I'm bored and got nothing to do, so I write stuff that I like that most of you like too, and make these story's just to get out of reality, but big plot twist the reader is male!
“what’re you running away for?” JAKE SULLY asks like his dick isn’t the size of an extra arm, divvying up your insides. fluid hips scooping up to stroke your pretty guts raw. opposite arm reaching across your tailbone to squeeze and give your little ass cheek a smack. he bites his bottom lip watching your poor sex struggle to house him; your arched spine twitches when it can’t decide whether to hold out or straighten. the tip of him kisses your cervix, and you cry out as you clutch the furs underneath you. “yeah, take it, baby. fuckin’ take it.” he murmurs, dirty talk from his time as a human resurfacing like a bad habit. your cunt sputters like it’s responding, a ring of white cream bubbling out while he’s shoving his cock in. when you stay still, his fingers and thumb pinch the fat of your ass, guiding you to rock and rut. “that’s my girl.” he’s proud.
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𝓋ℴ𝓁. six / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers
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STEVE HARRINGTON
01. in the break room of family video ( male reader )
02. fucking one of the “freaks” in an empty classroom ( fem reader )
03. taking you in his car during lunch ( fem reader )
04. he wants to get as deep as possible ( male reader )
BILLY HARGROVE
01. he thinks you moaning and crying his name while your knees are pressed to your chest is the best thing ever ( male reader )
02. passenger princess ( fem reader )
03. him fucking you soft for a change ( male reader )
04. he wonders how many orgasm he can pull from you in one night ( fem reader )
bonus. this video is just billy vibes
JONATHAN BYERS
01. everybody assumes you’re the top and jonathan bottoms. but both of you know that isn’t right. ( male reader )
02. riding him right after you wake up ( male reader )
03. letting you use him ( fem reader )
04. he’s been thinking about you nonstop ( fem reader )
my first multi-character vers!! 😛 jason, eddie, and hopper next? do we want a girls vers? also i did this in like under an hour, motivation and energy were present 🙏🏽 can y’all tell im in my stranger things era again?
"hnn—fuck," sam arches his body as you prod your tongue into the heat of his ass, pressing at the rim of his hole. it's savory and warm in the best way, and to have all six feet and five inches of sam winchester writhing below you in simple pleasure? you might come untouched from the thought.
you feel him push towards your tongue as you pull away, tutting before taking the meat of his right asscheek between your teeth and biting down.
now, you weren't expecting the moan that elicited from sam, the way he shifted under you to readjust his leaking cock against the bed.
"oh, sammy," you coo, breath fanning over the skin where you bit him, thumbs rubbing into his hips. "did you like that?"
sam whines and tries pushing his ass against your face again.
"use your words, boy," you say, kissing his soft skin.
"oh—yes, so good."
you knew that was going to be one of the more sensible responses you would get out of him, so you work yourself up his body, planting kisses as you go, til you're breathing in his shampoo and nuzzling into his neck.
sam was gorgeous like this: quietly panting, skin glistening slightly from a thin layer of sweat that perspired itself as you pressed your finger on the rim of his hole, still slick with your saliva, his hair was disheveled and his whole body twitched with need.
"such a good boy for me. all for me," you say as you push yourself in.
you loved how keen he always was for you to be on top. he liked being useful, but he loved being used.
as you push in a second finger, you sink your teeth into the juncture of his neck, almost hard enough to break skin. you don't know if it was from the second finger, or the bite, but sam yelps before moaning and coming with a small, final thrust into the bed.
"hnn—fuck," sam arches his body as you prod your tongue into the heat of his ass, pressing at the rim of his hole. it's savory and warm in the best way, and to have all six feet and five inches of sam winchester writhing below you in simple pleasure? you might come untouched from the thought.
you feel him push towards your tongue as you pull away, tutting before taking the meat of his right asscheek between your teeth and biting down.
now, you weren't expecting the moan that elicited from sam, the way he shifted under you to readjust his leaking cock against the bed.
"oh, sammy," you coo, breath fanning over the skin where you bit him, thumbs rubbing into his hips. "did you like that?"
sam whines and tries pushing his ass against your face again.
"use your words, boy," you say, kissing his soft skin.
"oh—yes, so good."
you knew that was going to be one of the more sensible responses you would get out of him, so you work yourself up his body, planting kisses as you go, til you're breathing in his shampoo and nuzzling into his neck.
sam was gorgeous like this: quietly panting, skin glistening slightly from a thin layer of sweat that perspired itself as you pressed your finger on the rim of his hole, still slick with your saliva, his hair was disheveled and his whole body twitched with need.
"such a good boy for me. all for me," you say as you push yourself in.
you loved how keen he always was for you to be on top. he liked being useful, but he loved being used.
as you push in a second finger, you sink your teeth into the juncture of his neck, almost hard enough to break skin. you don't know if it was from the second finger, or the bite, but sam yelps before moaning and coming with a small, final thrust into the bed.
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Sub!Bottom!FTM Sam Winchester x Dom!Top!Male Reader
☆ Word Count: 3,617 ☆
AFAB Language Used
blacked out every time i wrote this like jekyll and hyde 😭 /j
CW: Non-Con, Sexual Coercion, Drugging, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Creampie, Pregnancy Mention, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Puppy Play (Collar, Puppy Sam), Nipple Sucking, Riding, Corruption
“Excuse me, are you [Name]?” Sam walks up to you as you're smoking outside a bar.
“What's it to you?”
“I’m Joseph Johnson. I'm a detective.” Sam shows you his badge just long enough for you to believe him. “I’d like to ask you some questions about the recent incident.”
“Then you’d better give up and ask someone else.”
Sam looks at you in dismay. “You're the only living witness, we won't be able to get anywhere without you!”
“I’m not sharing anything without something in return.”
He perks up. “I've got about 60 buc-”
“I'm not looking for money. I want you to get on your knees and give me a blowjob.”
He looks at you in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Completely. Make your choice, Sherlock.”
There is no choice. He needs this information in order to save the town. He has to do it. “Fine…Just don't make me swallow.”
You stub out your cigarette. “You're not in a position to make demands, sweetheart. You're gonna swallow it if you want me to talk.”
Chills run down his spine. You're so assertive, it's…..sexy. He almost slaps himself. He lets out a big sigh. “Okay.”
You smile. “Hold on.” You enter the bar and come out a few minutes later with a bottle of beer. It's already been opened. That makes Sam suspicious but in your defense, he doesn't have a bottle opener on him. Against his better judgment, he chugs the bottle.
He notices the chilling grin on your face but hopes it's not because you drugged him. You lead him to a secluded alleyway. “Kneel.” You unbuckle your belt.
“Here? Are you serious?”
“Didn't you hear me, pretty boy? Kneel.”
Sam frowns and gets down on his knees. He gulps upon seeing your hard cock. He’s never seen one in real life before, after all, he's never gone far enough for that.
“Open wide.” You tug on his hair. He looks at you with contempt but opens his mouth anyways. The feeling of your cock entering his mouth is completely foreign. It's way different than sucking on a popsicle or some other iced treat. It’s warm and pulsing. And it's thick, so thick his jaw hurts. “As I thought, you look much better with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”
Sam shivers. He can't believe that turned him on. His body suddenly begins to rise in temperature, as if he's come down with a fever. You don't seem to care about his reddening face as you slowly drag him back and forth on your cock. He stops worrying about it, even as he starts to feel more aroused than he should. He just closes his eyes and discreetly ruts against his hand as you do all the work for him. He feels so wet that his slick is probably bleeding through his underwear. He desperately needs to touch himself but he's sober enough to feel embarrassed about doing so. It's so hard for him to feel pleasure through his pants that he's started whimpering. You don't know why he's doing that but you're not complaining about the new sensation you're feeling.
