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esouliie · 2 months

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DONT POKE THE BEAR.

– pairing | wanda maximoff x fem! reader

– synopsis | you’re known to be quite a tease, especially for your girlfriend, but what happens when you push her too far? will she be able to control herself or will you force her hand?

– warnings | smut, thigh riding, wanda wants to be your mommy hehe, strap on (r!receiving), orgasm denial duh, she eats it from the back :33, face slapping, crybaby reader again, wanda is kinda mean and punishes you ig but she’s so cute with it idc. (18+)

As you entered the room, you couldn’t help but freeze at the sight before you. There she was, the tall and intimidating woman you had grown so fond of, tucked snugly in bed with a book in hand. But what caught you off guard were the glasses perched on her nose – the nerdiest looking frames you had ever seen.

You felt a bubbling laughter rise within you, threatening to burst out uncontrollably. It wasn't just the glasses themselves, but the stark contrast they created against her usual, intense demeanor. You had never seen her in glasses before, and the image was both endearing and hilarious.

Struggling to contain your amusement, you approached your side of the bed cautiously, trying not to let on that you were on the verge of laughter. But a few giggles slipped and she looked up from her book, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and you quickly composed yourself, managing to offer a sheepish smile instead.

“What's so funny?" She asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

Unwilling to lie, you admitted, “you look like a nerd,” and unable to hide your amusement now, you laughed freely.

She was used to your teasing, your playful jabs that never fail to stir her up. In another universe, perhaps, she'd have you over her lap, your apologies tumbling out as you, painfully, realise the extent of your teasing and how mean it was to tease your mommy…

But in this universe, she couldn’t. Not until you were ready.

So she simply chuckled, “and you look like a goof,” eyes trailing down to between your legs, paying close attention to your underwear…

Your bow print underwear.

“Hey! I’ll have you know you loved this goofy apparel the other day.” You cocked your head to the side, stretching up on your knees so your vest rides higher, revealing the top of your underwear where a little pink flower resides, “You loved it so much, I believe you were unable to keep your hands off of me.”

You were obviously right.

Wanda had a thing for you in cute panties instead of sexy lingerie, seeing as stocking and garter belts were more her speed.

Ever the tease, you pulled the duvet off the woman, sending the book flying - as if you even cared - before straddling her warm thighs.

“Oh yeah?” She retorted unemotionally. She wasn’t going to give into your bratty behaviour, no matter how cute you looked on top of her.

“Oh yeah.” You replied mischievously, with a few rolls of your hips. But her hands had latched on before you could continue, halting all your attempts to turn her on.

“Not tonight.”

“Come on, nerd.” You whined, hands attempt to pry hers of your hips. “It’s not even late yet.”

Unmoving, she replied, “don’t call me that.”

“What? You are though.” You ran over her appearance once again, her red curls held high in a loose ponytail as her baby hairs flew abashedly in each direction.

So fucking cute and yet so sexy.

You leaned forward, chest brushing hers. “I mean, who would’ve thought the big, bad Scarlet Witch would need nerdy glasses.”

“What did I say, moya lyubov?” She warned but your fingers only toyed with the arms of her frames, forcing the lenses up and down with each push.

Your incessant need to push buttons drew you closer to a point of no return. Your girlfriend could only take so much more before she snapped.

“Aw is the little witch crying?” You fake cooed, hands playing with the ends of her hair, ready to pull as you deliver the final blow.

“Only a true nerd would get so upset about being called one.”

Pain heated her scalp as her neck was yanked back, but only for a second as you let go of the pressure. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of frustration and anger as she grabbed under your armpits, hauling your off her lap like a ragdoll before pinning your wrists above your head.

You felt a surge of fear mixed with a strange excitement as she held you in place, having pushed Wanda so much she’s actually snapped. No longer the collective, push-over girlfriend she had portrayed herself as.

“Are you stupid?” She spat, her entire weight resting upon your stomach. “You don’t listen, do you?”

Clearly unfazed by her words, you smile up at the woman, bucking your hips into her. “Well I guess not, Einstein.”

Even without much strength to it, the sound of the slap is loud. Your head ripped to the side as you gasped for air. Soon enough, you found yourself facing the woman above you. The offending hand now cupping your chin, as light fingers danced over your cheek, already turning red.

You went to speak but she shushed you, soft lips pressed over yours. “No more.” Is all she said but you understood what she meant, as you nod slowly.

No more lip tonight.

“I didn’t want to have to do that.” She brushed a few stray tears away, unbeknownst that you had even been crying. “But you were being bad, baby. Not my usual good girl.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice unsure of the situation you’re in. Wanda looked mad still, really mad, even though you were only joking around.

“I know, baby, but it’s not nice to be mean to me like that.”

“I was only joking…” You looked away, unable to stand her cold gaze any longer.

Her grip on your chin returned to bring your eyes back to hers. “And I told you to stop, didn’t I?”

You nodded weakly, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. You knew she was right, but you didn’t think you hurt Wanda that much. Not enough for her to slap you anyways.

She released her hold on you, moving back against the headboard before pulling you back onto her lap.

She watched you for a second, nothing your refusal to meet her eyes. You looked ashamed, but not too phased of the situation.

“You okay?” She asked, palms resting soothingly on your bottom.

“I’m okay.” You replied as you twirled her nightgown in your fist. “My cheek hurts though.”

“Good.” With that, she pulls you forward, starting a slow steady pace against her stomach, fingers groping, as you take the pleasure with gratitude.

You gasped at the friction, and Wanda chuckled when she felt the damp patch across your panties. “Oh. You liked that, didn’t you? Like when I hurt you, baby?”

Not knowing if she really wanted an answer, you nodded quickly. Hands holding tighter onto her shoulders as you try to speed up, but she moved you off her.

She stood up, leaving her glasses on her bedside table, working her way over towards the wardrobe. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Now let’s see how you like to be teased.”

…

You’re sat on the edge of the bed, and Wanda stepped between your legs, the red dildo pressing against your chest as she strokes it like it was actually her own.

“Do you like it?”

“You know I was the one that bought it for you.” You couldn’t help but say with a playful eye roll, but she wasn’t having it. Her hand snaked around your neck, applying immediate pressure before you could even realise.

“Do you want another?” She asked coldly, referring to the red mark now prominent on your cheek.

Fearfully, you shake your head as much as she allows you. “Then stop with the attitude.”

Ignoring your mumbled apologies, she leaned down to kiss you wetly, forcing your mouth open as she shoves her tongue inside.

“Move up.” She pushed you back up the bed, crawling atop you. You sighed, raising your hands to cup Wanda’s breasts spilling from her night slip.

“You want this?” She asked, rocking her hips so the silicone rubbed against your sodden panties.

You licked your lips before circling her hardened nipple. with your thumb. “Yes. Please.”

“Good girl.” She rolled over, moving up to the head of the bed. She sat back, against her pillows and patted her thighs. “Come here.”

You followed her, hands grabbing onto her shoulders. “Like this?” You lifted a leg, straddling across her hips.

“No. Up here.” She removed your hands putting them up on the headboard. “Don’t touch me until I say so.”

Wanda noticed your hesitancy, your eyes solely focused on what’s between her legs. It was bigger than what you usually took.

She guided you to sit slowly, fingers pulling your underwear to the side, feeling yourself stretch around her as you gasped at the intrusion.

“Feels good, baby?” She asked and once again you’re left speechless, only capable of nodding your head stupidly. “Yeah? Your face says it all.”

You rocked your hips slightly, the pleasure all too consuming to stay still much longer.

Wanda chuckled at the state of you, fighting the urge to slap your bottom just to see your timid self jump.

“Come on. Just ride me baby.”

And you did. Your initial shyness long forgotten as you gripped the headboard tighter, and lifted yourself almost all the way off her cock, before bringing yourself back down. You quickly worked yourself up to a steady pace, head dropping low to kiss Wanda hard on the mouth.

She enjoyed the view, tits bouncing within the confinement of your vest, as her dick disappeared inside your swollen pussy. She pushed her thumb against your covered clit, your movement faltering for a moment at the added pressure, before feeling your orgasm start to take over.

“Don’t.”

You heard her say and your eyes snapped open.“What?”

“Don’t come. Stop.” She grabbed your hips, stopping you from moving.

“What? Why?” You asked breathless. You could feel yourself pulse around her, your orgasm fading from view as your body willed you to move, to chase it.

“I told you.” She pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m going to tease you. Now, start again. Go slow.”

You whimpered softly and began riding her again, trying not to go too fast. You managed a good pace, each thrust at the same speed as you rocked against her.

“Ah. Slower.”

You huffed, halting all together, before thrusting into what felt like too slow of a motion to make you come. Besides, your thighs had started to burn as you kept moving at this pace for what felt like hours.

“Wanda.” You mumbled, unable to hold onto the headboard any longer, your arms wrap tight around her shoulders, wanting to feel the woman pressed close against you.

