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lokis-army-77 · 6 months

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Cozy

Eddie Munson x fem reader

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Waking up the day after Eddie has fucked your brains out you have a little more fun.

Warning: 18 +. unprotected sex, p n v, breeding kink, kinda innocent reader, soft dom eddie, 1 whore, a bit of hair pulling.

Thank you to those of you who beta read! <3

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You wake up in the late morning, sun shining through the blinds, warming your bare body. You can feel the heat radiating from your boyfriend as well. He's awake too. You can tell by how his hips keep pressing into you from behind, still not satisfied even after a night of rolling in the sheets

Eddie's arm holds you close to him and you feel his lips barely caress the shell of your ear. "Morning baby." He hums.

You smile sleepily. "Mornin'," you say as you snuggle further back into him.

He grunts. "Don't do that or you'll start something you can't finish."

"I don't know what you’re talkin' 'bout." Your giggles are soft, muffled by the comforter.

Eddie rolls his hips into the curve of your ass. "Oh, I bet you do." He bites at your ear lobe.

"Eddie stop." You swat your hand behind you at an awkward angle.

"Stop what?" He asked, rolling his hips again.

This time you can't help but moan.

You can feel him grinning lazily, his unshaven scruff catching on your hair.

He's getting harder, his cock is pressing into you and it's impossible to ignore with neither of you having clothes on.

Eddie slowly moves his hand down your body, fingers contouring to every curve until he ends up between your legs.

He pries your leg back and hooks it over his own. "You're so wet, baby. I've barely done anything." He says as he runs a thick finger through your folds.

You shift, sighing when he touches your clit. "Eddie..."

You liked him like this. Liked living in the softness of a late Saturday morning. But you can't lie, you liked it when he was rough too.

Memories of the night before had you buzzing. Skin on skin, mouth to mouth. You loved when he dominated you but you loved when he was soft and sweet.

"What is it, sweetheart? What'd ya need?" He asks, finger now circling languidly around your entrance.

"Mmm, you. Need you."

"Me? What from me?" He teases.

You just whimper, brain foggy from sleep and his touch.

"Come on, Sweetheart, tell me." His thumb swipes over your clit.

"Please," you breathe. "Need your cock." Your face is flush. He knows how much that word embarrasses you.

"Is that right? Want me to give you my cock?" His finger dips ever so slightly into you

"Yes!" Your hands grip the covers when he finally pushes his finger into you fully.

Eddie takes his fingers away from you and gives your ass a quick smack. He leans in and gives you a kiss on the cheek before whispering, "Then get in that puppy pose I love so much."

Your legs squeezed shut and your heart fluttered. He could always make the most dirty things sound so innocent.

Wasting no time you throw off the covers and get onto your knees. Eddie watches you with lust-filled eyes as you slowly put your chest to the mattress, leaving your ass bare and presented.

With your head resting on the bed, you can only hear and feel Eddie moving behind you. You suck in a deep breath when his large hand grasps your ass cheek.

"Such a good girl for me." He praises and you keen. You wiggle your hips and he laughs through his nose. "Gonna give you what you want."

His hands roam over the roundness of your ass, spreading your cheeks even more apart.

You clench around nothing, waiting as he admires you.

"Eddie?" You ask.

He hums in response, still staring at how you are spread out for him.

"Need you really bad," you whine. You could only stand so long without him being inside you and patience was starting to wear thin.

"Okay, okay." He pressed up into you. He's hot, you can feel the heat radiating from him as he pushes his cock through your wet folds. He passes through them a few times before he takes a breath and pushes into you completely.

The angle had him hitting deep within you. His head rubbed against your walls in a way that had you clenching your toes.

“Fuck,” you moan into the sheets, fingers grasping for anything that could help ground you.

“That’s it, baby.” Eddie groans. “Pussy’s just squeezin’ me.” He begins to pump in and out of you at a steady pace. “God you’re perfect.”

You close your eyes and reach your hand behind you. Your fingers come in contact with Eddie’s hip and he slides his own hand from your ass down your back. His touch sends a shiver down your spine.

A long whine is pulled from you when Eddie fists your hair in his hand, tugging only hard enough for you to feel a small amount of pressure on the back of your head. He moans when you start to rock back into him. “That’s right use my fuckin’ cock.”

He pulls your hair harder and you mewl. “Wanna be closer to you.”

“Okay Sweetheart.” Eddie lets go of your hair and reaches down with both hands to help you up. He pulls your back flush to his chest, it’s sticky with perspiration. He dosen’t stop his efforts, his hips still move, pucnhing into you.

All you can do is grunt and groan as you feel him fucking into you. Your head rolls back onto his shoulder and he wraps an arm around your chest so that he can hold you steady but also grab at your breast.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan into his ear. “Want- fuck I want-”

“What’s that baby? What do you want?”

You can’t answer, too embarrassed to say but when Eddie gives you a firm smack on the ass, the words come fumbeling past your lips. “Cum inside me. Want you to cum inside me, gimmie- fuck- gimmie- ah!”

His hips press harder into you. “oh? Want me to fuck you full?” He slaps your ass again. “Hum? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

Those words had you crying, begging for more. You love when he talks like that. When he fucks into you so despretly at the thought of you having his children.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought. Such a whore aren't you, Sweetheart? Need everybody to know you’re mine.”

“Yes. Yes, Eddie, I’m yours.” You heave.

Eddie lets you go and you crumble back to the bed. His pace quickens and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. His breathing gets heavier, and you can feel the pleasure building inside you. Your moans get louder and more frequent.

“Right there!” You cry when he goes deeper.

“Yeah, baby? Right there? That’s the spot?”

You nod and he continues to hit just the right place. Your mouth is hanging open, drool pooling on the bed. It feels so good to have him so close.

In and out, in and out he goes, hips clapping against your ass. Your back arches and you feel yourself coming closer.

You let your hand fall from behind you to the bed before you bring it between your legs. Your fingers find your clit and begin circling. Another shudder courses through your body and you clench around Eddie.

“God, fuck baby, don’t do that.” He grunts, thrusts faltering as you squeeze him again.

“AH! Eddie, please, I'm gonna cum.” You moan. Wetness is dripping down your thighs and hand and onto the sheets.

“Then cum, sweetheart. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are.” He tells you, hips snapping into you faster.

You feel yourself tensing in pleasure before you finally let go, cumming hard. You keen and arch your back, your orgasm crashing through you. Eddie thrusts a few more times before his own orgasm overtakes him and he groans. You both collapse in a heap, breathing heavily.

When you open an eye to peek at Eddie, he’s already watching you. A smile envelopes you and you hide back in the sheets.

Eddie tuts, “Let me see that pretty face.” He takes his hand and tries to pull you from your hiding place. “Come on, Sweetheart, show me how beautiful you look.”

You finally peer up at him again and he just beams, cheeks round and eyes scrunched. He leans forward and plants a kiss on your forehead before leaving pecks down the bridge of your nose and lastly on your lips. You hum into him.

“I love you, y’know that?” He asks.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too.” You say sweetly before you are interrupted by a yawn.

Eddie gives you another tender kiss on the cheek, “Go back to sleep baby, I’ll clean this mess up.”

“Okay-” you comply, yawning again. Before Eddie can leave and come back with a warm cloth, you are already fast asleep.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

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wonfilms · 2 months

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enhypen + giving them a hickey

0T7! { warnings: kissing, intense but there's nothing crazy} a/n: this was kinda crazy and very out of my usual writing style but THERES A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING gen: fluff + suggestive

“oh? what’re you getting at doll..?” heeseung’s eyes showed no sign of shyness, instead they glistened with a sort of playfulness as your lips pressed greedily against his neck, your eyelashes gently brushing his skin as your face presses up against it, he curses softly under his breath, “hmm…” your hums reverberated through him too, sending gentle waves of want through his abdomen, butterflies threatening to flood his stomach. he sucks in a breath stroking your hair softly, as a soft groan of appreciation slipped absent-mindedly from his lips, his head gently tilting up, hair splayed across the sheets, giving you even further access to his neck. “you better not leave a mark h..honey…”

“...oh so that’s what’re you’re doing?” jay smirks softly, a gentle blush covering his cheeks as he feels your teeth graze his jawline.. and then your smile oh so “innocent“-ly against his skin.. and he feels a moan slip from his mouth. “oh god” he curses under his breath.. hands tangling gently in your hair as he melts against the pillows.. his hair tousled.. he looks almost vulnerable, jay never looks vulnerable.. except for now.. you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger and all he was doing is letting you work him up, “y..you’re gonna make me go crazy ___ ”

“t..tickles-” jake complains breathily, his teeth trapping his soft bottom lip between them.. Your breath grazed his neck ever so gently it felt like a dream. his head swam with hazy thoughts that he didn’t think he was capable of picturing. it all felt like too much.. his skin was warm against your mouth.. sensitive , as your teeth gently bit down at the sweet spot on his neck that you’d mapped into your head a hundred times over. he cowered under your touch, a vivid warm blush flooding his cheeks, “y..you’re such a little tease”

“d…don’t stop.” sunghoon’s words are barely audible. he’s completely lost, face flushed and body pliable under your gentle touches. your mouth works wonders as you suck soft marks against his pale skin, a physical reflection of your love. he breathes out shakily as your tongue traces little patterns against the sweet spot under his jaw. he watches through lidded eyes as you kiss every little mole and beauty spot on his neck, that’s all he can do.. all he can do is be an utter blushing mess for you.