“Shit- I’m already gonna come-” You moan. “Your mouth is amazing, sweetheart, you're better off selling it than being a detective.”
Sam moans as you come in his mouth. His mind is so hazy and high on whatever you drugged him with that he actually feels happy to swallow your seed. He’s completely out of his mind.
You pull him away from your cock and pry open his mouth with your thumb to make sure he's swallowed everything. “Good boy.”
He looks at you almost demurely.
“It’d be a shame to stop here, don't you think?” You run your fingers through his hair. The drug seems to have kicked in completely so you know he’ll agree.
“Mhm..”
“It’d be nice if I could fuck that sweet ass of yours...”
“Not there...” He shakes his head.
“Why not? I’d make you feel real good.”
“Isn't my pussy better?” Sam smiles, unbuckling his belt.
“It definitely is.” You smirk.
Sam shakily gets up on his feet and drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. He walks over to the wall and bends over, giving you a drunken smile. You look at his pussy and feel your cock immediately come back to life. He's so wet that his slick is on the inner corner of his thighs. You can't wait to dive into that.
You stick two of your fingers inside him, not caring for how that makes him feel, and explore his insides. He's soft, warm, and oh so fucking wet. Sam moans, too drugged to consider the fact that he's in public.
“Th- there!” His voice and legs are shaking. “Yes-yes-yes–”
“Already gonna come, darling?” You find his g-spot and immediately cause him to squirt. You watch in awe, painfully hard thanks to this mesmerizing display. You pull your fingers out and slowly inch your cock inside him. “Sorry, I just couldn't wait any longer. You don't mind, right, baby?”
Sam moans, eyes half lidded. “Mm- deeper~”
“The drug’s really changed you…or maybe it's just allowed your real personality to show?” You smirk, going deeper as he requested. “I might have to keep drugging you if it means I can fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”
He shivers, leaning further against the wall as you make him experience his pussy stretching to accommodate your girth for the first time. “Bi- big~” He bites his lip, absolutely blissed out.
“You like how big I am? Or how good your cunt feels stretching to fit me?”
“Ye- yes~ so good~” He answers both of your questions. “My pussy feels so good, [Name]~”
“Yeah? I’ll make it feel even better.” Once you bottom out you start fucking him at a rough pace. The warm and slippery feeling of his cunt is making you too aroused to control yourself. You cover Sam’s mouth with your hand, knowing he won't even try to keep quiet. Your hand quickly becomes drenched with his saliva, a constant vibration thanks to Sam moaning. You can still hear his moans, albeit muffled, but at a much better level that suits your location. “You're such a good boy, you know? Taking my cock so fucking well. If we were at my place, I’d be happy to hear you moan.”
Sam’s body reacts to being called a good boy, his cunt clenching around you once again.
“I wish I could have you, a cute puppy like you should have an owner. Although, I don't know if I have the strength to actually let you go.” You pull down the collar from the back of his shirt and bite him, making a mark that’s sure to last a while. You can tell just by hearing him and feeling the way his cunt reacts that he liked that. “How about you touch yourself for me, pup? I want you to feel extra good.”
Sam brings his hand down to his t-dick, gently stroking himself and accelerating the amount of time it’ll take him to have an orgasm.
“Look at you, following orders so well.”
He whimpers in response.
“You’d be better off belonging to me than some agency, don't you think?” You move your hand away from his mouth.
“Ye- yes- wanna be yours!” He moans, squirting again on your cock. In his current state of mind, he feels overjoyed at the idea of abandoning his dangerous “career” for a life full of pleasure and submission. He won't have to think or put his life on the line anymore. Right now, he doesn't have the ability to think rationally and being your dog is all he wants. “Tak- take me! I wanna be your puppy~!”
You bury your head in his shoulder, slowing down. “I’ll hold you to that. Gonna make sure you can't change your mind and leave me.” You come inside of him despite knowing he wouldn't want this if he was sober. At this point you don't care what he thinks, you just want him. Maybe the whiskey you had earlier is finally getting to you...
Sam wakes up on his motel bed, feeling something inside his underwear, a painful feeling in his neck, and a sharp headache. He closes his eyes and tries to recall what happened last night. He soon starts to remember everything, even after the drug kicked in. He should be angry but he isn't. He's horny. He sits up on the bed and looks around.
“Dean?” He calls out. No response. He leans back and brings his hand into his pants, sliding his index and middle finger down his slick cunt. He feels your cum and pushes it back inside him, fingering himself with your cum. He doesn't want to get pregnant but he can't help himself. Just doing this makes him so horny…He feels like a perv.
Sam leans back and moans, feeling extra sensitive. He remembers how you made him squirt for the first time and how it’d probably feel even more amazing if he could do it sober. He starts to think about all the compliments you gave him and how you wanted to make him yours. He knows he should be focusing on hunting, especially because of his powers, but he can't help but yearn for a safe life with you. He doesn't even really know you. He did a background check on you but he didn't look at anything that would’ve given him any information about your personality. He can't believe that a one night with you is making him feel like this. Making him want to relinquish his autonomy to a stranger.
He murmurs your name, absolutely enamored with you. Are you even human? You have to have some special power to make him so infatuated with you. Right?
Before he can reach his climax, the sound of the doorknob twisting stops him. Sam quickly takes out his hand and rubs it on his clothes. Dean opens up the door and immediately looks at Sam.
“Where the hell were you last night? And why are you in the same clothes?”
“I- I uh…got drunk.” He looks at him sheepishly.
“Why?!”
“[Name] didn't want to talk unless I won a drinking game…I won.”
Dean looks surprised. “That guy must be even more of a lightweight than you are.”
Sam laughs awkwardly.
“So what's the story?”
“I don't know–” Sam stops thanks to Dean’s expression. “Yet! I’ll call him today.”
“You got his number?”
Sam vaguely remembers you putting something in his pocket. He digs into his right pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He opens it up. I’ll talk. I left you hangover medicine, the morning after pill, and a pregnancy test. Let me know the results when the time comes. [Your Number]. “Yeah. I got it.” He turns to the bedside table and sees a bag with the logo from the local pharmacy. His heart flutters from your consideration. Which is ironic, considering what you did to him.
“Good. Take a shower and eat something, then call him.” Dean grabs the remote, gets onto his bed, and turns on the tv.
At around 11, Sam called you and now you're sitting outside a café with “Joseph” and his partner, “Francis”.
“There's two of you.” You raise your eyebrow. “Looks like you're not Sherlock, but one of the hardy boys.” You chuckle.
Sam laughs awkwardly. “This is my partner–”
“Wait, let me guess, Frank?”
“Francis. My friends call me Frank.” He smiles, impressed that you got the reference.
“Joseph and Franics. Interesting coincidence.” You’re tempted to inquire further but you decide not to. You're not too excited to recount the story but you’d rather just get it over with.
“And that was it.” You lean back into the chair. You noticed Sam was staring at you the entire time but you ignored it, you don't want to bring anything up with Dean around.
“Thanks for telling us. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” Dean stands up and shakes your hand. “Alright, let's go.” He turns to Sam.
“I- I actually have something to do, go without me.”
“What? What the hell could be so important?”
Sam looks away and doesn't answer.
Dean sighs heavily. “Fine. But don't let me find out you're trying to meet some girl or something.” He shakes his head and walks over to his car.