She didn’t give you permission to touch but couldn’t find it within herself to reprimand you when you’ve been listening to her so well.

She stroked your curls from your face. “That’s a good girl.” She cooed soothingly, “Such a good girl. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come.” You said, voice akin to a whine.

She pressed a few kisses across your face, “You’re going to have to ask nicer than that.”

You made a sound, something between a laugh and a sob, as tears fell down your cheeks. “Please, Wanda.” You paused, sinking further down until she was all the way inside you.

“Keep moving, baby.” She pulled your hips forwards and backwards. “Like this. Nice and slow.”

“So beautiful.” She whispered into your hair, trailing more kisses across your face until she reached your lips.

Your pleas fell on silent ears for a while longer as Wanda worked you up to your limit. Not wanting to overstimulate you but just pushing enough to see how far she can go. How far she can push you into that little headspace she wants to keep you in. “Okay, baby. You need to do exactly what I tell you, okay?”

You hummed and she continued. “You need to get off me and go lay down on your stomach.”

It took a second for your brain to compute what she said, but you did so willingly, and your cunt ached at the feeling of being so empty.

“Good girl. Now, on your knees, I need to put a pillow under your hips.” To which you did, as Wanda positioned her pillow under you. You went to lay down, all too familiar with this position, but hands on your waist stopped you.

A warmth spread across you as Wanda licked up your ruined underwear. The white cotton stuck to you she could see the outline of your pussy so vividly. She moaned at the taste, and you whined embarrassingly loud, pushing your hips back into her face, hoping she’d let you come this time. But she pulled always, as the telltale signs of your orgasm come forth, and knocked you off balance, falling into the soft duvet under you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t help myself.” She ran soothing hands up and down your back, before pulling your underwear off of you.

She didn’t want to keep you waiting much longer, deciding two denials was enough for your first time.

“You taste so good, but I want you to come on my cock, okay? I promise Im going to let you come this time.”

You mumbled an okay and she took that as the initiative to slide into you. She slowly pulled out and drove back in, in a swift, hard motion, eliciting a loud, surprised moan from you. She repeated this for a little while, watching her dick disappear inside you, only pulling out to thrust back in with vigour, each time causing a moan to escape your lips.

“Please. Faster.” You managed to say and she took pity.

“Okay, baby. No more teasing.” She began thrusting vehemently into you, her own groans mixing with yours as the toy applied pressure to her nerves. Noticing how your body trembled, she leaned forward, the position allowing her to move deep inside your walls, as she boldly swiped her tongue over the shell of your ear, lightly biting the lobe.

One hand moved from beside your head, distributing some of her weight to your lower back as she sat up, the shift causing her to fuck up into the front of your walls.

“Come for me.”

To her surprise, you didn’t come right away. Your body too concerned with what felt like electric shocks as you thrashed under Wanda’s body.

Words melted into nothing as they were cut off by a strangled cry, tears streaming down your face onto the bed.

She turned you over, careful not to pull out as you’d clamped down on her, as she descended upon your lips. “Oh, my good girl.” Her lips moved up over your eyes, “You did so good for me.”

You chose to use what little energy left to wrap your arms around Wanda, pulling her flush to your body as you shook through the after waves.

She whispered sweet nothings as her fingers run upon and down your side until you calmed down.

“You okay, baby? You need anything?”

You hummed, exhaustion evident in your voice. “No, that was fun.” You kissed her lips, playfully poking your tongue at her.

“But you’re still a nerd.”

She scoffed but rolled over, not missing the way your grimace as she pulled out.

“I should’ve slapped you harder.” She mumbled, as she quickly discarded the toy, pulling the duvet over you both, fearing sleep would come quick with how long you guys had been at it.

Oh well, she’d just have to teach you a lesson some other day.

#my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #idk how i feel about this …

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ashersanity · 5 months

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I love how most of us Whitney sluts universally agree that Whitney has a big dick/big tits, sure, but Kylar's is still definitely bigger :) - :) Degenerate anon :)

thanks, degenerate anon. now I’m going to go in specific details of how I headcanon LI’s genitals, m! and f!, think of it as cis or trans, idc.

this is all your fault btw.

cw! asher being fucking insane

robin

dick! : bigger than average, y’know, not too big or on the same calibre as whitney and kylar, but it’s not the cock you’d expect springing out of a sweet guy like robin. blushing furiously the first time you even see it, gets hard easily, brush of your finger tips over the tip and it’s already swelling in his pants, aching to be inside of you. does a bad job at hiding the visible bulge in his pants, thighs not-so-subtly pressing together.

pussy! : uhh warm, like a nice, soothing heat that lovingly welcomes you inside, clenches and squeezes a lot right around your length whenever you tease her too much. kinda hard to describe pussy the same way I do with dick cuz I don’t got one, so.. just like her other counterpart, she’s getting wet in an instant under your fingers, very noisy and squelchy too. attempts to play it off as adjusting her panties beneath her skirt or shorts if she’s cross dressing even if it’s to relieve some tension.

whitney

dick! : that shit is thick, barely can wrap your hand around the full girth, subtle throbbing of his cock from your touch alone. bully definitely has piercings on there, jacob ladder or whatever you call that shit, sink it right inside your warm tight hole just to grind it real well against your walls. likes the sound of your soft whimpers that elicits from you. is always stupidly hard for some reason.(HE IS JUST LIKE ME FR) give whitney a teasing, flirty look in his direction and he’s already erect and ready to go on the park bench, wherever, whenever.

pussy! : oh boy.. demanding and aching to get filled up or stimulated in whatever way possible. if m!whitney is a horny, feral bastard, then f!whitney is twice as bad, if not entirely worse. typa cunt you bury your full length into, just slip it inside and it’s squeezing just right around you and you’re going “OH GOD, IM GON FUCKIN’ NU-“ 12/10 pussy, the one you never forget for the rest of your life. has been penetrated plenty of times and I don’t give a shit if it’s slutty or used up, I’m still using it.

kylar

dick! : monster cock, ginormous. scarred hands reaching for his belt, little kylar fishing that out of his pants and your eyes feel like they might just bulge out of your sockets from how absurdly big that thing is. girth is thick, but not as thick as whitney I’d say, definitely bigger for sure. very veiny, flushed up tip that oozes loads of pre-cum at the end. gets shy whenever you slip your hand past his boxers, fabric of his underwear getting soaked in an instant. would be reaching your crevix the second that gremlin is thrusting that whole shit in, cums easily too and lasts like 2 seconds. (just like me fr)

pussy! : monster pussy too, will destroy your dick/strap-on regardless, sucks that shit in like a vampire who hasn’t had the slightest droplet of blood in the last 5000 years. soaking wet in an instant at whatever thing you’re doing. your warm breath hitting the shell of her ear, elbows brushing against each other as you lean over to observe the sketches she’s made of you. wet, wet, wet, fuck, she always needs a new pair of panties from how much she soaks. got that gorilla grip too, will not allow you to pull out at all, NEEDS you to cum inside her wether you have a dick or not.

sydney

dick! : “guys, did you hear? that church boy’s dick is bigger than expected” yeah, they weren’t lying on that one. gifted from the heavens really, literal angels singing as he finally exposes himself to you, bashfully so too. tip of his cock head is a nice, old pink. classic virgin dick, trailing your fingertips over the length and he’s already up. oddly enough, this may sound weird to say, but it’s the perfect balance of all cocks combined, the perfect dick as one would call it and now I’m envious of you, syd. shit. corrupted sydney is more or less the same except he’s not timid anymore, probably has piercings like whitney too.

pussy! : “holy shit, I heard that church girl pussy is the best.” one wise philosopher once said that, don’t know where I heard it though I’m sure it’s the truth. nothing hits better than getting pussy from a church girl. virgin mary type of shit where you’re burying yourself deep inside that pristine, untouched cunt and yelling out “OH LORD, GOOD HEAVENS!!!” like a british celebrating their 20th victory of colonizing another country. wet and warm, can be heard under the library as you tease her beneath her skirt, very squelchy? it’s just dripping down the length of her legs, clasped hand over her mouth as she tries to muffle her involuntary moans.

#I’m slowly spiraling down to the brink of madness #did I seriously just fucking write about some chars dick and pussy??#what is wrong with me #shit #dol #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #degenerate anon #asher gets asks

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pinknightsinmymind · 1 year

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you did ellie's kinks, could you do abby's too? 😳

【 abby anderson nsfw hc's 】

NSFW MDNI BELOW CUT

a/n: anon you don't even gotta ask. here you go!! i've been planning to do one of these for a while now, so thank you for for requesting and giving me the space to write about this!! i really appreciate it! <33

cw: NSFW CONTENT DOWN BELOW MDNI

okay, let’s start with the most obvious one. STRENGTH KINK. i know it, you know it, we all know it. she loves using her strength on you, especially during sex. she loves being able to pick you up, move you however she wants, changing your positions with ease whenever she wants. it just makes her head spin being able to do that to you, and you love how it makes you feel so under her control.

that being said, i think abby is the type who LOVES giving her girlfriend the princess treatment.

