almost fell asleep right there.

the drive home was a long 30 minutes, wanda's house being a decent distance from the city. it was a large house in the country, far away from anyone else. no one to be scared of here.

wanda had picked up your sleeping body, carrying you into the house. you stirred, your arms tightening around the back of her neck. "mh, welcome back sweets." wanda kissed your temple and set you on the kitchen counter. she had taken off her blazer, left only in a white tee and black slacks. "hungry?" she held up a box of noodles.

"mhh, no, id rather be eaten," you said, slowly unzipping your jacket, revealing the tanktop crop top you were wearing. it fit your breasts perfectly, they were covered in love bites, and your stomach was toned perfectly.

wanda stopped in her tracks, the noodles pouring out on the floor. you giggled softly and batted your eyes at her, stepping down from the countertop. you slid your jeans off your hips, now revealing the pretty pink lace panties you were wearing. you stepped closer to her, cupping her face with your pointer finger, "what have you told me about messes, mommy?'' you asked teasingly. wanda gasped, and fell to her knees to pick up the mess she made, throwing them back in the box.

she stayed there on her knees, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "well, why are you just sitting there? give me my lesson," you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into your cunt. "get to work, mommy."

wanda gasped, inhaling deeply and groaning. she slid your panties over with her finger and bit her lip. "your soaked already. i haven't done anything." wanda looked up at you.

"just thinking of you gets me worked up. please touch me. been like this all day," you said, tangling your hands into her blonde locks. wanda smiled before licking up your cunt. "oh, just like that baby,'' you closed your eyes and gasped.

she was eating you perfectly, licking your clit at just the right angle. you were riding her face, gasping for air constantly. like you were being drowned in pleasure. her tongue was thrusting into you and her nails gripping the back of your thighs.

"shit, mommy. youre so good. gonna fucking cum, shit," you threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. wanda looked up at you, sucking harder at the sight of you so blissed out. one of her hands trailed to your cunt, slipping two fingers inside. your knees buckled and you gripped the counter tightly.

the older woman picked you up by the back of your thighs and laid you on the counter. "gonna fuck you so well, baby." she said. her fingers curled nicely inside of you, hitting that spot each time. your legs started to shake.

"oh god, 'm cumming, mommy. just like that please don't stop. you're so good at that." you moaned into the room. your legs tightened around wandas head, and for a moment wanda thought this would be the best way to go out.

when you calmed down, wanda pulled away and slipped her fingers into your mouth. you smiled at her and sucked on them softly.

her fingers slipped out of your mouth with a 'pop' and you smirked at her. even though your legs were still trembling, you stood up and practically drug her to her bedroom.

you sat her on her large king-sized bed, and pulled her shirt off of her. her breasts were cupped by a red lacy bra. you groaned and took it off immediately.

your mouth left wet kisses all over her chest, quickly forming love bites everywhere you could. wandas hands were in your hair and she was a mess.

after her chest was covered, you pulled away and walked to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the bottom drawer, and shuffled through it. wanda rarely let you top, so you barely wore the strap. however, you definitely knew how to use it. you were gonna prove it to wanda.

you adjusted the straps to fit your hips perfectly before looking at your lover, "wanna make you feel so nice," you kissed her hip and looked at her lovestruck.

"oh baby. make mommy feel nice, mkay? use me how you please," she cupped your face and smiled down at you.

you shimmied up to her, giving her a loving kiss on her lips before lining up the strap with her entrance. you pushed your hips forward, gasping when the hilt of the strap brushed against your clit. wanda also let out a gasp, her eyes looking lovingly into yours.

you slid out of her, before slamming back in. wanda moaned, scratch your back. "fuck just like that, babygirl," wanda hissed. it only spurred you on, letting out a low growl and picking up the pace.

wanda's legs started to shake, and you grabbed her ankles, setting them on your shoulders. the blonde's eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan that sounded straight out of a porno.

"just wanna make you feel good, wanna make my momma feel nice," you said, your hand finding her neck. you applied just enough pressure to send wanda spiraling.

"oh fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum," wanda hissed, her legs trembling against your shoulders. you bit her ankle softly, and nodded.

she let go against you, and you were pushed out of her cunt as she squirted onto you. you let out a soft gasp, setting her thighs down and rubbing them softly.

wanda was still gasping for air, her eyes shut tight. you never had this happen before, at least you've never made wanda squirt. you felt a little proud, but quickly got up to grab a wet washcloth.

when you came back, wanda had sat up, her head tilted back and her legs still lightly trembling. you smiled up at her and washed her thighs. "you were so pretty, momma," you said, kissing her shoulder.

"you did great baby, 'm sorry you didn't finish again." she said softly, stroking your hair. you softly smiled and shook your head.

"its okay, you were amazing." you looked down at her thighs, catching a glimpse of her boobs. a rush of heat spilled down into your cunt, and you quickly looked away.

"i have an idea, c'mere," wanda pulled you up towards her, "now sit up on your knees," she said again. you obeyed and smiled down at her.

you watched as she cupped her own tits, brushing them down your strap. you let out a gasp, "oh god,"

"use me princess, cum all over me," she hissed. not even moments later, you were bucking your hips in between her boobs. desperate whines leaving your mouth

"wish I could actually feel you- bet your boobs feel so nice. already doing so much for me. you're so pretty, so so pretty, mommy. gonna cum," your hands tensed up and you couldn't move them. when you finally got the action back, you growled lowly and pinned her hands above her head. "stick your tongue out," you hissed.

"what?" wanda tilted her head, confused. you huffed in frustration and forced her mouth open, squeezing her jaw.

"so fuckin' dumb, just be quiet, lemme use you," you spit in her mouth after and wanda gasped. "cumming, get ready for my load, sweets," and after that moment you squeezed the hilt of the fake cock, fake cum spurting out as your orgasm washed over you.

you pulled away, flopping down on the bed and regaining your breath. "oh my god," wanda laughed.

you tilted your head and looked at her, "what?

"nothing. i just- i definitely need to let you top more often."

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #marvel #wanda x you #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x female reader

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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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Hi!!! This is my first ever ask so sorry if it’s weird lol. Out of all the 141 boys, who’d you think would be most likely to sneak lactation pills into readers food in hopes of reader coming to them for help??? I can’t stop thinking about it and I need to know your thoughts too

no worries at all!!!!! i did not realize lactation pills were a thing though omg this is wild to me

here's my ranking from most to least likely: price, ghost, soap, gaz

i'll be honest, i only put soap below ghost because when i did some googling the Internet said lactation inducing medicine can take several months to work and soap does not have the patience for that lmfao

anyways price is the most likely culprit for this (imo) because that man is the walking definition of a Breeding Kink. he wants you knocked up and pregnant the moment he decides he even wants you. it's his first fucking priority. he'll start slipping you lactation supplements concerningly early in your relationship (because of the aforementioned several months) and masks the way he feels you up in the shower as horniness instead of medical curiosity lmao

also i personally don't see the appeal in drinking breast milk but John Price sure does. that man is drinking you dry, and tbh it's lowkey better if you don't actually have a baby to feed because he gets to keep all your milk for himself

ghost would do this and like 10 other things to keep you as reliant on him as possible. he just wants you to come to him for everything, and he's far from above manufacturing a reason for you to need him. and with breast milk drinking, it's just another way for him to consume you, another part of you he can literally drink down. of course he's into it. that man starts salivating the first time you complain about your tits being sore

(also ghost is totally a dominant freak but tbh there are certain versions of that man that i think have a very deeply buried mommy kink)

soap would do it just because he's a fucking freak. he sees like a singular porno with breast milk drinking and is like "I Need That Now" and starts slipping you the lactation pills. tbh he probably just gets into a routine of doing and forgets about it after a while, by the time you actually start lactating he's like "oh hell yeah" because he just completely forgot

gaz would probably suggest that you take them while you're pregnant, and he just ends up being fucking obsessed with the milk you produce. before the baby's come, it's got to go somewhere and he deems it an insult to just pump and throw it away :/ he'll lay on your chest for as long as you'll let him lmao (and maybe keep slipping the medicine to you post-baby and post-baby-being-weened)

#this ask is fun for me bc sometimes i like to write for kinks i don't enjoy just to see if i can do it lol #see: half of kinktober tbh #let me know if this is terrible so i can never do it again #john price x reader #ghost riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #gaz garrick x reader #asks and answers #bo writes

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candiid-caniine · 6 months

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Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

#t4t nsft #asks #gen #denial #h/d #advice #💫 anon

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m1lfsh4ke · 10 months

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Okay if this is too fucked I apologise but anyways here's my request. Please feel free to say no! I completely understand. Could you write a Marilyn x fem reader smut fic? Reader and Marilyn have been together for a while, and Marilyn is so set on knocking reader up, even keeping a little breeding schedule. It could be g!p Marilyn or hot mommy who's somehow gotten her hands on needles, and other medical equipment she's not supposed to have or isn't even exactly accessible to the public to get her girlfriend pregnant. Oh and some mommy kink if that's okay with you. Ermmm, yeah, thank you ❤️

Happy anniversary

tw: smut + heavy breeding kink + mentions of pregnancy + mommy kink + choking + praise + soft degrading? + intersex Marilyn Thornhill

Marilyn Thornhill x fem!reader

Today marked the second year of your relationship with Marilyn, a huge celebratory night. The two of you had been so caught up with work that you worried if she’d forgotten all about today.

You sighed, a little upset by not receiving a phone call from her all day. You entered the house, softly greeted by Marilyn as she ran up and kissed your cheek.

“Hello my love…” she softly smiled, pressing the most delicate kisses on the jugular of your neck. Normally you’d like this, but tonight was just a little upsetting.

It saddened you to think that Marilyn could’ve forgotten all about today. You’ve wanted to disregard the idea and tried using her “being tired from work” as an excuse, but that came to no avail.

You greeted Marilyn back, kissing her forehead in hopes that she wouldn’t sense something was troubling you. You were wrong.

It’s like the women can read right through you. Her eyebrows furrow in the most softest way possible. “I guess work wasn’t great today, hm?” God. I wished that was the case. You nodded, allowing the redhead to take your coat off and place it on the coat hanger.

“I’m so sorry to hear about that, baby..” she paused, caressing your face with a hand. “I have something for you upstairs that’ll hopefully cheer you up,” her voice was now alluring. Soft and affectionate that you always struggled to say no to.

You raised an brow at her but she insisted.

Her hand softly grabbed your wrist, guiding you upstairs as her hips softly swayed with each step going up until you’ve stopped at the outside of your bedroom.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” Was the words that had left her lips when she opened the door, greeted with a variety of scenery in your bedroom.

Your shared bed, sprinkled with rose petals that trailed from the door. Champagne, along with two wine glasses placed on the table across the bed. The curtains pulled back, letting the view of the city and tall buildings illuminate the inside of the bedroom. And last, dimmed lights on either side of the bed allowing a soft golden color to fill in the dark colors of the room the city lights couldn’t reach.

“Oh Marilyn..” you breathe out, turning back to place a kiss on her lips. “I-I thought you forgot-“ the confession seemed to surprise her.

“My sweet girl.. how could I ever forget?” She huffed on a giggle, wrapping her hands on the junctures of your neck, pushing you back as your lips connected.

You fell onto the bed with a yelp, Marilyn smiling into the kiss. She crawled on top of you, one of your hands going to the back of her neck as the other helped you prompt yourself up by the elbow.

