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lucifer morningstar smut hcs ; 18+
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requested by ; mod / self indulgent
fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; lucifer morningstar
outline ; “smut headcanons for lucifer”
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, versatile switch!lucifer, inappropriate use of shape shifting mentioned, vocal!lucifer, oral sex (reader receiving), daddy kink, sadomasochist!lucifer, marking kink, praise kink, body worship, one mention of bondage, lingerie kink
note ; i could write so much more for this prompt but i decided to cut it short for the sake of keeping this post at a semi-reasonable length haha ^^
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lucifer morningstar is, first and foremost, quite possibly the most versatile switch known to man (or demon) kind — after all, he’s had literal millennia to experiment, switch things up, and explore his boundaries, sexuality, and kinks with his ex partner so it only stands to reason that he’d be very comfortable with himself and his abilities in the bedroom by the time the two of you meet — so whether you’re more on the dominant or submissive side, or if you prefer to top or bottom in the bedroom, lucifer is more than happy to accommodate you if only you let him know your preferences and boundaries beforehand
somewhat related to the above point, but it’s well known that the king of hell is a shape shifter and, as such, he’s more than capable of switching things up, so to speak, if you want to be a bit more ‘out there’ and experimental when you have sex — of course he’s confident enough with the cock he already has and knows exactly how to use it to have you writhing and sobbing for more, but if you fancy something else for a change (be that something minor like just asking him to change sex or a more significant anatomy change like requesting tentacles) all you need to do is ask and he’s more than happy to do that for you
whether he’s dominating you or submitting to you, it’s a given that you’ll get to see two very different sides to him depending on his mood: his kinder and softer side (which corresponds to a softer style of dominance,or him being an obedient / ‘good’ submissive for youc and him getting off on your pleasure more than his own), and his more prideful and selfish ride (which results in him being a rougher and more degrading dominant, or a more bratty and demanding submissive)
no matter which role he’s adopting in the bedroom, lucifer is extremely vocal (like to the point that unless you use something to gag him, or are having sex far away from anyone else, you’re pretty much guaranteed to have anyone nearby be made immediately aware of what you’re doing) — as a dominant this usually just translates to him praising you and cussing (‘fuck… you feel so good…’ / ‘god you’re so beautiful/handsome…’ / ‘just like that…’ / etc.) and as a submissive this typically means he’s whining, moaning, groaning, or begging for you to do something or another in only half-intelligible pleas (‘please please please pl-ah-please…’ / ‘oh god…’ / etc.) — and on top of being so talkative, he’s also very loud which adds to the likelihood of the two of you getting caught in the act
one of the things that makes lucifer’s pride come out in full force is just how good he as at giving oral — he brags about it openly around you, spends ages downright begging you to let him go down on you and let him show you just how good it can feel (how he was able to steal both of adam’s wives away from him in no time at all), and when you finally agree you’ll find that he’s not just bragging for the sake of it and is genuinely really fucking good at getting you off like that
though he’d never admit to this out loud, lucifer has a very strong inclination towards being called ‘daddy’ and other such authoritative pet names in the bedroom — of course daddy is his favourite without a shadow of a doubt (and it’s very clear with how he responds after you say it), but you’ll also find him to be particularly fond of you calling him things like ‘my king’ and ‘my angel’ depending on his mood
and, likewise, when he’s in a more submissive mood (and especially when he’s really deep in sub space) there’s a very solid chance of his guard dropping and him calling you either ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’ depending on whether you’ve leaned towards masculine or feminine terms of address in the bedroom with him in the past — if you’re uncomfortable with that then a quick, and mortifying for him, discussion will have him doing his best to hold his tongue moving forwards, but if you’re fond of that dynamic then some positive reinforcement certainly won’t go unappreciated
the most sexually sensitive parts of lucifer’s body are as follows: his horns (wrap your hands around them and stroke them from base to tip and you’ll see his eyes roll to the back of his head // or // grab them when he’s ravishing you with his mouth and use them to guide his mouth along your sex and you’ll hear him practically fucking growl as his claws dig into the meat of your thighs), his wings (whenever you help him preen and neaten his wings this poor man will be clamping one hand over his mouth to try and stop himself from moaning and scaring you off as you continue to oh so gently card your fingers through his feathers // or // whenever he’s fucking you, or you’re fucking him, and he’s close to climax you’ll see all six of his pretty wings pop up out of his back, and if you reach up to stroke them he’ll let out a groan so deep that it shakes you to your very core), his tail (his sensitivity here is only really relevant if you’re in a sadistic mood when dominating him — yank on it harshly when you’re fucking into him from behind and you’ll see his whole body straighten out and then collapse forward as he lets out a sound somewhere between a high pitched yelp and a breathy moan), and his neck (bite his pulse and suck deep obvious marks onto the pale expanse of his throat when his cock is buried inside of you and feel his breath hitch and his grip on your thighs tighten // or // when you’re dominating him and he’s being a brat, wrap your hand around his throat and tighten it for just a few moments, just enough to feel him swallow thickly and see his eyes widen as a deep moan spills from his lips despite his earlier protests, before loosening your grip and continuing with whatever you were doing)
he has plenty of sadistic and masochistic kinks that he’d love to indulge in with you, if ever you allow, but no matter which role he’s in lucifer is constantly mindful of your boundaries and never taking things too far for your mortal body and mind to handle — this worry is also why he’s the absolute best at aftercare
somewhat related to the above, but lucifer also loves being marked up by you and marking you up — whether that means lipstick marks, hickeys, scratch marks, or anything else along those lines, he’s more than happy to indulge you or, on the other end, he’s also more than eager to show off any marks you leave behind on him (it’s nice to be desired and claimed again after so long…)
he has an extremely prominent praise kink and loves to praise you and be praised by you — hell, when you’re making love it almost feels as if he’s worshipping you in body and soul as he kisses, fondles, massages, and compliments his way up and down your body — but be careful because if you spend too much time praising him and are too earnest in your reverence for him and his body, especially when he’s in sub space, then poor lucifer may just burst into (happy) tears of overwhelmment at all of your positive attention and affirmations
lucifer isn’t opposed to bondage, not on when he’s on the receiving end and not certainly not when he’s the one who gets to tie you up — though he definitely prefers more elaborate and decorative styles of bondage and usually leans towards using softer and more comfortable materials to restrain you
he loves it when you dress up for him (especially if you happen to wear lingerie in his colours — bonus points if it’s in a style that’s much more frilly and ‘fancy’), but he’s also not opposed to getting all dressed up for you once you’re both at a point where he’s comfortable showing you that side of himself — he has a very extensive lingerie collection from before the two of you met and he’s more than happy to show it all off to you so long as you’re ready to offer him plenty of praise and attention in return
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rhiatargoed-afterdark · 21 hours
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Could you post an ootd hon? I want to tell you i jerked off to you 😜
Sure! <3 These aren’t the best because I took them in a rush before leaving. Haha it’s nothing exciting since I’m tired, usually I’m more colourful but at least my socks are lol. Once it’s summer and super warm, I’ll be wearing dresses again! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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Melting
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Pairing(s): Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Lieutenant!ReaderSummary: Request - “…would u write something based on melting by kali uchis for simon?” I’m deep in my romantic feelings at the moment and i think we all agree that our man deserves to be worshipped head to toe yeah?”Word Count: 4k+Rating: Mature/Restricted - MDNICategories: fluff, smutCWs: descriptions of wounds; reader is described as having female anatomy; reader is only referred to by callsign “Shake Charmer”/“Charm” - no y/n, but no given name either. Note: I started this a long time ago, and I’m just now finishing it. That’s why it’s got Christmas elements in it lol.
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You are my church; you are my place of worship. / I heard you’re the plug; can I be the circuit? / When I got court, I hope that you’re the verdict.