“don’t worry about doing anything, baby. i’ll take care of it,” she’d whisper in your ear. she has you seated in her lap, strap already buried deep inside you. her hands are on your hips as she starts lifting them up and down for you. she kisses your cheek. “look so pretty letting me take care of you like this.”

she has a soft spot for pillow princesses. she has the strength and the stamina, so why not use that to her advantage to keep you cumming all night long? you don’t have to do any of the work. she’ll fuck into you, move you how she wants, do everything just how you like it, and give you what you need.

big service dom energy

i think abby is the type of person who would be big on punishments, though. if you’ve had a bratty attitude all day, talking back to her and not listening, she’ll definitely punish you later. she’ll make you do all the work yourself, making you ride her and not offering to help you. she’ll deny you orgasm after orgasm until you’re crying and begging her to let you cum.

“please, please, abby, please, let me cum. i’m so sorry. please. i’m sorry for how i was acting. please, i need you.”

“what’s the matter, princess?” she’d tease. “you didn’t seem to need me when you were acting like a brat all day. but you need me bad, huh?” you whined in response. “it’s okay. i think you’ve learned your lesson.” abby grabs onto your waist and maneuvers the two of you until she’s on top of you. it’s just the type of bliss you need when she finally starts moving the strap inside you, her thumb circling your clit.

while we’re on the subject of straps (bc i’m a whore) if her strap isn’t pink, it’s flesh-colored IDC IDC it's bc abby’s GROWN

abby’s strap will have you seeing god she’s good with it and she knows it

okay i’ve talked enough about strap usage now onto more important stuff; i know for a fact that abby’s a messy eater i just know it she is not the type to take it slow or be shy when it comes to eating pussy. she wants to make her partner feel good, and if that includes having her whole face drenched, then so be it. she’s a menace when she eats it, acting like she hasn’t eaten in days and like she’s starved. she’ll eat you out for hours, making you cum again and again, because just that alone is pleasurable for her.

her hands are so big, and her fingers are so thick, i just know it feels good to have them fill you up. their thickness and length just hit all the right spots. she takes her time when it comes to fingering you, wanting to relish in stretching you out, in the sounds that you make, the way your face changes with every new sensation.

she’s a bit voyeuristic. she’ll make you touch yourself in front of her as a form of punishment—or maybe just even foreplay—because she loves watching you get all worked up and begging to be touched by her.

mutual masturbation!!! she is all for it!! she gets off on hearing you get off and knowing you’re getting off.

i don’t think abby is a person who is big on PDA, so because of this i don’t think she’s an exhibitionist or a fan of public sex. i think she views sex with her partner as something special and private for the two of you to do alone, something for the two of you to savor and enjoy together. just for the two of you. HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean she won’t encourage you to be loud enough for everyone to hear. she may not be into the idea of possibly being caught or seen, but that doesn’t mean she’s not into the idea of you being heard. she wants everyone to hear how good she’s making you feel, and she wants them to know that it’s HER making you feel good.

will purposefully ask you to say her name while fucking you and knows you will loudly.

“say my name, baby, come on. say it,” she ordered.

you’re so fucked out, abby holding your legs against your chest as she eats you out. you don’t even think twice, her name leaving your lips like a prayer as your mind feels all fuzzy. you don’t even realize how loud you’re being, too lost in your head and the pleasure.

she may not be a fan of exhibitionism, but she’d fuck you in the woods outside the WLF stadium where no one’s around. she knows you’re not actually going to get caught, and there’s absolutely no chance of anyone seeing you two, but the rush she gets is the fact that you’re outside with no one around to see or hear you. she’s the only one that gets to hear your pretty moans and the sounds of what you’re doing to each other. it’s still private, and those moments still belong to the two of you.

so ig that's technically outdoor sex so for abby its outdoor sex >>>> public sex

hear me out, reverse cowgirl position… it’s probably one of her favs i just know it. on one of her days where she’s in the mood to make you work or punish you, you can be sure this is a position she’ll be glad to put you in.

if you’re into scissoring, she’s so excited to try it out with you. she’s gentle and slow at first, but as you keep going, she becomes more aggressive and quickens her pace. she gets so sensitive and desperate during it, too, trying to please you while also whining and losing herself in the pleasure.

her favorite positions are: missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, and MATING PRESSES

if there’s any character in tlou who would have a breeding kink, IT’S HER. this is not up for debate. she knows it’s not biologically possible, but she loves the idea of filling you up with her cum, the idea of you having her children. she wants to raise them with you and protect not only you, but them as well. she just likes the idea of having a little family with you.

loves pulling on your hair when you’re eating her out or when she’s fucking you.

will grab your face roughly during sex or when you’re mouthing off to her

i feel like when it comes to her being on the receiving end of anything, she still wants to feel like she’s in control. she wants to be the one in charge at all times, but if you keep teasing her just the right amount, she becomes a big, whiny mess that’s just so desperate to be touched. it’s only then that she’ll enter any kind of submissive headspace. i also think that in the beginning of the relationship she wants to be the main one that dominates, but as your relationship continues and she becomes more comfortable, the more she’ll be open to being submissive. she just needs that time to get comfortable and give you her trust.

this had been the third time you had denied abby an orgasm, and it was really getting to her. she was whining and writhing beneath you, begging for you to let her finish.

“please, baby, i need it. i need you. please, let me cum, please, please, please.”

she just sounded so fucked out and desperate you had no choice but to give her what she needed, happy to make her feel so good, your mouth returning to her cunt.

likes it when you eat her out while you’re on your knees. she likes being able to look down at you, and, god, do you look so pretty looking up at her with those eyes. not to mention, you love having her tower over you.

loves it when your fingers fill her up while you kiss her. just the intimacy of it gets her going.

loves passionate kisses while you use the strap on her. the beautiful girl just wants to feel taken care of and loved. she needs lots of praise and sweet words.

i think that all it takes is for you to order her to do something ONCE and she’s like putty in your hands. she just melts, and she just feels herself compelled to do whatever you ask her, to behave just for you.

maybe on occasion she’ll choke you if you ask, but i feel like SHE’S the one who actually likes to be choked the most. she just loves the feeling of your hand wrapped around her neck, feeling you squeeze and release, loving the haziness that overtakes her mind from lack of blood flow.

she likes to leave hickies and bite marks when she’s inside you. like i’m talking outlines of teeth left on your shoulders, your breasts, bruises from where she held onto you too hard. she just loves to leave her mark and “coincidentally” a lot of them are in visible places.

i don’t feel like abby’s big on degradation because i feel she’s more focused on making you feel good and that includes talking to you with such soft, sweet words.

“look so beautiful, angel. god, taking me so good just like that. yeah, you’re doing such a good job for me, fuck.”

MORNING SEX. there’s nothing like waking up with you at her side, seeing you sleep so peacefully. to her there is no greater blessing than being able to wake up with you in her arms. waking up slowly with you is her favorite, and when you both feel that neediness, you’re all over each other, trying to make one another feel good. morning sex with her is slow, but it’s so sweet. her words are filled with even more praise than usual, an “i love you” leaving her lips nearly every minute. afterwards she’ll either take you out to breakfast or cook something for you.

aftercare legend. pulls you close, holds you just how you need, caresses the areas of your skin she left marks on. she’ll clean you up, help redress you if you want to put a t-shirt back on, or if not will cuddle you just as you are. she likes feeling your bare skin on hers, anyways. keeps water and snacks on her nightstand just for you, but if you want something like tea, best believe she will go to the kitchen just to make it for you. she’ll give you all the reassurance you need, tell you how much she loves you, make sure you know just how loved you are. she can’t allow her darling girl to feel neglected in any type of way—not under her watch.

vanilla sex with her is probably so romantic and sweet while also being sensual. it’s just the two of you taking care of each other’s needs, whispering how much you love each other, just the softest.

i think abby’s just a huge softie and a sap and she’s just so caring. she’d do anything to take care of you and please you and make you feel good. she’s just so nurturing and protective she can’t help it.

abby's so cute i'm love her🥺

#tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson #tlou abby #abby tlou #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson headcanons

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hearts4golbach · 7 months

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 7

"and all my anger, sadness, regret disappeared, its madness."

I walked next door to Sals apartment and knocked on the door. to my surprise, Henry answered. he looked like he was in a rush.

"Hey, Mr fisher! are you okay?" I asked cautiously.

"yes, thank you, sweetheart. I'm about to be late for work." he gave me a sad smile. "cone in, sals in his room."

"thanks, I hope you make it in time." I grinned back at him.

I knocked on the door before walking into sals room. he was laying in his bed in boxers and a T-shirt. he was playing on his gear boy.