“B-baby..” she breathed out, feeling your lips trail down to her jawline when you pressed open-mouthed kisses.

You hummed in response, sucking on her soft, delicate skin leaving a prominent mark. She continued to groan at the contact.

She slipped between your legs, catching you off guard when you let out a soft moan.

“M-Marilyn..” you breathed out, looking up at her gaze with wet eyes. Definitely made from arousal.

“Fuc-pl-please” you were now begging, bucking your hips up to hers, feeling her bulge form. Your breath pitched in your throat when you felt her rocking back.

“Fuck, baby,” she let out this guttural moan, finally giving in and undressing you until you were left bare. She took a moment to look at you. To admire your perfect figure.

Then, you began to discard her clothing, gasp when the tip of her dick softly hits her stomach.

…

“Fuck!- pl-please fill me up!-“ you couldn’t bare with her teasing anymore. She had you bent over, your knees holding yourself up as she continues to finger you, letting your juices drip on the white sheets.

“That’s not a way to talk to me, is it?” Her tone sounded disappointed, adding in a third finger that made your eyes roll back.

“N-no!-“ you wanted to cry. The aching not wanting to go away any second if she continues to fuck you in such a slow and brutal pace. “Pl-please use my holes for your pleasure!- it was only meant for you!-“ you didn’t know what washed over you, but that was suddenly something new.

Marilyn groaned at your confession as she lined the tip with your entrance. With one thrust, she was already inside you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream from her filling you within a thrust. She felt your walls tighten around her, “Jesus sweetheart, am I too big for this tiny hole? Is mommy stretching you out?” Her voice was breathless.

You couldn’t speak, let alone even a single word. So instead, you arched your back down lower, making Marilyn’s breath caught up in her throat as her hands press on the back of your arch.

“F-fuck.. you’re so fucking tight, taking me like a good girl, hm?” She was stuttering. “You want me to fill you up this badly, sweet girl?”

“Y-yes!- l-let your cum leak out of me, please!-“ you were screaming, causing the redhead to tightly grip at your waist, pulling you back as she pushed with her thrusts.

Soon after, Marilyn’s hand went to grip onto your hair, pulling you up until you two were back to chest. Her thrusts were now replaced with relentless pounding. Moaning and skins colliding filled the room along with your wet entrance. You couldn’t grasp onto the headboard, so instead, your hands flew back to the sides of Marilyn’s thigh but that became a disadvantage for you.

Her left arm held your arms behind your back as her right pressed against your throat, pressing kisses on your shoulder.

“M-Mar-“ “you don’t understand how much I’ve wanted this, Y/n.” You groaned, head falling back onto her shoulder, now making your jawline reachable for her to kiss. “Please, let me fill you.” Her voice came off as a whimper, like she was begging for this.

You whimpered out something that was probably like ‘oh god, yes please- m-make me yours forever, mo-mommy!-‘

“O-oh god.. there-right there, I’m so close-“ you gasped out, eyes shutting when you reached euphoria.

This didn’t stop Marilyn’s relentless pace. Her hand left your throat to trail down to your hardened clit. Your hips twitched at the contact, almost falling over but Marilyn’s grip was stronger to hold you.

“I-I know baby.. just a little more, okay? Mommys almost done..” she was breathing hard. Pressing open mouthed kisses on your shoulders as she trailed off to your neck, leaving a mark.

“F-fuck!-“ her curse was high pitched, allowing you to fall back down onto the bed, leaving your back to arch down again as Marilyn’s hands braced her weight on the headboard above you, now making her thrusts faster.

You spread your legs a little wider, causing you to scream out her name as her dick pressed deeper inside of you.

“Go-gonna cum, sweetheart, I’m so clo-close..” she was panting, her glasses almost dangling from her face that she didn’t care to fix.

“Mmph, fuck!-“ she whined, feeling your hips pull back as your hips met with her thrust. “Please, fill me up with your cum mommy- I want it so b-bad..” her thrusts came to a halt, making you fuck back into her.

She watched as your hips grind and circled her, making her throat instantly dry when she saw your wetness shimmer on her dick whenever you pulled yourself forward.

“B-baby, just like that!- making mommy feel so good- so so good!-“ she was now moaning. Taking one hand off from the headboard to hold your waist when she started to move again.

Your moans grew higher and higher until you felt a warm string of liquid shoot into you. Marilyn didn’t stop. She continues to bruise you with her harsh pace, making sure she got every single drop out of her system.

“It feels so good, Marilyn, f-fuck!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, releasing for a second time that night. You managed to squirt around her cock, making her moan and whimper out your name. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!-“ her moans were needy. High pitched when she finally finished and pulled out.

Your hole gaped as her cum leaked out. Marilyn’s eyes glistened at the sight. She was enamored by your fluids mixed together that she lowered herself, kissing your folds before she turned you around to lay on your back.

“M’ fuck.. I love you so much..” you panted, wrapping your arms around Marilyn’s shoulder to bring her down, kissing her sweetly.

You licked the bottom of her lips, tasting the both of your fluids mixed together that made you let out a soft moan from the back of your throat.

“Happy anniversary, my love..” she murmured against your lips.

…

A/n: my motivation to do anything has been so low lately, I apologize. My work had been shut down temporarily due to a gas leak from the other building so idrk what’s my excuse😭

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iznsfw · 1 year

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Sweet Talking

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 2 - Miyawaki Sakura

LE SSERAFIM's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader Smut

1192 words

Categories: dialogue only, dirty talk, mommy kink, masturbation, phone sex

Wanted to try dialogue-only smut. I'm just trying it out so it might be bad. I promise I'll redeem myself with a better Kkura fic.

"Hello?"

"Miss Miyawaki?"

"Oh, is that you, baby boy?"

"You can drop the nicknames. We're here to talk about our investments, remember?"

"Investments? We can talk about that later. All that droning about the stocks and the staff are just so unattractive, hon. Ladies don't like that, you know."

"Look who's talking about unattractive."

"Ha, don't pretend you don't find me hot. Who's the one who begged me to drain your cock in the storage room? Or laid down while I rode you?"

"...."

"That's what I thought. We're here to talk about what I like. Which is—"

"—sex, as usual."

"Smart boy. I was thinking about you all day here. Was so upset you couldn't come since you were sick, so I thought to call you."

"How kind of you, Sakura, but I don't need you right now. I'm gonna hang up now and take my medications. Goodbye."

"Wait, wait!"

"What? This better be good."

"I need your help."

"With what? Eunbi can help you with the files."

"No! I'm still so wet from thinking about that time you first fucked me. God, you looked so hot panting like that. Mmm, I'm so wet."

"Sakura—"

"I want you to help me get off. I need it."

"W-what do I get in exchange for it?"

"Mmm, I'll, hah, take over your work duties. Do the accounting and all. Please just help me get off, please."

"Wow, mommy's begging? That's new. You must be really desperate, mommy, to have you beg your baby boy to get you off."

"Hnn, yes I am."

"Just imagine it's my cock prodding at your pussy instead of your fingers. It'd feel much bigger, right, and so much better? It would stretch you out so well. And you'd become so wet that you just beg and beg for more? For more cock stuffed down in your cunt, for me to go faster?"

"Ohh fuck. I need you so bad, baby! I—"

"I could hear you touching yourself. Does it feel good? Do you imagine that it's my thick tip running against that tiny clit of yours, making it twitch and pulse?"

"Fuck... yes—"

"—Then I push all of my dick inside you without a warning. And you'd squeeze down so tightly that you drain me too early after just a few minutes. But you don't really mind at all, do you, mommy? You're a slut for your baby's cum, and you'd take it everyday."

"Remember your place, boy. I only like your cock. If anything, you're the one who's a slut for me. I sucked you off once and you couldn't get enough. I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

"That would mean more laundry, mommy, getting those panties soaked."

"Assuming I had any."

"Wow, mommy, you really are so promiscuous."

"You can't blame me, hon. Sometimes I see you at the office with your bulge barely hiding itself, and I get so wet I have to call meetings off. After that I rub my clit in the bathroom, imagining that it's your cock who's doing it."

"Naughty mommy. Are you doing it right now? Rubbing your clit crazy to get off to my voice?"

"Yes, yes, fuck! I'm too... ffuh... sensitive. Your deep voice sounds too hot."

"Well then imagine this, mommy. I go over there and fuck you like the good boy I am, then cum all over you, ruining your work clothes. I'd ejaculate all over that pale, pretty skin you have, and you'll lick it all off. Because you love my cum, don't you, mommy? If it were up to you, you'd even go to work with your cumstained suit and tie."

"And I thought you cared about laundry. I don't mind though. But I wouldn't let you cum anywhere but inside me. I'll take all of it. I'd squeeze down on you until you never let a single drop go wasted. Your cum would be so warm inside me."

"Of course, mommy. Ah, I'm getting so worked up already."

"Same here. Fffuh—my tight walls would feel so good around your dick. They'd pulse and contract as you find my good spots, and my pretty little pussy's gonna squirt so much after it. Just kee pounding me hard and good, then you'll get it."

"Jesus, Sakura."

"Hnghhh... ahh, I feel so full."

"I can hear the sounds from here, mommy. God, your cunt sounds so wet. How many fingers do you have inside of yourself?"

"One... I can't cum too early yet."

"Aw, that's a pity, 'cause I'm going to make you. Put another inside, mommy. Slowly."

"Hahhh, okay. Fuck!"

"You already feel so stretched after two? You should really practice taking them. What will you do when I fuck you again?"

"P-probably cum a little too early."

"That's right, because you love baby boy's cock too much. Now go faster. I will, too."

"Ohhh! Hnnnn..."

"You're going really fast, mommy. Should I tell you to slow down so you can catch up? Can your cute little innie take more?"

"O-of course it can. It can take a few more pounds... mommy can take more."

"I can hear the wet sounds from here. Your slit must be grasping at your fingers so well. What do you think we should do about that?"

"Talk to me... talk to me more."

"Alright. I'll talk to you more. I'll thrust myself inside of you the second we meet. From there, I'll pound you against the wall. I'll line up my cock and let it play with your clit then push all of me inside. You'd feel so full, even with it going in and out. And I'll do it in front of everyone. Yes, even the innocent interns."

"Gah, I love the idea. Don't think poor Minju's gonna like it though."

"Don't mind Minju. You'll be too wrapped up in, or rather, around me. Everyone will see how pink and cute your nipples are as I play with them. You'd let out the prettiest of screams. You're so red, but you want me to keep going, because secretly, you want people to know how much of a subby mommy you get around me."

"Pshh... hah, don't play around. I'm not a fucking submissive little brat like Yena is. I'm still your mommy, remember?"

"Should I stop then? Stop talking to you so you can edge yourself painfully?"

"Wait, no! Talk more to me, please, but not too much. Wouldn't want your throat sore since you're my sick boy."

"Thanks, mommy. But that's what I want for you. After we finish, we can get in the elevator and have you take my cock in your mouth. Make use of that dirty mouth you have."

"Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, baby!"

"Get a third finger in there. Pound away until your legs have your cum on them."

"F-fine, okay, b-but it's too good! Too good, please, fuck!"

"Keep at it, mommy. Remember, I have to cum, too, and I'll do it to the sound of your pretty moans."

"Y-yes, please do, baby. And when you're well enough to go to work again, I'll make you do it again."

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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Shigaraki x Reader Mommy Kink

For @szshig

Smut. 18+. Mommy Kink.

Note: I am super unfamiliar with this kink so I hope it's not too far off from what you wanted!