You had just been recruited to work on Task Force 141, lead by Captain John Price, to work as a second lieutenant for the team. In your military career, you’d become an expert in negotiation and undercover operations, earning you the name of Snake Charmer—often shortened to Charm. However, once you’d packed up your life and moved over to the military base in England, you found yourself succumbing to the silent charm of Simon “Ghost” Riley.
The first thing that you noticed was his tall, broad, and sturdy frame. You swore that your jaw dropped at the mere sight of him. It took you a while to come to your senses; you hadn’t even noticed the skull mask at first glance.
“Charm!” The burly voice of Price called out, quickly bringing you out of the trance you had fallen into. “This is Lieutenant Simon Riley,” he introduces. “Ghost works as well.”
You nod and hold your hand out to him. “You can call me Charm,” you tell him. “Looks like we’ll be working together often. I’m excited to get started.”
He reaches out and tightly grips onto your hand, giving it a single, firm shake. “Pleasure,” is all he says. His voice is low and raspy, and it ignites something in you.
This feeling was new. While you’d had your fair share of relationships before you’d completely thrown yourself in the life of being a military woman, there wasn’t a single man on this planet who had completely taken you the way that Simon did. Maybe it was the mystery of the mask, only allowing you a peek of dark brown eyes that resembled an endless void. Maybe it was the large, burly arms, littered in scars and tattoos. Maybe it was just him.
Whatever it was, you found yourself fantasizing about worshiping every part of him, all within the first five minutes of meeting him. You were determined to make your fellow lieutenant yours.
When you’re around, my insides are inverted. / My blood starts to rush when I see you, doorman. / I know you’re nearby, and I know your purpose. / Take one look at you, you’re heaven’s incarnate. / What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy.
It was ironic that you’d been dubbed the snake charmer by your militant peers. You’d always been told that you had a way with words, and the way that you moved in your everyday life could drive a man to insanity with how much lust they’d felt. It was ironic because you felt the exact same about Simon. It didn’t matter what he was doing. You couldn’t help but to gaze longingly at him.
You’d both been in charge of running morning drills with the recruits. Being a woman in the military, you felt nervous for the first day. It wasn’t that you’d never been in charge of new recruits before, but in almost every team you’ve worked with, there was always at least one man who felt that they didn’t need to listen to you because you were a woman.
And of course, it happened again. Some bratty recruit that pushed back against your commands, giving you endless lip any time you scolded him, told him to get the fuck up and push himself through the training course. You felt anxiety bubble up inside of you as you continued to fight with the recruit. The doubt started to settle in.
But then, in the corner of your eye, you see Simon. He’s only standing there, watching the interaction. Unlike your previous comrades, he didn’t make any move to step in. There was no defense from him, no yelling at the recruit to listen to his co-lieutenant, nothing at all. All there is, is a look in his eye, one pointed to you as you feel yourself faltering. A look that tells you to keep fighting.
So you do. You give the recruit a piece of your mind, and you send him off to run suicide laps as a punishment. You don’t let him stop until he’s on his hands and knees, heaving, gasping for air, and throwing up. After you’ve decided he’s had enough, you send him off to the showers, letting him know he’s earned himself a write-up.
Once all the recruits have walked off the training field, Simon walks up behind you, and he rests an encouraging hand on your shoulder. “You did good, Lieutenant,” he compliments.
You look back at him, and you give him a small smile and nod. “Couldn’t have done it without you; you gave me a chance to save myself—gave me strength.”
Simon shakes his head and shrugs. “Was all you. You’ve ranked up this high for a reason; you should remember that.” He then walks away.
As you stare at his back, you feel electricity course through your body. His touch, his look, his words—they’d all filled you with a newfound confidence. It was this moment that you realized that as long as Simon Riley was by your side, you felt invincible. What a dangerous notion that would be.
Melting like an ice cream when you smile. / Melting—you’re a daydream; stay a while.
It’s not until a year into working with Task Force 141 that you’d see Simon smile, and even then, you didn’t really see it.
The mission had gone sideways, and the team had been split up. Simon was injured, but the two of you had luckily made it to a safehouse. You sat him in the living room before grabbing a first aid kit. He’d been stabbed in the thigh, and while you knew he wasn’t losing blood fast enough to be fatal, he was risking a nasty infection if it wasn’t cleaned up soon.
Without a second thought, you’re removing his pants, and it takes him by surprise for a moment, but he doesn’t say anything. You catch the way his body tenses up though.
You chuckle as you begin to clean the wound. “Don’t worry, Riley,” you say. “Just gonna clean you up. I’ll take you out to dinner before we move to second base; I promise,” you say in jest. “Maybe I can even find a can of beans or something in this house. We can have a romantic date while we wait for evac.”
Simon huffs through his nose, and when you look back up at him, you can see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. He’s smiling; you don’t need to see his mouth to know that. The way his eyes peek through his balaclava is enough to show you, and fuck, if that didn’t make you weak in the fucking knees. It was like time had slowed down. Suddenly, you felt like you had been floating on a cloud, high up in the sky with no worries in the world. The only thoughts that consumed your mind was Simon and his god damned smile.
“Don’t go smiling at me like that, L.T.,” you sigh wistfully. “Hard to focus when you do…”
“You can’t even see me,” he grumbles out, but you can tell he’s still smiling at you in amusement.
“Don’t need to,” You tell him with a shrug as you continue to dress his wounds. “Bet you’re a real heartbreaker, huh, Lieutenant.”
He shakes his head, letting out a soft hiss as your hand brushes against his cuts. “Nah,” he says honestly. “Never had the time to be a heartbreaker. Spent all my life fightin’ for it, and I haven’t stopped yet. I’ve got other things to focus on.” It’s quiet for a moment, and he takes the time to look you up and down, admiring the way you’re so diligent with your work. “What about you, Charm?”
You finally finish patching him up and sit back, wiping his blood off of your hands. It’s been caked beneath your fingernails along with dirt and the blood of your enemies. “What about me?” You ask through a chuckle.
“You’re called the snake charmer,” he states. “Surely, you’ve had to break a few hearts.”
You think back on it, and then you answer with the shake of your head. “No,” you say. “Not intentionally anyways… I’ve only really had one serious relationship,” you confess.
“Only one?” He repeats. “The hell did he do to lose a woman like you?”
“He couldn’t handle me being away all the time, so we ended it,” you tell him with a shrug. “Shit happens, I guess.”
The expression on his face is back to unreadable, the mask hiding his true feelings and emotions. “Bet he was a fuckin’ slag anyways,” he mutters. It makes you softly laugh.
Your eyes glance over to the window, staring into the dark night as rain pours down. “Well, looks like we’ll be here for a while. Evac isn’t gonna be here any time soon.” You then stand up, your knees popping as you groan. Your muscles are tight from being in a crouched position for the last however many fucking hours this mission had taken you. “I’ll keep watch while you rest,” you offer. “Do you want some help getting to bed?”
Simon shakes his head in protest, and he leans further into the couch he’s sat on. “I’ll stay here,” he says. “I can sleep right here with you.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
You say nothing more, only giving him a nod and a smile as you turn to face the door, weapon ready in hand in case an enemy decided to ambush you once again.
Simon, silent as ever, falls asleep by the fire. It was easy on missions - to use the military training techniques to put himself to sleep, but for the first time in a long time, he was able to sleep without them. With you by his side, everything felt lighter and easier, injuries and all.
I pray that I can learn to be funny / I'm watching every stand-up comedy / Just hoping that it'll rub off on me / So you'll smile at everything I say.
Ever since you had first seen the crinkle of Simon’s dark brown eyes and heard the deep rumble of his chest, you found yourself craving more of it. It was like an addictive drug. You simply just couldn’t get enough of it.
So you spent your time understanding what made him laugh. As it turned out, it’s cheesy dad jokes. You’d learned that from Soap.