“y..you better help cover this up later..?” sunoo laughs gently as he feels your gentle lips against his skin, he sucks in a breath letting you kiss his neck almost feather light, it’s almost ticklish… until your press a slightly harder kiss against his adam’s apple, it sent a flash of warmth up to his cheeks, making them rosy. you have the audacity to smirk, it’s cute, he makes a mental note to get you back later as he sighs smiling.. “you’re crazy y’know”

“i… i thought you wanted help with your thesis.. w..what–” jungwon’s eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him cutting his speech off. he hummed softly into the kiss, lips gravitating towards you even when you pull away. he pouts confused before you’re pushing him backwards, his head hits the pillows and his eyes widen as he feels your tongue gently drawing hearts against his neck. a gentle groan leaves his mouth.. it’s like he has something lodged in his throat, the way his tried to swallow down his noises. his head swam as he gripped the sheets. he hears you whisper “just relax” into his ear, lips grazing his lobes. “c…can’t relax when i have you kissing my neck like that..”

“this.. is so gonna leave a damn mark” niki strokes your cheek trying to play it cool as you kiss his neck hungrily, it feels surreal to him, your soft plump lips dragging so damn gently against his skin, your teeth nibbling gently before pulling away, your tongue soothing the temporary sting, his head swam imprinting this feeling right into his memory, he was going to tease you later but for now all he could do was drown himself in the feeling of your kisses.

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tojisbbygworl · 10 months

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He’s Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Based off of this post

Part 2 bonus bonus ii

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Imagine Hobie, the undeniably coolest person in the Spider Society, is a virgin nerd with a big dick

Tags: Hobie is a pathetic virgin loser, 18+, a lil smut, Oral (m receiving)

"How are you even cooler under your mask?"

"I was this cool the whole time."

A scoff behind the both of them. It's you shaking your head in your mask.

Hobie smirks at you. "Something funny there, love?" You don't say anything, just pretending you don't hear him and looking away innocently.

Hobie was the reason you were a part of the Spider Society. He and Miguel had captured the anomaly in your own universe with your help, of course. You knew Hobie had immediately took a liking to you what with the way he stared at you through his mask when he first laid eyes on you, frozen in place, color palette pink.

You liked him the moment he ripped his mask off when it was all said and done. He looked real good with his wicks, his sharp facial structure, wide-set nose and even larger lips. You actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model, emphasis on the briefly.

He invited you to join them and pulled you into the portal before Miguel could even say anything. You two have been inseparable ever since.

As you met more people, they all told you of their opinion of the man who seemed to be your best friend. Everyone says the same thing, that he's effortlessly cool and it makes him a little obnoxious. It always made you tilt your head.

You've seen the anime action figures in his room ranging anywhere from Naruto to Tokyo Ghoul.

"Oi, don't touch my things. You're the only person I trust to let in here, don't ruin it."

He's talked your ear off about the intricate lore of FNAF (he HATES MatPat btw)

You've groaned at how many times you've heard the name 'Afton' leave his mouth.

"So the place shut down again after the victim lost their entire frontal lobe"

"And that's the bite of '83, right?"

"No, that's the bite of '87. Thought I told you about '83?"

He probably did but he talked about it so damn much that you forgot. "It's cool, I'll tell you. So the bite of '83..."

This man is a fucking nerd but the BIGGEST misconception everyone has is that he's probably great at sex.

He has a reputation of "running through" everyone who wants him at the society...and yet no one has actually done anything with him. Everyone whispers about it, but no one has ever come out and admitted to having sex with him.

He's without a doubt your closest friend, so you asked him about it while you were chilling at his, watching him strum his guitar.

"So I heard you been running through the Spider Society like a tomb raider."

He cackled, "Yeah, that's what they all believe, innit?"

"It's not true?"

He shook his head. "I haven't got bottle, luv. Don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing."

"Oh really?"

He stopped strumming to look up at you, his smirk falling upon seeing your sultry and mischievous face. He grew a bit nervous, but was more excited if anything.

"What's that look about?"

"Would you like someone to teach you?"

He dropped his pick from how badly he was shaking. Hobie gulped and slowly nodded his head. You walked over to him and slowly lifted his guitar off his body, then pushing him back into the couch and sitting on top of him.

That's how this current make-out session started with you doing most of the work, taking off yours and his clothes feverously.

Hobie just sat back and let you do whatever you wanted. He especially loved watching you strip down to your underwear, blood shooting to his dick as soon as he watched your breasts bounce out of your shirt. He watched you pull your panties off of you leaving you completely naked and him only in his boxers.

He shifted in the couch to relieve some tension. You giggled at his starstruck face.

"You good?" You asked him. He nodded. "Do you need me to pull it out for you?" He nodded again.

You laughed, but was quickly shut up by his long, curved shaft slapping back onto his stomach. His underwear did him no justice, nothing could have prepared you for this.

He shyly looked away and bit his lip, not wanting to admit that he liked the way you gazed at it. It fueled his ego, but he didn't know how to tell you without stuttering.

He was actually shaking pretty bad, and it worried you. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah...I just..." he gulped and looked back down, his dick jumping upon looking into your eyes. Just like his, yours were a deep brown. Your eyes were furrowed in concern, and your full lips were parted. His breathing got deeper.

"You really want to have sex? With me?"

You deadpanned him, then leaned your head down to his base. Hobie gasped when you stuck your tongue out and licked all the way to his tips. Your played with it for a couple seconds, leaving him a shuddering mess. His precum leaked from it and you licked it all up reveling in the salty taste.

"O-oh..." he moaned when you grasped it gently and began to pump. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, so glad that he didn't have to imagine it was your hand beating his dick. He humped into it a little, and he looked so sexy crunching his abs that you couldn't help but to enclose your mouth over him.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed. He threw his head back up and gazed upon your form. You were giving him the sloppiest top he had ever seen, (he only watched BJ and missionary porn and you were much better than those girls)

God, he couldn't wait to get you under him and hump into you like's he's thought about for so long. He's used his hand, his pillow, he even looked up how to make his own flesh light because he would never be able to hide a real one from you. It was gross but fuck, how else was he supposed to get his rocks off? If he didn't do any of those things, he would have no control around you.

"Fuck, babe. Please keep going~" Hobie was drooling - actually drooling - out the side of his mouth. He panted and clenched his hands. You had to reach out and move them to your hair.

The poor thing panicked, he had no idea what you wanted him to do. He gently pet your small afro, more concerned that he was close to cumming down your throat.

You stopped and popped him out of your mouth, laughing a little at how cute he was.

You didn't notice how stressed he looked, him sitting up a little more in the chair. "Ngh, wait, no-" he whispered.

His dick bounces with each spray of his cum with him letting out a string of moans and curses as it lands on his stomach and chest. "Ffff...uh...uck..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, watching his fucked-out face. His head bounces with each deep breath he took.

"Why...did you...stop?" he asked in between pants.

"Why did you pat my head?" you asked, standing up, begrudgingly putting your clothes back on despite the ache between your legs.

"What was I supposed to do?" Hobie stares at your ass lustfully, feeling the blood rush back into his dick from how it moved.

"You were supposed to grab my hair and choke me with your dick, baby."

He gulps not being able to take his eyes off of you. "Oh."

You turned after putting your panties back on and froze. His dick was standing straight up again, the head glistening with thick white liquid. He stared at you embarrassingly, hoping that you would just come back over and kiss it.

"You could have said something before I started putting my shit back on."

"Sorry," he said, not being able to contain his excitement when you walked back over to him. His smile went away when you instead hovered yourself over his lap. His cum was still on his stomach and his dick. "W-Wait-"

"Yeah?" You whispered sensually, grabbing him again and pulling your panties to the side to line him up with you.

"I'm still-, I still have-, Is this okay?"

"I'm on the pill."

He starts getting nervous again, but he doesn't know why.

"You scared?" She asks.

He looks at her and rests his hand on her hip. "I don't want to hurt you. Or make you uncomfortable."

You giggled again. "I promise you I'll be fine."

"But, I still got my cum on me, babe."

"I know." You leans over to his ear and lick it. He shivers. "Isn't that so nasty?"

Hobie moaned as you begin to sink yourself onto him. You moan too, Hobie splitting you like you never imagined.

"You really want to shag a virgin?" He finally asked her, his voice wavering.

She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Virginity is a social construct. Don't be ashamed. Now shut the fuck up."

Definitely making a part 2 and a lil bonus and another bonus (ii)

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#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk smut #hobie brown x black!reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x black reader #spider punk x reader smut #black reader

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hoshigray · 7 months

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𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 | ryōmen sukuna

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem/afab! reader - mosterfucking - double penetration (he got two) - biting - spanking - light choking - mention of blood.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: a quick something I wrote for Sukuna to take a break from writing a fic + I have jack shit for him in my masterlist, lmao.

Ryōmen Sukuna is most definitely a biter. There is no need to state this since it is obvious. But imagine him plowing you from behind, watching your ass quake under his erratic thrusts, forcing out choked moans from your writhing body moving to and fro with his. Tears roll down warm cheeks onto the cold cream sheets that cover the futon. Hands grip the material for dear life with every rut to your leaky cunt. And when he smacks the cusp of your ass, a shriek cannot be restrained from your lips.