You had been with Shigaraki for a while now. You watched him struggle through his fight with Machia, becoming more exhausted and damaged as the days passed by. You wanted nothing more than to take him in your arms and comfort him, but you knew things like that were reserved for private moments between the two of you, not something to be put on display for the rest of the League. And you were there when he defeated Re-Destro, standing at the edge of the crater Shigaraki had made, staring down at his badly injured form. It was like torture for you, seeing him broken and bloody and in pain, and knowing that rushing down there to hold him would undermine everything he’d worked for. These people needed to see his strength.

You waited patiently as he and the others received medical attention. He was bandaged up, and given a nice suit to wear to make his debut as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front. You helped him with his tie, giving him a look that you hoped he could understand. I’m here for you. I’ll take care of you. That’s what you wanted to convey as you casually patted his shoulder and watched him walk out onto the stage.

Afterward, he’d left with the Doctor to discuss some new way of acquiring more power. You waited nervously, because you didn’t trust that Doctor and you just wanted Shigaraki safe in your arms. And finally, he came back.

Now you’re sitting up in the bed, in a room they gave you at the PLF’s base. Shigaraki has been given his own room, of course, but he came straight to yours. You’re waiting up for him, wearing a sheer negligee. One thin strap slides down your shoulder as you look up at him, standing in your doorway. He steps inside and closes the door behind him, looking tired with his bandages and heavy, stuffy clothes.

There’s was a quiet moment after he shrugs off the coat and suit jacket they gave him, where he just looks at you, his face softening before your eyes. You stand up from the bed, not bothering to pull the strap of your negligee back up, allowing your full breast to peek out. You hold out your arms and say, “Come here.”

He crosses the room so fast you forget his foot is injured. He buries his face in your chest, wrapping his arms around your torso and clinging to you like a child.

You stroke his hair with one hand. “You must be so tired, Tomura. You’ve worked so hard!” You only call him by that name when the two of you are alone. It’s just another way to display your affection for him.

You feel him nod against your breasts. “But I did it, didn’t I? I gained control of this huge group.”

“Yes, and we’re all so proud of you.” Your voice is soft and melodic as you gently pull him closer to the bed. You ease the both of you down to sit on the mattress, wanting him to take weight off his injured foot as soon as possible.

“I haven’t really slept in weeks,” he says, his eyes sliding closed as he leans against your shoulder. He sits like that for a few minutes, and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep sitting upright. Just when you’ve decided to try to lift his legs into the bed and get him comfortable, his eyes open again and he looks up at you. There’s a subtle grin on his face, like the kind a naughty child with a secret would wear.

“You know I can’t relax until I’ve had my ‘milk’.”

You smile warmly at him, knowing exactly what he wants. You reach up and slide down the other strap of your negligee, letting the silky fabric pool at your waist, both your ample breasts now exposed. He leans in immediately, taking as much flesh as he can into his mouth, sucking gently while his uninjured hand gropes at your other breast. “That’s right, baby. Take all the ‘milk’ you need,” you coo at him, running your hands through his soft hair. It’s cleaner than it’s been in weeks, smelling like shampoo after he finally got to take a shower before his speech. Of course you’re not actually lactating, but Shigaraki loves pretending to milk you, and you love the feeling of his tongue circling your nipples, the look of bliss on his face as he softly kneads the plump flesh with his fingers.

You’re the only person in the world who has seen this side of him, this sweetness, this vulnerability. The other members of the League are aware that the two of you are romantically involved, but they’re smart enough to not ask questions, to never pry for details. Aside from the occasional teasing comment from Toga, none of them ever say a word about the two of you as a couple. You laugh to yourself sometimes when you imagine what they would think if they could see the two of you like this - Shigaraki greedily sucking your nipples while you caress his hair and tell him how proud you are of him. Maybe they would laugh, or be shocked, but you’re willing to bet that a few of them would kill to have this kind of love and care in their lives. You genuinely hope they find it someday. Unfortunately for them, Shigaraki receives the entirety of your love.

Shigaraki lightly pinches the nipple not being teased by his tongue, and you toss your head back in pleasure, both your hands buried in his hair. “Ahhh… that feels so good, Tomura.”

He continues for a few more minutes, then eventually pulls away. His face looks slightly flushed as he looks at you, then he presses his lips to yours. You lean back on the bed, pulling him on top of you. “Sleep now. You need the rest.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, sounding half asleep already, lying across you. After reaching over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, you rub his back gently until you hear him snoring. With Shigaraki safe in your arms, you finally drift off into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in weeks.

#Shigaraki x Reader #Shigaraki x You #Shigaraki Tomura #Shigaraki smut #Shigaraki #Shigaraki Fanfic

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deliriousfloral · 2 years

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taking care of you

pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

summary: natasha comes back home after a mission, tired and slightly injured. reader tends to her pains and a little something more. fluff leading to smut <3 and then more fluff because i'm deprived

warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni. slight mommy kink. oral (nat receiving), fingering (nat receiving). mentions of blood and a sprained ankle.

translations: malyshka - babygirl detka - baby milaya - darling

word count: 2.6k

i was almost deep in my slumber, cuddling my stuffed cat close to my chest when i felt a soft hand brushing against my cheek. i stirred awake at the touch, immediately recognising it was the hands of my lover.

"hi baby," her soft voice rang through my ears. i struggled to open an eye, but still managed to recognise the fact that natasha was still in her black widow suit.

i placed a hand over hers that was on my face, smiling as i did a little stretch, "hiii"

natasha shuffled closer to me, and i noticed she had a little limp. i looked up at her and saw a cut where her jaw meets her throat, and another on her temple.

"you skipped medical again," i stated, now sitting up, wrapping my arms around her waist to sit her down next to me but she held her ground.

she lets out a grunt as she put pressure on her leg that she was limping on. "it's nothing, i promise. i missed you"

natasha was gone for two weeks for this mission, and i missed her like hell too but i always told her to never skip medical. she hovers over me, her face now inches from mine, her lips threatening to catch mine in hers.

"you're limping and bleeding, it's not nothing. lay down," i said softly, my hands on her arms in attempt to lay her down on the bed.

the redhead lets out a groan as she sits down on the edge of the bed beside me. i got off the bed and kneeled down to help get her boots off.

"i can do it myself," she whined in annoyance as her hands attempted to get in my way but i easily swatted them away. i knew nat didn't like people doing things for her, but i also knew deep down, she found comfort in being taken care of.

her job literally is taking care of everyone else but herself.

once i got her boots and socks off, my eyes widened at the very visible difference in sizes of her two feet. her right ankle was red and swelled up.

"oh shit.." i heard her mumble to herself as she looks down at her leg.

"this is why i keep telling you to stop skipping medical after a mission," i nagged as i pushed her back by her shoulders, helping her scoot till she was laying down fully on the bed.

i stacked up a few pillows under her injured foot, elevating it. "i'll be right back," i said softly, leaving a chaste kiss on her lips before leaving the room to get an ice pack and our first aid kit.

when i came back, natasha had her thumb and pointer finger massaging her temple lightly with her eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

she looked exhausted to say the least.

gently, i placed the ice pack on her swelled up ankle, causing her to jump lightly at the sudden cold feeling on her foot.

i climbed up on the bed till i was sitting with my legs criss crossed beside her, the first aid kid open next to me.

"nice panties"

i looked over from the first aid kit to my girlfriend, only to see her with a smirk on her face, her eyes on my lace clad centre that was exposed to her in the position i was sitting.

i rolled my eyes, a blush creeping to my cheeks as i subtly pulled down my oversized shirt a little.

"wanna tell me how you injured your ankle like that?" i questioned as i started to clean the small cut on her temple.

natasha barely winced at the sharp alcohol hitting her wound, "you wouldn't believe me"

carefully, i pasted the bandaid cleanly over the cut and gently kissed over it before moving down to the second one right below her jaw. i examined it, cringing to myself at the thought that if the cut was just a few centimetres down and a little deeper, it could've been fatal.

"yeah? try me"

she lets out a sigh, stretching her neck out further for me. i couldn't help but bite my lip at the sight in front of me. i knew she was in pain but god, did she look hot with the dried blood around her throat.

"they tripped me"

my eyebrows knitted in both confusion and amusement, "what?"

"the HYDRA guys, they sneaked up on me and tripped me. like a bunch of elementary school kids"

my hand flew to my mouth as i tried to keep in my laughter. she looked down at me in disbelief, very clearly offended by my reaction.

"so you're telling me– the black widow fell for the old sneak and trip trick?"

she shook her head and rolled her eyes, a disapproving smile on her face. "i'm glad you find this amusing, detka"

a grin stayed plastered on my lips as i finished off tending the wound. like i did with the previous cut, i planted a kiss over the gauze.

my initial plan was to get her cleaned up and cuddle for the night. but when i heard her breath hitch with my lips on her neck, i suddenly had other plans.

my lips travelled from the gauze, to her prominent jawline and up to her earlobe.

"what are you doing, milaya," she breathes out as her hands fall on the sides of my waist, essentially pulling me on top of her.

i carefully adjusted myself to make sure i wasn't putting any weight or pressure onto her bad ankle.

"am taking care of you," i simply answered, planting my lips back onto her neck. it was only for a split second before her hands were on my face, pulling me up to bring my lips to hers.

a whimper threatened to leave my system as i felt her tug on my bottom lip. our bodies were now flush against each other, and i was getting more and more desperate to feel her skin against mine.

"off," i whined, tugging onto the tight fabric that is her black widow suit.

her chest heaves as she lets out a chuckle of amusement, pushing me away and i was now sitting up on her lower abdomen. she sits up a little, her hand reaching out to my cheek and i leaned into her touch.

"remember milaya, just because you're on top doesn't make you in charge."

and suddenly i was scared to speak.

"tell mommy what you want, baby"

i felt my breath get caught in my throat at the mention of the pet name. i leaned back down so my mouth was right next to her ear, my fingers trailing up and down the zipper of her suit.

"wanna take care of you, mommy. wanna make you feel good," i husked into her ear.

her grip on my waist tightened at my words, seemingly satisfied. "yeah, detka? wanna make your mommy cum?"

i nodded vigorously, my lips eventually finding hers again, her tongue automatically dominating mine. i felt her hand reach down to the front of her suit and i stopped her, wanting to be the one to take it off.

slowly, i unlocked the zipper and pulled it down, my lips trailing behind on the newly exposed skin. careful of her ankle, i finally got the skin tight suit off.

i was now hovering over her, my lips finding their way back to the skin just above her panties as my hands lightly scratched up and down her abdomen. just how she likes it.

i felt goosebumps rise on the skin of her stomach, making me smile. my hands eventually found their way to her back and unclasped her bra.

she tosses the bra across the room and my eyes lands on the beauty that is her chest. if it wasn't for her voice that took me back to reality, i could stare and drool at her all day.

"don't act like you've never seen them before, baby," she laughs and i blushed.

i moved back up and took a hard nipple into my mouth, immediately moaning at her taste. my hand took her other nipple in between my finger, twisting and flicking on it.

a small breathy moan left the older woman's system, her back arching further into my mouth and i could only hum in approval. but i wanted to hear more.

my hand moved down to her centre, as i moved up, once again being face to face with her. her eyes are closed, and i couldn't help but notice the dark circles under them, more prominent than before.

"you know we don't have to do this now if you're tired, nat," i said softly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

her eyes flew open as she shook her head in response. "no milaya, i definitely need this right now"

a face-eating grin made its way to my face at her response.