You ended up buying a joke book once you were out on leave. The entire time you were out, you’d read the damn thing from cover to cover, taking the time to memorize every single one of them.
And on your first mission back, while you and Simon were on a stake out…
“Lieutenant.”
“Yeah, Charm?” He says.
“What happens to an illegally parked frog?” Silence. “It gets toad away.” More silence. “I can tell that you’re trying not to laugh underneath that mask, L.T.”
There’s yet another pause before he speaks. “I’ve heard better,” he tells you.
“Let’s hear it then.”
He grunts. “We’re supposed to be watching; you should pay attention.”
“I can use my eyes and ears at the same time, Simon.”
He rolls his eyes, but nonetheless, he gives in. “Alright… Why did the fish blush?” You give him a pointed look. His lips move into a cheeky grin as he delivers the punchline. “He saw the ocean’s bottom.”
It makes you laugh, but you’re not sure if it’s the joke you find funny. You think you just like the way he’s enjoying himself; it’s a nice contrast from your normally brooding lieutenant. “Okay, okay,” you say. “Why did the blind man fall in to a well?” He rolls his eyes at you, but you can tell that he’s still smiling underneath his mask. “Because he couldn’t see that well!”
“Piss off,” he responds.
The two of you continue to tell the worst jokes imaginable together as you keep a lookout for whoever you were tracking. It goes on for another half an hour before there’s finally movement - a car pulling out of the driveway.
Simon immediately puts the car into drive and trails after it without another word. You, on the other hand, sit in your seat next to him, absolutely buzzing.
He’d never admit to it, but his heart was absolutely racing. He couldn’t believe that he’d managed to make you laugh so much; it was the most beautiful sound he’d heard in his entire life.
You got some soft lips and some pearly whites (pearly whites) / I wanna touch them in the dead of night (dead of night) / Your smile ignites just like a candlelight (candlelight) / Then somehow, I know everything's alright.
Three months later, you and Simon decide to stop playing cat and mouse. You’re sent home for the holidays, and when you realize that neither of you have any family to spend the time off with, you invite him to stay with you.
It’s awkward and sheepish - the way that you stand in front of him. Your feet are slightly turned inwards, and your hands remain behind your back. “I just… Neither of us should have to be alone for the holidays, right?”
You expect him to say no; he was a super private person after all. What the hell would he get out of spending his break in your shitty apartment with a sad excuse of a Christmas tree? He could go to his own home and sleep in his own bed. It was probably the only space where he felt like he could completely let go —
“Yeah,” he answers with a shrug. “Let me finish packing up my bags, and I’ll meet you in the front.”
As much as you try to resist, you can’t help the smile that spreads completely across your face. You feel your heart beating fast and hard inside of your chest, and it takes everything inside of you to not jump up and do a celebratory dance. Instead, you say, “Okay, I’ll meet you up there,” and you walk away. He doesn’t miss your secretive fist pump of victory as you do so.
He helps you with dinner, and you eat quietly in the living room of your small apartment. He takes his mask off. It’s not the first time you’d seen his face. He’d taken it off around you plenty of times - at pubs, very rarely on base, and back when the Ghost Team had been formed, so it wasn’t really a surprise.
But it is the first time that you see him smile without the mask and eye black.
You’re watching some shitty hallmark movie, and of course, you provide your insightful commentary on anything and everything. By the end of it, Simon is clutching his sides as he laughs aloud. For the first time ever, you see him smile with his teeth.
It’s as if they light up the entire room. Pearly white gates reveled from behind his soft, pink lips. It makes you feel warmer than the old fireplace in your living room ever could.
He catches you staring.
“Oi,” he grunts. “What are you looking at me like tha’ for?”
Your eyes are full of awe. “I just…” You shrug. “I think you’re pretty, Simon.”
He lets out a soft gasp, taken back a bit, and he blushes. “Alright, Charm. Knock it off.” He’s suddenly become bashful, and it’s a state you’d never seen him in before.
A soft laugh slips past your lips, and you crawl over to him until you’re in his lap. Something had come over you, and the only person who would be able to stop it was Simon himself. Your hands come to rest on his jaw. “I’m not kidding,” you say earnestly. “I love hearing you laugh, seein’ you smile… Hard to believe that you weren’t a heartbreaker.”
“Hard to be one when you hide your face all the time,” he mutters. He makes no effort to move you away from him. Rather, he rests his giant hands on your hips, pulling you in closer.
“Nah,” You disagree. “Always knew how handsome you were underneath that mask.”
“Well, you gonna do something about then?”
Without another word, you lean in and press your lips against his. The kiss is warm and full of hunger, hunger to finally break the tension the two of you had been building up for months. It becomes a game of pressing against each other, quiet grunts emitting from the two of you as the sexual frustration grows more and more.
But Simon takes control. He groans as he pushes your back onto the couch before lifting you and taking you to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed before he pulls his shirt off and immediately settles himself between your thighs.
His fingertips are warm against your skin when he reaches underneath your shirt. They gently brush the skin as he continues to kiss you, only breaking away to pull the clothing off of you. “Been waiting for this,” he whispers. “Just needed to make sure you wanted it too.”
You look up at him and nod. “Yeah,” you tell him. “I want this… Need this; need you.”
Simon thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. He has no proper response to what you’ve told him, unable to find his words. He settles for groaning and pulling your pants and underwear off of your body and pulling your legs open.
“Wait, Simon!” You exclaim. “Haven’t shaved in a while.” He looks at you like your crazy, and pulls your legs open once again.
Immediately, his mouth is on you. His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick between your folds, causing you to gasp. He works his mouth on you, switching between licking and sucking on your hardened clit. “‘M not a fuckin’ kid, sweetheart. I’m a full grown man.” he argues, his lips still pressed against you. “Best meal I’ve had in a long fuckin’ time. Gettin’ hard from just tasting you.”
You clench at his words, and it makes him chuckle as he watches you contract around nothing. He continues to eat you out like he’d never eat again, and it eventually leads to your climax. Your legs shake as you whimper and moan for him. “Fuck, Si!” You praise.
When he looks up at you, you can see the way your juices make his skin glisten in the light provided by your bedside lamp, and you feel butterflies fill your stomach. He gives you the smile you’d spent the last few months chasing after. “Good fuckin’ girl.”
He pulls himself up to kiss you again, allowing for you to taste yourself on his tongue. His hips grind down into yours, and it’s at this point that you realize he’s pulled his cock out. You didn’t even notice; he must have done it while he was using his mouth on you. “You’re sure about this right?”
You nod, but he grunts as he pushes his face into your neck. He sucks and bites the skin, being sure to leave his mark. “Need to hear you say it, baby.”
“I want this, Simon,” you reassure him. “Need you to fuck me.”
Without another word, he’s pushing his pants down his legs, tossing them over to the other side of the room. “Gonna make you feel good.” He says it like a promise. “You were such a good girl for me, cummin’ on my mouth like that.” He firmly grabs his cock, sliding it up and down between your fold. He lets out a small moan as he teases you. “Gonna treat you good, baby.”
Once he feels that you’re ready, he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance. He’s careful and deliberate with the way he pushes himself inside of you. His eyes watch your facial expression carefully, setting the pace based on the way your face wrenches in possible pleasure or pain.
He’s big. Thick. You can feel the way it stretches you open, yet you take it with ease. Your hands grab at his shoulders, and you can feel the divots in his skin from his scars, and you find yourself lost in a world of pleasure. Your hips are thrusting forward, as if you’re trying to get him deeper. “Simon, please,” you beg him. “I need it. Please, I fucking need you now.”
It make him chuckle, and he’s smug as he delivers his first thrust. It’s nice and deep, and he takes a moment to let you enjoy it before he continues, setting a nice steady pace. His hand is gripping onto the fat of your thigh for leverage, and he’s almost growling as he speeds up. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he cries out. The sound of your slick along with the slapping of skin fills the room.