“So, what’s more important than your investigation?” You tilt your head in interest.
“I remember what happened last night.”
“I sure hope so, that's the whole reason I’m here.”
“No, I remember that you drugged me.”
You’re a little surprised, that wasn't supposed to happen. You know he won't turn you in though. You’re sure of it. “Are ya gonna turn me in, Mr. Hardy?” You smile teasingly.
“Not if you do something for me in return. It's only fair, right?”
You give him an amused look. “Of course, puppy, it's only fair.”
Sam blushes at the name.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Drive me to your place and you'll find out.”
“Alright, we'll have to make a quick stop though.” You grin and lead him to your car.
Sam enters your home, anxious for two reasons. One, because you went to a sex shop and told him what you bought is a secret. And two, because he's about to request something that nobody in their right mind would do after being taken advantage of in such a way.
He sits on your bed and watches you as you place the bag on your desk and reveal what you bought. A collar that closely resembles one for a dog, but clearly made to be worn by a human. Sam’s entire body heats up.
“Just a little something to remember me by.” You hand him the collar
He frowns slightly, he doesn't want to leave you. He doesn't know why he's so obsessed with you but he brushes away the thought and puts the collar on. He looks adorable. “Now you have to do my request.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. “I want you to eat me out.” He's been fantasizing about this in the shower. He can't leave this town without experiencing this at least once.
You lick your lips. “That's it? If that's what you want, I’ll be glad to do it.” You pull his pants and underwear off for him and kneel in between his legs. You slowly drag your tongue up his pussy, tasting him for the first time. You let out a soft noise of pleasure before wrapping your lips around his t-dick and slowly easing two your fingers into his cunt. Sam throws his head back and moans unabashedly as you suck him off, his body heating up. This is so much better than just fingering himself. Your mouth feels so good.
“Like that- yes~” Sam rolls his eyes back. It won't take long for him to come. “[Name]~!” He gasps when your fingers reach his g-spot. “Oh my God–” He falls back onto the bed, quickly climbing towards his orgasm. You add a third finger and continue to finger his wetness while sucking his cock more passionately. Sam can't even manage to get any words out, he feels too fucking good to even think about anything. He instinctively wraps his legs around your head and squirts, drenching you. He takes a few moments before letting go of you.
You pull away and lick your lips. “Now, how about a round two?”
Sam nods, removing his clothes. “I wanna ride you.”
“I’d love that.”
Sam hovers above your hard length, his left hand holding it in his place and his right on your shoulder. He lowers himself onto your cock, gasping when he feels you stretching him open. Despite his memory being mostly clear from that night, the pleasure he remembered wasn't enough to prepare him for this. “Fuck–!” He moans, continuing to lower himself down. Tears run down his cheeks thanks to the painful pleasure he's experiencing. “You're- so, so big-” He's breathless.
“You're adorable, puppy.” You hold his cheek in your hand. “I know you can handle it though, keep going.”
Sam moves further down until you're completely inside him. He looks at you, tears still streaming down.
“Good boy.” You kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before closing his eyes and reciprocating the kiss. You briefly pull away to open your mouth and Sam is quick to catch on. You return to kissing him but now with your tongue. Sam considers himself a master at kissing, since it's the most he’s ever done. At least when it comes to receiving.
Sam finds himself grinding down on your cock, finding pleasure in the way you feel inside him.
You pull away from him and move down to his neck to bite and kiss it. You now move even further and wrap your lips around his nipple, happily sucking on it while your hand goes to massage his other breast. Sam whimpers and squeezes your cock happily. He could get used to this. Just being a dumb, slutty puppy for you to use sounds great to him. Sorry Dean and the greater good, Sam is giving up on being a hunter and choosing to become a simple toy.
You reluctantly leave his breasts and look at Sam with a smile. “Why don't you try riding me now?”
“Okay..” Sam places both his hands on your shoulders and slowly rises. He whimpers at the feeling. He never had the confidence to try using a dildo so he had no idea how intense this would feel. He quickly lowers himself, missing the feeling of your entire cock inside him. Even losing a few inches is upsetting for him.
“You don't want to do it anymore? Is it too hard for you, puppy?”
He looks away from you. “I want all of you inside me…”
“Aw, you can't even stand a few seconds? I promise you won't even feel it as long as you keep up a fast pace. It’ll feel much better than just having me inside you…although I do enjoy having you keep my cock warm.”
Sam tries riding you properly but he's still feeling weak and can't do it fast enough. He stops and looks at you.
“Let me help you.” You grab his waist and lift him up and down at a fast pace. Sam rolls his head back and moans in pleasure. “See? It feels good.”
“So- so good!” He cries. He feels so good that he barely even feels the painful slapping of his breasts against his chest. He can't even focus his sight, pain is nearly obsolete to him. He brings his hand down to his dick, stroking it as best he can. You can tell he's about to come.
“Come on, puppy, come for me.” You smirk. It doesn't take much longer after that for Sam to come. He squirts, making a mess on your body. “Good boy. Now it's my turn.”
Sam gasps as his body is suddenly pushed onto the bed, your hands squeezing his wrists tightly. “Just a little more, I know you can take it.” You roughly thrust into his cunt, indulging in the lovely wet warmth of his pussy. Sam doesn't mind, on the contrary, he’s happy to be used just to get you off. “You're so obedient, sweetheart, so perfect.” You start to act more like a dog than Sam, your horniness compelling you to rut into him like a wild beast. He can barely handle it thanks to the previous activities but he's fighting to stay awake. Seeing you in this state is much too arousing to miss.
“Tha- thank you~” He smiles stupidly.
Just hearing him say that with an expression like that makes you come. You briefly grip his wrists harder then loosen it as you come down from your high. “I don't want to let you go..”
“Me neither…I like being your puppy.” His eyelids start to feel heavy. “Wanna keep getting used…” He falls asleep. You kiss his forehead and pull out. You've never given an unconscious person a bath but it shouldn't be too hard.
Dean pounds angrily on your front door, a gun in his pocket ready to shoot you if necessary. Thanks to an eyewitness report from the café employee, he found out where Sam went. He doesn't know what's going on but he's furious. He hasn't answered his calls and he hasn't seen him since yesterday.
You open the door. “Ah! Francis. Here to pick up your partner?” You pause.
“What the fuck did you do to my brother?”
“Nothing he didn't like.” You reply plainly. “He's perfectly fine and drinking some tea. I’ll show you.”
Dean looks at Sam in shock. He's just wearing a big shirt and probably underwear. “Sam! What's going on?”
“I’m sorry, but I want to stay here. I love [Name] and I don't want to leave him.”
“WHAT?!” He's completely taken aback.
“You heard him. You’ll have to head back on your own. I’ll get his stuff for him.”
Dean doesn't trust you at all. He's going to be doing a lot of research on whatever monster you might be. He's convinced you're not human. “I’m staying longer. You probably did something to him…I don't trust you.”
“That's fine.” You smile. You have something else to worry about. “So…who's Sam?”
Sam and Dean both look at each other. Looks like they're going to have to reveal the truth, at least partially...
⚠️Warnings- Slutty Homelander, breeding kink, slut shaming, degrading, dirty talk, rough play, homelander is wearing his hero costume, and etc ⚠️
Everything felt so wrong to Homelander. His thoughts were clouded but still thinking about his own image and pride.
He swears that he’ll never do this again, he swore that he would never ever even do something like this again. That was what he told himself last time, then the time after that.
Though hate filled his mind, moans and sharp gasps were leaving his lips.