Sukuna loves your screams. They please him to no end — a gorgeous tune to his devilish ears. As a sadistic man, nothing gives him more joy during these moments than inflicting pain onto your sweet tiny body forced to accommodate both his girthy cocks. A beast like him is allowed to use you as he sees fit. His little pet. His little toy. Not like you can refuse. Judging by how your body adapts to his dicks inside your holes, it is apparent that you're also enjoying this, too.

Two hands are stationed on your hips to propel you forward to him, and the other two hold your hands behind your back. You're left with nothing to conceal the whimpers and cries that fly out your mouth. He wants to hear it all — the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis, the choked sobs when his black fingertips dent into the depth of your hips, your pants for air as he takes them away. It turns him on so fucking much.

He can’t fight the urge anymore — the sight of your sweaty body quivering under his bow gets him riled up. Your skin, so beautiful and pure, displayed none of his markings from the times before now. Blue eyes narrow to your shoulder, clear of nothing but sweat. Well, he’s just going to have to fix that.

He comes down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your flesh. A sharp cry sneaks its way out of you.

“Eyyahhhh!!! Su-Sukuna, don’t, please! I can’t have any ma— Ahhaahhnn!!”

“Who told you’re in a position to order me, brat?” He gives the mark on your shoulder a slow lick, tasting the twinge of blood to engage his taste. One of his hands snakes its way to your throat to squeeze. Your mind plunging into a deeper haze than before. “Know your place. Don’t stop screaming for me.”

More chews to your shoulders prompt more tears to escape from your strained-shut eyes. And the pacing of his cock becomes unbearably fast for your brain and senses to keep up. The pain inflicted by his demon mouth, along with the tongue from his stomach licking the sweat of your back, coinciding with the erratic tempo of his hips — it’s all too much to bear. And your release hits you hard, your cunt and ass clamping onto his lengths that continue to rut into your now sensitive parts.

“Mmmph, haahhh…Heh, now you think you can come without my permission, huh?” Sukuna whispers dangerously to your ear, and you whine when his teeth catch your lobe. “Such a pathetic pet, aren’t you.” He pistons his dicks deep inside, churning your tender areas to the point of incoherent babbles. “A damn noisy one, too…Hmmgh! Oh fuck, fuck…”

Before he experiences his climax, Sukuna gives the back of your neck one last bite. Your final shriek signals the ingress of his warm load filling your holes. He keeps you pinned to the futon, making sure you stay still for every bit of his essence to enter within you. Your mind is too far gone to try and fight it — too occupied with the feeling of him corrupting your body internally. Just letting him ride out his own crescendo until he slowly dismembers his huge members off of you. Heavy pants are used to steady his breathing, and he examines his messy work on your body. Bloody bite marks, your ass trembling from the onslaught of ruts and slaps, and silent tears trickle down a dazed face. He snickers to himself.

“Perfect.”

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togglesbloggle · 3 months

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Voltaire's Prayer

“I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God granted it." -Volaire’s letter to Étienne Noël Damilaville, 16 May 1767

I’m inordinately fond of sex, in the political sense. It’s saved us so often from the worst parts of ourselves.

As far as anti-authoritarian elements of the human experience go, sex is right up there with curiosity and the search for truth- maybe even more so. When a new tyrant comes to town, shutting down the universities and the libraries is only the second thing they try. The first thing is to regulate human sexuality to within an inch of its life. Rules for marriage, rules for courtship, rules for which genitals may touch and where they may touch and when they may touch. Rules for who and rules for whom. Rules for which kinds of sex must doom characters in literature, rules for which things may be described as sexy, rules for which things may be described in a sexy way.

Of course they do! If you’re trying to bind a large polity together under a common ideological narrative, to render people predictable enough to quash dissent and legible enough to exert power through them, the last thing you need is a bunch of folks running around being horny about stuff without permission. Nature gifted us with a great capacity for reason and community; we have the innate opportunity to learn about ourselves and our neighbors, and to form complex societies based on that understanding. It was Aristotle who first called us the political animal, and the fruits of that extraordinary capacity will always be within our reach, if only we can come together within a shared understanding. The invention of the city is the great triumph of our species, and with it we conquer the universe.

But also this extraordinary, reasoning mind has been sculpted from the raw clay of a biology that’s anchored in sexual reproduction, and this ends up being very, very funny.

The problem isn’t so much that the sex instinct exists, per se. It’s how it’s implemented. Like most biological forms, the full complement of 86 billion(!) neurons in your brain aren’t encoded in a particular configuration; the brain is much too complex to be described so precisely in the only ~725 megabytes or so of human DNA. The particular shape of your brain is in there somewhere- the lobes and subregions responsible for vision, memory, cognition, all that- but only up to a point. The genius and fundamental limitation of genetics is that, below a certain level, the genes instead describe a process for the production and reproduction of specialized cells, and simply constructs them in such a way that they can be relied upon to order themselves as they go.

This is all well and good when we’re talking about kidneys and livers, but the fact that you can encode any kind of specific behavioral instinct in a brain this way is nothing short of a minor miracle. Think about it! Spiders don’t have a ‘spider web’ gene, the gene is for ‘proteins that come together in self-assembling electrochemically sensitive gelatin tissue which, when complete, encodes patterns that operate organ systems such as legs and spinnerets in such a way as to reliably create silk webs.’ This is absurdly impressive, and also completely insane.

What I’m getting at is, powerful behavioral instincts in a complex animal aren’t precise instruction manuals by which we pursue evolutionarily advantageous behaviors. Sex and eros are prior to logic or language, let alone strategy. Sex is a double-thick electrical wire discharging lightning bolts right through the middle of our cognitive centers, installed in the brain by a surgeon wearing mittens. It’s an untethered firehose whipping chaotically through the cathedral, unpredictably spraying golden reliquaries with substances unmentionable. It’s the first and greatest anarchist.

I really can’t overstate my gratitude for this.

Obviously this results in any number of deeply goofy outcomes by way of kinks and odd sexual practices- it gets tangled with pain centers, with random bits of anatomy and proprioception, with our taboos and aversions, with our greatest terrors or our greatest yearnings or just arbitrary stimuli from adolescence, and of course it gets enmeshed so often with our notions of power and submission. It imbues these things with a fascination and potency out of all proportion with their mundane meanings. And ultimately, you end up with human pleasures and human values that diverge so far from banal evolutionary imperatives as to be all but unrecognizable.

Even when this process somehow manages to propagate through the brain in such a way as to drive behaviors that are legibly aligned towards some adaptive constraint- e.g. heterosexual mating practices resulting in biological reproduction and careful childrearing- it’s still madness. Love and sex penetrate deeply across tribal and national and racial boundaries, across economic interests, across battle-lines and enmities. We become traitors, apostates, emigrants, and artists. Declare a law, and in short order some hot-headed young people come along to break it in the name of sexual passions you could not possibly have seen coming. Divide your neighborhood into us and them, and by the time the ink is dry on your proclamation there will be a forbidden relationship across the fence. There is no social order, no ethical system, no theory of human nature that can entirely withstand contact with the full spectrum of human sexuality, because sex and eros are always going to be exactly as bonkers as the complexity of the human mind and culture will allow, plus a little extra just to be sure.

This isn’t always a delight, of course. Many prohibitions exist for a very good reason, and the chaos of human sexuality makes no exemptions for true evil. Some of us end up really, truly victims of this process. But for all the dangers, the chaos at the root of all this isn’t oriented towards evil. Chaos just means chaos, essentially arbitrary and hence absurd in character.

And in the grand analysis, we are so lucky to have this thing moving through our communities, this ridiculous madness that guarantees that there will be cracks in every wall and slips exploding cigars in the pockets of the powerful few. Not in everybody as individuals, of course, and not everybody the same amount; asexuality is certainly one of the outcomes that all this mad gallivanting through our brains can produce. Sexuality would never be so predictable as to guarantee its own existence, after all. That’s part of what makes the joke so funny.

But all of us, regardless of sexuality, get to live in a world where the grand anarchy of sex is constantly driving home this lesson that no category is inviolate and no law is perfect. That we should not and cannot take ourselves too seriously, or forget that we’re animals. That we don’t exist only for the sake of others, or within their understanding. That cities are made of cooperation, grace, and forbearance- not conformity or mere compliance.

People sometimes worry about immortality. In the political sense, I mean. They worry about eternal dictatorships and unconquerable gerontocracies. This fear isn’t entirely unjustified; death has often played a role in progress and liberation. But as long as enough of us are still getting horny without permission, still falling in love in stupid ways, I think we’ll be okay. Romeo and Juliet don’t have to die at the end to make a difference in the world, as long as they’re brave enough to get weird with it.

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♨️˖ 𓍢ִִ໋໋ ONSEN! ࿐࿔

minors, ageless and blank blogs dni.

content: nsfw; smut; porn w/o plot; afab!f!reader; public sex, protected sex (yay!)

w.c: 0.6k

n/a: previously on unprofessionalism! series. any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3

"It's nice and warm, eh? It was a good idea of yours to bring them on a field trip here," Satoru murmured hoarsely, biting the lobe of your ear gently, causing a shiver to run through your body.

Your teeth bit down your bottom lip as you bounced on his cock underwater; you had to be quiet to not alert any worker in the ryokan or any of your students that may be still awake wandering around the area. Satoru wasn't even supposed to be there, as it was the women's onsen. Before you knew it, he had coaxed you into spending some time together, ending with you atop him and bucking your hips.