“Can fuckin’ feel how wet you are, love,” he tells you. “Takin’ me so good, baby. Such a good girl for me.” He’s convinced that he’s starting to fuck himself stupid, absolutely pussy drunk off of you. He somehow finds it in himself to reach down and start rubbing at your clit. “Need to feel you cum around me.”
Your moans only grow louder at the added stimulation. Your nails begin to dig into the skin of his back, which only makes him pound himself into you harder, leading you to release around him.
With an almost animalistic growl, Simon places his hands on the back of your thighs, and he pushes them up, allowing him to push himself even deeper into you. His thrusting only becomes more intense - faster, harder, full of vigor. Praises spill from his lips as he feels you squeeze around him. “Good fuckin’ girl cummin ‘round my cock like that,” he slurs. “Givin’ me your fucking orgasms. Never gonna be able to get enough of it after this, baby.” He grunts some more. “Can I cum inside of you?” He asks. “God, please, tell me I can cum inside of you.”
“Uh-huh,” you slur out, look up at him with desperation in your eyes. “Please, cum inside of me, Si. Fill me.”
And he does. His load is thick and heavy, almost spilling out of you while he’s still inside. He presses himself hard against you, as if he was trying to fill your womb. His thighs shake before he’s finally able to relax, almost falling on top of you and crushing you with his weight.
Melting like an ice cream when you smile / Melting, you’re a daydream / Stay a while.
Once you both catch your breath, Simon lifts himself off of you, and he searches the room. He finds a towel, tossed haphazardly on the headboard of your bed. “Let me see,” he softly speaks as he spreads your legs open again. He spreads your folds open with his thumb, and he curses under his breath at the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you. His cock twitches, but then he hears you groan, signaling how much he’d worn you out. He chuckles and shakes his head at the thought of taking you again. Instead, he begins to clean you up.
Once he’s done, he grabs his briefs from off of the floor and slips them back on. He then grabs his shirt and your panties, and he laughs. “Got you soaked through these, love,” he says. “Which drawer do you keep them in?”
“Top drawer,” you mumble to him. You’re still coming down from your high, and sleep threatens to take over your body.
Simon tosses the pair of panties into the laundry basket, and grabs another out of your wardrobe. He then walks back over to you, and he slides the new pair up your legs and around your waist before helping you into the shirt he’d been wearing. “You okay?” He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Want some water?”
You shake your head, groaning as you find the strength to lift your arms to wrap around him, pulling him down onto the bed. “Just wanna be with you.”
He smiles. “Alright, love.” He pulls the blankets on top of the two of you. “Goodnight.”
“Night, Si.”
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Kinktober 2023 2/2
Overstimulation with Ace
Apologies for how late this is. This one is shorter but MAN I LOVE HOW IT CAME OUT. Hope you all enjoy! As always if Ive missed any content warnings please let me know
Cw: overstimulation
Ace is usually never the one to accept being on the receving end of things. But somehow you've convinced him to let you have your way with him.
Bestowing onto him the same intense pleasure he does to you.
You look down at Ace below you. Your hips moving in slow rythmic and circular bounces as you take what you want and give what you know he rightfully deserves.
Ace's whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat. His skin glistening as he pants and moans. Thrashing weakly in your hold. His wrists pinned beneath your hands, arms flexing as if to fight back. Ace can over power you easily, but he doesnt. Nor does he want to admit that he wants this.
Needs this.
Ace's charcoal locks are pushed back from his forehead, a dark halo framing his contorted face. You can see so clearly his pinched brows and flushed cheeks. Freckles standing out against his pink cheeks. His plush and kiss bitten lips are parted and trembling. Near pathetic and entirely delicious moans fall from them as you ride him. The end of his nose flickering like a candle as he fights for composure, trying to control the fire inside him.
The heat of your body only working to stoke it.
"Baby...fuck please I cant take any more-" Ace chokes out, his voice cut off by a moan when you slam your hips down on his.
You suppose hes right. You've had him cum a few times already. Using fingers and mouth to bring him to his peak with barely a break in between. You watch as he blinks up at you, honey brown eyes rimmed with tears. His mouth hung open now, drool trickling from the corner.
He can handle one more.
You curl forward, his cock going ever deeper. The hot press of him inside you makes you shutter. Your hips begin to falter, thighs tired from keeping you upright. You circle your hips again, arching your back to bounce nothing but your little hole on him. Focused entirely on Ace. He whines, fingers flexing and sparking. You bury your face in his neck, kissing his sweat soaked skin.
"One more Ace," you whisper "just let it out love. Cum for me" you plead as you feel his stomach flex beneath you.
Ace arches, his jaw clenching and tendons flexing in his neck. His teeth and desperation bared as he begins to meet you half way on every thrust.
You watch in awe as Ace silently gasps, whole body shaking as you feel him spill inside you. A shake wrecking through his whole form with every pulse. Its hot like lava and you find yourself moaning with him. Though you didnt reach your peak this round you feel satisfied and content. Watching Ace figure out how to talk again, blinking away overstimulated tears.
He groans when you pull off of him. Quicklu adjusting in the bed so he can use you as a pillow. His arms slub around your stomach.
Ace's eyes droop immediately. You suppose clean up can wait awhile
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I literally love your writing! I'm too embarrassed to ask this... But could you do a headcanon about how Brahms would react to anal sex?
trying anal sex for the first time ; b. heelshire hcs
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thank you for the kind words and the request, anon
reader insert is assumed as being gender neutral
this only includes brahms giving anal sex but if you’d like to see a scenario wherein he’s receiving it, please feel free to reach out and i’ll write a follow-up
note : i haven’t written for brahms in a while so characterisation might be a smidge shaky in some parts of this piece
minors please do not interact with my content
brahms heelshire is, if nothing else, a complete pervert who is obsessed with everything to do with sex, sexuality, nudity and pleasure as it pertains to you as his partner — to the extent that he’d gladly spend whole days at a time in bed with you experimenting with every position, kink, and act mentioned in the erotic novels and suggestive magazines he’s accrued over the years if only you’d give him the chance
any and every time one of you learns about or suggests anything new to try in the bedroom (whether that’s something you’ve been itching to introduce for a while, or something that you saw in an erotic magazine earlier that same day), brahms will practically jump at the opportunity — arguably he takes easier to new kinks than he does to any other shift in his routine, making sex a very useful bargaining chip in your relationship whenever your boyfriend is acting like a brat
all that to say, he’s incredibly eager — over the moon, even — to finally try out anal sex with you the moment you suggest it to him
(he’d wanted to try it out since even before the two of you were a thing, back when his knowledge of your body was limited to his spying through holes in the wall and his crudely constructed sex doll of you, and he’d been suggesting it — subtly, not so subtly, and through half-sobbed begging at one point when you were jerking him off — for as long as the two of you had been intimate, but nothing came of it until you finally gave the go ahead, which he was as thrilled about as one might expect)
when it comes to all of the prep he gets extremely huffy and impatient — of course he understands that it’s the safest thing to do and all of this is a necessary evil, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be bratty and short with you the longer you make him wait — so just ignore him as best you can whilst you figure out which lubricant works best for you and go about other sorts of preparation for the act
… then again, if you’re really desperate for some peace and quiet a blowjob is going to be the quickest way to get your pouty boyfriend to shut up and keep to himself for a little while
or you could offer to let him help you prep yourself for the act, playing on his enthusiasm and endless horniness towards you to get what you want — just make sure to keep your voice stern and your demeanour calm because if you don’t maintain that air of authority with brahms then he’s just going to keep on pushing your buttons and throwing tantrums until he gets what he wants or you punish him appropriately
if you’re straightforward enough and don’t give in to all of his begging and huffing and puffing, then you’ll find that brahms can be extremely obedient and thorough when helping to prep you
he does a good job of slathering his hands with the lubricant you bought, before beginning to tenderly massage his way into your ass — starting off with one long, thick finger, and then two, and finally three to slowly stretch you out and ensure that you’re as ready as possible for what was to come