Homelander’s arms was held behind his back as well as his cape getting tugged from behind as well. Homelander could feel your cock going deeper and deeper inside him with ease.
The supe lost track of time, his mind dazed from getting fucked for hours. Cum dripping down from Homelander’s cock, into the already mess he made in between his legs, the free space between his red boots his own made lied.
Homelander tried to speak out pleas to stop and begging to do anything but this but you didn’t listen.
The blond’s mouth hung open panting and gasping with the occasionally groan when your cock hits a certain spot. Some of the cum spilling out of his overfilling hole creating a even more mess in between his legs.
He could feel his hole getting even more and more full, he already had the cum still inside him from the previous rounds, but you showed no sign at stopping anytime soon.
You held Homelander by his wrist keeping his hands together and at his back. You pushed him forward and back fucking him onto your cock. Homelander’s eyes would flare red with his laser each time your cock abuses the very sensitive prostate.
Homelander felt pathetic, powerless, and angry since he couldn’t do anything but just to moan and take your cock like a little slut. Homelander could hear your deep breathing from behind him and it honestly just made his back arch from lust and neediness.
As your hand slapped his ass leaving a red print, he moans even more as he gasped his body jerking toward away from you. You only let out a mocking laugh as you tugged his cape so his body goes back down on your cock.
Which each thrust Homelander’s hole leaked out the cum.
“St—stop!~ Mphnm!~” Homelander moaned out with a gasp, he truly couldn’t take it anyone. Homelander let out a sensitive moan since you began to thrust more harshly.
“Such a good slut for me. Right such a good slut.” You taunted, dropping the hold of his cape before reaching out to him grabbing his jaw forcing his head towards him. John was forced to look at you, his eyes were shaking with pleasure. You moved your hand to his mouth forcing it open, so you can hear his noises even more.
“I’m so c-close alright? And you better take it, take every damn drop.” You whispered into his ear. Homelander let out an noise in defiance.
Homelander thrashed around struggling in your hold, but you kept thrusting holding his head in place.
“Isn’t this what you always wanted? I’m going to breed you with my kids. Huh you hear me?”
“You’re gonna be all full with my kids, John.” You whispering pressing your mouth to his ear.
Homelander only lets out a moan in return. He wanted to fight and scream at you, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he was feeling. You were pushing him to his limit.
Homelander notices how your thrust are getting stronger and more sloppy are you chased your orgasm.
Then he felt it.
Homelander eyes turned to his laser red eyes as he felt you release even more of your seed into him.
Homelander’s hands twitched in your hold as his knees buckled inwards, as even more cum spills out of his hole. Homelander couldn't even notice the smirk you had on your face.
“Such a good supe, you’re the greatest hero in the world. The greatest supe at taking a fucking dick in your ass. And you love it.” You degrade whispering into his ear.
“I’m going to empty my damn balls inside of you, you damn slut. Your gonna be filled with cum to the point it’s the only thing you think about.”
dean winchester consumes my mind LAWDDD I beg for anything with that man, surviving off of scraps looking for more top male reader x dean 🤕
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No Longer a Mentor
Sub!Bottom Dean Winchester x Top!Male Reader
☆ Word Count: 1,512 ☆
After spending his young adult years with you, his mentor, more than his father, Dean found himself falling for you. He eventually made a move and forever changed the dynamic of your relationship
🕯️: well luckily for u, i just finished this draft :3
CW: Age Gap, First Time Bottoming, Blowjob, Fingering, Frottage (Sort Of), Creampie
Dean’s known you for a couple years, you're a friend of his dad’s and a fellow hunter. You became his mentor in place of his father, who often hunted on his own and left Dean in your care. You liked to stay in your state since the area was basically a supernatural magnet while his father preferred to travel the country so he chose you to finally allow Dean to stay in one place for more than a week. If you were anybody else, Dean would've been annoyed that his dad didn't take him along despite his age and experience. Instead of going to college, Dean spent those years learning to hunt with his father and mostly you. Thanks to all the time you spend with each other, his allegiance to you is almost stronger than his allegiance to his father. He hangs on your every word and treats you like a god. It's thanks to you that he finally accepted his bisexuality. But he doesn't want to tell you that.
He first started feeling differently towards you when you started to become more physical with him. You often hold onto his shoulder with your strong hand or pull him out of the way by his waist and it drives him crazy. He so desperately wants to feel your hands on other parts of his body and vice versa. Your voice makes him weak in the knees and you sound especially attractive when you've found your prey. You're much older than him but he can't get rid of his feelings for you. He tries his best to be content with just having a crush.
After you two had dinner, you decided to drink with him. The two of you laughed and talked over a few cans of beer and deepened your relationship further.
“You ever been in a relationship, [Name]?” Dean asks, slightly tipsy.
“A few. I mostly slept around in my college years and experimented a bit with other hunters but in the end I decided to marry my job instead.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to marry someone I could tell everything to so I tried dating within my circle but none of the hunters seemed to click with me in the ways that really matter.”
“That makes sense…then you probably haven't…” He trails off.
“I probably haven't what?”
“Had sex…lately……”
You laugh. “No, I haven't. Honestly, I think getting laid would really help me. It's been a rough couple weeks.”
“I…” Dean gulps. “I could help with that….if you don't mind…….being with a guy..”
You look at him in surprise. “You're drunk.”
“I’ve only had two cans and a half…You know I don't get drunk that fast.”
You look at him differently, no longer with the eyes of a mentor. “You’ll bottom?”
Dean nods.
You smile in amusement. “I might be a little rough, can you handle that?”
He nods again, more enthusiastically this time.
“Come here.” You motion for him to come over to your side of the table. He stands in front of you. “Kneel.” You order. Dean immediately kneels, his cock steadily growing in size. You unbuckle your belt and pull down your underwear. Dean stares at your cock in awe, body heating up as he watches you jerk it to its true size.
“Fuck. You’re big.” He breathes out.
“Too big?”
“I can handle it.” He says, licking his lips.
“Attaboy.” You run your hands through his hair. Dean blushes. “Ever done this before?”
“Never..” His eyes are trained on your length.
“Is this your first time with a man?”
“Yeah…”
Your gaze changes. Dean shivers in arousal. “How long have you wanted this?”
“A long time…I’ve been…fingering myself, in case we….” He looks away.
You grin, turned on by the thought of that. “You'll have to show me that some day.”
Dean’s face gets redder.
“Now, let me see how you suck cock.”
He's so hard right now. He opens his mouth and slowly swallows your length. He makes a dragged out moan in pleasure as he feels your thickness enter him. Pre cum leaks out of his cock as he imagines how it’ll feel in his ass. He bobs his head up and down enthusiastically, mimicking his past girlfriends by simultaneously swirling his tongue around your shaft.
“Fuck–” You moan. “That's it– good boy.”
Words can't express how happy Dean gets when you praise him.
“You're better at this than I expected, baby.” You smile at his cuteness. He can't hide how pleased he is. “You like sucking dick, don't you? I never thought you’d be a cock slut, Dean.”
He moans. He’ll happily be your cock slut. He pulls away and licks your length in a very sexy way, gaining more confidence thanks to his elevated horniess. “I love your cock, sir.”
“Of course, you’re my cock slut.” You press your hand against his cheek. “Stand up and take your clothes off, I wanna use your other hole.”
Dean’s cock throbs even more. He stands up and quickly removes his clothes, shivering under your hungry and lustful gaze. You pat your lap and he quickly sits on top of you, your shafts pressed against each other.
You grope his ass. “I don’t have any lube..” You trail off, mesmerized by his soft butt.