"Hey, babe. you okay?"

he looked over at me and sniffled. "I got sick somehow." sal chuckled.

"oh, I'm sorry, sally face." I rubbed his arm. "can I crawl in with you?"

he nodded. "if you wanna catch whatever I have."

"I can take it." sal blushed. i climbed in, wrapping my arms around his waist, meanwhile making sure I didn't get in the way of his vision. "how are you not suffering with your prosthetic on?"

he giggled. "I am suffering."

"have you taken medicine and atleast drank a little water?"

he paused. "uh..."

"sal!" I exclaimed, getting up. I went to get him a glass of water and a little medication. I brought it back to him. "cant have you dying on me, damn."

"I'm not going to die, Y/n. it's not that serious." he rolled his eyes.

"you never know!" I replied in a sing song voice. I crawled back in bed next to him and handed him the water and cough syrup.

he took off his mask and quickly took the shot of medicine, grunting as he did so. he took a sip of water. "thank you, love." he gently kissed me, staying against my lips for a few seconds before pulling away. I moved his hair out of his sweaty face before moving back to my original position around his waist. I listened to him hum as he played his game before slowly falling asleep.

I woke up a few hours later, around 10. sal was asleep, too. I stretched before checking my phone.

larry: wya Todd's parents just gave me more weed ;) - 9:18 pm.

larry: Y/N!!! - 9:26 pm.

larry: uve got 2 be shitting my dick - 9:31 pm.

me: oml sal is on his death bed I can't leave him - 10:18 pm.

larry: idc bring his ass with!! - 10:21 pm.

me: he's sleeping

larry: wake the beast from his slumber and let's goooo

me: ure annoying lol

larry: I give u free weed that's not possible

me: my bad gangster let me see if sal wants 2 go

larry: tell his ass I got soup

me: lol ok

what I didn't realize is that sal was awake already. I turned to look at him, bit he was already looking at me. I jumped. "you scared me."

"sorry." he apologized with his raspy voice. he sounded worse. he kissed my forehead.

"we don't have to go to Larry's, you sound worse."

he cleared his throat. "I'm fine, he seems desperate and he has soup."

"mk." I whispered, gently kissing his soft lips. he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in. "maybe we should just stay here."

we got up and sal put on pajama pants, tossing me a pair too. sal strapped his mask back on and we made our way down to Larry's apartment.

me: u better prepare soup cuz I'm pretty sure that's the only reason he's going

larry: already on it :D

larry and I got baked while sal happily ate his soup, with his mask on, of course. after he had finished, I laid my head in his lap and talked to larry about his girlfriend.

"dude, she has the biggest tits I've ever seen!"

"bigger than ashs? no way."

larry rolled his eyes. "sure."

"damn, bigger than mine!?!" I exclaimed. I glanced back at sal, who's ears were turning a shade of pink. I smirked to myself.

"yep."

sal coughed. "no way were talking about this. I don't even believe that."

"oh my god, sal."

I sat in my hospital bed, trying to comfort Y/n. she hadn't been allowed to take her pain meds that day.

"I'm sorry you hurt, Y/n." I frowned, watching as she curled up into a small ball.

"it's ok, sal." she whined as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. "can you read me a story?"

and I did. I read her 3 of the stories dad had brought me while I stayed in the hospital. i kept reading until I realized she had fallen asleep. I wasn't completely sure she could fully hear me through my bandages, though.

I took care of sal the next week, making sure he took his medicine and drank water. I stayed most nights with him so he didn't have to be alone. the funny thing was, by the time he was fully healed, I was sick, myself.

#ash campbell #sal fisher #larry johnson #fanfic #sally face #fanfiction #friends to lovers #light shower #melanie martinez #sal fisher x y/n

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heytherejulietx · 3 years

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growth spurt - richie tozier

↳ a/n - ignore the lack of format at all. i’m writing this on my phone and lower caps looks cuter idc. technically requested by @bucky-j-barnes (although she only told me to write richie if it counts) anyways sara ily and enjoy <3

↳ content warning - strong language, dirty jokes.

↳ 1.2k words

y/n leaned back against the wall outside of school as she watched all of the people walking inside, trying to spot one of the losers (specifically her trashmouth boyfriend). y/n and her parents had been away in another state to see family for practically all of summer so she hadn’t seen any of the losers since may. she’d missed them all a lot, as she hadn’t really spoken to any of them through summer, though the anticipation to see them definitely made the school day better. somehow.

she hadn’t really changed too much over the summer. she’d cut her hair and changed up her style a little, though she had no major changes. nothing that people would notice. she’d stopped growing about a year ago so she was still the same height; annoyingly short. the only person she knew who was the same height as her was eddie, which she appreciated. she had someone who at least got bullied with her when richie went off on one.

“hey, sweet cheeks!”

she’d been too lost in her thoughts to see him approach, but she looked up at the voice she recognised all too well and holy fuck.

richie walked up towards her with his hands in his pockets, grinning his usual stupid grin. he was still wearing one of his hideously colourful shirts and still had glasses that covered the top half of his face. his hair was a mess as always and he was still carrying the same backpack he had since sixth grade. but somehow he had gotten so much taller. he was practically a giant. for a seventeen year old he was huge. it looked like he had literally been stretched upwards to be so tall.

y/n’s mouth dropped open as he moved to stand in front of her and his grin widened, arms loosely crossing over his chest.

“i know, i got even hotter.” he smirked, and she had to look up at him as he spoke.

he had always been tall, but so had all of the other boys she knew - aside from eddie, of course. but this was just insane. he wasn’t just tall - he was a fucking giant.

“how did you- since when- you’re so tall!” y/n gasped and richie laughed as he reached out to pat her head like she was a puppy.

“maybe you just got shorter.” he teased and y/n scowled, though she couldn’t help but smile as richie stepped forwards and put his arms around her, pulling her into himself. this new height was perfect for hugging him, she realised as he tucked her head right under his chin.

“missed you.” she mumbled into his disgusting pink shirt, and she relaxed against him as he held onto her a little tighter. she really had missed him all summer. it sucked not being around him for so long, especially outside of school. he was so different when it was just them. he was so much gentler.

“missed you more. it sucked being stuck with eddie for two months without you.” richie chuckled.

“hey what the fuck?”

y/n looked up to see eddie walking towards them and rolled her eyes, elbowing richie in the ribs when she realised he’d purposely said it so his best friend could hear.

“eddie! i missed you too!” y/n smiled and pulled away from her boyfriend to put her arms around the shorter boy instead, who initially stiffened though hugged her back after a moment.

“y/n thank fuck you’re back. richie has been completely unhinged all summer. now that you’re back maybe you can control him so he doesn’t go swimming in the disgusting river again.” eddie snapped at richie as she pulled away from the hug.

“oh come on, eddie spaghetti,” richie teased as he slung his arm around y/n’s shoulders. “it was a hot day! you’re just a fun sponge.”

“better that then contracting some sort of disease from the water. seriously, i feel like i’m the only person who cares about safety.” eddie scowled as he crossed his arms, speaking almost too fast for y/n to keep up.

“safety schmaftey. lighten up a bit, eds. sheesh you’re more wound up than my grandma.” he snorted.

“whatever, when you die from doing something stupid i won’t be surprised,” eddie huffed, adjusting the straps of his bag on his shoulders as he spoke. “i’ve gotta go and disinfect my locker before i use it, fuck knows what was in there last year,” he shuddered. “see you guys.” eddie shoved richie as he walked past before he went into the building, disappearing amongst the crowd.

“if i knew you’d almost kill yourself all summer i’d have probably stuck around.” y/n teased as she looked back up at him and richie rolled his eyes.

“i wasn’t even that bad, come on angel,” richie complained, and y/n had to stop herself from smiling at the nickname. “anyways, now that you’re back i can get unhinged in another way.” he wriggled his eyebrows at her suggestively and she groaned as she pushed his chest.

“in your dreams, tozier.” y/n scoffed and richie threw his head back and laughed at her expression.

“come on, snookums, not even a quick one? there’s probably an empty closet inside-“

y/n cut him off by lifting her hand to cover his mouth so he didn’t say anymore, though pulled it away with a gasp when she felt something wet against her fingers.

“did you just lick me?” she gasped, and richie started laughing again as he slung his arm back around her.

“there’s way more where that came from.” he winked, and she pulled a face and groaned as she wiped her hand off on her trousers.

“you’re disgusting.” she scowled.

“you still love me.” he grinned, tapping the end of her nose and causing her to scrunch it up slightly.

“somehow.” she sighed dramatically, though couldn’t hide her smile as she looked up at him. “we probably have to go inside in a minute.” she nodded towards the entrance of the school, and leaned up to kiss him for a moment before they went inside, though scowled as he was now too tall for her to reach.

richie grinned as she leaned up on her tiptoes towards him though just tipped his head up so she couldn’t reach, and she groaned as she smacked his chest again.