all the while panting and staring — wide-eyed, mouth agape and drooling beneath his mask, with his cock throbbing and hard beneath his stained sweatpants — at your exposed hole as he practically trembles with anticipation (only barely able to restrain himself enough not to pounce on you and pound into that tantalisingly taboo entrance until both of you were seeing stars and his cum was leaking out of your ass)
until finally, finally, you’re comfortable with moving forwards with things and brahms damn near trips over himself in his hurry to pull his pants down and push his straining, neglected cock into your ass — so desperate that you have to talk him into being slower with you using an authoritative tone just to have a chance of not being in pain for the next however many minutes
which, thankfully, works and after some pouting and pleading your boyfriend gives into your demands and manages to resist his urge to fuck you stupid without restraint — just barely, but still he managed and you were all the more thankful for it as even the slow, gradual, push and stretch of your ass, despite all of the prepping and massaging and fingering, was uncomfortable to make you wince and squirm beneath him
you can see — feel, even — his whole body trembling on top of you as he struggled to stay still, desperate as ever to be your ‘good boy’ and get his reward and yet so very close to crumbling and losing his composure entirely now that he was buried inside of you (if you weren’t keenly aware of how messy and rough brahms could truly be, you might have just begged him to let go and do whatever he wished, but by now you knew better and remained silent as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you as he finally bottomed out)
as you take a few moments to get used to the stretch you take it all in: the contrast of the coolness of his mask against your cheek and the heat of his breath as he pants and grunts and whimpers against your ear; the roughness of his large palm as he used one of his hands to grasp at your hip, halfheartedly manoeuvring you into a position that gave him the best angle possible as he remained still inside of you; the throbbing of his erect dick inside of your ass as the initial dull ache of the stretch faded into something toeing the line between a strange nothingness and a faint, lingering pleasure
that was when you gave him the go ahead; first simply nodding, and then, upon feeling his hesitation, verbally and clearly in a tone between amusement and authority — giving him no room to doubt you whilst also allowing the (truly at that point unnecessary) space for him to back out
but, of course, brahms didn’t back out… quite the opposite in fact
fucking into you with a ferocity and desperation that felt almost animalistic — enough to send you flying across the bed had it not been for his body caging you in as he groaned, and grunted, and pleaded, and praised you in that deep voice of his that never failed to send a pleasant shiver up your spine
so very rough with you that by the end you were left even more of a mess than he was: hair all out of place, ass filled with cum, skin covered in sweat, neck and chest and shoulders bitten raw, whole body aching, voice hoarse, and cheeks wet with tears of overstimulation — whilst brahms was already begging for ‘just one more round’
wasn’t he a good boy for you? didn’t he make you feel good? don’t good boys deserve rewards? you said they do… and he was really good…
so won’t you just let him go again?
you don’t even need to stay awake for him, he can be gentle… he promises he’ll try his best to be, anyway
… good luck ever getting him to shut up about fucking your ass after this, because that’s just become his most favourite thing in the world and we all know that brahms can be remarkably stubborn when it comes to getting what he wants
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dominant male s/o smut headcanons ; 18+
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requested by : anonymous [14/03/24]
original request : ‘There is clearly a lack of x male reader in the Hazbin Hotel fandom, so maybe I could request Lucifer and Adam with a soft dom male reader. (Im not sure If I can request more that one character tho)’
pairing : submissive leaning switch!lucifer morningstar x dominant!male!reader insert
content : dom/sub dynamic between characters, lucifer having a praise kink, brief mentions of bondage (lucifer being tied up), implied body worship if you squint at one bullet point (lucifer receiving), cock-warming (reader receiving), overstimulation (lucifer receiving), some mentions of brat!lucifer at the end of the post
warnings : sexually explicit content
note : you can absolutely request multiple characters and the second part of this request (featuring the other listed character) will be out at some point next week ^^
masterlists : sfw nsfw
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
although lucifer himself is a switch and is more than comfortable with taking on a dominant role in the bedroom, there is definitely a very strong part of him that enjoys being able to hand over control to someone else for a change — so, needless to say, having a boyfriend that was willing and eager to take on a dominant role in his stead would be something lucifer would be extremely open to
a good 90% of the time lucifer does his best to be ‘good’ for you (following your instructions to the letter, answering your questions immediately, only allowing himself to climax when you give him permission to, and so on), because he absolutely lives for your praise and undivided attention in the bedroom after being on his own for so long
call him ‘good boy’, ‘pretty’, ‘well trained’ and the like and you’ll get to see his pale cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of red as he shuffles in place and lets himself bask in those attentions — bonus points if you gently coaxe him into meeting your gaze when you’re saying this because he gets far too flustered to speak
tie his hands behind his back or above his head (or, if you’re feeling a bit mean, simply instruct him to hold them there without binding them in anyway and test how strong his resolve really is) and spend hours at a time smothering him in affection and praise: kiss down from the column of his throat to his chest and to the apex of his thighs, gently massage his legs and sides, pepper kisses and gentle bites along his throat and jawline, whisper compliments against his skin, gently brush your fingers through the feathers of his wings when they spring up out of his back — listen to every whimper and sigh and sob that comes out of his pretty lips as he tries his best to stay still and wait for you to finally, finally, put your hands or mouth on his straining dick as a reward for being so very good and patient for you
have him cockwarm you whilst he’s sorting through documents for lulu land or the hotel, lazily stroking circles into his hips with the pads of your thumbs as you encourage him to keep on going and promise to reward him for being such a good boy for you all day
and when he’s earned it, fuck him until there are tears streaming down his cheeks and all he can do is babble something vaguely like your name as he desperately tries to pull you closer with shaking hands — he’s strong enough to take anything you give him, really he is, so feel free to keep on pushing him through orgasm after orgasm until the only thing he can remember is how good your cock feels inside of him and the shape of your name on his lips
(or until you’re too exhausted to go on… whichever comes first)
he’s also just as happy to top you if you’re more comfortable being on the receiving end — he’s nothing if not a gentleman after all — so long as you’re still praising him and telling him what to do, he’s content with making love to you in any way that you prefer
then, of course, there’s the remaining 10% where all of his patience gets thrown out of the window and you get to see just how much of a brat the prince of pride can be
he gets demanding, impatient, and desperate until he’s swiftly put in his place and reminded that you’re the one in charge and he won’t get anything from you until he starts behaving again
(in all honesty he’s a pretty easy brat to tame if you leverage his praise kink and his desperation by having him cockwarm you whilst you edge him with your hand, asking him if he’s going to start behaving and reminding him that brats don’t get rewards — he’ll break before long and get all teary eyed as he apologises and begs you to let him cum)
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kirbyskisses · 2 years
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cw: loss of virginity, size kink - minors and ageless/blank blogs dni
genya shinaguzawa, shy virgin with the biggest, fattest cock that he has no idea what to do with.
he has no clue how to make you feel good but just him starting with the tip is enough to make you cream and cry.
“g-genya… genya!” you hiccup and he’s sure he’s done something wrong, pulling out awkwardly - a blushing, worried mess.
“I-it hurts? sorry - won’t do it again….” he mumbles, red in the face with shame. his mind is swirling - it wasn’t only bad it was painful to you. His angel - the one person who shows him unconditional affection despite his size and violence and he hurt you. he feels dreadful, entirely criminal, he doesn’t deserve to -
“no, no it felt good.” you put your hand on the side of his face, thumbing his scar. “i liked it. i liked it a lot. please genya put it back in…”
this time when he sinks into your wet plushy walls he feels it. he bites his lip as he groans; teeth cutting in to hold back the whimpers in his throat.