“I already fingered myself earlier.” He smiles.
“Good boy.” You praise him. “Then spit’ll be enough. Say ‘ah’.” You bring two fingers into Dean’s mouth. He sucks on your fingers in the sluttiest way he can before you take them out and gently push one of your saliva covered fingers inside his soft hole. You give him a moment before adding the second, then you start to finger him.
Dean lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. “[Name]~” He arches his back and subconsciously thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against yours. “Your- yours feel so- fuck~” He groans. “So much better!”
You moan as well thanks to the sudden friction. You bring him into a sloppy kiss, the temperature between the two of you steadily rising. Dean pulls away first, more desperate for air, and presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Don't stop– mm- gonna come~” He whimpers. Your fingers find his prostate, an immediate gasp of pleasure leaving Dean’s lips. He throws his head back. “There! Yes!” He moans, grinding against your cock even faster. The combination of his moans, his expression, and his cock against yours all contribute to bringing you to closer your orgasm.
Dean comes first, cum splattering over the two of you. Yours comes second thanks to the amazing look on Dean’s face.
“You're so fucking sexy, Dean, you know that?” You take your fingers out and knead his ass.
“I know.” He gives you a kiss. “I want you inside me.”
You lift Dean up and slowly lower him down on your cock. You both let out noises of pleasure as you penetrate him. He bites down on his lip, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his ass stretching to accommodate your girth. Once you bottom out, you give him time to get used to it. “Your cunt feels fucking amazing.” You groan. It's hard to hold yourself back but thankfully for you, Dean has no intention of waiting any longer. He places his hands on your shoulders and starts riding you. He quickly loses his momentum as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. You help him out by grabbing his waist and doing the work for him, allowing Dean to fully enjoy himself.
He knew anal sex would feel good, especially because it's anal sex with you, but he never really had an idea of how good it’d feel until now. Now he's completely blissed out and only able to moan like a slut. It's especially thanks to your quick and rough speed that he's unable to think properly. You couldn't get yourself to go slower even if you tried. His ass just feels way too good.
“Your ass is perfect, Dean–” You groan. “So fucking good-” You hold him and stand up then gently place him on the table after clearing it of the empty cans. You rut into him like a monster, so horny that you feel like you could fuck him all night. You can never get enough of him.
Dean arches his back and shakes as ropes of cum spurt out of his dick. You know you should stop, or at least slow down, but you can't. “‘M sorry baby, fuck–” You moan, hanging your head low as you find your orgasm approaching. “‘M gonna come inside, okay? Gonna fill up your tight fucking cunt with my seed–”
Dean’s conscious enough to understand you. “Ye- yes!” He grins. He's been wanting to know what it feels like to get creampied. “Co- come inside!”
Encouraged by his words, you spill your cum into his warm and welcoming hole. Your thrusts come to a stop and the two of you start to catch your breaths.
“That…was so fucking good.” Dean says, leaning back.
hey! could you write an m!reader dean fic? literally anything is fine
Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!reader
Summary: Dean being waaay to loud as you fuck him.
NSFW. Minors DNI.
I hope you like it! This takes place in the bunker, but if you’re not up to that season yet it could also take place in a hotel with you and Dean in separate rooms.
Your lips crashed into his. The taste of him still lingering on your tongue from previous activities. Dean’s hands reached out to grab your shoulders. Squeezing harshly when you hit his prostate. When you pulled away he chased after you; a string of spit connecting your lips.
He clenched around your cock, causing a moan to fall from your lips. You pulled out—the tip catching on his rim before shoving yourself back in. A punched out moan filling the room. Sam was up. For sure. Last time you and Dean saw him he was studying lore. You’re sure he’s still doing it. Hopefully not listening to you and Dean at the moment (more so Dean but Dean is Dean and he would yell at you for bringing it up).
Speaking of Dean he pulled you down on top of him. Arms wrapping around you as he whimpered into your ear. One of his hands finding its way to your hair and grabbing. You let out a grunt at the small amount of pain.
“More—“ He cut himself off with a long moan. Shutting his eyes then clenching his jaw to try and suppress any further noises that might come. “Hm?” You hummed against him. Moving a few inches back so that you could plant a few kisses from his shoulder, to his neck, then to his jaw. Dean moved his hips ‘n squirmed to try and get you deeper into him. You took notice of his actions and decided to help him out.
You grabbed his legs and hauled them over your shoulders. Then picked up your rhythm again and plunged your cock deeper into his hole. Watching as his face scrunched and cock twitch. His moans got louder and he seemed to tighten around you more often. “Please!” He let out. Hand tightening on the bed sheets. “What do you need, baby?” You spoke, tone low and gentle. Dean swallowed; his Adam’s apple bobbing from the action. You stopped your hips—hearing a weak groan as you did. His hand went down to his cock, starting to stroke himself slowly. But the thing was he didn’t want to do it himself. He wanted you to do it.
“Touch me..”
“Can’t do it yourself?”
“Just-“
“Alright, alright.”
Your hand reached down. Stopping to wait for him while he moved his hand. Once your hand wrapped around his cock he let out a breath. You pressed a kiss to his lips when you started moving again. A whimper sneaking its way past. It was quiet and you barley heard it.
Once you found the right pace Dean got louder, and louder until you both heard banging on the door. It was Sam.
“Can you guys shut up?” He yelled, loud enough for you both to hear. The both of you like a deer in headlights. Safe to say Dean was much quieter after. With the help of you of course.
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hii i’d love to read a fic about sam being a top at the start of ur sex life but slowly breaking down into a sub who cries during sex, loves vibrating strokers, being slapped, calls his lover “sir”, loves his hands being tied behind his back and his hair pulled, he likes to wear mascara that runs as he’s being fucked, he loves a mix of harsh degradation and praise
THEME: big boy sammy turning to a pathetic, subby lil thing for you.
CHARACTER: dom!male reader x sub!sam winchester
NOTE: imagine going from a guy who is very clearly a top to the guy who's taking it up the ass just because he's a crybaby who likes to be degraded.
WARNING: DACRYPHILIA,, toy use,, roughhousing,, light slapping,, bit of pet name use (sir),, bondage,, slight hair pulling,, wearing makeup for the sole purpose of ruining it,, DEGRADATION,, praise,, feminization
at the start of your relationship, you had just let sam take control of the sex life. he's a big fella and you haven't given the time to think about sam being the bottom for you.
that is until you had started noticing how much he sought your praise when he was fucking you, giving you those cute puppy dog eyes to enunciate his point. the more your relationship progressed, the more submissive he became. so one day, you decided to try and switch it up; make sam the bottom.
good lord.
after that one time, there was no return. the two of you started experimenting more with certain kinks. even the use of toys, which you had learned that sam adores. all of that brings us to this night.
sammy sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, face scrunched up as his hands clenched into fists behind his back; his wrists were tied. he was gushing over the way you were just.. kneeling there, your hand on the vibrating stroker that was currently on his cock, moving it up and down, changing the pace up from time to time. sam did his best to not squirm or jitter. to just sit there and take what you give him like the good boy that he is.
“how's that feel, sam? you gettin' close?” your voice, barely above a whisper, asked, eyes trained onto his expression. sam's thighs tensed and he almost closed his legs, but he stopped himself just in time. he let out a few soft pants, his eyes screwed shut. “sss— yes, mhmm.. m'close..” he got out, his voice strained as his body tensed.