"Shut up," you moaned quietly, bashful at his teasing pun. Satoru chortled, helping you to ride him, holding you by the hips while his cockhead grazed your g-spot at each thrust he met, "Fuck, just like that, you're doing good, baby girl," he hushed, dropping kisses on your shoulder blades up to your neck.

Your nipples grazed against his wet and bare chest at each bounce of your ass, the girth of his dick stretching you out and his mushroom head scraping through the rings of muscles made you feel on cloud nine and dig your nails into his back muscles, drawing a guttural groan out of him. "Damn baby, be careful. You wouldn't want my students to notice your cute scratches on my back tomorrow, hm?" he coos, kneading at the fat of your ass.

His mouth sought yours, enveloping you in a passionate kiss. The vulgar sound of your soft moans and your wet lips colliding and entwining together replaced the quiet silence of the night, along with the sound of the tumultuous water coinciding with each of his thrusts inside your vaginal walls. You bit and pulled at his bottom lip with your teeth, drawing a pleasurable grunt from him. Satoru stole your breath away, clouding your mind in the lust of the moment.

You felt his tongue outline your lower lip in return, asking permission to enter, parting your lips, the tip of his tongue touching yours and exploring the inside of your mouth, caressing your tongue and then withdrawing it, prompting you to do the same.

You followed his erotic play, seeking his tongue, the passionate sensations of the kiss being sent straight to your core, a series of spasms announcing the arrival of your longed-for release. "'toru, gonna cum-" you whimpered, your thighs weakening and quivering by the second, getting closer to your climax.

"Yeah? Cum doll cakes, come on my cock," he hissed. You dissolved in pleasure, letting out shattered breaths as you shuddered atop him; your pussy fluttering and spasming around his cock.

Satoru groaned, plunging his hips against your pelvic bone, "think you can still move, baby?" he rasped, his cock pulsing and also close to reaching ecstasy. You shook your head, whimpering at the overstimulation his dick caused you. You were spent, and your legs gave up on you; you could barely keep them encircled around his waist, "Okay, I got you, just hang on- fuck- just hang on a little more, this pussy is so fucking good, I'm almost there," he huffed, panting like a dog in your ear as he fucked your spasming cunt.

Satoru dropped his head back as he thrusts deep inside one last time, a shudder running down his spine as globs of his seed filled the rubber around his pulsing cock.

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Satoru blissfully hummed as he carried you back in his arms to your room, covered with nothing but a bathrobe, your breathing slow and heavy; you had fallen asleep in his arms not long after you finished. You wouldn't be mad if he spent the night in your room spooning you, right?

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kittenintheden · 4 months

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music to my ears

just a little rainy day eargasm, as one does.

Rating: E Word Count: >1k Content: 18+, elf ears are erogenous zones, touchless orgasm, ear kissing, ASMR, cream dem jeans

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Rain patters gently on the roof of the tent, the sound a soothing end to an arduous day. Astarion and Tav lounge together purely for the physical affection of it, her arms encircling his shoulders from behind as he sits between her legs, his back pressed up against her.

He still can't quite believe she's agreed to this. No sex? He's never lived in a world like that. But she not only seems willing, she seems eager to discover a dozen new kinds of intimacy.

As if she senses his train of thought, she puts her lips right up to his ear and says, “This okay?”

He hums and arches, feeling a pleasant tingle spread across his scalp and down the back of his neck.

“Is what okay?”

“Are ears okay?” she whispers.

Another wave of tingles passes over him and he grins lazily. “They’re above the waist, aren’t they?” he responds, leaning to the side to give her better access because hells, it really does feel good.

He can feel her mouth move as she hugs him tighter. “Remember you can always ask me to stop if it gets to be too much.”

He chuckles. “What could you possibly do that could be too-”

But then he’s arching again with a gasp as she runs the tip of her tongue up his antihelix all the way to the tip. The wet warmth sends a wash of pleasure straight through him, filling his chest like bath steam and continuing southward to pool behind his navel. His eyes go half-lidded and he swallows.

“Still okay?” she whispers.

Immediately he nods and says, “Yes. I like that. I like that very much.”

“Good.”

He feels her tongue draw over him again, this time behind his ear from base to tip. Then she uses the blunt edges of her teeth to softly scrape back down the outer ridge and he only barely holds back his whine. It’s soothing and erotic in the same moment, contentment and arousal rising in him like the tide.

Inside his trousers, he feels himself growing hard, and it’s not unwelcome. His feet dig into the ground beneath them as he pushes himself back into her, seeking more contact, pressing his back firmly into her chest, and he feels her grin as she places an open kiss to his ear lobe. Brings it into her mouth, gives it a gentle suck.

“Ah,” he breathes, squirming against her as his cock goes fully hard under her attention.

From her position, her own eyes go lustful and glazed as she looks down the length of his body and sees the ridge of him swell and strain against his clothes. Gently, she brings up one hand to play with his hair as she continues to tease his ear with tooth and tongue.

“Pretty,” she whispers in between. “How pretty you are, going weak under me. Who knew your ears were so sensitive.”

He grips her legs tight to either side of him and bites his lip, trying to clear his head enough to respond. “You’re half-elven,” he gasps. “You know exactly… hah… what you’re doing.”

“I do,” she laughs softly. “And you know I know.”

The stimulation continues to coax the flame in his gut, the tension coiling deliciously, making him shudder to the core. She flicks her tongue over his tragus and swirls it into the triangular dip near the pointed tip and he’s panting, panting, nearly writhing against her, using his heels for leverage to push back. His cock twitches, sensitive and untouched, but he feels a crest building nonetheless.

“Would you like to come, dearest?” she whispers right into the center of his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers.

He nods, the movement jerky.

“Then come,” she breathes, giving him a hard nip and then a final soothing, firm lick.

His mouth falls open and he all but collapses against her as his hips arch up off the ground and he creams himself, his spend spilling from him in staccato bursts that feel like a brush on the underside of heaven with every pulse. When he’s done, his muscles go slack and he blinks, bleary-eyed, only mildly annoyed somewhere deep in the back of his brain that he needs to get down to the river in short order to wash the trousers he just soiled.

She squeezes him tightly from behind. “Still okay?” she says softly.

“Hnnnnngggggyeah,” he responds.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion x f!tav #astarion x female tav #kitten writes

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mrkis · 1 year

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your dark side. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 1.6k

CONTENT: mark is the quiet 'bad boy' type, he's kinda mean to reader, big cock mark, dirty talk, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex

AN: the edit of mark smoking is made by @/atmakanagara on twt. i was also listening to pain by boy harsher when writing this, maybe you'll like it too.

“Shut up” Mark’s voice growls to quieten down your sounds of desperation, the coldness of his lip ring grazing against the shell of your ear and you shiver at the sudden contact, pressing your lips together tightly to conceal the noises that threaten to escape due to Mark’s hand shoved beneath the waistband on your panties, fingers rubbing vigorously against your clit while the other hand pushes your stomach, holding your back against his chest.

Your legs are spread open, locked by his own and they ache, needing to be released from his hold but with the way the heel of his shoes dig into your calves as he pushes them open even more, you know you won’t be let out of this position any time soon.

Truthfully, you can’t believe how you ended up in this position, with Mark of all people who you thought was one of the quiet bad boy types. He was bad in the way he smoked packs of cigarettes daily and didn’t care about other people and his surroundings, mostly keeping to himself and not getting involved with others unless necessary. He didn’t like talking to people and he sure as hell wasn’t going to make a conversation with someone he barely knew, always holding his head low and darkly glaring at whoever tried to get too close to him.

You walking over to him was a complete dare made by your friends, wanting to see if you could get one sentence out of him before he did his usual technique of glaring and ignoring. But one moment you were both sat on the sofa together, somehow having small talk about something so stupid and bland, and then the next you were back at his place, spread open on his bed on the verge of cumming.

“How are you so wet from me playing with your clit?” Mark teases with a scoff, his movements refusing to slow down as you thrash against his hold. “Are you really that easy? Are you that much of a needy whore that you get turned on from a simple touch?”

“Mar—”

“Did I say you can speak?” You immediately shut up, throwing your head back against Mark’s shoulder and staring up at the ceiling with a silent gasp as he presses down harshly on your swollen clit, rubbing in sloppy circles that has your head spinning.

His chin digs into your collarbone as he peers down at his hand inside your underwear, scoffing at the sight of the material dampening with each touch before he drags his fingers down to your wet pussy lips, stroking over the folds before plunging his two digits deep inside.

You’re in shock at how easy he is pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt, reaching further than yours or anyone else's fingers had ever reached, it had your toes curling in pleasure and you’re unable to keep your noise at a minimum.

“Louder. Let me know how good my fingers fill you up” Mark orders you as he adds a third finger, the stretch uncomfortable but pleasurable enough for you to continue to enjoy and your back arches against his chest, a mixture of broken moans and whines spilling from your lips.

“Please. Please, keep going—don’t stop—fuck” You babble incoherently and he continues scissoring his fingers, the heel of his hand joining the mix and rubs against your clit.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” Mark hums in your ear, pressing his lips against your lobe in a somewhat gentle kiss. “Listen to the way you squelch around my fingers”

It makes you dizzy hearing how fucking wet you are, how the loud noises of his fingers drilling into your pussy is enough to fill the room. Your own noises aren’t enough to drown out the sound of how wet your pussy is and it tips you close to the edge, the band in your stomach getting tighter and with one simple curl of his fingers, your release gushes over his fingers, soaking his palm and your panties.