"now make mommy feel good, and maybe i'll reward you," she husked, her voice dripping in lust.

her words sent shivers down my spine and i felt myself clenching around nothing. i clenched my thighs together to relieve some of the tension i had going on between my legs, and this definitely didn't go unnoticed by the redhead.

she grabs my hand and guides it to where she needs it the most, and i was met with nothing short of a damp patch on her panties.

"can i take your panties off?" i asked in the most innocent-like voice i could muster as i looked up at her through my lashes.

natasha smiles down at me and nods, "go ahead, my love"

i felt as though i was a kid at the candy store, and i've just been told i could get anything i wanted. giddily, i pulled her panties down, biting my lip at the sight of her wetness.

i settled myself between her legs and looked up at her for permission. natasha gave me a mere nod and i took that as an invitation to lick around her mound, her inner thighs and right above the hood of her clit.

anywhere but where she needs me.

her hips unconsciously buck against my face, chasing my tongue. i knew she was not one to beg or even show any sort of neediness, so this was a sight to see.

"teasing isn't going to bring you anywhere, malyshka. do not make me angry"

there was an edge to her tone, her voice sounding so venomous and i knew that if i tried to push her any further, the night wouldn't end pretty.

i licked a stripe up her slit, intending to take my time and savour the addictive taste of her pussy. i moaned against her centre at the familiar, sweet taste. but all thoughts left my mind as i felt natasha grab a handful of my hair, pushing my head deeper into her centre.

i hummed and moaned at the feeling of being suffocated like this. god, if you wanted to take my life right now i wouldn't complain.

my lips sucked onto her sensitive nub, smiling slightly as natasha's moans filled my ears.

"mmm, that's it baby," she breathes out as her grip on my hair tightened, guiding my face right where she wants me.

her moans and praises were like music to my ears, combined with my mouth on her pussy– i was in heaven. i looked up to see her with her eyes shut, back arched, her hands squeezing and pinching on her own nipples.

i couldn't help but notice the aching between my own thighs getting more and more unbearable as i watched her unravel right in front of me. i clenched my thighs, whining at the brief pleasure it gave me. and if i could only sneak a hand into my–

"don't even think about it"

my hand froze where it was, mentally cursing at myself.

"fingers. inside me, now"

didn't need to tell me twice.

i brought my hand up to her entrance, middle finger poking and teasing at her hole. my mouth pulls away from her clit for a brief moment, and before she could call me out again, my middle and ring finger were knuckles deep in her pussy.

"fuck," natasha cries out, her hips bucking up to meet the pace of my fingers.

pumping at a steady pace, i brought my thumb forward so that at every thrust it would hit against her clit just a little. and every time it did, her hips would shake at the contact.

i thrusted my fingers in once and stopped, my thumb taking its turn to rub tight circles around her clit, eliciting the most beautiful, pornographic sound to have ever come out of natasha.

"that feel good, mommy?"

her hands released their grip on the sheets and held my face, bringing me up and connecting our lips. my tongue explored her mouth, as my fingers continued their work on her centre.

"oh god, you're doing so good malyshka.. so so good," she whispered in between laboured breaths as i buried my face in her neck, peppering kisses everywhere possible.

a few more thrusts and i could feel her walls clenching around my fingers, making it harder for my fingers to move. and i knew she was close.

i took my fingers out momentarily, my girlfriend whining at the loss but quickly moaning again as my fingers found her clit. i rubbed in quick circles, wanting nothing more than to witness natasha falling apart beneath you.

"wanna feel you cum all over my fingers, mommy. will you please?"

i knew natasha couldn't handle the mixture of my innocent tone and filthy things i say, and i like to use that to my advantage.

"keep going baby, fuck–"

my fingers sped up their movements as i continued whispering sweet, dirty nothings into her ear. her mouth fell open in an 'o' as she lets out a silent moan, my fingers getting drenched in her juices.

"you look so so pretty like this, nat," i breathed out in awe as my fingers slowed their movements, bringing her down from her high.

i watched as she finally relaxed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

i brought my fingers up to my mouth, looking her straight in the eye as i sucked on her juices on my fingers. she blinked, mumbling, "you're gonna be the death of me"

i grinned, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on her lips before moving off of her. she moves to curl into a ball, but i quickly stopped her, "hey, hey, your ankle, baby"

she looks down and sighs, "right"

i headed to the bathroom and washed my hands, before grabbing a wet towel for nat. she's definitely too exhausted for a shower now.

i walked back into the bedroom, smiling at my girlfriend who was now slightly sitting up against the headboard. i adjusted the pillows and ice for her ankle before starting to wipe her down with the fresh cool towel.

she closes her eyes shut and lets out a long, content sigh. there was a comfortable silence as i helped nat freshen up. once i was done, i tossed the towel aside, giving my girlfriend a fresh t-shirt to wear to bed.

i climbed up onto the bed again and right next to nat where she already had her arms open for me.

a sigh left my lips as i finally settled down, snuggled into her side. where i belong.

"i haven't given you your reward yet, detka," she states as she pressed a kiss onto my head.

i hummed in agreement, grabbing her hand in mine and bringing it to my lips, "i'll look forward to it"

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff gxg #black widow smut #black widow you #natasha romanoff x reader

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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OBEY ME MASTERLIST

SFW

Giving the bros something they really want for Christmas hcs

Bros react to you telling them humans need 8 hugs a day (hug HCs)

Bros with an S/O who's insecure about hip dips and stretch marks

The brothers react to becoming 3in

Quality time with the om! Characters

Holding Hands with the brothers

Sitting in your lap ft. The brothers

Brothers react to you asking "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Brothers react to you referring to them as your husband/wife on the phone

Married to/dating the Brothers but calling them a friend/acquaintance prank

Brothers help you with your T shot cw: needles

Bros with a fancy fashionista MC

Misc HCs

Not NSFW but Minors DNI

SFW pet play with Satan

Bros and safewords cw: angst?? Use of safewords

NSFW MINORS DNI

brainrot

Asmo brainrot cw: cockwarming

Simeon brainrot cw: chastity device

Simeon brainrot II cw: emeto/vomit, whump

Simeon Brainrot III

Levi brainrot cw: emeto/vomit, size kink

Bladder Shy Levi cw: piss

Diavolo brainrot cw: emeto/vomit, medical roleplay

Belphie brainrot cw: piss, somno

Belphie brainrot II cw: brat taming

Satan brainrot cw: feminization

Mammon brainrot

Mammon brainrot II cw: piss, pet play

Solomon brainrot cw: lactation

Beel Brainrot cw: feminization

Dia's dry orgasm cw overstimulation, cum eating

When You're Late (Mammon) cw: very long, piss, minor yandere vibes

sugar baby Lucifer cw: very long, minor cbt, daddy kink, filming during sex

random scenarios cw: feminization, dumbification, pet play, edging, size kink, sexting, voyeurism

Brothers sexting HCs

Dick HCs

Characters reacting to MC having a "monster sized dick"

Monster dick MC + mating press with the bros

Monster dick MC + mating press with the rest of the guys

Monster dick MC + charmed fleshlight with the bros and side chars cw exhibitionism, consensual somno, sounding

Big size difference between mc and the bros (mc is larger)

Pissing inside the OM! Brothers HCs cw: piss

Pissing inside the side characters cw:piss

Bros Dream Dom cw: light pet play

Side chars dream dom

Bros favorite positions

Om! Characters as camboys cw: exhibitionism

Omega HCs with the bros cw: omegaverse

Omega HCs with the side chars cw: omegaverse

Bros get pounded so hard the bed breaks

Side characters get pounded so hard the bed breaks

Wing/tail play with the demons

Virgin Lucifer HCs cw: corruption kink, overstimulation

Virgin HCs w/misc characters cw: piss, overstimulation, corruption kink

Exhibitionism and vibrators with the bros cw: exhibitionism

Brat/obedient sub alignment

Bros and Simeon react to MC referring to themselves as daddy/mommy

Dia, Barb, and Solomon react to MC referring to themselves daddy/mommy

Lingerie that the bros and side chars would wear for you

Bros and side chars giving you a lap dance

Bros and side chars react you mc giving them a lap dance

Punishments the bros would get cw: bdsm

Bros have wet dream next to you cw: somno, edging, overstim

Side chars having a wet dream next to you cw: somno

Bros wet the bed with you sleeping in it cw piss

fics

Hungry for You(r Scent) (Beel) cw: piss, scent kink, omegaverse, cunnilingus, trans Beel

An Accident (Satan) cw: piss, pet play, dacryphilia, master/pet, under-negotiated kink!!

Distracting milf Lucifer cw: erectile dysfunction, mommy kink, feminization, lil humiliation

Be Mine/And Everything Will Be Fine (mammon) cw yandere mammon, piss, breeding kink, possessiveness and obsessiveness, feminization, nipple play, toys, spit as lube

Cam Boy Mammon cw voyeurism, exhibitionism, overstimulation, edging, masturbation, toys

Attention Whore (Asmo) cw possessiveness, jealousy, blindfolds, brat taming, degradation

A Sinful Sunday (Simeon) cw piss, degradation, daddy kink

Levi's Lizard Trance cw hypno, mating press, dacryphilia, belly bulge, drool, vers two has piss

Beel's favorite beverage cw piss, feminization, exhibitionism (<- can be skipped)

Sick and tired (but not of you) (Asmo) cw: snz/sneeze kink, sick fic, intercrural sex, wingplay

Dizzy Kitty (Satan) cw: pet play, consensual hypno, spit kink, biting

Mammon the Monsterfucker cw: scent kink, monsterfucking, overstimulation, dumbification, degradation, breeding kink, knotting, ass play, blow job, piss, strangers to lovers, werewolf reader

Rumors and tea (Barbatos) cw: dacryphilia, overstimulation, begging, tail play, Barb calls you master, demon reader

Ecto-gasm (ghost transman Lucifer) cw: monsterfucking, voyeurism, cunnilingus

Curiosity killed the cat, but you're more like the cat who got the cream (Diavolo) cw: lactation, cum eating, tit fucking

The Hypnotic Collar (Levi) cw: consensual hypno, mommy kink, face sitting, collaring, cum eating, overstimulation

Mammon gets a promotion: sugar baby to lover cw: piss, pet play, brief CBT, cunnilingus, nipple play

Mammon's mom has got it goin' on (Lucifer) cw: mommy kink, feminization

Have your cake and eat it too (Barbatos) cw: feederism, cum eating, cunnilingus

Crybaby Angel (Simeon) cw: dacryphilia, size kink

It's a full day scene (and we're not in a play) (Mammon) cw: pet play, piss, degradation, praise, overstim, edging, toys, nonverbal subspace, feeding, dacryphilia, spit kink, minor scent kink

In A Trance (Lucifer) cw: consensual hypno, masturbation, daddy kink, cum eating, light CBT, degradation, nipple play, cunnilingus

short Levi fic cw: piss, mommy kink, cockwarming, overstim

Playing dress up (Beel) cw: spit, size kink, breeding kink, feminization

Burnout and Blowjobs (Lucifer)

Bruises and Bitemarks and Burnout (Lucifer) cw: degradation, dacryphilia, pain play, ropes, gag, (mild) CBT, spit

Playing with Dia's tits

Scaredy Cat Puppy (Mammon) cw: mommy kink, pet play, scent kink, praise kink, degradation

Asmo more like ASSmo cw: dacryphilia, spanking

Puppy! Beel cw: Pet play, Dumbification, manhandling, mention of blood, gag, edging, ruined orgasm

Corruption Over a Phone Call (Simeon) cw: masturbation, corruption kink

(Not So) Slothful Somno cw: somnophilia, piss, spit

April Showers Event Masterlist

#navigation #masterlist #spice #brainrot #sfw #obey me

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alice-morgue · 2 years

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Can I request the slender brothers and Asa Emory headcannons with an y/n who can lacticate ( but she is not pregnant ) and she has “mommy milkers ” . What would be there reaction ?