“baby,” fuck, he sounds like he’s gonna cry. “yer stretchin’ on me.” you feel his hands bruising your shoulders as he pushed you onto the bed - trying to settle just a couple more inches in you.
“g-genya!” oh god, please say his name like that again. he’s begging, he’s shaking, hips bucking like an animal - trying to stop himself from sinking in.
“let me… let me put more in! s-sweet thing -” he’s growling, a simultaneous bundle of nerves and a predator hungry to feel all of you. “can i - it’s squeezin’ so tight!”
it’s not even half in before you cream on him and his thrusts are so inexperienced and sloppy and perfect - too fat and too long to no hit the spongy wall inside you - his eyes roll back, his muscles pulse, you’ve clenched around the first part his length.
“‘M bruising ya, babygirl. ‘M gonna hurt ya… I’ll get better. I’ll love you until I g-get it right but lemme out or I’ll shoot inside you. Y-you keep moving your hip like that and I’ll - I think I’ll…” he swallows deeply
Your walls release him with just enough time for him to shoot onto your stomach, a flushed, drooling specimen. you’re sighing into his ear about how good he was and he definitely cries at the feeling before moaning back.
“If I’m really that big - we gotta get you to take it all. I want t-to make you feel good like that over ‘n over…”
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vmqirve · 8 months
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𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄
pairing: 𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺 ☆︎ 𝖿𝖾𝗆! reader (ft. megumi) warning: threesome. not edited. porn with a pitch of plot. cuckholding. unprotected sex. not mentioned prep. rough sex. slight degrading. hair pulling. mentions of multiple orgasms. mentions of overstim. authors note: reader and megumi are 20+ ♡
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✩°。 ⋆⸜♱ IMAGINE,
being megumi's lovely wife. megumi has told you about kink he wanted to try out with you, cuckholding. but you didn't want to agree with this at first, but somehow you find yourself being fucked by your husband enemy.
how you wish you did this sooner...
"pleasepleaseplease! make me feel good- no one else can like you!" you moaned like a bitch in heat. megumi was jerking off as you looked up, your face was covered in tears and hair tangled.
you could feel every inch that sukuna cock reached, every thick vein… it was an experience that left you wanting 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. you bite into one of the soft, couch pillows.
sukuna enjoyed this, i mean who wouldnt. he got to fuck his enemy wife's pussy! he knew that he had to come around for more, either if megumi likes it or not.
"fuck. you feel so good." sukuna sighs deeply, he's fucked many women before, but none compared to how wonderful your feels. you began pushing yourself against sukuna in order to drag him further inside you.
poor megumi, his cock craves attention as well:( but seeing you weeping on another man's cock and not wanting sukuna to tease him, he has to wait until he done with you♡..
you felt your hair being pulled back until your head was sitting on sukuna shoulder. "do you like that? do you like how your husband is watching you being fucked out by his enemy?"
you felt your pussy clench at his harsh words. "im gonna cum- sukuna♡♡!" you felt whatever knot in your stomach disappear once you cummed for the 7th time.
'we have to do this again more often' you thought as sukuna yanked you away from his oversensitive cock. his cum was coming out and making a mess all over the couch.
he averted his gaze to megumi, who came at the same time you did. he picks him up and sits him on his lap, his tip almost brushing against megumi's asshole.
"i'd hold onto something if I were you." sukuna warned as he pushes megumi down on his still hard cock.
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©︎ 𝐕𝐌𝐐𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐄. all rights reserved. please don't plagzarize, copy, or steal any of my works, thank you !
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momokujo · 4 months
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Kinktober 2023 2/2
Thigh Riding with Risotto Nero
Im sorry this so late but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Cw: thigh riding, exhibitionism if you squint
If Ive missed any content warnings please let me know!
💖💖
You poke your head into the office. The door creaking open as you gaze into the room. Risotto sits at his desk, his back to you as he looks over his plans. The light from the sun casts harsh shadows in the room.
You tip toe in, closing the door and leaning over Risotto's shoulder. You look over the papers strewn across the table. Everything marked neatly in red ink. Little notes about where your team will go the paths they'll take and what they'll do litter the blue prints.
"Hows the planning going?" You ask, kissing just below Risotto's ear.
Risotto only grunting in acknowledgment, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. He makes a mark on the map of the area your target will most likely be at and be alone.
You chuckle a little at his answer, pulling Risotto's rolly chair and spinning him around. He raises a single brow at you but allows you to do as you please. You throw your leg over his and perch on his lap.
"Youre tired" you say, wrapping your arms around his broadened shoulders. Your hands rest on his neck, massaging the tense muscles.
"I think I can manage a little break" Risotto murmurs. One of his large hands rests on yoir thigh, thumb and pinky squeezing into your plush flesh. The other snakes up your back to press between your shoulder blades. You sigh as your chest presses to his.
Risotto is huge and solid. You look down at him, sitting atop his lap gives you the opportunity to see his face in great detail. The curve of his handsome hooked nose and the lilt of his brows. The crowfeet on the edges of his peircing scarlet eyes.
You lean forward, fingers tangling in his silver teresses and touch the tip of your nose to his. Sliding it against him as you kiss him softly.
Risotto is not looking for softness it seems, his strong hand traveling to cup the back of your head. Pulling you ever closer and slipping his tounge into your mouth to claim you.
You gasp and sigh, allowing him control. You wiggle your hips, heat blossoming in your core as you feel the press of his cock beneath his sweats. You swallow Risotto's groan with glee, beginning to grind against him slowly. The pleasure shoots up your spine as you circle your hips.
Risotto sighs against you, his hands finding purchase on your hips and moving you to straddle his thigh. Never once breaking the kiss, deepening it if anything. His tounge parting your lips to ravish the soft tissue inside your cheeks. You cant help but moan as your tongues tangle together in a well versed dance.
Your arms sling loosely around his shoulders, letting him press your chest to his and guide you against his thick thigh. You can feel his bulging muscles between his sweats and yours. The fabric doing nothing to dull the pleasure you feel. Your sex grinds against him, hips stuttering as you whine into Risotto's mouth.
Risotto pulls away from you, but you dont mind. You toss your head back, enticing him to kiss and nip at your throat as he often does. Though the heat of his mouth never finds you.
"Risotto..." you plea, pressing ever closer to him. You feel his chuckle more than hear it. A simple kiss placed at your pulse point sends a shiver through your whole body.
"Get up, breaks over" he says, patting your ass. His hand is firm. No room for argument but the heat coiling in your belly is near unbearable now. You pout.
"Thats not a break. Youre not fully relaxed"
"Well then by all means keep me entertained while I finish my work. Maybe then I'll take a real break,"
Risotto flexes his leg, effectivly bouncing you on his thigh. The extra pressure ripping a moan from your lungs. You bite your lip, bracing your hands on his shoulders to push yourself up.
"And where are you going?" Risotto says, his voice low and breathy. You can feel his erection pressing into the side of your leg as you straddle his thigh. "I thought I told you you could stay and keep me company while I finish up"
"Im just going to lock the door"
Risotto snakes a hand around your waist, trapping you on this flexing thigh. He leans close, even sitting hes bigger than you. Imposing and taki g the upperhand from your grasp. He smiles, the corrners of his eyes crinkling and his dimples making an appearance on his cheeks.
"No. You stay right here," Risotto growls. He picks up his pen in one hand the other keeping you firmly against him. His hot and heavy palm traversing you spine to rest on the curve of your ass.
"But what if the team needs-"
"You can be quiet" Risotto's smirk is down right evil. He knows good as well its difficult to keep your voice in check. Your stomach twists in an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal. Your thighs squeezing together to give your throbbing sex, but all you manage to do is squeeze Risotto's leg instead.