You’re shaking through your orgasm, hand flying down to grip at his wrist to stop him from fingering you any longer, legs quivering with each movement he makes. His other hand drops from your stomach to rip your grip away, forcing you to stop pulling him away as he continues fingerfucking you through the last wave of your release.

“There we go” The chuckle that rumbles in his chest vibrates on your back as you slump fully against him, but you don’t have time to get comfortable when Mark’s already shoving you off of him, falling slack on the bed sheets as he climbs on top of you, shoving himself between your thighs.

The panties that stick uncomfortably to your pussy are ripped off of you in an instant, thrown across Mark’s bedroom floor and his fingers are quick to undo the belt buckle on his jeans, shoving them down his legs and kicking them off of his feet along with his boxers.

You suck in a deep breath at the size of his cock, wondering how on earth it was going to fit and your legs instinctively close around his hips, causing his head to shoot up to look at you with a darkened glare.

“It’s not going to fit” You shake your head quickly, panic rising in your chest. “You’re… you’re too big, you’re not going to fi—”

“Why do you think I fingered you in the first place?” He asks you, hand coming up to touch your cheek, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip. “I was getting your pussy prepared for my cock, making you open and ready for me”

His words are enough to have your pussy aching and desperate for him again, unlocking your legs from around his hips and dropping them to his side but he has other plans, palms gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing upwards, the strain painful but you ignore it as he rests your legs on each of his shoulders and leans over you, leaving you squished and folded in half.

squished and folded in half.

Your fingers dig into his biceps with a wince as you feel his cock press against your folds, sucking in a deep breath as Mark slides into you with ease, balls firm against your ass as he buries himself in your warmth completely. The stretch is almost unbearable and the cramp in your thighs makes you want to push him off and tell him no more, but the slight roll of his hips causes his cock to brush against your walls and you shiver, nails digging further into his skin with your jaw slacked.

“You’re so tight, fuck” Mark whispers, face hovering just above yours. You want to kiss him, you haven’t kissed since the night first started and you yearn for his lips, but every time you crane your neck to kiss him, he always pulls away, biting down on his lip ring instead. You’re slightly annoyed, wondering why he was so fine on fingering and fucking you but not giving you a simple kiss, but the annoyance slips away when he pulls his hips back only to thrust forward, skin slapping against skin.

“You’re too big” You whimper, pressing your lips tightly together as tears spring in the corner of your eyes. “How are you so fucking big?”

spring in the corner of your eyes. “How are you so fucking big?”

Mark just smirks, turning his head to nip the flesh of your leg as he fucks into you, picking up his speed. He’s grunting loudly, swearing under his breath every time he feels you clench around squeeze his cock in, the wet and warmth of your walls sending shivers down his spine.

“Fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?” He says, eyes meeting yours. “Your pussy is the perfect fit. You take me so well… made just for me. Tell me. Tell me your pussy is made just for me”

“M...my—”

“Louder” He demands with one hard thrust and you wail, head throwing back against the pillows as tears stream down your cheeks.

“My pussy is made for you!!”

“God, you’re such a good fucking girl” Mark grunts before finally craning his neck down to lock his lips with yours, the cold metal lip ring sending a shock to your core and you erupt, legs shaking on his shoulders as you cum once again. You’re moaning between the kiss, hands trailing up his shoulders to grip the messy tufts of hair on the nape of his neck, allowing his thrusts to drive you into overstimulation as he chases his own high.

His headboard knocks against the wall with each powerful movement of his hips and you could care less if you’re waking up his neighbours, too focused on the way his lips mould with yours and how his hips lose their rhythm.

“I’m gonna cum” Mark tells you with a whisper to your lips, breaking the kiss to look you in the eye. “Are you going to let me cum in your pretty pussy?”

“Cum in me” You nod feverishly, wanting him to fill you up and he smirks, crashing his lips to yours once more before he gives you one last powerful thrust and stills, cock pumping out cum around your walls. You gasp at the feeling of being filled, holding onto him tightly as he empties inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He’s grunting heavily against your lips, breaking the kiss to sit up, pushing your legs off of his shoulders and they drop to his side numbly.

He stares down at where you’re connected, thumbs coming down to press at your lower stomach and he grins when he feels himself, raising his head to meet your eyes.

“See… pussy is made for me”

©mrkis

#mark lee smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #mark smut #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #nct mark smut #oneshot: your dark side

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dollwrites · 6 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, fingering ( r!receiving ), forced infidelity, noise control, hair pulling, dom!kafka, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty [ kafka + noise control ]

“Kafka,” shivering when you feel her body press against your back, pinning you to the bed, you whisper in warning, “he’s right there.” a subtle nod to the sleeping man on the other side of the bed, and you hear Kafka scoff.

“What’s the matter?” she whispers back, against the shell of your ear, before nipping at your lobe. “Worried he’s gonna wake up and find us like this?” you nod. you can already feel one of her hands slipping up under your oversized tee to cup your sex through your panties. she palms at you until you’re stifling a mewl, back arching into her abdomen, and nudging against her hand. “You don’t seem like you’re all that scared. You’re practically soaking yourself at the idea of getting caught, aren’t you?”

Kafka’s fingers hook into your panties and pull them to one side, all the while her lips work on the sweetest sectors of your throat, kissing and suckling until you feel hot and weak and you’re whining quietly.

“Listen to that little whimper of yours,” she teases, slipping her forefinger inside to the knuckle. your walls welcome her digit with excited fluttering, but your legs attempting to snap shut and push her out, “that feels good, doesn’t it? You like it?” clamping your own hand over your mouth, your wide eyes flicker to your snoozing boyfriend. but you nod, nonetheless, feeling her slender finger joined by another.

“Of course you do.” planting her parted lips on your cheek, you can feel the drag of her teeth, and the flickering of her tongue as she mutters, her eyes also on the man beside you. “This warm, wet pussy of yours is clenching my fingers so hard, you’re wishing it was my strap, aren’t you? A nice, hard dicking from the only one that can do it right, that’s what you want. This poor bastard could never give that pussy what she wants, he doesn’t have the stamina, the strength. You need to be fucked, turned inside out, and he can’t do it. But you know I can. You know I can break you in all the right ways. Go ahead and watch him, baby,” thrusting her digits into you at a steady pace, she does so with enough force to send a violent ripple through the mattress. each pump fills you with the entire length of her fingers, and is punctuated by a meek and muffled squeal into your palm. your eyes water; you’d been staring at the sleeping man for too long, unblinking and wide eyed, nervous that the motion would wake him.

Kafka’s free hand skirts upwards and dives into your tendrils, snatching a handful hard at the roots and forcing your head back, “If you could only see the pleasure on your face, baby girl. You absolutely love this, don’t you? I’m finger fucking you while your oblivious boyfriend sleeps in the same bed, and you’re eating it up— moaning and whining into your own palm, getting off on it like a filthy slut.”

she only smiles, breathlessly, when she changes the angle of her assault, pushing deep to curl her fingers and hook your g-spot. damn her for knowing every inch of your body. you tense up, pushing your own hand into your mouth harder to muffle the involuntary cry, and your free hand clasps over the other. “There it is,” Kafka purrs, pulling on your hair to keep your head angled towards her, “there’s the good spot.” she sits back, pinning your quivering thighs to the bed, and like a bitch in heat leashed by her grip on your scalp, you follow her movements, releasing your own mouth and pushing your upper half off the bed with your palms until you’re in a position similar to the cobra. “You’re shaking so much already, gonna cum so soon?”

if you hadn’t locked your elbows, they’d be quivering just as intensely as your thighs, “Kaf— Kafka!” you hiss, frantic. your orgasm is approaching quick, “I can’t— be quiet, you know that!”

out of the corner of your watering eyes, you see her grinning like mad, before she pushes you forward again, shoving your face into your pillow only inches from your boyfriend’s head. her palm is flat against the back of your head to keep you firmly in place. “Well then, sounds like you better muffle yourself with your pillow, because I’m not stopping.”

#Kafka #Kafka x reader #Kafka x you #Kafka smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai smut #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #honkai kafka

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ermnmika · 1 year

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taming bakugou is a big challenge for you.

!warnings!: NSFW, MDNI. gn!dom!reader, sub!bakugo, light bondage, dirty talk, degradation, physical pain, handjob, choking (everything listed bkg receiving). reader is a bit sadistic.

he's pressed to the sheets under your strong torso, squrming and snarling. his hands are tied securely behind his back by your own tie you wore to work today, palms warm and sweaty as if he was ready to set off explosions at you at any given moment. as if you'd let him. you chuckle at the thought.

"katsuki." you murmur into his ear gently, so close, extremely close, your lips almost touching the lobe, and his breath hitches for a moment. he needs more, he craves it, but he won't admit it. you decide to give him a chance at first. "dear. be a brat again and i won't give you what you want."

"you better get off me and let me fuck you myself." he spits bitterly, voice soaked in usual irritation. your eyes widen in displeasure, nails digging into the skin of his strong shoulders, leaving pink marks. "i know how much you want my cock."

a scowl twists your face. not good.

"is that so?" you sit back, ass placed on his lower back, right above his throbbing dick, and you push your hips as hard as you can. his dick gets squished under your body weight, painfully so, and he lets out a muffled groan. "then why would you let me tie you in the first place, hm? why would you let me get on top of you? take control over your body?"

your voice is sweet, but filled with poison that beats all the air out of his lungs. he grits his teeth and wriggles in desperate attempts to get out of your grip, dick almost getting crushed and yet still extremely hard, but right now you are stronger, and you refuse to give him any opportunity to escape your punishment.