SLENDER BROS & ASA EMORY + A S/O WHO LACTATES (AND ISN'T PREGANANANT)

Warnings: Sexual Themes (with Offenderman), Asa (who is a warning in of itself)

Note: Some of these seem longer than others. Very sorry. Also, about the cabbage thing: my mom, who has had seven children, used it a lot to help make the swelling go down. Also once a I heard a baby crying and I started lactating. Oh, the joys of boobies.

Slenderman:

- Research fiend. Even if he knows much about things (seeing his age and because he genuinely likes researching), he still likes finding what he can to help.

- Learns that it could be a hormone imbalance.

- If you want help he's there to help you.

- If you're cool with it? He's still there to help you.

- Chances are he knew someone who had this happen to them as well. So he might know a little bit about how to alleviate any discomfort.

- "You probably have an excess of prolactin."

- "I'm aware of that, Slender."

- 50/50 he might bring it up in the bedroom (he's not as vanilla as you think).

Trenderman:

- Probably noticed when he was taking measurements

- He's one of those people that prefers to measure on the skin rather than on fabric like a bra (says it's more accurate)

- "Oh? Y/n, are you pregnant?"

- "No? Oh! That, yeah, they do that."

- Honestly, this isn't the first he's seen of it

- Chances are this makes your breasts sensitive so he's constantly finding the softest and most comfortable fabrics for you.

- Mostly hemp fabric (aka the best fabric)

- Will give you cabbage. Most of his friends are mothers that have said using cabbage helps.

- "??? Trender. I'm not-"

- "Take. It."

Splendorman:

- *Sudden bell noises*

- "You can lactate? And you're not pregnant? Hm, that happened with my mom years after Trender was born." (Trender being the last one born).

- One of the many cabbage believers.

- Oh, you don't want the cabbage? Alright. He's hungry anyway.

- tbh now he actually wants kids. He loves kids.

- Probably the only one to actually be friends with someone who knows exactly what's going on (i.e Mama Slender).

- Mama Slender might come down one of these days and talk about it with you.

- Splendorman isn't as clueless as depicted. He's the oldest brother and knows more than he lets on. Hell, he's big into reading. Meaning he probably has a book on the subject.

Offenderman/Smexy:

- ???

- it was a few days after you met that he learned this

- Another one to give you cabbage.

- "Here, take this cabbage"

- "Why?"

- "just take it."

- "Fender, I'm not pregnant."

- he's honestly excited, yet concerned

- tbh he did sense something every time he used your boobs as pillows.

- just has that ability

- Will definitely suck on them when y'all are in bed or use his tentacles to squeeze at them

- Be prepared to get a lot of Mommy Milkers jokes

- Oh, and his breeding kink shows

Asa Emory/The Collector:

- he noticed quickly

- Chances are, as he says, it's probably from hormonal imbalance from medication.

- Probably is 50/50 on getting the imbalance fixed or just allowing it to stay like that. It's Asa.

- Definitely runs random little tests.

- Considering it isn't from pregnancy, he wants to see how it would affect a human to consume it.

- So naturally, he asks if you can get some in a cup so he can give it to someone in his collection just to see how long they can live off of it.

- Might bring it into the bedroom as well

- He most likely has notebooks filled with his findings on all his little pets, he has one specifically for you (someone he doesn't count as a pet). There's an entire chapter based on your lactation alone.

#trenderman #slenderman #splendorman #offenderman #asa emory #the collector #creepypasta #trenderman x reader #slenderman x reader #splendorman x reader #offenderman x reader #headcanons #reactions

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cqsuanla · 3 years

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fury shakes the rafters

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. And that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean.

(inspired by jennifer’s body)

additional notes: mommy kink, dom/sub, bloodplay(?), dacryphilia, uhh pussy spanking, choking, unhealthy relationship, terrible aftercare

title from a song suggested by an anon: nobody by the crane wives

(ao3)

The light in the stairwell flickers, but it doesn’t make a difference, dim and dirty as it is. It buzzes distantly in your ears. You’re too focused on taking the steps two at a time to notice. You hold your groceries to your chest and fish your keys out of your pocket. If you were strong like Nat, you might just have knocked the door clean of its hinges with the force of your body. Instead, it crashes loudly into your wall, and you nearly fall on your face from the momentum.

In a bid to gain purchase on your wall, you sweep your coat rack over, and you stumble over it. The clatter makes you wince — you hope she’s in a good mood. It’s hard for her to process stimuli when she’s weak. You scramble onto your hands and knees, shoving scattered boxes and cans into the grocery bag.

Then, the rhythmic thud-thud of footsteps. You pause, exhaling as your eyes close.

“Drink?” in a monotone.

Yikes. You open your eyes, biting your lip. Steel-toed boots. You’ve told Nat a million times that this is a shoes-off apartment. She never listens, and you never argue more. Nat stays; she’s the only one who’ll stay. You can’t drive her away.

Her right boot rises, scraping against the floor, and you flinch. It just kicks a cereal box away so it can nudge at the shopping bag. The way she says your name, evenly, firmly, has you blinking rapidly, has your hands automatically shooting to the bag, following her prompt. Thank god the bottles are fine. You don’t know what you’d do if they had shattered.

You wiggle a beer out of the pack, and only then do you dare to make eye contact.

“Hi,” you murmur.

She gives you a brief glance, impassive, before snatching the bottle from your hand and returning to her spot on the armchair. “That fucking coat rack.” She flicks the cap off your side table, grungy and scratched up for this very reason. The cap bounces off the wall and disappears under the couch. “Just move it further in. You never listen.”

You did, weeks ago. You don’t say so.

The coat rack came with the place, and it was nice, so you refused to get rid of it. Nat hated it, hated that it was so close to the door in your already bite-sized entryway, but never enough to throw it out herself. But you did move it because her complaints were valid, and you wanted her to like being here with you, living here with you. Anyway, she stopped complaining afterwards. Not that you think she noticed — you supposed it was a minor inconvenience to her, the way a fly was, annoying when it was in your face but non-existent once it stopped bothering you.

Quietly, you move your groceries to the kitchen island, putting everything but your new medical supplies away. There are dirty plates in the sink, which you’ll wash after you make yourself dinner. You wonder what she’s eaten – you’d just bought two new steaks, but Nat likes a bowl of strawberry ice cream now and then.

The TV channel switches in the background. Nat snorts, and you peek around the wall to catch a report on the gruesome series of murders that have been happening lately. People in the neighbourhood hardly went out anymore, too afraid of the dark now. It would scare you too if you weren’t well aware you’d never fall victim. Nat was with you, after all, and you were with her.

You would be with her for as long as she’d let you. So, what if she was the monster in the dark? So what? It was Nat. Your Nat. She came back to you, talked to you, fucked you. It’s not like she was disembowelling you in some grimy alleyway. She kept most of the violence away from you because she cared. Anyway, like everyone else, she had to eat. You couldn’t fault her for that.

You’re pulling the gauze out of its packaging when Nat scoffs loudly at the news. They must’ve insulted her because she clicks the TV shut, practically inhales half her bottle and flings the remote onto the couch.

Then, she sets her sights on you, meek behind the counter, and raises an eyebrow. “Honey, the hall’s a mess. Clean it up.”

You frown. “You’re still hurt.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll eat tomorrow, and it’ll be fine.”

You don’t think so. The longer Nat doesn’t eat, the worse it gets. It’s how she’s in this mess in the first place. Nat’s ethereal after a feeding, next to omnipotent. But the guy she picked to eat last week turned out to be some sort of track star because he had booked it at the first sign of trouble, and she’d been forced to retreat when the sirens started blaring. The day after that, she picked a local thug as her next meal, and she’d been caught off guard by the switchblade. So, here she is: slumped on your couch and stitched up sloppily.

Her hair is limp, skin wane and dry, and in a bad enough mood that you can basically feel it every time you’re within a two-meter radius of her.

Her physical weakness emboldens you a little, makes you think you can get away with a bit of stubbornness. You pick up the gauze and tape and round the corner. A car speeds by, high beam making Nat’s eyes glint a deep green in the dark. The green follows you the whole way until she has to crane her head around to watch you slip her tank top off a shoulder.

Those eyes weren’t like that before when you first started dating. You don’t mind the changes, though. Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded.

“You don’t want to listen?” she asks, almost conversationally.

You know better. You clench and unclench your fist. Shakily, you lift it and tuck a hair behind Nat’s ear, hoping foolishly that it will placate her.

“Baby,” says she, like a gentle mother to a misbehaving child, “you should really listen.”

You trace the bumps of her stitches, staring hard at her shoulder so you won’t have to see that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean.

“At least answer me.”

“No, Nat,” you mutter, undoing the bandages on her bicep. “I don’t want to listen.”

To her credit, she lets you fix her up. Methodically, silently, you clean her wounds and rewrap them in new bandages. She doesn’t get in the way unless it’s to take a swig of her drink.

When you’re done with her arms and back, you move to her front. She’s got an ugly gash on her calf, bruised midway from where the man had kicked her bleeding leg. You imagine this is causing her the most pain, not just physically. Nat’s not great with sitting still. She’s independent to a fault, enjoying control to the point that it’s probably some sort of diagnosable complex, and this restriction on her mobility has her restless and irritated.

Looking down at her, at the space between her knees, you wonder if she’ll cooperate with you. The last time you tried to clean her leg, she’d torn your duvet in half and has since refused to let you look at it. But Nat tilts her head, coy, and gestures toward the space in front of her with her bottle.

“Scared?” she whispers.

You glance at her face just in time to catch her tongue tracing the jagged end of a canine. Mutely, you shake your head. She smiles wide.

“Liar.”

Of course. You’re always scared of her. For her, too. But you don’t think it matters; it doesn’t change anything. You just want to help her, be good for her. Anyway, she’s trying to get a reaction out of you. You refuse to take the bait, raising your eyebrows and wiggling the bandages in your hand.

“Fine.” With a roll of her eyes, she parts her legs.

As if dealing with a feral animal, you move slowly, cautiously, afraid to make sudden movements lest she starts getting violent. You squat down and reach for the cuff of her sweatpants.

“Ah, ah.” She slides the leg back, staring down her nose at you. You pause. “Kneel, baby.”

Her eyes — did the ring of green get thinner? Your lips part, anticipation beginning to seep into your body, and you comply. Once you’re settled, looking up at her, she makes that same careless gesture with her bottle. A go-ahead.

As you work, she shifts to put her beer on the table and then combs a hand into your hair. You tense, eyeing her nervously, but she only watches you, imperious, intense, and remains silent. Nevertheless, you pick up the pace, tossing the antiseptic aside and winding the gauze around her pale calf.

She’s startlingly warm under your hands. Ever since… whatever happened to her — she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the details — she’s run hotter than ever. You can’t sleep under a blanket with her anymore unless you’re shirtless; the heat would be unbearable. Not that Nat has any complaints about that.