Risotto bounces his foot, effectively bouncing you on his thigh. Not dissimilar to how his hips rock to bounce you on his cock. A whine is stuck in your throat as you move to bury your face in Risotto's neck. Your arms wrapped around him as you bury your nose into where his scent is strongest.
Leather, sweat, metal. Its as comforting as it is driving you crazy. You begim to slowly rock back and fourth on Risotto's thigh. His smell making every press of his muscles feel all the more electric. The pleasure shooting up your spine and to your voice box to press quiet whimpers onto Risotto's pulse point.
You bite your lip, the pleasure surprisingly overwhelming. Its hard to keep your voice down, it always is. But this is new. You're borderline using Risotto's thigh for your own pleasure. Giving him something pretty and debauched to look at as he works.
Your whole feels hot and slick. Sweat dripping down your neck for Risotto to kiss away. You cant tell if hes working now. A hand firmly on your waist as you grind yourself on him. All you can focus is his touch and the feeling of his well trained thigh against your throbbing sex.
You cant swallow any air, your lungs struggling to take in oxygen as you pant. Your whole body begining to feel tight as you work yourself. You cant help but bite into Risotto's shoulder, barely muffling your moans into his skin
"Keep going" Risotto encourages. His voice a low familiar growl that only makes your thighs tremble. Your hips stutter as you grind faster. Chasing your high like a dog to a car's bumper. "Cum on my thigh,"
You whine, your back concaving as you curl over Risotto. Teeth bared into his neck and fingers digging into him.
Risotto bounces his thigh to help you along. Each movement making you bounce limply on him like a ragdoll, only able to hold on and take it as your whole body embraces the pleasure only Risotto can give you.
Your body snaps suddenly. Your orgasm crashing over you in a tsunami as you writhe in Risotto's strong grip. He whispers praises you cant understand in your ear. His hot breath tickling and grounding you as you begin to tumble down from your high. Slumping against his chest.
Risotto bends down to kiss your forehead, his hand smoothing up your back.
"Walk to our bedroom and wait for me while I clean up," he says simply. A promise of more to come in his tone. His eyes so dialated the crimsion of his irises almost completely depleted.
"But...what if someone sees me stumbling?" You ask, knees shaking as you slowly stand using Risotto as leverage.
Risotto chuckles, smacking your ass to get you going. His smile is down right evil as he places papers neatly in their folders.
"No one will. Everyone's already gone out for their set up missions. Got the text a little after you came to visit me"
Your jaw hangs open at him in shock but she shoos you away"
"Oh and make sure youre naked,"
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sleepingdeath-light · 4 months
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sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+
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requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)
fandom(s) ; black butler
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific
character(s) ; sebastian michaelis
outline ; “would you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)”
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts
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sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied — whether that’s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work
you weren’t stupid by any means — quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that he’d once questioned why you’d even formed a contract with him in the first place — but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife you’d asked him to relieve you of
after all, one can’t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock — if you’re still even able to think after he’s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that you’re seeing stars and squirting so hard you’ve stained his uniform
of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the day’s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the day’s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home — he is still a servant, after all
but when you’re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless — well, then he’s happy to indulge you there too
happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat — burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face
happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again — not stopping until you’re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that it’s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until he’s had his fill of you
happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you — legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder
happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment — you had given him free reign, after all
happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror — one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until you’re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you
happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others can’t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent
happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him — deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (he’s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when you’re working)
happy to call you pretty and perfect and his ‘good girl’ in the same breath that he mocks you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘needy’ and ‘slutty’ — praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being ‘so wet already’ when he hasn’t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch
(he is a demon, after all, so it’s only natural that he’d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom — and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)
(and he’s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another — such as when you call him ‘my demon’ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when you’re alone)
he’s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas — at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if you’re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that he’s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, he’s still a demon after all)
but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had he’s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they don’t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover
you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor
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do you have a favorite bra? can we see it?
My favourite? NO BRA!!! (∩˃o˂∩)♡
Okay, but yeah, I really don’t like bras, and the only reason I’d ever like one is if it’s comfy or pretty, which is rare since all the pretty ones that aren’t hella expensive are made for smaller sizes. Which clearly I am not... 😭 I used to wear the typical ones with the wire under the cups, but omg I hated them so much. Man I felt like William Afton whenever I wore those torture contraptions disguised as underwear; it felt like they were gonna springlock my tits off if I moved the wrong way! 💀 So yeah, whenever I do actually wear a bra, which is only really when I’m out or have certain house guests, they’re all just fabric ones.
Anyway if I have to choose then, these are the ones I like most! I think they’re pretty cute even if simple:
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Lmao ignore my cat’s tail, he didn’t want to move. Also if I look rough here, it’s because I took these just after getting out of bed… :’)
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the0ldmann · 7 months
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Minors and Ageless blogs DNI, you'll be blocked on sight!
I tried to do something gaslighty, gave up, and wrote something a little more... uh... like two people playing a little bit of a back and forth game? 'Tis short. And fluffy. Little provocative but not explicit.
1,418 words.
Writing below the cut, if that wasn't obvious.
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You were feeling restless this evening. Nothing good was on TV and you had run out of things to bake until payday. Though it was only recently you had confessed your feelings for Friend, you still felt a little odd bothering him this late at night. Huffing, you scanned your living room for any inspiration to kill your boredom.
That’s when you noticed the bunny plush.
It had been sitting there on a little end table you’d throw your keys and spam mail on for the past couple weeks, overlooking the room. A personal gift from Friend- one of many! He’d sewn you quite a few plushies and you’d finally started running out of room in your bedroom for them. Storage felt a rude solution to store them, so moving them to other rooms was all you could think of.
Quickly, you picked it up, glancing at its eyes when you could without trying to make it obvious. Sitting back down, plush facing away from you, you tried your best to tilt it ever so slightly and get a better look at its eyes.
“They’re just really shiny eye buttons, there’s nothing weird about them.”
That’s what Friend had told you the first time you tried taking a closer look at them. You were absolutely positive they were cameras though, and the looking you were doing now confirmed that.
How could they not be? The eyes looked exactly like the camera on the back of your phone.
An idea came to you.
Friend was always so good at dodging questions. However, you never bothered to press. Everything he said you took at face value- well, most of what he said at least. Otherwise you wouldn’t be thinking about the numerous plush cameras in your place of residence right now.
Seems like bothering him this late was on the agenda anyway. Excitement coursed through your veins as a small smile started to tug at your lips. Could you back Friend into a corner and get him to admit it? Or perhaps get him to admit to something he couldn’t have known without revealing they were cameras?
If you were going to question him, you were going to make this fun though. Those little pink hearts of his were adorable, and while you wouldn’t be able to see them, you wanted to make it hard for him to see through them.
Standing up, you set the bunny on the couch and went to your bedroom. Most of the plushies were turned away, staring into corners and up at the ceiling. Picking out a little green frog holding a mushroom, you set it carefully on the bookshelf by your bed, facing outwards. If the cameras in it hadn’t died, Friend should be able to see you.
If he was looking at whatever computer he had the cameras hooked up to…
A quick text could maybe fix that. This late in the day? He has to be at home right now.
… Right?
Sweet<3: Oh Frieeeeend~
Friend: Someone’s in a good mood I see. What’s up?
Sweet<3: You wouldn’t happen to be at home and on your computer, would you?
You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Whipping off your pants you sat down on your bed, one leg propped up and hugging it with your arm. Surely this would get his attention. It was only a minute before you got a response.
Friend: Sorry, I had to boot it up. Was there something you wanted to show me? ;P
Of course he wouldn’t let on that easily, but you were determined to try.
Sweet<3: So I’m still not convinced you haven’t sewn cameras in the plushies, but that would actually come in real handy right now.