“you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” you turned the toy from side to side as you continued the up and down motion, egging sam on. “ah- ah-huh, mm, yes sir, yes, jus— jus' a- a little more.” he breathed, hips stuttering as he jerked forward slightly, finally reaching his peak. he dirtied the toy of course, but that didn't matter to you much.
it didn't take long for the guy to end up on the bed, his shoulders and face pressed to the mattress, ass up, his hands still tied behind his back. you pushed your cock against his rim, earning a soft whine from him. “such a slut. you wearin' mascara? for real?” you inquired gently, looking at his side profile as he had his head turned to the side. sam's eyes fluttered shut, lips parted, mind blank. “sam, baby, answer.” you coaxed him, your voice so sweet, fingers carding through his hair. sam let out a tiny, breathless moan at the feeling of your hand at his scalp before answering. “y- it's- you like it, right?” he rasped out, keeping his eyes closed. you only asked that because you saw some of the mascara smudged under his eyes. placing your other hand on the small of sam's back, you pushed your cock in half way, pulled out to the tip and slammed into him with a harsh thrust, bottoming out. the latter whimpered at the roughness, taking in a sharp breath through his mouth, eyebrows stitched together. “g-gah, fuck,” he gasped, his body still sensitive since he came from that vibrating stroker..
your pace was rough. relentless, even though you just started. sam was already writhing, his hands subconsciously tugging on the restraints on his wrists. he clenched around you, his mouth open as the endless moans and whines fell from his pretty lips. “want me to make you cry? fuck you so good that your mascara runs? hm?” you asked rhetorically, giving a particularly hard thrust, in return, sam's back arched and his stomach tensed. “nn- ah, mhm, yes, fuck yes, please-” he whined desperately, pushing his hips back to meet your thrusts.
after a bit, the room was moderately quiet. well, if we're not counting the sounds of skin slapping against skin and sam absolutely sobbing out moans and mewls, hot tears running down his cheeks, his pretty face stained with runny mascara. yeah, this was a good sight. “you're such a whore,” you breathed, trying to keep your voice level despite the panting. “i might start thinking that- this.. ugh, this is the only thing you're good for.” you finished, your hands on his ass, fingers pressed into the flesh. sam let out a soft sob as he processed your words, rubbing his face slightly against the mattress to rid himself of the tears on his face. “i'm using you, and you just don't care?” you mumbled, your face twitching slightly as you kept up the steady pace. “pathetic. you're a sobbing- stuttering mess..”
sam's wrists were red from the continuous straining. he moaned your name, his voice shaky and barely audible. “gghh— aha— oh, fff-fuck,, ah..” his voice was higher pitched and broken in some places. you have hit his g-spot so many times - that's why he's sobbing. it was a mix between pleasure and pain, but his brain was too foggy to distinguish which one was the more prominent feeling. it overwhelmed him and he.. just started crying. but that didn't make you stop, no, why would it? you had pulled out momentarily, only to turn sam over on his back, pushing his legs open and pushing your cock all the way in again, your pace gaining a rhythm that was a bit slower than before.
due to sam's hands being restrained, they stayed under him, basically, he was laying on top of them. it was an uncomfortable feeling but he didn't focus on it too much. sam's face was scrunched up and he was biting his bottom lip to contain the sounds. your hand moved to his chin, which got him to open his eyes even if it was just slightly. he stopped biting his lip, too. you pushed your thumb into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue. he moaned around your finger, his hips stuttering. sam's eyes were so glossy, his undereyes smudged with the makeup. “does the sluttiness run in the family?” you mumbled almost bitterly. “dean's sleeping around with every woman that catches his eye, and you- fuck.. you take cock like you were made for it.” you commented, pushing your thumb to the back of sam's tongue, making him gag slightly and tear up even more. “whorehouse.” another grumble left your lips, eyes staying fixated on sam's mouth.
your free hand ran over sam's pecs and he squirmed a bit as your palms pressed against his nipples. his sounds were getting muffled by the finger in his mouth, but you were just adding a new sensation on top of the others. so overwhelming.. so overstimulating. “god, don't you need a bra for- ngh.. these?” you mocked, narrowing your eyes slightly as you finally looked at his chest. sam managed a mewl as a response to your words. “pecs, they say, yeah.. right.. you got tits.” you said, sending a weird shiver down sam's spine. he coughed a couple times which in return made you take your thumb out of his mouth. his lips were slick with saliva, drool on the corners of his mouth and down his chin. “bastard.” you said through gritted teeth, both hands moving down to grip his trembling thighs.
it went on for a good thirty minutes. you edged sam in the process, not letting him cum. he was so jittery, his body trembling non stop. eventually, just as an experiment, you got the guy on the floor on his knees, his aching arms behind his back, still. he could barely hold himself up but you wanted to fuck his mouth, so he'd have to bear with it. the mascara on his eyelashes was hardly even visible anymore, all it left was a couple black stained streaks down his face. sam was breathing heavily as you pressed the tip of your cock to the side of his face. “c'mon, be a good boy and open your mouth for me..” you uttered urgently, your hand on the bottom of sam's chin, holding quite gently.
sam was fucked so good he was out of it. his red, puffy eyes stared off into nothing and it made you have second thoughts. you used your free hand to very lightly slap sam's cheek to get him to snap out of it. you were about to voice your concerns and finish up with this, but the moment sam looked up at you, all your doubts disappeared. he was looking at you with those puppy dog eyes, so expectantly. he was so wrecked and so pretty, visibly shaking. you didn't even have to repeat yourself and sam opened his mouth, turning his head to the side slightly, his soft lips wrapping around your length so perfectly. “haah, good.. that's good..” you murmured, one hand staying on his jaw, the other moving to the side of his face. “what was that..” you asked softly as sam took you all the way, his lips pressing to your base. “slapping? that's what you're into?” you mused breathlessly as the latter hollowed out his cheeks and started moving his head forwards and backwards, his eyes fluttering shut.
“fuckin' freak,” you degraded, pushing your hips to his mouth a bit quicker, sam's eyebrows furrowing again. he pulled off of your length, only to move his head, stick out his tongue and trace a vein on your cock with it. that action earned a groan from you. “how many dicks have you sucked, hm..? you a prostitute or somethin'? keep your mouth on it,” you had slapped him again, this time more harshly than before. sam breathed out a shaky sigh, muttering what you believed to be a small apology under his breath, putting his mouth over your tip. you just pushed your cock all the way in, down sam's throat, making him gag around it, his teeth accidentally grazing your length. tears welled up in his eyes unfailingly, his jaw going slack. you started facefucking him, being rough. not that sam minded, after all. you were overstimulated from the previous activities, so it didn't take a while for you to cum down sam's throat, your hands tangled in his damp hair. he swallowed around your cock, his thighs pressed together, shoulders tense. “such a good boy..” you said, pulling your length out of his mouth, your thumb wiping away the drool on his chin. “you did so good.” you rasped out, pushing his hair back and out of his face.
this wasn't the first time you were rough with sam. certainly wasn't the last one.
Pairing: Dick Grayson aka Nightwing (YJ ver.) x Demon!Male!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3447
POV: Second
Summary: If a demon is not majority of their time in hell, they get a rut once a year. You try to keep your human boyfriend out of your ‘weird’ demon things, but Dick has never wanted to be involved more.
Note: Writing so many Young Justice fics and I don’t even remember the plot anymore. Should rewatch that some time. Sequel here.
Tags: smut, ruts, heavy dacryphilia, we are entering monsterfucker territory, established relationship, super long tongue, anallingus, deep penetration, bit of magic, overstimulation, degradation, slight dumbification (?), maybe a bit humiliation???, breeding, throatfucking, pleasure dom reader, begging, anal fingering, anal fucking, and still sweet I promise, reader is so in looooove
OK! Nightwing ftm getting banged by male reader who’s a low level henchmen working for Joker/Harley? The henchmen in Arkham Knight low key hot ngl-
Reader’s hands are handcuffed and Nightwing is riding his dick inside his pussy.