"admit it, bakugo." you lean forward, grab his hair in a hard grip of your fingers, and press his flushed face into the sheets. then, with your other hand you smack his back, making him flinch, feeling the muscles stiff under your harsh touch. he barely stifles a moan and you chuckle under your breath. "you like being treated like a slut. you like being owned. how will the world react if they see one of the top pro-heroes whimpering in pleasure from being hit?"

you hit again, and again, and again, and each time he shifts uncontrollably, whimpers through still gritted teeth, tears collect in the corners of his eyes. you tug at his blond locks so he raises his head and meets your blown out pupils. your gaze is dark, brows furrowed, but you seem very concentrated and he feels a small speck of fear tug at his heart. you notice it, but don't give yourself away.

"sh-shut up." he tries to intervene but he sounds so, so pathetic.

"you fucking brat." you let go of his hair but he's still looking at you, taking in your stern and unhinged expression and flushed face. your eyes fall on the bright red spot in the form of your hand on his back, right under his shoulderblades, and the wave of pleasure hits you again. "you love this. you love the humiliation and you love the pain."

grin paints your face as he hides his in the sheets, thus proving your point, so you decide it's finally time to turn him on his back. you flip him over and drag his stiff body to lean on the headboard, and cage his thighs between your legs.

he's breathing heavily, sweat drops falling from his face onto his chest, eyes dazed with a spark of anger, mouth agape. his lips are puffy and pretty, sparkling from wetness, and you want to kiss them so badly but you restrain yourself. he didn't deserve it.

"just touch me already, you damn- ahh," he doesn't get to finish his sentence when you wrap your fingers around the tip of his cock, not squeezing, just placing your hand on it. he moans loudly just from this small contact and you smile maliciously, taking in his fastened breathing and half-lidded eyes.

it was a trick. because right at the next second you remove your hand and slap his twitching dick, making him almost fold in half while shouting from the strike of pain.

you smile at him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as if you didn't just smack the shit out of his cock. "does this count?"

he presses back against the headboard again, his legs now shaking. his wet hair clings to his forehead, you know it always annoys him but you purposefully don't remove it. you meet his gaze and there's a huge abyss of hate and resentment, but you know the motherfucker is thriving right now. he craves to be put in his place.

"your silence tells me it's still not enough." you hum, and bring yourself closer, almost towering over his form. he waits for a strike again, his whole body stiffening, but you take his cock in your hand and spread the precum over his length, agonizingly slow, rubbing over his veins. he relaxes after a few strokes, the features on his face smoothing out, his mouth falling agape again, and you take the opportunity to catch his lower lip between your teeth, biting and sucking on it. he kisses back, hips moving against your hand for more friction, and you swallow his moans.

you keep stroking him up and down, let go of his lips and nose his cheek, your movements becoming a bit faster now. "hmm... katsuki, would you like to be choked?"

judging from his fucked out expression, he can't think clearly right now, eyes rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. you grab his chin and turn his face towards you, your hand still moving on his length. "katsuki. yes or no." your voice is steel and demanding.

you wait for a few moments, searching for an answer on his face, until he mumbless a small "yes." and you nod.

you win.

he's already barely breathing, but you're about to make it worse. you shift a little to a more comfortable position, and to give bakugo some time to prepare himself. after that you clutch at his neck, slowly and carefully adding pressure while you brush over his cock wirh your fingers. he's squirming, not able to hold still, so you add more pressure and he wheezes, his cock twitching. you bite your own moans and move your hand faster, and faster, and he can't handle it anymore. he tries to breathe and suffocates under your touch, and you're breaking him, you're breaking bakugo katsuki.

you rub your own wetness against his limp thigh, watching his face become more pale, mouth completely open and trying to catch air.

"my little slut likes to be choked by me, hm? that's it, katsuki. know your place. know who you belong to."

and just like that, with his eyes rolling back and you removing your hand just in time, he inhales sharply and cums, white hot liquid falling on the muscles of his chest. you watch this beautiful view, taking it all in. he chokes on air, back arching in immense, overwhelming pleasure. his whole world is being destroyed in front of his eyes.

and you were the one who did it. with your own hands.

dedicated to all subby baku enjoyers. i stand with you.

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velvetures · 29 days

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Johnny “Ear Nibbler” MacTavish

He loves to have your ears in his mouth.

And no. No, he doesn’t care where you are, or even if you think it’s a bit strange.

With him being so tall, it’s already a bit of a challenge reaching down to kiss your lips. Besides, you’re a talker and he would rather die than not hear your pretty voice. The next best place? Your ears of course.

They’re little… cute… defenseless. The perfect place for his mouth to latch on to and nibble on. Gentle enough to not make them super red, but it happens anyway when you feel his hot breath against you and feel his tongue licking at the outer edge of your cartilage. Blushing all over with warm cheeks and trying to hide away so he can't make you look any more head-over-heels for him than you already do. Smacking his lips and teasing you until you giggle from the tickling feeling, using his teeth to nip at your ear lobes and even biting at your earrings if you have them in.

Johnny thinks it’s a bit amusing that you get so squirmy over it. He’s just messing with your ears… why get so worked up? But you can’t begin to explain how difficult it is to focus when he chuckles softly that close. Vibrating your ear and nearly shutting off all common sense flowing through your head. His grown-out beard scratches at your sensitive skin and the mint gum in his mouth leaves a cool sensation on the skin he leaves a thin gloss of spit on.

“Your up tae high do…” His low, rumbling voice only makes you giggle that much more, shoving at his chest weakly and mumbling for him to quit; you’re in line at the grocery store for god’s sake.

He’s even worse at home. If you can call his constant mouthing and teasing a negative experience.

You’ve even joked about getting him a teething ring to keep his mouth off your ears for even a few days. Joking that they’ll get pruny or your earrings will tarnish if he doesn’t let them dry off. But Johnny isn’t deterred in the slightest. Coming up behind you at the stove and wrapping both arms around you tightly -to make sure you can’t run away- and lick at the curve of your ear. Having the sickeningly attractive confidence to ask how the cooking is going and if he can help you stir.

“You’re so sweet, kitty… cannae help but want to taste.”

At night, he’s a bit sweeter about it. Giving his ‘goodnights’ with soft kisses to your mouth and trailing up your jaw to your ears. Wet lips softly kissing up over every inch and nipping just a little. Nuzzling up tightly and holding you high enough in his arms that he can bury his face in your neck. His breath fanning over you and staying close enough that you can hear his inhales and exhales steady out. A sure way to know he’s finally settling down.

You’re always so worried about him and his stress. And when he’s up in your ears all day, you can lose sight of how sweet it truly is. Having the otherworldly good luck of being able to hear him all the time. Feel him that close. At night, his mouth grazes your ear. It’s nearly the only way you can fall asleep.

Even if you wake up to him licking at you and nibbling all over again.

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hollyseb · 4 months

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BARTENDER (FINAL PART)

Warnings; violence, blood, smut. MINORS DNI. I am not responsible for your media consumption

No permission to copy my work.

AN: I hope you enjoy the finale :)

Meanwhile, Bucky made his way to Rumlow’s warehouse. Blood thumping in his ears as he hugged his gun closely to his body. He was going to kill Rumlow, rip his organs from his body. Make it slow and painful.

He organised Sam and Steve, directing them to take different entrances as he took the main one. He could barely see as it was thumping down with rain.

Bucky pushed the rusty door open, expecting to see Rumlow and his cronies in the middle of the room, only to see nobody there. Fuck. No, no, no. It was a trap. He saw Sam and Steve begin to step into the room, shock clear on both their faces too. This stupid mob was usually so predictable.

And now you were at home, nobody present, completely vulnerable. God, how could I be so fucking stupid? He thought. He wanted to rip his hair out.

“Buck, she’ll be fine at the house, really, just relax”, Steve said, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky’s shoulders were raising and falling drastrically. Fear was gripping his lungs. What if they had got you? God knows what they were doing. This was the first time in years he had let himself grow close to someone, develop feelings, and of course it was taken advantage of. It was arrogant really, to think that he could live any resemblance of a normal life.

The fear was replaced by anger. How dare they? He was shaking, clenching his fists and grinding his jaw. He ripped the car door open and slammed it shut after he got in. He started speeding back to his house, back to you. He didn’t care about anything as long as you were safe.

His car skidded into his driveway, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he saw a smashed window. Fuck. I’m going to skin him alive.

Bucky jumped out the SUV before it had even come to a stop, kicking his front door in. There were male footprints cased into the floor. They were here.

Steve and Sam followed suit, scoping out the foyer, pointing their guns into each corner.

Bucky felt the air get knocked from his lungs when he saw the trail of blood leading from the stairs to the dining room. Signalling to eachother, Bucky pushed the door open as Sam and Steve looked through their guns.

Stepping into the room, the trail of blood stopped. You were sat in the middle of the room. Ankles and wrists tied to one of the dining room chairs you were sitting in earlier. Your head lolling onto your chest.

Bucky could hardly breathe. Blood thumping in his ears. He gripped his gun closer, approaching you.

His hand reached out, forefinger and thumb reaching out to your chin, lifting your face up. You were out, cold. But… you weren’t hurt too badly. A split chin, and a bruise blossoming on your temple. He was finally able to release a sigh of relief.