“rich.” she whined, tugging on his shirt, and he laughed as he finally leaned down to kiss her properly, resting his hands on her sides.

“you’re too cute,” he teased as he pulled away with a kiss to the end of her nose, and reached to take her hand instead as they started walking inside. “still wanna find that closet, though?”

“shut up.” y/n elbowed him again and he laughed, swinging their hands as they walked inside.

#amber’s writing #it #it 2019 #it 2017 #richie tozier #richie tozier x you #richie tozier x reader #richie it #the losers club #the losers fanfiction #it fanfiction #richie tozier fluff

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein | obedience (smut)

PLEASE THIS TRIO CAN RUN A TRAIN ON ME IDC

also thank u to these sexy whores for supporting the idea and inspiring me😫: @kuroosperiodictable @tsukkeishimaa @izukine @shisoaya @erimins @rintarouss @x6nji @txzierbaby @piscesfairies @ikigaitooru (even though u don’t watch aot LMAO)

edit: this has been in my drafts for weeks so i apologize if it’s horrible i just want it out😭

warnings/notes: cursing, smut, nsfw, foursome, daddy kink, switch!mikasa, f!reader, softdom!jean, dom!eren, polyamory, fxf, mxm if u squint, impact play, spit kink, double penetration, oral sex, fingering, anal, dumbification, and aftercare

mikasa’s skin feels cool against your’s as she gathers you into her strong arms. her chest is flush against your back, a bashful pink reaching down to her neck as she stares at you and then back up.

before the two of you stand your beautiful boyfriends, jean and eren, one looking more intimidating than the other. both had rid themselves of their shirts and their pants, leaving them in their plaid and plain boxers.

mikasa’s hands spread your legs open, leaving your pussy on display to eren and jean.

“can you show them how wet you are,” mikasa whispers in your ear, rubbing circles on your inner thighs.

you oblige without complaint, using your index and middle finger to spread your lips open for view. you shifted uncomfortably at eren and jean’s intense gazes, finally using your voice for the first time you’ve been put in this situation.

“are you gonna do something or are you gonna just gawk,” you try to nudge a foot in their direction, but your thigh being held by the ever-so obedient mikasa.

“watch your tone,” eren tells you, placing his knees on the edge of the bed and leaning towards you.

“listen to us,” jean says softly, joining eren on the bed.

you roll your eyes but let out a whimper whenever eren blows cold air onto your clit, toes curling while your hips jerk. mikasa’s hands rest on your tits due to eren’s hands replacing her own. jean’s kissing mikasa on the lips gently, pulling away with a soft and approving smile.

“wanna kiss, baby,” he asks you, watching how your bite your lip at the feeling of eren’s wet tongue licking strips into your cunt and circles into your clit.

“n...no,” you pant and turn your head away.

“(name),” mikasa says quietly when she realizes the soft pouting of jean, “give jean a kiss. he’s sad.”

you choke out a moan while your hips buck into eren’s face. you manage to turn to jean, who kisses you just as gentle as he kissed mikasa moments ago.

eren sucks on your clit in the middle of your kiss, hoping to cockblock jean just a bit longer.

and it works, seeing as you pull away from the kiss with a moan, “cumming, cumming!”

mikasa nips at your shoulder and gropes your chest, eyes staring into eren and jean’s to check for permission. jean encourages the orgasm while eren looks frustrated.

“hold on a little longer,” she mumbles as a compromise, “you’ll be allowed to come soon.”

“yes... yes ma’am,” you pant, shutting your eyes.

“good girl,” jean smiles while he pats mikasa on the head.

“eren, give mikasa a little treat. she’s so good for us,” jean praises.

“you come do it since you’re askin’,” eren scoffs and pulls away, now laying down in the spot next to mikasa and lazily palming his cock through his boxers.

jean hums in agreement, but you know that he’s a little annoyed at eren’s laziness. you shimmy your body a little, trying to make mikasa’s cunt more accessible for jean. mikasa whimpers in your ear while jean starts to eats her out, staring intently at mikasa’s flushed face.

“mikasa,” eren calls while shuffling his pants off of him, “go ahead and touch (name).”

mikasa struggles to answer, but thankfully eren’s feeling just a bit merciful today—or maybe it was cause he was taking off his boxers. you watch excitedly as mikasa’s dainty hand trails down your body and to your clit.

“can i finger her,” mikasa bites her lip, trying to ignore the attention jean is giving to her cunt.

eren nods while he spits on the palm of his hand, slowly stroking his cock with lazy movements.

“please, ma’am,” you turn to look at mikasa, who’s struggling just as much as you are.

mikasa inserts two of her fingers inside of you, accidentally bucking her hips and moaning from jean’s fingers slipping inside of her. it has her fingers thrusting deeper then they were meant to, a small mewl falling from your lips.

sloppily, mikasa starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you as she cries out jean’s title.

“‘s okay. you can come, baby,” he smiles up at mikasa, “eren can decide for our little princess there.”

mikasa turns her head to eren, who fists his cock with one hand and the other resting at the back of his head. it’s almost like he’s bored and not watching his three partners fuck one another some way or another.

eren’s teal eyes drift down to your needy face, hips desperately trying to get mikasa’s fingers to thrust into you faster and deeper.

“fuck her with your fingers like the slut she is,” eren hums with half lidded eyes.

mikasa nods and before she can even move her hand, she throwing her head back against the pillows. she’s moaning out jean’s name as she hits her orgasm, pulling her fingers out of you to grip the sheets below her.

“thank you, thank you,” she whimpers when jean pulls away wiping his mouth.

“such a good girl,” eren smirks, “unlike your little princess there.”

mikasa breathes heavily when she looks at your face. her hand is shakily until she slips her fingers back inside of you and curling her fingers. you try bucking your hips upwards, only to be held down by mikasa’s stronger hand.

“patient,” she sighs, fingering you more speedily.

you nod your head and grip onto the hand that’s on your hip. the sight almost has eren and jean in awe as they can barely manage to get you to listen on their own.

“please,” you pant and try to hold down your hips.

“you can come,” mikasa slips her hand from your’s and uses it to start rubbing tight circles into your clit.

you arch your back against mikasa’s skin while calling out her name. mikasa let’s out a deep sigh as she continues her gentle rubbing, helping you ride out your first orgasm of the night. when she pulls her hands away your hips chase after them along with a whine.

jean helps you off of mikasa’s body, now laying next to her. you cuddle into her side while rubbing your thighs together, tugging on her muscular arm in need.

“(name),” eren calls and you turn your head, “daddy’s gonna take care of you next, alright?”

before you can even react, mikasa agrees for you. jean smiles and holds your thighs apart while he watches you reach for mikasa’s hand.

“‘s okay, princess. he won’t hurt you,” eren mumbles lazily and guides your other hand to his cock, “and if he does, you probably deserve it.”

jean slowly thrusts himself into you, shuddering as he throws his head back. mikasa puts her free hand onto your tummy, humming at the small bulge that she feels under her palm.

“how’s it feel, baby,” mikasa whispers into your ear.

“‘s full, ‘m so full,” you whine, looking to jean with your bottom lip jutted out.

“can you tell me who’s filling you right now,” jean rolls his hips while eren pants quietly.

“go on, tell him,” eren grunts while you fuck his cock with your fist.

“daddy,” you whimper whenever his thrusts become more powerful, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, “full of daddy’s cock.”

eren groans at your whimper, throwing his forearm over his eyes. you buck your hips whenever jean thrusts harshly against you, the tip of his cock pecking at your cervix. he grunts and places his hand on your neck and the other next to your head, jackhammering greedily.

“pl-please...!” you cry and accidentally tighten your grip on eren’s cock, not enough to hurt, but enough to have him shooting his load onto your hand.

his groans slip into soft moans as he rides through it by grinding his hips smoothly into your hand. you can’t even stare at your messy hand if you wanted to, jean’s thrusting is too fast and intense for you to see clearly.

“clean her hand up, baby,” you hear eren say to mikasa, who jumps at the opportunity. you shudder at the feeling of her tongue against your fingers.

you throw your head back and feel tears prick at your eyes.

“‘m gonna cum! please... lemme cum ‘kasa,” you’re almost sobbing and the sight has eren laughing.

“go ahead, cum all over your daddy’s cock,” eren gripes at your tit while he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“you can come, love,” mikasa’s voice grants you permission, “can you beg for him too as well?”

“daddy! pl-please make me cum, please,” your hips start to buck almost wildly even whenever mikasa throws an arm around them.

jean squeezes your neck a little, taking your breath away as your eyes roll into the back of your head. you moan almost obnoxiously but it makes your lovers smile nonetheless.

“fuck,” jean groans at the feeling of your pussy hugging his cock.

“look at that princess, he’s about to come in you,” eren grabs your jaw with rough fingers, shaking your head back and forth, “gonna milk all of daddy’s cock, huh?”