“All done,” you murmur.

The lack of reaction from Nat gives you the courage to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the top of her knee. The hand in your hair rewards you with a gentle scratch, and you can’t help melting into a smile. She’s still got that air of arrogance about her when you look up at her, but she’s not glaring. Which is why it comes entirely as a surprise when she clenches a fistful of hair in her hand, yanking your head back, and slaps you clean across the face with her other hand.

You take the full brunt of her palm with a cry, almost toppling over were it not for the grip on your hair. Your cheek burns, and so does your eyes. Mostly from pain, partly from the shock of it, maybe a little from shame when you realize you’re getting wet from the rough treatment.

Nat tuts. “Crying already?”

You imagine you look pretty pathetic on your knees for her, eyes glassy.

“Don’t give me those eyes, baby; you know I can’t help myself.”

“I just wanted to help.”

“I know,” Nat says gently, tipping your head back again so you can see the false sincerity on her face. “You can fix this, you know?”

Your eyebrows furrow, thoughts racing a mile a minute to puzzle out what she means.

“Don’t think so hard. You’ll hurt yourself. I’ll show you how, dumb baby,” she coos as she nudges your chin with the knuckle of her finger, and you can’t help flushing deeply at that. Then, she offers a hand, and you take it, and she tugs you up into a straddle on her lap. “Come here.”

You instinctively wind your arms around her neck, clinging on. Beneath you, she tenses and lets out a low rumbling sound that resonates deep in her chest. You inhale sharply.

Teeth. Sharpened to deadly points. Poised over your neck. Nat’s breath comes short and hot against your skin, and her tongue, when it peeks out, drags wetly across your skin.

This has happened once before; the first night she’d come back changed. Like before, she noses at your flushed skin, teasing you with the possibility of damage, and trails her teeth down to your traps. Back then, she hadn’t bitten you. She won’t now, you think, you hope.

She sighs again, hovering over the meat of your shoulder and prodding her teeth against you. Doesn’t break the skin.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself. Are you scared?”

This time, you nod. Nat’s lips curve into a smile, and her hold on your thighs tighten enough to bruise.

“You should listen, sweetheart,” she says against you. The front of her teeth scrapes over you when she speaks, leaving red marks behind. “I hurt you less when you’re good. Don’t you know?”

“How can you be in the mood?” you wonder, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “You’re half dead.”

“Barely.”

It would take a lot more to kill Nat like this. Anyway, how could you be in the mood when your girlfriend’s cut up like this?

Nat stands abruptly, ignorant to your yelps and complaints, and dumps you back onto the couch in quick succession. Before you can even register what’s happened, she’s yanked your bottoms down to your ankles and has climbed between your legs.

Even after that, you don’t get the chance to speak. She wraps her hand around your throat and pins you to the cushions. You grab onto her wrist.

Her body bears down, and you break into a sweat, in small part due to nerves, some part because she’s shoving her hand up your shirt to grab roughly at your bra, but mostly because she’s near scalding. You’re convinced her blood runs at a constant boil now. You’ve grown to love the heat, though. With her, pleasure comes white-hot, and you’d want it no other way.

“Nat-”

“No,” she growls, and you get an eyeful of her monstrous teeth. She flexes both hands, cutting off your airway and squeezing your breast painfully. You whimper, wound tight as a coil. “Listen to me, baby.”

You look at her through hazy eyes.

“Those eyes again. God, I love you like this.” Foolishly, your heart clenches at those words. She rucks your shirt up and claws her nails down your front. Beads of blood bloom from the thin scratches she leaves behind. “You’re beautiful when I hurt you.”

Her hand nearly crushes your throat closed, but then she releases you, and you suck air in desperately. Your hands, shaken off her arm, reach for the sides of her head. “Nat,” you croak, tasting the salt from your tears on your lips. “Nat.”

She shakes her head, descending on your chest. It hurts – badly. “Be good for mommy.”

“Mommy,” you gasp out, arching into her mouth. She ignores your pert nipples, electing instead to lick and suck at the burn between your breasts. “Please, please.”

“Shut up,” she hisses. Oh, her teeth are still out. “Hands above your head.”

You obey, another sad sound crawling out of your abused throat.

The dark pits of her eyes drink in the sight of you, face crumpled in pain and need. A thumb wipes up the last of your blood, and she delights in smearing it across your cheek.

“Messy baby, clean up after yourself. It’s basic,” she chides, thumb still rubbing at your face as if she were fixing up some runny mascara. “Be good now.”

You don’t dare to speak, just nod and look pleadingly up at her. Your core aches from neglect.

She makes quick work of that, reaching down to feel the slick between your thighs. Humming, she smirks and very deliberately rubs her middle finger over your clit. You jerk up into her, mouth falling open even as you strangle your moan.

“I could do anything to you, and you’d still want me.”

Again, you nod.

“Where did my little liar go?” she baits. You shake your head. “Say ‘thank you, mommy, for letting me breathe.’”

It takes you a moment to gather the brain cells and say: “Thank you, mommy.”

Her smile widens, teeth back to normal. “Again, for the lesson.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

She brings her hand down on your cunt, full strength. You scream, jolting away from her. Well, you would have if she hadn’t pressed you down by the chest, entirely uncaring about the wound she’d left there. Tears leak out the sides of your eyes, trickling into your hairline.

“Thank me for that too,” she demands.

“Thank you,” you cry around a hiccup.

One more spank, and another, and another. Your legs kick uselessly against the cushions, body twisting after every awful smack.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Your hole clenches around nothing, slick leaking onto the couch. Then, two fingers dip into you, and Nat thrusts them up hard and fast. She’d shoved them in on a contraction, and it hurts for a second before she’s curling her fingers into the velvet of your walls.

She makes a pleased sound. “Tight as always. Makes me want to tear you in half, baby.”

You stare up at the ceiling. “Th-” She starts up a fast pace, digging her fingertips into your front wall. “Thank you!”

Her cheek rests on your chest, listening to the thunder of your heart. “We should try that big one.” Impossibly, your heart rate quickens at the thought, and you manage to shake your head. She laughs, the sound sharp and cruel, and music to your ears. “Maybe another time then.”

She sits up then, still working her fingers into your cunt, and moves her other hand to your mons. She pets gently over your labia, a sharp contrast to the vicious pace she’s keeping up. Your head spins.

“My baby,” she breathes, “good enough to fucking eat.”

But she parts your folds to press her fingers into your clit, circling them once, twice, thrice, and you’re so close. So desperately close.

She leans down, near delicate in her movements, and licks into your mouth. You taste copper and beer and the faintest sweetness. Urgently, you try to kiss back.

If she’s mean, she’d pull back and deny you the chance to come with her mouth on yours.

She must think that you’ve suffered enough, though, because she rubs her thumb at your clit and drives her fingers deeper into you, and you push up as far as you can into her body with a scream. You’re swallowed in molten heat, pleasure stripping away at you until you’re just bones on the couch.

When you come to, Nat’s pulling out some bandages for your chest. You’re too tired to do or say anything, forced into silence by her dominance.

She smiles at you, still not kind, but it doesn’t look bestial like before. Maybe just self-satisfied. She strokes your sweaty hair as she fixes you up, shushing you if you moan quietly from aftershocks or pain. You are in a lot of pain, bruised and scratched up as you are.

“Good girl,” she says when she’s done.

Finally, you muster the energy to grab her hand and say, “Thank you.”

She lets you hold on for a few seconds before pulling away. “Sure.”

You wish she’d hold you for a bit, but you don’t vocalize it. She’s been through too much in the last few days; you shouldn’t burden her—

“Don’t be fucking needy,” she says, suddenly and harshly. Your face must have given you away.

“I don’t mean to be,” you mutter, bringing your arm up to cover your eyes. Feeling stupid, feeling mad that you feel stupid, you say: “It would just be nice if you’d stay for a bit.”

A hand grabs your arm, yanking it away from your head, and you’re treated to a view of her scowl. “Where would I go?”

You didn’t mean it that way, but you don’t know how to get out of this hole you’ve dug yourself. “I-I don’t know.”

Out of nowhere, her hand slaps your cunt again, overstimulated, sore, puffy. You groan, curling in on yourself and hugging your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, Nat.”

She takes the opportunity to sit down on the end of the couch, where your legs once were. The TV turns back on, and you hear her take a sip from her can of beer. “Clean up the hall later.”

At least she stayed.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #dark!natasha x reader #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #dark #nat #mw #aaaaaaaaaaanyway

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blackypanther9 · 2 years

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Bullies ? – Fem!Loki x Wanda x Male!Reader

Requested from @lovefanfiction01

I am saying it now already, I made this a bit softer than you wanted, but I didn’t want anyone here now also call me out for me enjoying bullying and rape. You know ? Hope that isn’t a problem ! Enjoy !

WARNING: Multiple orgasms, masturbation, Fem!Loki and Wanda are bullies, Mommy Kink, squirting, Vaginal Sex, squirting on face, ass spanking, slapping AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

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Wanda and Loki were M/n’s main bullies in the Tower. He doesn’t know why, nor what he ever did to them. But whenever they were in sight and they spotted him, they started to bully him. Either they poured their dinks all over him or called him names or made him look like an utter idiot in front of the rest.

Today it was again like this. Loki and Wanda spotted him on the couch, reading the newspapers and drinking a cup of coffee. They both smirked at one another and nodded.

They went behind the couch and poured their water over all over him, making him yelp in fright and jump from the couch. He turned around and looked at the two laughing girls.

“You should have seen your dumb face !”, Loki hollered out.

“Just what did I ever fucking do to you two ?! Why can’t you just leave me alone ?!”, M/n yelled.

Usually he would have ignored it and walked away, but his Mother called him 10 minutes ago and she disowned him, blaming him for his Father’s death because he was very sick and he didn’t pay his Dad’s paychecks.

M/n didn’t even know that his Father was sick ! No one ever told him that. But his Mother didn’t even listen to him and, like always, said that his Sister was way better than him. M/n was on edge and very angry, so Loki and Wanda were the least he needed right now.

The girls stopped laughing and stared at him.

“Gee, didn’t know you don’t understand fun.”, Wanda said bored.

“Fun ?! FUN ?! YOU BULLY ME EVERY SINGLE DAY AS SOON AS YOU SEE ME !!! THIS IS NOT FUN !”

“Then why did you never tell us to stop, if you hated it ?”, Loki asked with a smirk.

“Because Bullies never stop anyways ! I am not that dumb ! I dealt with bullies all my damn life !”

They stared at him. M/n started to hug himself and just then Loki saw the unshed tears in M/n’s eyes.

“Why do you hate me so much ? What did I ever do to you ?”, M/n mumbled softly and then stormed off.

They stared after him and then turned to look at one another, flinching as M/n slammed his door shut and locked it.

“Is it just me, or was M/n very emotional today ?”, Wanda asked.

“He was close to spilling tears.”, Loki agreed.

“I thought he knew that we didn’t hate him…”, Wanda mumbled.

In truth they teased and bullied him, because they wanted him to fuck them as punishment, but instead they may have driven him away instead.

“Do you think something happened ?”, Wanda asked Loki.

Loki shrugged her shoulders, worried for M/n.

“M/n’s Mother disowned him.”, Tony’s voice appeared.

That shocked them.

“What ?! Why ?!”, they yelled.