A figure emerged from the dark corner of the room. Rumlow. Bucky immediately lifted his gun, Rumlow snorted.

“Such a sweet little thing, really”, motioning to you, “you know she was gasping your name while I suffocated her”

Holy fuck. Bucky could only see red. He wasn’t like this normally. He was calm, controlled, calculated. But with you, he had something to lose. He was irrational, angry and impulsive.

Rumlow continued his taunting, “she is… not what I expected from you, really. Is she a good fuck or something?”

“Shut the fuck up”, Bucky gritted, stalking closer to Rumlow. He was standing behind the chair you were sitting in, caressing your shoulders. It was sickening. He was practically using you as a human shield.

Rumlows hand carried on down your chest, landing on top of your breasts, “I mean, I could let you know if she is. Then you can go back to the whores you like so much, and I can have this sweet, innocent thing to myself”

He put his dirty lips against your neck, licking up from the base to your ear lobe. It was filthy. Bucky’s chest got tight at the sight, the violation and the way Rumlow acted as though you were his. He knew he was practically dead.

Bucky lunged at Rumlow, but within an instant he had pulled a pocket knife from his jacket. He had your hair fisted in his hand, and the knife in the other. Guiding it from your bruised temple, down vein running through the side of your throat.

Bucky stopped in his path.

“James…I will take everything you hold dear, until you are simply a shell of a man. I saw the way you looked at this bitch. I hadn’t seen that fire in your eyes for a long time”

It was all a show, to rile Bucky up. It worked. With a bang, Bucky threw his gun on the floor, the bullets clattering and rolling. He lunged for Rumlow and dragged him by his hair to the floor.

He landed punch, after punch, after punch. He didn’t stop when he heard Rumlows head crack against the tile. He didn’t stop when Rumlow passed out. He was ruthless, it was sickening. Steve had to drag Rumlow from Bucky's grip while Sam untied the restraints holding your limbs.

Bucky turned to face you, and caught your body as it began to slip down the chair from the lack of constraints. He was a state. Dark, hollowed eyes, bloodied fists. A sharp contrast to how he was acting with you. His hand gently rubbing your temple, hoping he could simply erase the bruising. His thumb caresses your split jaw, wiping away the wet blood.

He was murmuring your name beneath his breath, begging you to come back around.

Slowly but surely, your eyes opened, blurrily landing on the man holding you.

“B-Bucky?” Your voice was quiet, broken, and confused. The words barely scraping out your throat.

He pounced on you, one hand wrapping around the back of your head and the other gripping your waist. You stayed like that for a long time. Sitting across his lap in his bloodied kitchen.

You spoke into his chest, “that man… Bucky I was so scared”.

He picked you up in one swift motion, muttering “I know honey, you did so, so well. I’ve got you now though, and I won’t leave you again”. He was carrying you to his bedroom.

He instructed you to get changed, your clothes splattered in your own blood. He went to leave, as he did earlier,

“N-no. Stay”, your hands reaching out to his turned back. He simply sent you a curt nod, not sure how to feel. He went and sat on the bed, trying not to burn a hole through your bare back as you changed your sweater and reached for one of his shirts.

You joined him on the bed, suddenly aware of how intimate the scenario was. You were sitting almost on top of him, in his shirt, as he wiped the dried blood from your lip with damp gauze, and drew soft circles into your back to soothe you. You noticed the way he grimaced when his eyes drifted to your bruised temple. They’d never fucking touch you again.

He couldn’t help the emotions that drifted over him. Possession. It was sickening. Obsessive. His brain pushing images of how you would’ve been attacked. His stomach turning. He was trying to shove the thoughts away. The way he wanted to know where you were all the time, who you were with. This never would’ve happened if he protected you.

You couldn't help it. You leaned over and took his face in your hands, wanting to wipe away the concern and anger.

You turned your head and let your lips land on his. You could tell he was surprised at first, feeling a gasp across your lower lip, but he quickly eased into it. His hand falling to your lower back.

You were dominating at first, but not for long. Soon enough he had a hand on the back of your head, leaning you back to give himself more access for his tongue to dominate yours. You’d given his permission to act on his primal instincts. To mark you in the way that Rumlow had threatened to.

He leaned back, and pulled you onto his lap as he rested against the headboard. God, you could do this forever. The kiss went from gentle to rough, as his hand started pressing into your lower back, arching you down onto him.

You gasped into his mouth, he ate it up, biting down on your lower lip, avoiding the cut.

His hands travelled down to your ass, slowly groping, and gently running his hands over it. You exhaled gently into his mouth. You needed this. The catharsis. The sweet release.

You could feel his hardening cock below your core, his jaw clenched when you slowly, slowly allowed yourself to start moving along it. Your hips dancing back and forth.

Fuck. He felt like he was about to cum in his pants.

He’d fucked plenty of women before. But this… was different. He wanted to take his time with you, show you how much he cared, make you feel better than you ever have. He wanted to ruin all other men for you. Make you his, and only his.

“I can’t-”, Bucky pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours while using his big hands to still your hips, “I can’t control myself around you”. A warning.

You softly smiled against his lips, “shut up”, you teased. He grinned against you, guiding your hips over his cock again. You were truly something else, he thought, telling a mob boss to shut up. His cock got even harder.

His hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, asking for permission to rip it off. He peeled it over your head, his eyes raking over your bare body. Teeth digging into his lower lip when your hair landed softly upon your body.

Toned shoulders and molded collarbones. Leading to your round breasts and soft stomach. His hands cupped your tits, tweaking your nipples, you felt a shiver down your spine.

He disconnected from your lips to stare at your breasts, “best pair of tits I’ve ever fuckin’ seen”, he murmured to himself, taking a nipple into his mouth and gently sucking on it.

Your back arched into him, wanting to be ever closer. Gasping when he released it with a pop and blew cool air onto it, causing it to harden.

“F-fuck”, you moaned as he took the other one in his mouth, biting down ever so slightly. It was cruel, the way he was teasing you, had you tethering on the edge. One hand kneading your breast, and the other squeezing your ass.

You yelped when he bit down on your nipple and smacked your ass at the same time. You looked down, to see him grinning as he looked up at you. Devil, you thought.

Within an instant, he had you flipped over. One hand supporting his weight, and the other trailing down your body.

“You’re fucking perfect” Bucky whispered, as he pressed his lips to your neck. You were exactly how he envisioned. Perfect, angelic… and all his.

His lips travelled down your body, nipping and tucking. Landing on your collarbone and leaving a hefty hickey. He kissed down, down until he was kneeled between your legs.

He gently spread your legs, holding them open with a hand on your knees. He kissed down your thighs, sucking slightly, his other hand teasing you, so close but so far from where you needed him.

He looked up at you, stripping you of your shorts. He hooked his fingers around the waistline of your panties, tugging them down, his eyes remained on yours. Instinctively, you raised your hands to your face, suddenly feeling too bare.

“Ah-ah-ah”, the man between your legs tsked, grabbing your wrists. “You think you can hide from me, honey?”, a devilish grin appearing on his face, you had no clue how true those words rang.

He spread your legs once more, before eyeing your glistening cunt. Fuck, he thought. You were perfect.

His finger ran from the hole to your throbbing clit, spreading the wetness, before using his thumb and forefinger to spread your folds.

“I think you want this more than I do, honey”, Bucky sighed, his cock painfully hard, “you’re fucking dripping”.

You felt your face flush.

“Tell me…”, he slapped your thigh gently, demanding your eye contact, “tell me how badly you want me to eat this pussy out”

You blushed deeper, shocked at his brashness. He loved it. You were too good of a girl for this. He was corrupting you. He wanted to fuck the good girl right out of you. Make you just like him.

He smirked at your silence. Grinning at your sharp inhale when he got close to your clit, exhaling on it, and then pulling away. He was teasing you. Fuck. You writhed under him and he had barely touched you.

“P-please Bucky”, you begged.

His grip on your thigh got painful, “you know what I want to hear”, he smirked up at you, arrogantly.

Your fingers gripped the sheets, before whispering “I want you to eat this pussy so badly”. God, the power this man holds over you is insane. You felt naughty, like you'd said a swear word.

All thoughts flew out of your head when his tongue made contact with your cunt. Flatly licking from your hole to your clit. You were tensing around nothing. He was so gentle yet so hard, his fingers spreading your folds.

He was drunk on the way your head fell back onto the pillow, the pleasure consuming you. He held your legs down with his big forearms, pinning you to the bed. He was a man possessed, his only mission making you orgasm. Your hips were lifting from the bed.

“Stop fucking moving”, he murmured against you. The vibrations only spur you further.

His licks got faster, as did your moans. The coil in your stomach was tightening, your thighs gripping his head.

“G-gonna cum, Buck-” you stammered, as your legs locked around his head, your hips rising from the bed. You were practically riding his face, chasing your pleasure.

Bucky had to grind his cock against the mattress to feel some relief.

Bucky lifted his head, drinking in the way you were laying. Messy hair, puffy lips, your chest rising and falling steadily.

He climbed up your body, nudging your lips with his nose. Your lips met, you could taste yourself on him. It was filthy. So, so hot. His hands met your thighs again, fingers gently strumming your clit.

“B-Buck…too much”, your eyes rolling into your head.

“Shhh. I’m not done yet honey”, he whispered against your lips, ignoring your protests, rubbing tight circles onto your clit.

Your body tensed when his index finger teased your tight hole.

“Is this okay?” Bucky questioned when you inhaled sharply at his intrusion.