Both are clothed (Nightwing just has his costume ripped around the pussy & asshole part and reader has the joker face makeup thing the other henchmen has in Arkham Knight, boots, jacket, and jeans on, just that his dick is out through the zipper hole) (Also fingerless gloves but whatever I’m thinking too much on the clothes-)
When reader says that he’s gonna cum, Nightwing stops riding and asks where Joker is, with the dick still inside him. Reader doesn’t wanna reveal but the cockwarming is too good that he starts thrusting his upwards without thinking. Nightwing’s caught of guard and leans forward, both faces close to each other. Eventually he starts riding for a bit, but reader, with gritted teeth, just cums a gallon inside Nightwing’s pussy.
Without thinking, they proceed to make out for a bit. They both comes to their senses and just stare at each other awkwardly (dick still in) and reader just straight up tells him where Joker is heading. Nightwing smiles & thanks him, slowly gets up (with some cum pouring out), uncuffs him and leaves Batman style, with reader lying on the ground processing what just happened before tughing his dick in and leaving the alleyway
FTM DICK ‘NIGHTWING’ GRAYSON X MALE READER
⚠️No pronouns for the reader, could be read as GN, riding, Dick has a pussy btw, cum leaking, creampie, handcuffs, public sex, alleyway Sex, sub top Duck and etc. ⚠️
“Now, that I finally caught you. You’re gonna tell me where’s the joker heading.”
You let out a sharp gasped and held back a groan as your hands were behind your back handcuffed to the pole of the alleyway. You honestly didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. Just maybe forty minutes you were on the run with other henchmen, and now your cuffed to a pole in the alleyway and out of all people in the Gotham to catch you it was Nightwing.
He was straddling over your cock holding the middle of it carefully as he lower his pussy down on you.
You could see the abs and his muscles through his suit especially what you really had your eyes focused on was his pussy. His other hand was behind him holding your thigh, steadying himself as he lowered himself down onto your cock.
He let out a sharp gasp with a bit of a chuckle as he finally got the tip all the tip inside. He let go of your cock and used his now free hand to touch himself, he rubbed his clit as he moved down on your cock.
Once he was halfway way he went back up, he continued it more just letting himself adjust before going down on your cock all the letting out a moan as he gripped your thigh. He bit his lip as he looked down at you. Nightwing pulled both of his hands away letting them rest and hold onto your shoulders as he rose his hips up before gently letting it down letting your cock slide even more deep inside of him.
Soon enough he began to bounce on your cock letting your sick reach further inside of you. The hero’s hand traveled from your shoulders to your neck massaging it softly as he rode your cock.
His bare ass slapping against your pants. You breathed heavily under your breath as you feel himself riding your cock occasionally getting off your cock just to let the your cock throb before going back to riding you. His hands traveled around your shoulders and back occasionally tugging the back of your hair. He felt so good, he’s cunt was tight around you but also just loose enough so he could fuck himself down on your cock.
He also had a smirk on his face. He knew he had you under his mercy. His right hand traveled to your face cupping your cheek and forcing you to look up at him. Then suddenly you had a feeling in your stomach tighten. Was it the way he looked at you? The way he looked at you like you were pathetic. Or was it just because his pussy felt so amazing around your cock.
“I’m gonna cum!” You blurted out in a groan, you tilted your head back a bit as you felt your legs tensed as your chest rose up and down quicker.
Abruptly stopping he rested down on you, still keeping your full cock inside of him. “Where’s the joker huh?” Nightwing said looking down at you, your head was still resting against the wall as your eyes were glued shut. You couldn’t even focus on his question. Just continuing breathing heavy you subconsciously began to slowly raise your hips into his cunt, starting off with slow rhythms until you couldn’t hold yourself back and began to thrust inside of him rapidly.
Nightwing was startled by the sudden movement and leaned toward into you to steady himself. Nightwing rose his hips and moved it back down meeting your thrust in the middle.
You two were face to face. He smirked hearing our gaps and grunts under your breath. But as well his mouth was opening letting out moans, both of you guys open mouths were inches away and once it seemed like you two were gonna kiss you cum.
You close your mouth gritting your teeth together as you let out a muffled groan and moan. Your wrist tongued against the cuffs as Nightwing surprisingly silent as he was bitting his lip letting you cum fill him. You two faces were still inches apart just nudging against one another as you poured your seed inside of him. Still cumming you and Nightwing makes eye contact and for a quick second he glanced at your lips before capturing your mouth in a kiss.
The kiss began to get even more heated both of you two’s tongues exploring one another’s mouth and dancing against one another. Both of you two moaned and whimpered in each other’s mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Nightwing felt the cum inside of him leak down onto your own cock. You two are staring at each other silently before you broke it.
“He’s heading over to old Gotham to continue his new big project.” You said in a mumble, once you told him he softly pat your check and smirked.
“Thanks.” He said before reaching behind you, undoing your handcuffs before pulling himself up and off your cock and taking a few steps back. He admired himself for a moment. Your cum was leaking out of him since it most of it is overflowing inside of his pussy. He gave you one more glance over his shoulder and walked off into the dark streets of Gotham.
You sat there, cock still semi hard but also milky with your own cum on it.
After finally gathering your thoughts you stood up and tucked your cock back inside your pants. Your mind was racing in a good way.
You slowly walked out the alley still amazed and in shock. But the more you thought about what just happened the more the tent in your pants grew.
He’s guilty as charged. LOGAN has matured—with the heat of war still lingering on his conditioned knuckles and tattered mind—he promises on his afflicted soul.
But you make him feel. . .emotions Jean never did. You make him shy away from the foreign pinch of hope that finally, he’ll be receiving some sort of attention. You make him feel an underlying urge to beg you to take him. You make the crotch of his pants ti—
OR OLD LOGAN HOWLETT jerking off to the thought of you.
He’s uncertain when or why the attraction began. All he knows is that he wants you like a man eternally deprived of release.
The bed creaks in protest beneath the heavy weight of his body. LOGAN is stripped of his pants, exposing his damp boxers to the cool air. He swallows hard, leaning his head back atop the pillows and letting his palm wander between his thighs. His eyes shut, his brain conjuring the image of—fuck, he barely even knows you.
He breathes out, ignoring his demanding core in favor of calming his irritated nerves down. In spite of his adamancy, his thoughts hone in the image of you on your knees, kissing his inner thighs.
“Don’t tease.” He’d whine, both of his hands quivering in effort of resisting the knocking of his claws against his skin; proving themselves tempted to come out.
You let out an amused huff, nipping the skin of the dip between his thigh and groin. “‘M not.” You mumble, precisely placing an open-mouthed kiss to a clothed vein that you were ‘unaware’ of.
Oh. LOGAN slips his hand under his underwear, mimicking how he thinks you’d do it. He doesn’t free his cock, only wrapping his hand around the shaft and stroking up to the tip. His thumb presses down, rubbing in circles until pre-cum leaks from the slit. He gasps when he adds more pressure, bucking his hips.
You’re so much younger and he doesn’t know if you’re a mutant or not, and in that case; against his kind, but he’s too needy to care.
Deciding to make it up to him, your mouth kisses up his length and takes in the head of his cock through the pretty fabric. “Fu—mngg, yeah, fuck, please.” He groans out, spreading his legs wider for you. He rolls his hips towards you, trying to hold back a whimper when you run the flat of your tongue against him.