“His Father was very sick and M/n didn’t pay his medical treatment. He didn’t know that his Dad was sick though, but his Mother didn’t listen and shoved, like always, his Sister is better than him in his face. He isn’t even allowed to his Dad’s funeral. He and his Father were very close, like best friends forever. He helped M/n through a lot. Now he is gone.”, Tony explained shortly.

“So that is why he was so down today.”, Loki mumbled and felt bad.

Then they thanked Tony for the quick information and went to Loki’s room. They sat down on the bed and then were thinking.

“How about we show him that we never hated him and our bullying and teasing was because we want to bed him ?”, Wanda asked.

“And how ? He is emotionally down and mentally shut off. He won’t get aroused and I don’t plan on forcing him.”, Loki sighed out.

“We could finger ourselves in front of him and tell him that it is his doing that we are so aroused. And we could cum all over his face.”

“And then what ?”, Loki listened.

“Well we can shove him out of the room, without his clothes and later when he cleaned himself up, we can see if he wanted us too.”

Loki was in thoughts, but nodded and smiled.

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The Avengers were all on a mission, besides Loki, Wanda and M/n. M/n didn’t know that the girls stayed behind and JARVIS didn’t tell him either.

All M/n wanted was some food and then decay in his bed, drowning in sorrow and depression. The two girls he was so attracted to, hated him since they met him. That was already very painful and he was happy to at least get SOME attention from them, even if it was only due to bullying.

We was walking passed Loki’s door, as it opened and he got torn inside harshly, making him yelp.

As he looked up he saw Wanda and Loki naked in front of him and he quickly covered his eyes.

“W-what do you want now ?”, M/n asked.

“You~”, Wanda and Loki purred.

With that they tore M/n’s clothes apart from his body, making him shudder and cover his cock with his hands, while clenching his eyes close. He will not be called a pervert now too ! They just play with him to see how far he will go ! He won’t play into their hands !

Loki and Wanda frowned as they saw him like this.

“Don’t you like our bodies ?”, Wanda asked a bit insecure.

“You are just testing me again… I will not be a pervert. I won’t. You can stop your games.”, M/n said with thick emotions in his voice.

So they actually broke him that far that he thinks they want to make fun of him now too. Great…

Loki went in front of him and pulled his hands away from his cock, then she kissed his cheek and hugged him.

“We won’t make fun of you.”

“We bullied and teased you so you bed us. We thought that was the way, we never were in a relationship before.”, Wanda explained.

“Doesn’t mean we will be nice now. We still have our own sexual nature.”, Loki told M/n.

“We can stop whenever you want.”

With that M/n opened his eyes carefully and Loki pushed him down on his knees.

“You just stay there and take everything like a good boy, okay ?”, Loki said.

M/n nodded carefully.

“Good.”

Loki planned to heal all his bruises after their session anyway, so she doesn’t have to be worried. None of the Avengers needed to know, nor worry about him.

With that Wanda started to spread her legs and parted her legs, rubbing her clit and moaning. M/n watched her for a bit and then looked away, thinking that he isn’t supposed to look.

Loki leaned over and whispered into his ear.

“Watch her. Watch her getting herself worked up. Watch her how wet she is just be seeing your damn face.”, Loki whispered and nipped his ear, making M/n moan.

You could see that he was getting hard as he watched Wanda work herself up. While Wanda did that, Loki pinched M/n’s nipples hard, making him arch his back and moan.

Wanda was now stuffing her cunt with 2 of her fingers and fucked herself on them, moaning. As she was close she grabbed M/n’s hair and tore it back, making him look at her cunt. He closed his eyes and then Wanda came squirting all over his face, moaning loudly.

While she came, Loki worked herself up already and when Wanda came down from her high, Loki was on the verge of squirting, so she pulled his face under her cunt and squirted all over him.

M/n licked his lips after, which got him a slap from Loki and Wanda.

“Did we allow you to taste us ?!”, Loki yelled.

“N-no sorry… It is just a reflex…”

“Keep it under control !”, Loki snarled and hit his left side of his chest with his nipple, making him whimper.

“Y-yes…”

“Yes what ?”

“Yes, Mommy…”, M/n mumbled.

With that Wanda and Loki pleasured themselves for at least 4 more times and always tore M/n’s face right underneath their cunts, so he will be showered in their juices. They hit his nipples and some times even slapped him. Loki even teased M/n’s hard cock with her foot from time to time, making M/n whimper.

As they both squirted all over him for the 5thtime each, he was soaking wet and they were exhausted for now. They needed to safe up for later. So Loki and Wanda made him stand up and then pushed him out of Loki’s room, then slammed the door shut in his face.

“What about my clothes ?!”, he asked them.

There was no response and M/n sighed, looking down in sadness. So they DID play him after all. He wasn’t even allowed to cum or touch them.

Disappointed and sad he went to his room and then took a shower. No matter how long he was taking a cold shower, his cock stayed stiff, so M/n took a deep breath and stroked himself.

He was moaning and picking up the pace, thinking about someone to fuck his cock. He didn’t dare waste his thoughts on Loki and Wanda, they didn’t like him. He made up a pretty girl, that he will never meet and how she bounced on his cock.

He was going faster and faster and finally he came hard. The girl he made up was only pretty though, because it was a mixture of Wanda and Loki. And as that hit him, he sighed and got out of the shower, dried himself and went to bed.

The sooner the day is over the better…

What he didn’t know was that Loki and Wanda watched him. After 30 minutes M/n was fast asleep and Loki and Wanda sneaked into his room.

Loki shoved 2 fingers into her cunt and started to fuck herself again and as she was close, she kneeled over M/n’s face and squirted on his face, waking him up with a start.

“W-What ?!”, he yelled confused in the dark.

Wanda turned on a small light and M/n saw Loki’s face in front of him.

“L-Loki ?”

Before he could say anything more, Loki punched him in the face, giving him a black eye, making him hiss in pain.

“What was that for ?! Oww !”

“How dare you little shit to masturbate yourself ?!”, Loki hissed at M/n.

“H-how-?”

Loki got off of him and then made him turn around and get on Wanda’s lap. Wanda rubbed M/n’s ass and the she smacked his right cheek.

“Oww !”

Loki spanked M/n’s left cheek while Wanda did the other. And they weren’t nice with the spankings. M/n was painfully hard after a short while and started to scream and beg.

Loki pulled him back by his hair and whispered.

“Now listen here you little hoe, you better fuck us good without cuming until we tell you to, or else you will never cum tonight. Understood ?”

“Y-yes Mommy !”

“Then get off of Wanda’s lap !”

Instantly he did and kneeled on the bed.

Loki laid down on her back and spread her legs.

“Come here you fucking aroused bitch.”

M/n obeyed and instantly sheathed his cock inside her cunt. They both moaned and Loki had to admit, he was big and he felt awesome inside her.

“Move.”, Loki said.

Immediately M/n started to move in and out of her, making her moan. He fucked her fast and rough.

“Such a good desperate toy~”, Loki moaned.

“Such a good Boy toy you are~”, Wanda purred and slapped his ass, making him moan and double his work.

“J-just for you, Mommy~”, M/n mumbled as he continued to pleasure Loki.

Soon Loki clenched around his cock and M/n whimpered as Loki squirted all over his cock and he wasn’t allowed to cum. It was so hard to keep it in…

Then Loki and Wanda switched places and M/n started to fuck Wanda.

“Come on, slut, you can do better with your little cock~”, Wanda said.

“What would other people only think of you, fucking 2 girls like a desperate little hoe~?”, Loki purred and spanked his ass, making him go wilder.

“Mommy~! Spank me harder~! Wanna fuck Mommy so good~!”, M/n moaned.

Loki smirked and continued to spank him. M/n fucked Wanda into oblivion, which she thought wasn’t possible.

And this went on the whole night. Until the next morning.

Next day…

The Avengers returned and spotted M/n on the couch, like normally. He had no bruises whatsoever. But the shocking thing was, that his two bullies slept on his lap. Loki was on his right side and Wanda on his left.

“Don’t wake them up.”, M/n said and got back to reading on the couch and sipping his coffee.

The rest of the Avengers only had one thing in all their heads.

What the fuck happened while they were gone ?

I hope this is good enough !

Masterlist here !

#Loki x Reader #Wanda x Reader #Fem!Loki #Male!Reader #Dom!Wanda #Dom!Loki #Sub!Reader #marvel #mcu #Wanda Maximoff #Loki Laufeydottir #Loki Odindottir #Read warnings above

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babybluebex · 3 years

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laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

#laszlo kreizler #the alienist #laszlo kreizler smut #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel bruhl smut #daniel brühl x reader #daniel brühl smut #laszlo kreizler x reader #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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You Should’ve Told Me (e.b.)

Summary: you and Buck go separate ways but before you found out were pregnant.

AN: evan buckley is literally the most wholesome person ever and i love him

Buck was supposed to be your constant. That’s what the two of you had promised each other when you started dating. You were both at the age where dating casually wasn’t the goal anymore. It was to settle down snd start a family and a life together.

But real life got in the way. Your schedule never matched up with his, he somehow didn’t understand that you were a surgical resident at Hollywood General and that meant working long hours.

There was no time to spend together and it took a toll on the both of you. So he decided that it was better for you two to break up. You wanted to work it out and you offered to talk to your chief resident about switching up your schedule. But he didn’t want you to have to sacrifice your career for him.

So, you reluctantly agreed. Even though it was the opposite of what you wanted.

That was four months ago and you hadn’t seen him since. Soon after you and Buck broke up you found out you were a month pregnant. But you were holding such a grudge against him for breaking up with you, you hadn’t wanted to tell him.

There was no good time to tell your ex boyfriend you were having his baby. Especially when you were still actively working. And working at a hospital while five and a half months pregnant was not ideal.

But he had friends at the hospital. The entire 118 had friends at the hospital. Somehow the word got around that you were expecting and you received a call from Hen.

“Hello?” You answered. “You’re pregnant?” She questioned. “How did you-” You started. “Dr. Williams told me. Said Buck must be ecstatic to be a dad. But he doesn’t know does he?” Hen explained.

You were quiet for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. He doesn’t know. I guess a part of me is still angry that he left. I don’t want to talk to him but I know I need to.” You said. “Y/N, he deserves to know.” She said. “I know, Hen. I’m just trying to find a right time.” You told her.

“Look, I gotta get to a surgery on a premature baby. Pretty ironic.” You added with a dry laugh. “You call me if you need anything, okay? Surgery while five months pregnant is risky.” Hen said. You told her you would and then hung up the call.

Hen put her phone back in her pocket before she glanced over at Buck who was sitting next to Eddie. Buck needed to know the truth. She knew you’d be furious if she told Buck before you were ready.

But it was the right thing to do. For both of you, it could potentially fix things between you and him.

“Hey, Buck. I just heard some news from Dr. Williams over at Hollywood General.” Hen started. “What’s that? Is Y/N okay?” Buck asked. “Well, she was going to tell you when she was ready but you deserve to know.” Hen said. “What’s going on, Hen?” He questioned.

“Y/N’s, pregnant. Williams said she’s about five maybe six months along.” Hen confessed. All eyes landed on Buck as he quickly stood up, ready to leave the station and head to the hospital. “Buck, she’s in surgery.” Hen stopped him. “She’s five months pregnant and they’re still letting her operate?” He questioned.

He shook his head with a scoff before he stormed out of the station.

You had just gotten out of surgery, your back and neck sore due to the hours of standing you just endured. As you worked the kinks out of your neck, you turned the corner and saw Buck leaning against a hallway doorframe.