“Y-yeah. I just…”, you cringed when you looked at him.

“Has nobody ever done this before, baby?” He looked at you sympathetically, but his eyes screamed possession. He thought his cock might explode. Fuck.

Of course you’d had sex before, but nobody had really taken the time to melt you down, rip you apart.

He tutted condescendingly, “don’t worry honey, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good”, he kissed you gently.

His finger gently pushing into you, the stretch was delicious. You gasped when you’d finally taken it all, and then when he started moving in and out slowly. You were so tight. He didn’t know whether to pull out, or to continue his intrusion. You were embarrassed by the squelching noises, your arousal painfully obvious.

“Take everything I fucking give you”, Bucky murmured to himself before his mouth latched onto your tit. He wanted to overwhelm you, to invade all your senses. He wanted you weak, docile.

He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot. When his thumb gently pressed against your clit, you couldn't even tell Bucky you were going to cum, it just came over you. Your body tensing, your head lolling across your shoulders. Bucky couldn’t stop staring at you. Fuck.

Yeah, you had ruined all other women for him.

He gently kissed you through your orgasm. Tonguing away the tears that had seeped from your eyes.

You were overwhelmed, clutching Bucky’s arms, trying to ground yourself. Bucky pulled you on top of him, hands running up and down your bare spine. It was intimate. Matching your breathing to his, you were calmed.

You sat up, your hands pressing against his chest. He was surprised at that. He thought you would’ve been utterly fucked out. You sent him a dozy smile, as you pushed your weight down, applying pressure to his throbbing cock.

He exhaled at that, grateful for the relief, his hands fisting your hips. Before resuming his dominant demeanor, he sat up, gently tugging on the ends of your hair, forcing your head back.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. His grip on your hair got tighter when you didn’t answer.

“I want you to fuck me so badly”, you whispered, echoing what he had taught you earlier. You just wanted to please him. He smirked at that, but you could tell he was surprised, his eyebrows lifting. You were his filthy girl.

He pulled away within an instant, tugging off his shirt and trousers. His body was insane. Broad shoulders, small waist, big arms. You watched, almost obsessively, when he removed his briefs. He was grinning at your reaction. His long cock slapping against his abs, the tip leaking.

Fuck, he is massive.

Your mouth fell open, you were practically drooling. He smirked, tweaking your nipple again. His thumb ran over his tip, collecting the precum, he raised his coated thumb to your lips, guiding it into your mouth. He tasted delicious. You wrapped your lips around him, and sucked his thumb gently. It was dirty.

His other hand pushed you down onto the bed. His cock in his hand, approaching you. You gasped when he ran his cock through them, tapping the tip against your clit.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you”, he whispered to himself, against your neck as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Your entire body tensed at first, but slowly relaxed as he ran a hand down your thigh, telling you to take deep breaths, and reminded you how good you were being.

You let your eyes fall shut when he eventually bottomed out, taking deep breaths to accommodate his huge size. He knew he was big, but after he was an inch inside of you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

He stilled, his finger gripping your jaw. “Open your fucking eyes”, sending you a sweet smile when you complied. God, he makes your head spin. How his words and actions conflict each other. “That’s a good girl.”

He began rocking into you, pulling his cock almost all the way out before sliding back in. He was obsessed with the way your eyes rolled back and your jaw fell slack when his cock touched that spongy spot.

His eyes flicking between your fucked-out face, your bouncing tits, and the slick coating his cock where you two met.

“I’m. Fucking. Obsessed. With. You”, his thrusts punctuating each word, “my good girl, all fucking mine”. He brushed the hair that was stuck to your forehead with sweat from your face.

You were making unintelligible sounds. He was everywhere. Licking up your throat, biting your lip, squeezing your tits. You were so tight, sucking him in. The headboard rhymically slamming against the wall.

You whined his name. He could feel you pulsating, gripping him like a vice. You were cumming again, your head clouding. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

He was drinking you in, staring at your creased face, mouth agape. You were beautiful. He loved you like this. After the fear of having lost you, he just wanted to know where you were all the time. You were safe if you were under him.

He wanted this to last forever, but he felt his orgasm rising. You watched him as he leaned back, his abs tensing. You clenched teasingly, watching him chase his finish.

He stared at you as you smirked at him. You had all the power now. His head fell back as his thrusts became sloppier. He was moaning your name repeatedly.

“Going to cum inside of you, honey. Make you all mine. All fucking mine”. It was carnal, his need to release his load inside of you.

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t seen him so possessive before. “Y-yes. Cum inside of me, p-please”, you muttered, fingernails raking down his abs.

You could feel his release soak your walls, slowly leaking out of you. His body collapsed onto yours, gripping your shoulders, taking shallow breaths.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pressing coy kisses to his face.

He rolled over and pulled you on top of him, still inside of you.

“You know, I’m never going to let you go now”, Bucky whispered in your ear, hands running down your back.

“You think I was going to let you?”

You said it teasingly, unaware of the deep rooted truth behind his statement. You were his. Obsessively, thoroughly, whole-heartedly. He would slaughter anyone who dared to cross his relationship with you.

His sweet, little bartender.

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hungharrington · 8 months

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How’s Steve a menace in bed? He was being very sweet and somehow convinced you to get naked and between his legs, your back against his chest, with the promise of a lovely fingering session <3 so sweet, so many kisses and pets and giggles, but he starts teasing you, barely stroking your clit and swatting your hands away when you try to touch yourself, cooing that you’re being so needy, tugging at your nipples, biting all over your neck and shoulder, and he just keeps getting worse and worse, switching between pretending he can’t find your clit or barely getting a finger in you and going deep and slow just how you like, and then spanking your clit when you whine too much ❤️

CJJCJSHDJSJSHCCUSHS THIS IS MENACE STEVE IN THE BEDROOM YES (also the promise a lovely fingering session…. why did i swoon and get horny in one go? jesus christ) MDNI this entire blog is 18+, afab!reader

He’s touching you too much in the wrong places and not nearly enough in the right ones.

Well, it’s not the wrong places— just he’s being a fucking tease and that was so not what you signed up to right now. You’re trying not to shift around, trying to keep your hands atop his thighs like you promised you would but he’s making it so goddamn hard.

“Stop moving, c’mon,” His breath warms your ear as he speaks, low and raspy. You can hear the smirk in it.

His lips move further down, taking your lobe between his teeth and suckling at it sweetly— knowing just how it makes you wetter. Heat plumes in your gut. Your grip on his thighs tightens and you inhale sharply, trying to keep a semblance of cool as his hand on your inner thighs moves back to your aching core.

“Then stop teasing me.” You bite back, eyes sliding shut. Any heat of your words is stolen by your breathlessness when his digits swipe through your folds, gathering slick and you can’t help it— your hips buck up to meet the touch.

Steve’s hand pulls back, right as the other, wrapped around your waist, reaches up to pinch your nipple. You whine, both from the change in stimulation and the never-ending teasing.

Your hands move without thought but you don’t get anyway near touching yourself before Steve’s hand grab both of them, planting them firmly back on to his thighs. He’s stopped teasing your ear and chuckles in that annoying, terrible, so damn hot way that makes you want to squirm again.

“Wasn’t it you that said,” He hums lowly, one of his hands trailing off yours to caress along your inner thigh again. “‘If either one of us is needy, it’s definitely you.’” He puts on a mimic of your voice, higher than his own.

You huff. You did say that— but you’re also pretty sure if you had him between your legs, he’d probably be in the same whiny state you are right now.

“I did.” You admit, chest rising a bit as his fingers dip back into to your cunt. They stroke up and down, ignoring your twitchy clit and just circling your entrance— you can feel how it clenches, trying to entice him in. You can tell he feels it too, given away by a twitch against your lower back and a poorly hidden groan.

“Mhm,” Steve starts. “So you can either admit that you are needy,” he coos, fingers ghosting over your clit. You barely manage to restrain yourself from moving. “And I’ll give you what you want— my fingers, my cock, my tongue, all of it, baby.”

It sounds good. It sounds so good— you know he would probably make you cum on each of those options. But damn, if you aren’t stubborn. You don’t say anything for a moment.

“Or?” You ask.

Steve laughs, like he knew you would pick the other from the start, and rewraps his arm around your waist, holding you snug against his front. His fingers playing with your cunt brush up against your clit and he pulls them off— a thread of your slick connecting them. He hovers them there, just barely not touching you.

“Or you can do it yourself.”

He pinches your nipple and it motion makes your hips jump, clit moving to brush against his fingers. You realise quite suddenly what his plan is — and are not too stubborn to admit how it makes your cunt gush a little. You roll your hips forward again, the motion limited by Steve’s arm around your middle and are rewarded with a soft rub against your neglected clit. A moan stutters out your lips.

It feels good— so fucking good that your hips buck forward around without thought, chasing the pleasure. Your eyes slip shut in concentration — Steve’s fingers are just too far to get a proper good rub — and open them again when Steve chuckles, beginning to kiss down your neck.

“It’s adorable that you think this is better than admitting you’re needy for me,” He murmurs, voice strained in his own arousal. You can’t stop now, hips rolling up wildly, desperate for friction. You whine and moan in his arms.

“Stubborn.” He teases.

“Menace.” You just manage to say back.

#i didn’t know how to end it ! alas! i am also at work and i have been in the bathroom for like 20 mins #tehe #jay answers #anon #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #loved this ask so bad #menace!bf steve

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