“you’re taking it so well, love. taking jeany’s cock so well,” mikasa kisses your neck.

mikasa’s words have jean hitting his peak with a breathy groan. his eyes flutter as he pulls himself out, watching at how his seed starts to dribble out of you.

jean scoops the sticky liquid with his fingers and shoves it back inside of you along with his fingers. you yelp from both overstimulation and surprise.

“we’re not done, baby,” you feel mikasa smile against your school as you give a confused hum.

mikasa stands from the bed, rummaging through a drawer on your dresser. mikasa pulls a strap along with some lube, tossing it to jean while he shuffles his body to lay under your’s. he catches it easily and then hands it to eren, who’s admiring the view of your almost fucked out cunt.

“prep her for me,” jean huffs while mikasa helps jean shimmy the strap onto your almost limp body.

hissing, you curl your toes at eren’s index finger covered in lube slowly entering your ass. mikasa settles herself on top of you, hovering over the strap. you’re 100% sure that jean’s losing feeling in his legs or stomach.

the feeling of eren’s finger in your ass is foreign and slightly uncomfortable, especially whenever mikasa lowers herself down on the strap with a shaky sigh. the pressure of mikasa’s body on top of your’s makes you groan due to the way it makes eren’s fingers so much more intense.

you squeeze onto the hands mikasa’s presented you with whenever eren adds another finger. you hiss at the small sting you get as eren manages to scissor his fingers.

“it’s okay, princess, eren’s takin’ care of you,” jean’s voice is laced with reassurance that has you relaxing.

you’re about to reply but are interrupted by your moan as eren starts to pump his fingers inside of you. sighing shakily, you bury your face into jean’s neck.

“does it feel good,” mikasa flutters her eyelashes while subtly rocking her hips.

“not yet,” jean scolds whenever his hand comes down on her hips.

eren laughs breathlessly at the exchange, slipping another slick finger inside of your ass. you yelp and let go of one mikasa’s hands to cover your mouth. you bite down whenever eren curls his fingers inside of you, squeezing your eyes shut while tears fell from them.

mikasa pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers once more, “no covering your mouth.”

you only nod wearily at her command, too focused on how eren’s fingers fuck into your ass with fervor. and after one last stretch of his fingers, he pulls them out of you while telling jean that you should be ready enough.

eren coats jean’s cock with lube, a teasing smile set on his face while jean grunts. once eren’s had his fill of taunting, he helps jean’s cock slip inside of your ass.

you would moan if it weren’t for the feeling of jean being in your throat instead of your ass. jean, however, is groaning with no abandon at just how snug your ass is around his cock.

“fucking shit,” he pants while gritting his pearly white teeth.

“feel good,” eren snickers, starting to line himself up with your slit.

eren brushes off how jean’s ignored him, now slipping his cock inside of your cunt after he’s spit on his cock. you groan loudly at eren slipping inside of you with jean following along.

“fuck, eren, i can feel you,” jean sighs and throws his head back against the pillow it rests upon.

eren’s in the same condition, completely still as his hips are flush against your pelvis.

“can we move,” mikasa rolls her hips once more, transferring more and more pressure onto your tummy.

you’re completely gone at this point, the combined feeling of jean and eren inside of you at the same time with the added pressure of mikasa is the only thing you manage to think of.

it just gets worse whenever all three of them start to move. it’s overwhelming, so much to the point of you already creaming on eren’s cock with a high pitched whine.

“barely done anything and she’s already cummin’,” eren pants, continuing to thrust wildly into you.

you can’t reply, can’t think. the only thing you can do is moan and cum over and over again.

mikasa guides your hand to her puffy clit, your muscle memory automatically rubbing circles into the nub. she whimpers and keens slightly, firm hands planted on your torso. she bounces up and down on the silicone dick that she’s strapped onto your body.

you back your hips by accident, slamming right into mikasa’s sweet spot. she moans loudly, mixing in with your own and the panting of jean and eren. you can barely move your hips, so you decide to make up for it by fastening the pace of your fingers on her clit.

she throws her head back with a whine, hips jerking back and forth sloppily as she comes closer and closer to her orgasm.

luckily, a particularly hard thrust from jean has you bucking up into mikasa harshly. it manages to make her come with pretty tears sliding down her cheeks and onto your chest.

when she’s done riding through her orgasm, she’s flopping on the bed next to jean and watching contently.

you sob at eren’s almost inhuman speed, arching your back against jean’s body. jean grunts at how you subconsciously clench around him, broken grunts and moans echoing in your ear.

“i’m close,” he pants and pistons himself in and out of you with greed.

“me too,” eren bites his lip, while you feeling yourself starting to orgasm again.

your moan is basically a wall as your hips convulse between eren and jean’s bodies.

your tightening around the both of them has them hitting their own peak, throaty grunts spilling from their lips as them pump their seed inside of you.

they pull out once they’re done riding out their highs, gently setting you down and laying you between all of them.

“you with us, love,” mikasa asks with a hand placed on your cheek while eren runs to get a warm rag.

you only blink at her words, slowly followed along with a hum. she kisses at your tear stained cheeks.

“did so well for us,” eren showers your face with smooches and you shiver at the warm rag wiping away the cum away from your body. jean hands the rag to eren when he’s done wiping off the cum off of his own body.

“such a good girl,” jean praises as he starts to massage your tense thighs.

you grunt again, eyes starting to flutter close. eren throws the now dirty rag across the room—after mikasa’s cleaned herself as well—cuddling into you after he’s pulled his hair from its bun.

“she’s gonna fall asleep, jean,” mikasa says while beckoning everyone under the covers.

jean scurries to spoon eren, kissing him on his cheek before getting himself comfortable.

and you do exactly that, bathing in the heat that all of your lovers shower you in.

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brophigenia · 3 years

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pegging! Idc who, whoever you feel like, but the world needs more pegging fic tbh

you’re my kill of the night

Orla was a visual person.

She liked loud patterns: tiger, zebra, cheetah.

She liked bright colors that stood out against her cinnamon-brown skin: pink, orange, green.

She liked shimmering cocktail rings and sleekly-feathered cockatoos.

Especially, she liked the flush of blood beneath skin.

Declan Lynch was the pride of the Emerald Isle, tall and strong and fair. Dark curls. Strong nose.

Deliciously pale skin, so susceptible to blushing.

“You’re so pretty,” she sighed, thrusting her hips forward, admiring the bright coral leather straps that wound around her, holding the dildo in place.

Declan swallowed, groaning thinly in his throat, opening his mouth like he was going to protest. She cut him off with a roll of her hips and a firm stroke of his cock where it bounced, flushed and temptingly thick, against his flexing abs.

Oh, he was so handsome.

She’d seen him across the room at sweet Dicky’s graduation party and just...

wanted.

Orla wasn’t ever much one for denying herself.

She smiled, and dragged her fingers through the puddle of pre-come pooling near Declan’s navel, pressing those same fingers into Declan’s hanging-open mouth. He was so undone, like this, swallowing her fingers down deeper and deeper, until his throat was fluttering around the tips.

“Are you going to finish anytime soon?” Helen asked, archly, from her prim perch across the room, disdainfully settled upon a lime green zebra print stool in her nice black dress and sensible-but-sexy heels.

“No,” Orla answered honestly, and flashed another, sharper grin over her shoulder at her sometimes-girlfriend, who was not so uncouth as to blush on her cheeks, but instead on her chest, hidden beneath the high neckline of her ensemble. “Do you want a turn, baby?”

Declan moaned, pressing his palms over his eyes, Orla’s saliva-soaked fingers falling from those plush lips.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Orla cooed, stroking over his nipples and his belly. “You like the sound of that, huh?”

“He used to have the worst crush on me.” Helen confided, still in that disinterested tone. It couldn’t have been better if she had been sitting there filing her fingernails. Orla loved Helen when she was playing this game, Ice Queen of the Gansey Dynasty.

(She loved Helen all the time, but especially now.)

“Really? Shocker.” Orla giggled, tossing her head so she could get the sweaty curls out of her eyes. It didn’t work, and she resigned herself to the annoyance before hearing Helen cross the carpet, muffled but measured footsteps.

“Messy.” Helen whispered, cool breath and Chanel Gabrielle, coaxing riotous curls into a high puff atop Orla’s head, kissing her swiftly beneath the same ear she’d whispered in.

She half-wished that Helen would stay, instead of going back to her seat. That she’d join Orla on the bed, curl her fingers into Declan’s mussed black curls and draw his open mouth between her slim runner’s thighs.

This was good, too, though. Wrecking this pretty boy with Helen’s eyes on her- only on her. Uninterested, ultimately, in all of Declan Lynch, with his handsomeness and his fortune and his heteronormative value.

Orla laughed, and kept on with the show.

Helen was a visual person, too, after all. It was something they had in common.