You came to a slow stop when you noticed him standing there. “Buck? Wh-What are you doing here?” You questioned. “You look good. For being five months along.” He said.

“Buck,” You started with a sigh. “You should’ve told me, Y/N.” Buck cut you off. “I was going too. I-I just wasn’t ready to see you again.” You said. “I had a right to know.” He said. “You had a right to know because you are the father, not because it was going to magically change things between us.” You slightly snapped.

“Y/N, I did it for the both of us. You didn’t need to sacrifice your job for me.” He told you. “No, what I needed was you. I needed you, Buck and you decided you didn’t want to fight for us anymore.” You sneered.

Soon after you finished talking, you scrunched up your face at some mild discomfort. “What? What is it? Are you okay?” Buck frantically questioned, quickly coming to your aid.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. She’s just really kicking. Probably due to the four hour surgery I was just in.” You answered. Buck looked at you with wide eyes and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Did you say she?” He asked.

“Yeah. It’s a girl.” You confirmed. You could see the look on his face and how overcome with pride and joy he was at the fact he was going to be having a daughter.

You knew then that you couldn’t deny him of getting a chance to be apart of the rest of your pregnancy and his child’s life. “I actually have an ultrasound scheduled. I get one every month to make sure everything’s okay. Do you want to be there?” You asked.

“Yes. Yes, absolutely I want to be there.” Buck answered. You smiled up at him as his hand fell into yours. “And then when you get off, you are coming back home. I know she’s not going to fix everything but we can at least start before she gets here. I want her to have two parents that love each other.” He added.

“I would like that.” You replied with a smile. Buck helped you to the OBGYN exam room and also helped you lay down.

Your OB was a good friend of yours, having been in multiple surgeries together since you started your residency. She came in, greeted you and then noticed Buck in the room.

“You finally told him?” She asked. “Not exactly. His coworker told him because Williams can’t keep her mouth shut.” You answered. “Okay, then. Well, welcome dad. Ready to see your baby?” The doctor asked him.

You thought Buck was going to pass out right then so you took his hand and squeezed it gently.

The doctor placed the wand on your belly, moving it around until you saw the baby on the screen. “There’s Baby Buckley. She’s looking great, about the size of a sweet potato. Everything looks good for both baby and mom. But at this point in the pregnancy, iron levels tend to get a little low so make sure you’re eating well so you don’t become anemic.” The doctor advised you.

You looked up at Buck and saw the tears in his eyes and smiled softly at the sight. “Can he hear the heartbeat?” You asked. The doctor smiled back at you as she turned the sound on the machine, a loud beating sound coming through the small speakers.

“Nice and healthy.” The doctor commented. “That’s our baby.” Buck said. “Yeah, it is. We’ve been calling her Baby Buckley because I can’t think of a name. I thought it was going to be a boy.” You told him. “You had a name for a boy?” Buck asked. “Yeah. I was thinking Evan.” You said, looking up at him.

Buck leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “I know you may not be ready to hear it but I love you.” He whispered.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” The OB said, exiting the room. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just too scared to face you after we broke up but that wasn’t fair to you.” You whispered.

“I’m not mad at you for not telling me, I’m mad at myself for leaving you alone. Having to go through this by yourself up until now.” Buck said. “Promise me you won’t leave.” You said.

“I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

You knew labor was a painful experience. You’ve seen it first hand many times in medical school but you didn’t know how painful it really was.

It was long, your body was getting torn apart and you were mentally and physically exhausted. But Buck was there at your side through it all. Even when you screamed at him and told him you were in pain because it was all his fault.

He knew not to take it seriously. Even with the epidural he knew you were in pain. After 15 hours of labor, Buck’s daughter was finally in his arms. You were asleep, which was well deserved and Buck was holding the baby.

You stirred slightly and opened your eyes slowly and looked over at Buck in a hospital rocking chair. Looking at the little baby as if it were an $800 million lottery ticket.

“Gimme. I want to hold her.” You said tiredly, holding your hands out for your child. “Mommy is really greedy apparently.” Buck teased as he stood up. He placed the baby gently in your arms as he sat on the edge of your hospital bed.

“We still haven’t come up with a name.” He said. “You know how people say you won’t know your baby’s name until you see them?” You questioned, looking at her wrapped in her little pink blanket. “Yeah, why?” Buck asked. “Delilah. That’s her name.” You said.

Buck smiled warmly at the two most important people in his life. “It’s perfect.” He told you. “Just like her mom.” Buck added. “She has her dad’s eyes though. Beautiful blue eyes.” You spoke.

Buck looked at both you and your baby and saw the rest of his life right in front of him. But he wasn’t satisfied with coparenting, he wanted to be with you. Wake up to you in the morning and you being the first thing to greet him when he got home. You and your daughter.

“Marry me.” He said quietly. “What did you say?” You questioned. “I said, marry me. I want to be with you every day, even on the bad days when you’ve been up since four in the morning. I’ve wanted that with you since I met you and Inwas dumb to leave you before. So I’m not going anywhere.” Buck explained.

You smiled up at him before leaning forward to kiss him deeply. “Took you long enough, Buckley.” You whispered.

The seemingly perfect moment between you and Buck was ruined when the door to your hospital room opened.

“Can we see the baby?” Hen carefully asked as she poked her head in. “Of course you can.” You answered. Hen entered the room followed by the rest of the 118 and Maddie to see the newest addition of the family.

Everyone stood around and stared in awe at the baby. Buck’s baby, something they didn’t think would happen in a million years.

“What’s her name?” Maddie asked. “Delilah Buckley.” Buck answered. “She looks just like you, Y/N.” Hen commented. “Well, that’s a relief.” Buck said. “I’m so proud of you, Evan.” Maddie said hugging her brother.

“She really is beautiful.” Bobby added. “Welcome to the club, Buck.” Eddie said, patting him on the back. “I love all of you but Y/N needs to rest and so does Delilah.” Buck announced. “Already getting protective.” Chimney said.

You bid your goodbyes to your friends before Buck took Delilah out of your arms. You began to protest but Buck shook his head. “Nope. You need to rest. Especially if we want to go home tomorrow.” He said.

You smiled as he sat down in the chair, making faces at Delilah, who was gripping his finger with her hand. You had your perfect little family and you were very grateful things worked out for the better.

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Dont know if you like this sort of things but , Do you ever think about shoto being pampered by you and becoming so soft around you ? Like, litteraly. Softer thighs, a lil roll on his tummy , hips softer to grab when pegging him.. etc just, all the care and the freedom to indulge showing in his facial expression, the way he moans loudly and the way his body looks.

I’m just in love with the idea of him a lil soft because he’s well taken care of and blushing embarrassed and turned on when you undress him and praise him for being so good and looking so good , you know ?

(I would absolutely die to read your writing of softer submissive Shoto)

I do like this sort of thing (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) I haven’t actually put much thought into it, but soft Todoroki unlocks a whole new sex experience, just so full of passion and love he’s never felt before, and he just feels so warm and melts everytime you praise him-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Todoroki Shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 896

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; implied fem!reader, mommy kink, mentioned multiple orgasms, praise, stripping, drooling, dom!reader, sub! character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; soft Shoto, he’s being well-fed, mentioned Todoroki family members, aged-up character, Todoroki is 20+

𝕾𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝕻𝖊𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖙

Todoroki has put on some weight.

Okay, no, he’s simply gotten softer in areas he never thought he’d see be soft, not since he was a child.

He’s been on medical leave for some time now, ever since a battle against a villain kind of went downhill, but you’re glad he’s safe, especially him given his days of recovery under your shared roof rather than piling up unnecessary bills.

Well, okay, that’s not the reason why you’re glad he’s here sitting on the couch, eating some oatmeal he, for some reason, craved.

You’re glad because you can finally, finally, take care of him properly and shower him in love and affection you never found the opportunity or chance to do.

Sure, you’ve always cuddled him when he needed it, snuggled up to him to help lull him to sleep after rough nights, peppered him in kisses any given moment, simply spoiled him with lots of attention.

But never did you find the opportunity to actually cater to his needs:

He wants water? Here you go.

He wants milk tea? Here you go.

He wants cookies? Here you go.

He wants cold soba, just the way he specifically likes it? Here you go.

The word ‘no’ doesn’t exist, excluding sex and dangerous situations.

So with you catering to his needs and wants, necessities and desires, while being under the order to relax and allow his body to heal itself, you bet he’s gained a softer image.

He’s banned from going to the gym, and if he goes to the agency, his secretary or a sidekick keeps an eye out to make sure he doesn’t react to last-minute missions or emergencies.

You’re thankful so many other people care for him and about him, and how often his family seem to visit. Well, Fuyumi and Natsuo, on the rare occasion he is able to tag along, step through the door, but even with Shoto making amends with his father still, the older male mostly just drops off whatever he came to leave and heads back to work. Rei also visits from time to time, to the utter delight of both you and Shoto.

And in one of her latest visits, she dropped off some cute pastries she found on display. Shoto’s been mostly indulging in them, to your heart’s delight.

But then a few days later, and you catch Shoto staring at his body from the mirror, turning and checking all the small yet noticeable changes on his body. Your heart aches at his disappointment and pout, at the way his eyes already hold such a critical gaze that you realize what you haven’t been doing for such a long while.

When was the last time you’ve fucked him?

He was forbidden from going to the gym and training, but you’re sure sex isn’t out of the question. You’d just have to be more gentle, maybe not so fast.

You don’t really sneak up on him, he can hear and recognize your footsteps. But he startles when you wrap your arms around him from behind, placing your hands on his soft tummy and caressing the skin, tracing your name and your confessions of how much you love him. He can’t make it out, but the way you touch him has him letting out a shaky sigh, one that sounds so sad that you plant a kiss on his back.

Your hands go to his hips, squeezing them before you pull down his sweatpants, along with his boxers. Your eyes and his are on the mirror, watching how more and more of his skin begins to show and you feel how he’s trying to hide himself, try to cover up what he’s beginning to resent.

Not on your watch.

“Baby, get on the bed.”

And Shoto’s speaking gibberish after a while, his body rocking forward and back as you pound into him. He would’ve preferred you go faster, but he knows that it’s because you don’t want to hurt him.

He’d usually feel hurt, but right now? He feels like he’s glowing, whether because of your amount of praises over his new body and how much cuter he is, or because of the orgasm he was brought to a few seconds ago.

You angle your hips a certain way, rolling them as you try to reach him deeper and deeper, feeling him tremble under your hands as his hips twitch with every thrust, his plush thighs straining as they try not making him fall forward.

You’re not being as hard as you tended to be before his accident, yet he feels just as weak, even if his third orgasm is not even building as strong yet.

His drool is beginning to soak the bed, his eyes blinking back small tears as soft, high-pitched moans of what you think is “mommy” start growing louder. One of his hands near his head, gripping the sheets, slowly reaches towards his dick, whining in satisfaction as he times his strokes to your thrusts.

“You’re so good, baby.”

“Always my good boy.”

“You’re beautiful, yeah?”

“Love your softness, baby.”

“Mommy’s pretty boy, forever and always.”

And if Shoto cumming at that last sentence isn’t romantic enough for you, then him placing a hand on yours while thanking you through his happy tears should show you how much of a romantic your baby boy could be.

#✿; impurity #𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎.𝖘 #todoroki shoto smut #bnha smut #todoroki smut #sub todoroki #sub bnha #ღ; sacrilege

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