You could almost hear the sigh coming through his text.
Friend: Again? Would it even be possible to convince you otherwise? They’re just special buttons for a special plush made for a special someone.
A pause. You smirk as you see the three little dots come back up.
Friend: Wait, what do you mean hidden cameras would come in handy right now?
Sweet<3: You’d be able to see if you had them~ ;P
Two could play at that game.
Friend was drumming his fingers as he stared at the screen. He wasn’t about to confirm your suspicions. Seeing you sitting there in your underwear made it hard to not ask what it was you wanted. Clearly you wanted something, and he was going to pry it out. Unlucky for you.
Friend: C’mon Sweetheart! I don’t have them so I clearly can’t see. What is it?
Sweet<3: Hmmm, it’s a little hard to explain through text… You really have to see!
Friend: You’re teasing me, aren’t you?
Sweet<3: Maybe a little. ^u^
Friend: How could you be so mean??
You swear you could see the dramatic hand-over-the-heart he was probably doing right now. Little did you know how patient of a man you were dealing with.
And how quickly his patience had been running out…
Sweet<3: Okay okay, I’m willing to give you a hint.
Friend: Now we’re talkin’!
Sweet<3: Am I wearing pants right now?
Friend: Wha… What kind of a hint is that?
Sweet<3: You don’t need cameras to guess~
Friend: If that’s the case, I’m going to guess you’re not. No reason to ask otherwise, hm?
This was true. You got up, taking your phone with you and walking out of sight. Slowly, you stripped down completely before throwing on a pair of lingerie you recently bought.
Admittedly, you were a little nervous about letting Friend see it, but if you were going to get him to slip up, this was going to be the way.
Friend: Are you still there, love?
Ah, right, you had left him on read in order to change.
Sweet<3: Oh don’t worry, I’m getting ready!
Friend: Getting ready for what, Sweetheart? You saying “don’t worry” worries me greatly.
Sweet<3: I know, but this is a good surprise, promise!
Friend: You gonna send me a picture when you’re ready?
He was already cutting you off before you could get any farther. As you stepped back in the line of sight of the plush, you proceeded to half lay down on the bed. Stroking a thigh while smirking at the camera, you gave him a minute to say anything else.
Nothing else was said. Left to come to your own conclusions, the best you could do was tease him some more.
Sweet<3: If you had to guess what the surprise was to get a picture… What would you guess?
A pause. You were at least making it difficult for him to type.
Friend: Out of all the things this surprise could be, I’ll be left guessing for ages!
Sweet<3: What would you want it to be most right now?
You weren’t entirely sure what you expected him to say. Admitting he liked you took forever for him to do. Seems taking that step had left him feeling bolder.
Friend: Hmm… You dressed up in a really cute outfit. Is that it? Prancing about in front of whatever you think has a camera in it?
Was that a read or really nothing more than a blind guess? You suppose you had pranced about in a cute outfit in front of the cameras a few times before… Wait. Was his guess based on past things he’d seen? Shit, maybe you were more unprepared than you thought…
As concern started to cross your features, another text message came through.
Friend: Oh, I’m so right, aren’t I? Are you taking a pic right now? We could always video chat instead- I know you have a brand new laptop for school.
And as quickly as you were starting to have fun with your little game, he had squashed it. Did he know? He had to have. They were cameras after all! As frustrating as he could be, you were going to get the last word on him. You went back to the living room to dig your laptop out of your bag. Sitting down on the couch, you flipped it open and started up a video call.
“Oh, so you did decide to-”
Friend stops mid sentence to stare, pink hearts already floating around his head growing even more in number.
“What’s the matter,” your tone is coy as you sit a little more provocatively, “cat got your tongue?”
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tfone4one · 3 months
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"Long nights, daydreams / Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool / But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you." - Troye Sivan, Strawberries & Cigarettes
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Last Updated: 30 December 2023
Pairing(s): Best Friend's Dad!John Price x Fem!Reader Summary: You've been best friends with John Price Junior, aka JJ, since you've first started university. When you have no one to spend with on Christmas break, he invites you to come home with him in hopes of sweeping you off of your feet. Unfortunately for him, you've set your sight on John Price Sr. Rating: Mature/Restricted - MDNI Categories: angst, fluff, smut; forbidden romance, hidden relationship CWs: descriptions of violence, alcohol consumption, reader is described as having female anatomy, age gap relationship (reader is in her 20s, Price is in his 50s), mentions of a previous abusive relationship, reader has a bad relationship with her parents Note: At this current time, there is no set timeline. Once I have a better grip on this series, I will upload a visual timeline so that the story is easier to follow! * indicates descriptions of smut - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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The First Time* | Parents Weekend*
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momodwriter · 7 months
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“do you think you deserve this?” with daddy croc hehe >;) <3
Why yes of course 🤭🤭
Crocodile x reader
18+ only Minors and Ageless Blogs DO NOT INTERACT
Cw: none, but if I missed any please let me know!
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You cradle your pillow to your chest, burying your face in it and trying your best to keep your calves from sizing up. Your bent over your shared bed, toes barely touching the ground. All you wear are your cute lacy panties, the rest of your clothes having been ripped to shreds by your partners golden hook.
You cant see Crocodile, but tou can feel his gaze crawling up your thighs and back. The smoke from his cigar being blown down on you to tickle your skin. You shiver as the tip of his hook (covered with a protector so as to not hurt you) travels the length of your spine before dipping into the hem of your panties.
Crocodile breathes out a harsh sigh as he slides the lace to the side. Revealing your sex to him. You shiver as you hear his belt clank and his zipper be pulled down. You wiggle your hips in anticipation, onky to receive a sharp spank. It doesnt hurt but it shocks you into stillness.
"Do you think you deserve it when you've been nothing but impatient?" Crocodile hisses, his body pressed to yours anyway. He rubs his cock around your entrance, never once pushing in. You whine, trying to press your hips back so he can fill you.
Crocodile's hook slams into the matress roght next to your head. You jump and whimper, burying your face into the pillow.
Crocodile places his hook under your throat, gently lifting you to arch your back and look up at him.
Crocodile's golden eyes are blown wide, his neat hair in messy shambles. The top buttons of his suit undone, revealing the love butes you had left on him at the meeting.
You keen into his touch, moaning as Crocodile pushes his cock inside of you. Youre thankful for all the lube he had told you to use, because you did not get the mercy of prep via his hand or mouth. Your cries are trapped in your throat as he stretches you.
Crocodile is merciful enough to go slow, both so you get used to it ans so you feel the burn of his cock pushing you to your limits.
Once seated to the hilt, Crocodile releases you from his hook. Letting you collapse on the bed. Crocodile chuckles, his large hand resting on your hip his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin
He doesnt move.
"Go on" Crocodile growls, curling over you. He presses against your back, oushing his cock impossibly deeper inside of you
"Convince me you deserve it"
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badpupsinc · 10 months
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Minors and Ageless DO NOT INTERACT
- 18+, Satan, GNC!MC
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Satan(either from nightbringer SPECIFICALLY or simply during a tantrum that got more out of hand than he wanted) going to MC to take out some aggression, but instead he's surprisingly more gentle than he USUALLY is.
Normally after a round or two MC has bite marks, hickeys, a few open scratches where a bit of blood ia bubbling to the surface- the usual(not to say they aren't still there- simply there are less). Though for some reason when he's in a bad mood, despite wanting to take it all out on MC's poor body, he's gentle. Whether he's holding back intentionally or not is entirely unknown.
Harsh bites that could break skin are soft nips, scratches are less painful and often replaced by gentle touches-
Though he's still set quite the pace. Keeping their legs hooked over his shoulders- practically bent in half as he pounds into them- They won't be walking out completely unscathed. Simply, the evidence usually littering their neck and torso will heal faster.
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