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1-50!! / the ones you want

1. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold me? Blindfolded probably?? but it’s not something I’m into but like not against, might be fun to try ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I just like seeing eyes, helps know what’s goin on and what ur feeling

2. Would you rather orgasm while performing oral or during intercourse? I think for me personally preforming oral, I’d have to be super worked up. Both are good! I just like the idea, sounds hot

3. What was your high school sex fantasy? Something about gummy bear people tying me down and experimenting on me, maybe like alien stuff. Is a gummy bear gangbang like a specific kink?

4. What’s your favorite position? I like to be fucked from behind n I like to ride my daddy. And whatever is most comfy honestly!! Esp on pain days

5. Which part of your body do you consider the most sexy? I think I have nice legs n my baby likes my ass a lot. I’m not the best w knowing my body

6. Do you like to swallow? I really have no plans to know how to answer this

7. Who do you fantasize about when you’re alone? My daddy!! 💕❤️💕🥰

9. Where is one place you would never have sex? In front of like my family is the only thing I can think of, I’m down anywhere

10. Top or bottom? Both! Topping and bottoming is easy people, switching is where it’s at. Like dom/sub is different from top bottom... please learn this

11. Best sexual complement you ever got? Same! Making my daddy cum or at least get rlly close makes me rlly happy! Bc I know it’s hard with another person for him

12. When was the first time you masturbated? Wow I was a young child I can’t even remember

13. Have/would you ever have sex outside? I have and would like to again!!

14. Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything? My daddy and yes ❤️ means the world!

15. Do you sleep in pajamas, underwear, or nothing at all? Underwear and big shirts but I really want some cute and cozy jammies

16. If you had a sexual “to-do” list, what would be on top of the list? My daddy. He’s the to do list. Today getting spanked is rlly big on my mind and also grinding !!!

17. Is a weird “sex face/orgasm face” a total deal breaker? No but I don’t have to worry about that

18. Do you have a gag reflex? Not really! Like last night I was high and deep throating my fingers Bc I wanted to feel it. Like I gag sometimes but don’t like actually throw up ever

19. Is your sex life award-winning or a total flop? Award winning!

20. Are piercings sexy? Yesum

21. Can/Have you ever squirted before? No n I would freak out if I did

22. List your kinks. Wow so many, u know them

24. What was your first kinky sexual experience? Consensual was college and a nice girl and she tied me up n spanked me and I rlly liked it! She also collared me and fed me cookies and that was really cute of her 🥰

25. Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life? If so, what are they? It can be an outlet I guess! When I want to shut off my brain

26. What do you think is important in keeping a BDSM relationship healthy? Communication and reassurance!

27. Something that never fails to make you horny: my daddy posting usually or reading his blog. When he says something dirty to me or calls me babygirl it’s just immediate 🦋🦋🦋🦋 and when he send me pics!!! Looking at shirtless pictures makes me 🦋🦋🦋

29. The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when: I mean we’ve been walked in on and had to hide under the blanket, and when petunia sat on my butt. Last hookup that was not my partner I started crying sad tears which was awkward

30. Whats the best way to sexually bind someone? (handcuffs, ropes, etc.) I like my soft pink ropes a lot, I tie my wrists with them sometimes and just vibe. Anything that can be used to comfortably tie someone up!

31. Whats the fastest way to make you horny? Calling me cute pet names and kissing my neck, telling me u want me, running ur hands on my ass/hips/over my pussy. Oh wrestling. 👁👄👁

32. Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: I don’t really want people to find my daddy collar but idc about the rest

34. How big is too big? I have worlds tiniest pussy so basically more than 2 fingers at this point

35. One sexual thing you would never do: yeah I’m not super into rimming

36. Three spots that drive me insane: my ass is rlly sensitive, my thighs, and my pussy lips. My neck is too! I don’t know my body too well

37. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans? Yes god please

38. Is it good sex even if you don’t cum? Yeah!!! Cumming is intense and sometimes I can’t do it

39. Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? Why/Why not? I watch strap porn n gay porn rarely, mostly watch porn I can relate to! Support trans pornstars and content creators!

41. Do you like giving head? Why/why not? I love it and it’s good ! I love how my baby moans and guides my head, I love how his dick twitches sometimes and the yummyness

42. Do you own any sex toys? If so, how long have you had them? I have a tentacle for a week now but I am bleeding but soon. I did tease the tip a tiny bit but not in

44. Have you had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?) this question makes me want to puke

46. Spanking: turn on or turn off? Turn on!!! So much!! I am really super very desperate for it!!! Spank me!!! I need to get a paddle or crop just to make it easier to spank myself when daddy isn’t here

47. What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate? Christmas lights 🤪

48. Biggest sexual fantasy? I have so many! But my main long term sex goal (?) is to take daddy’s whole strap. And rn for him to fuck me with his built in dick

49. Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer? Kitchen counter 🙈💕

50. Thoughts on period sex? No thanks! Grinding with many layer maybe but I’m pill now so no thanks! Blood = bad

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argylemikewheeler · 6 years

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Any chances of a Will, first day of high school, getting in the building with the party and meeting this kid who's on his second year and has a edgy badboy vibe going on (but still looking cool) and yeah, feelings are a thing? And they lowkey (or highkey, idc) flirting in front of everyone with Mike and Lucas being over protective and hating the older boy?

One hundred and thirty one. One-Three-One. The number was simple enough; Will’s locker shouldn’t have been the hardest part of his first day. Will scanned the long hallway extending from the foyer, all the gray lockers identical to the ones surrounding them. He tried to find familiar faces, but he was on his own. Will had a last name with a “B” and somehow was already in the hundreds. Dustin and Lucas were in completely different hallways and Mike was nearly on the other end of the building.

Will found one hundred and twenty-nine, the next odd number being his own locker– at least he thought so. He had no way to check with the boy leaning up against his locker. He was talking to the girl at one hundred and thirty-three, Will shrinking as they both laughed warmly and loudly.

“Excuse me, you’re on my locker.” Will tapped the boy’s shoulder lightly. Will stepped back as he turned, the boy having to look down at Will’s short frame.

“Oh, sorry, sweetness.” He said, straightening his posture. He ran a hand through his hair, the long black strands carding through his fingers. Will pretended to be looking somewhere other than his face– his dark eyes, pink lips, scattered freckles– and focused on the cigarette perched behind his ear. The boy’s hand drug through his hair and found the cigarette, readjusting it with thin fingers. It was perfectly fine where it was, but the boy’s hands seemed to enjoy being in Will’s line of sight.

“I–I’m Will.” The words hadn’t meant to slip out. What did it mean to introduce himself to this boy? The boy didn’t care. Will was a nervous freshman disturbing his conversation.

“Hi, Will. I’m Travis.” He grinned at Will, his smile lopsided but sincere. His voice was deeper than Will’s, obviously older (and intimidatingly taller) than Will. “It’s an absolute pleasure.”

Will laughed nervously, trying to echo Travis and his friend. He failed and instead sounded like he was a moment from crying– which wasn’t entirely false. He had no idea where Mike’s locker was or where Lucas was and he was still just trying to get into his locker. He was going to be late to his first class of his first day of high school. They’d probably laugh at him all the way home.

“You’re still on my locker…” Will said quietly, pointing to his destination still hidden behind Travis’s back.

“What’s the password.” He asked, still smiling at Will. The girl at one-thirty-three seemed to laugh at Travis’s question before closing her own locker and walking away. Travis stayed where he was, looking at Will with lifted eyebrows.

“I don’t know.” Will muttered, fidgeting with his backpack straps. He waited for Travis to laugh at him, to swing an arm out and push him to the ground. He was smiling at Will and typically that didn’t mean anything good unless it was coming from his friends. “Please?”

“I’m sorry. The answer is, ‘no, I’m not doing anything on Friday night’.” Travis said.

“I’m not doing anything on Friday night?” Will repeated, confused by the sentence. Travis stepped aside in a smooth motion, waving his arm out to displaying the locker.

“Great, neither am I. Might I request an outing to a football game?” He stayed next to Will, leaning against the girl’s locker and leaning towards Will.

“What?” Will asked. He was about to look upset, disgusted with the boy’s new teasing tactic, but was shocked to see lifted eyebrows and another warm smile on his lips. “Me?” Will had heard about this before. He had heard about flirting in distance and in practice, but never had it happened to him.

“Yes, you, Will.” He laughed and Will thought his blushing would turn the joke to be on him, but Travis seemed to take Will’s awkwardness in stride. He placed a hand on Will’s shoulder, quickly and delicately, saying quietly to him, “It’s okay. I’m like you too.”

“Like me?” Will swallowed, pointing a delicate finger at himself.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’m not pulling your leg, William.” He bowed his head at Will slowly. Will could feel his heart fluttering in his chest and his lungs tightening as he attempted to laugh again. “There is more than one of us in Hawkins.” He was flirting. He was definitely flirting with Will. Oh shit. He hadn’t studied for this over break.