He needs to feel the real thing. Reluctantly, he opens his eyes, adjusting to the dimmed light of the room. His hand is so, so fucking slowly working his twitching dick. How would’ve you done it? Would you have not paid it any attention at all?
LOGAN likes that thought. He lets out a quiet whine from the back of his throat, shutting his eyes again.
What about hound reader making Makarov submit at one point in the past? Then immediately regretting it thinking he's gonna get punished but Makarov is just trying to process what the fuck Just happened because hound reader has never snapped like that and... maybe if he can find out his limits like that he can push them again in the battlefield..
Ooh this is a neat idea NGL.
I feel like it would happen when Hound was partly trained, not quite as obedient, still walking on eggshells trying to figure out what Makarov wants out of you.
It happens suddenly with no fan fare.
One second Makarov is standing before you, leash in hand, tugging on your throat like he wants to choke the life out of you.
The next — his feet are uselessly kicking in the air, back flush with the wall you've pinned him to, your metal canines sealed around his neck. You can feel his frantic heartbeat beneath your tongue, his hands scrambling over your head and shoulders and wherever he can reach in an attempt to pull you off. His words and curses pierce through your ears without stopping at your brain.
You are a wall of muscle against him, the wriggling and scrambling he does ticking some ancient part of your brain that orders your body to press and press and press against him until you've nearly crushed him. Makarov can barely breathe, the claustrophobic confines of your body and the wall making him hyperventilate, mind starting to swim from the lack of oxygen as his back arches into you, legs subconsciously spreading as you bully your hips against his. Your fangs press down on his skin, close to tearing it open, and before he knows it his head is tilting back as far as it'll go and a painfully soft sound escapes his lips.
The feral rage shrouding your mind leaves as quickly as it had appeared. You blink, rational mind slow to rouse like a bear after a long winter, but when you do it feels like you'd just been shot.
You pull your face from his neck, barely able to catch the fucked out look on his face as you step back, keeping him staple and balanced as you set him on the ground. He coughs and heaves with the strain of trying to breathe normally again, eyes puffy and tears staining his cheeks.
Oh god, you were a bad dog.
Before your mind can torture you, Makarov roughly clears his throat, one hand massaging the steadily blooming bruises left by your teeth. You half expect him to shoot you somewhere non vital, but instead he simply says. "Kneel." He orders, voice scratchy and rough.
Your knees hit the floor before he can finish the sentence, looking up at him, and only now as his breathing returns to normal do you notice how painfully hard he is in his slacks. You can almost taste his lust on your tongue, barely able to keep looking at his face when you notice his trembling hands struggle with the zipper.
Later, much later, Makarov will go about testing what had made you react the way you had, what had flipped some switch in your brain, but for now he's got take care of his 'problem' before his mind starts to focus on how darkly hot it was to be trapped under your bulk.
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₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖
₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((
₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.
₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.
₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(
₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.
₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺
₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )
₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"
₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.
₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.
₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."
₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(
₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."
₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.
₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(
₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.
₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.
₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )
₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.
₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.
₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.
₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...
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drabble about fucking logan (wolverine) because @embry-garrick implanted it into my brain
synopsis: holy shit u have a big dick n logan is having a field day
cw: riding, size kink, pain kink, reader has a huge dick, anal sex, no prep by choice, unsubstantial lube by choice, unprotected sex by choice, subtop logan dombot reader, established relationship, first time (in the relationship), 2nd person
dni minors, fems/mlm fetishizers, etc
You knew you were massive, that's why way back in high school you were pressured to join sports. You had admirers from both sexes and people would jump at the opportunity to date you in hope that you were as big down there as you were, body wise.
You were, and unfortunately scared off many potential fuck buddies with your size. You vividly remember an ex walking out mid make-out session when they saw your dick, and the situation you were in now was strikingly similar.
That train of thought was bouncing through your head like a pinball machine as you multitasked getting hot and heavy with Logan on the foot of his bed.
"You're distracted. Come on, focus, it's like kissing a brick wall," Logan complained gruffly, hands tangled in your hair as he bit playfully at your jawline to snap you out of whatever thoughts you were in.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry. Maybe we're going a little fast?" you suggested, meeting his lips again as you attempted to focus on him.
"You're fuckin' kidding me. No, we've been dating for months, I'm ready," Logan disagreed. "You got something you're worried about?"
"No," you muttered, shaking your head to get the thoughts out. You steeled yourself to focus and gripped Logan's waist to pick him up and move him into your lap. He eagerly ground down onto your quickly hardening cock, groaning into your mouth as he felt the pants you were in tighten.
Logan quickly took off his own shirt and hurried to remove yours. Once the clothing was gone, he abandoned kissing your lips to kiss your neck and moved down your collar. He sighed and his eyes fluttered closed as he felt both of your hands snake in two different directions; one down to squeeze his ass and the other up to grip his hair.
"Need you. Been waiting long enough, want you in me. Wanna ride you," he whispered into your ear.
"Logan, I'm big," you warned warily, earning a confused pause.
"Big? Damn right you are. What's your point?" he grumbled, trying to get back to imminently fucking.
"My dick is big. I've had people up and leave because of it, so—"
"Well aren't you self-assured? Babe, let me judge if I want to get fucked or not," Logan answered playfully as he pressed tender kisses over your jawline to make up for the bites. "C'mon. You think I'm shy of a big dick?"
As you tugged off his pants, he undid your button to reciprocate and froze as he stared at your half-hard cock straining the fabric of your boxers.
"What's that, six inches? I mean, I can take it," he huffed, his face a mask of bravado. He pulled your pants all the way off and swallowed. "Okay... little more than six inches..."
Logan stroked you to hardness, muttering out quiet curses and "come on, come on... fuck," as he was eager to feel you. You were completely hard in just a few strokes, but his rough hand and the lack of any lubricant made you shy from the touch.
"Logan? Lube?" You reminded, to which he growled.
"Don't need it, bub."
"Yes you do! At the very least, I need it!" You protested.
"Relax," he rolled his eyes and attempted to take you in his mouth, but instead just let some spit dribble down since he'd ravish you with his mouth later. "Happy?"
"Let me prep you."
"Hell no."
Logan pushed your shoulders to the bed and hovered over you, to which you fished in your pants for a condom. "No condom, Lo,"
"Good."
"Go get one."
"Hell no," he repeated.
"You're gonna tear yourself," you said, sitting up.
"I can take it. I can take you. Just lay down," Logan demanded, to which you scoffed.
"Fine. It's not my bed that's getting blood all over, anyways."
Logan perched over you and lined your dick up, hissing as the wet head grazed his hole. "You're gonna be the end of me..."
"Fuck... fuck! Slower!" You demanded, worrying for Logan's poor body despite the fact that he healed instantaneously.
Among the shrill gasps and low groans, Logan uttered out a gravelly, "Please, just let me have this. You're splitting me in half, fuck, [Y/n], you're gonna make me cum like a virgin."
You grabbed Logan's hips and forced him to slow down, he was barely even a third of the way down and already tears were collecting in his eyes. "Easy, Logan," you said, but he suddenly grabbed your wrists and forced himself down to the base of your cock, a punched-out moan escaping his throat followed by a series of whimpers and gasps as he caught his breath. A hot stream of cum spurted from his unattended cock and onto your chest.
"Logan? You're bleeding. And you came..."
"I don't care. Fuck me like a man," Logan rasped out as he steeled himself to begin moving his hips.
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