��Hey, Will! There you are!” Mike called down the hallway, yanking Will’s attention from the boy’s knowing smile. “It’s like a ten minute walk from my locker. I almost got lost.”

“Sorry.” Will said offhandedly, not sure what to say to blend the two conversation together. He was apologizing to Mike for his placement in the alphabet and apologizing to Travis for being as a green a freshman as they came.

“Why are you apologizing?” Mike asked, walking up and placing his arm around Will’s shoulders. “Not your fault.” Will looked at Mike’s hand hanging over his shoulder, behind it Will could see Travis’s grin, now admiring Mike with its glow.

“How do we know them, Will?” He asked with a laugh. “A boyfriend?”

“No.” Will said, shaking his head– and trying not to hit Mike’s as it whipped towards Travis. “This is my best friend, Mike. Mike, this is Travis.”

“Hi.” Travis winked and outstretched a hand to Mike.

“Hi.” Mike said slowly, taking Travis’s hand. “Will, do you know him?”

“We met a minute ago.” Will answered, piling books in his locker. He still had somewhere to be. “Asked me to a football game.”

“What?” Mike asked, leaning forward to try and catch Will’s expression as he moved his things around. “Football game? You hate football.”

“You do?” Travis said, still listening. “Then, gosh Will, we’ll do something else.”

“It’s fine.” Will said, smiling at Travis. He turned back to his locker and met Mike’s eyes, clenching his jaw and trying to get him to drop the subject. Baseball with Lonnie was going to be much different than a possible half-way date with a boy. Will wasn’t even sure the boy would remember him by Friday. He was probably just blowing smoke, but it felt nice to be flattered.

“Are you sure?” Mike was almost trying to protect Will from his own intentions.

“Really, I think it will be fun! Jonathan will probably be there–”

“Wait, you’re Byers, right?” Travis cut in, suddenly surprised. “Jonathan’s kid brother.”

“He prefers to go by Will.” Mike sneered, crossing his arms.

“Mike.” Will hissed, slapping his arm. “Yeah, that’s me. Why.”

“I read about you in the papers.” He said, pointing at Will as his expression relaxed with realization. “That’s why you look so familiar.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Mike cut in, although Travis hadn’t admitted how he knew Will. It didn’t take a genius though; Zombie Boy was pretty famous across the entire city. “Oh hey, look! Lucas!” Mike waved their friend over with a frantic hand and a tense face. Travis cocked his head as he looked at him, laughing shortly through his nose as Mike pulled Lucas over by the collar of his shirt. “This is Lucas. Will’s other friend.”

“I can have more than one.” Will said, looking at Mike with furrowed eyebrows. “Besides, I just met Travis.” He hissed, widening his eyes at Mike, trying to communicate without words. Lucas looked between them with confusion.

“Who’s Travis?”

“Me.” He lifted a hand before extending it to Lucas. “I’m still filling out the application, but I’m trying to be Will’s friend.”

“He’s taking Will to a football game.” Mike said, intensifying his tone for a reason Will wasn’t even sure he understood.

“Will hates sports.” Lucas said to Mike. “You hate sports.”

“Then I’ll take you somewhere else, Will.” Travis continued to ignore the complaints of Will’s friends and spoke only to Will to discuss the issue. He was letting Will deny the rejection cleanly and without any shame or awkwardness. “I mean, I’m probably not into the same stuff as you, but we can figure something out.”

“What’s that mean?” Lucas asked, leaning back to take in Travis. He noted the boy’s ripped leather jacket and cigarette with a click of the tongue.

“Science.” Travis said, finally acknowledging them. “Will’s always in the papers for science stuff. Jonathan is always developing pictures from science fairs too. My friend, the locker next to you, uses the darkroom all the time.”

“That’s how you know me?” Will asked, turning his whole body away from Mike and Lucas. Travis actually somehow meant to run into Will– or if not was very pleased by their crossing paths. Will thought he was being disingenuous and looking to smear Zombie Boy’s new legacy across the pavement behind the football stadium, maybe chipping a tooth too.

“Yeah. How else would I?” He laughed, looking at Will curiously. “You in the papers much, William? Front pagin’ your first day of high school?”

“This kinda counts.” Will muttered, feeling the blush spread over his cheeks as Travis grinned, winking at Will.

“No one calls him William.” Lucas interrupted. “It’s Will.”

“Guys!” Will cried. “Shut up and let’s get to class.”

“Gladly. Let’s go.” Mike said, grabbing Will’s arm to begin pulling him away from Travis.

“Sorry.” Will said quietly to Travis, who was ripping a corner page of Will’s notebook off. “See you around.” He ignored Will’s goodbye and pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled on it. Will could only hold his ground against Mike’s grip for so long. He was hoping for something other than a complete shutout. “Bye-”

Travis reached out to Will, the paper in his fingertips. “Here. Call after six.” He winked again.

“Great. Thanks.” Mike took the paper before dragging Will down the hallway, twisting him around so he faced away from Travis. “Ugh that guy was so annoying.”

“He was not.” Will insisted. “He was nice to me.”

“Were we talking to the same guy?” Lucas laughed, waving his arms out. “That guy was a dick!”

“He said like, twenty words total to us.” Will said, tugging his arm out of Mike’s grip. “He was sweet.” And cute.

“Nope. Twenty words too many. I don’t trust him.”

“And why’s that?” Will asked.

“He asked you to a football game.” Lucas cried. “That’s like, a date.”

“I am accepting dates from men.” Will said flatly. “That’s not rude.”

“But he doesn’t know you!” Mike argued. “Why would he ask!”

“Because I’m nice?” Will wasn’t sure the exact criteria to get a date, but Will was the last one of the group to get one. There wasn’t something wrong with him, was there?

“NO!” Mike cried. “He’s up to something.”

“I really think you guys are being ridiculous.”

“You’ll thank us later.” Lucas said, shoving Will forward and into their history class. “Disaster avoided.”

Will huffed and shouldered the boys’ grips off of his shoulders. Will didn’t want to believe that his friends were right; it was a strong possibility, but he liked living with the thought that he had made a friend within moments of walking in the door of high school. That he had met someone who knew him from his favorite hobbies, not from an article and horrible nickname that ruined his previous year of schooling. Travis seemed to be genuine and kind, showing the kind of instant pull that Will had seen with Eleven and Mike, with Lucas and Max. It seemed fair to Will; he was allowed to have crushes too.

Will sat down in the front row, Mike taking the seat to his left and Lucas to his right. They sandwiched him, still muttering about how lucky he was that they were there to save him. Will rolled his eyes and opened his notebook, the first page torn and its missing piece still gripped in Mike’s hand. He’d have no luck getting it back unless he pried Mike’s fingers open. Will ran his fingers over the torn paper, wishing he had seen some of the numbers before Mike intervened.

“Excuse me, boys.” Will’s head shot up, his hands covering the missing corner, as if the numbers were still there. Will gulped down his sheepish smile and creeping blush. “Is that seat behind William taken?”

“N–No.” Will said, turning to wave a hand out. “It’s all yours.”

“Excellent.” Travis smiled, slipping between them and sitting in the desk behind Will. “I’ve got the perfect seat.”

On either side of Will, he could hear grumbling, groaning, and the ever so subtle sound of paper crumpling in Mike’s hand. He could feel the heat of their glares passing him and landing on Travis– although the heat might have just been from the flush crawling up his face. His friends were boiling as Travis resting his feet on the back of Will’s chair, hand touching Will’s shoulder as he asked if it bothered him. The hand retracted, dragging over Will’s shirt and past his collar as it rested back on his desk. Travis was silent as Mike and Lucas began leaning back into Will.

“What a creep!” Mike insisted. “Stop letting him flirt with you!” Will rolled his eyes at the idea and reached back to scratch his neck. Lucas agreed with Mike, Will ignored them both, trying to flatten his shirt tag.

“Honestly, Will. From what I’ve heard everyone say about high school, you can’t trust anyone the first week.” Lucas said sternly. “I mean, remember what Mr. Clarke told us happened to him?” Will didn’t, but he nodded his head to silence them.

He grabbed at his shirt tag, the usually stiff material folding in his fingers with ease. It crumpled, like paper. Will hid Travis’s note tightly in his hand, sliding it down to his lap without the other boys noticing. Mike repeated that they didn’t know him, therefore could not trust him. Will knew Mike was right, at least in some way, but after six that night, Will would know Travis a little bit more. He’d call him and they’d talk and laugh and Will would hide in his kitchen with the phone so no one heard him talking to a new boy on the phone and he’d feel normal. He’d have a crush and maybe go on a weird first date. He’d learn to flirt. He’d let high school change him; he always wanted to like football anyway.

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#will byers #will byers being gay and that's it #stranger things writing #prompts #mike and will friendship #there's another prompt where mike is actually jealous coming up so don't worr #worry*

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