#vinnie.oomfs

☆ MAKEUP pt 2

+ warnings: barely any plot, oral (f receiving), apology sɇx, cum eating

+ ft: dante sparda

+ wc: 1.1k

+ an: ooooo hello vixey!! i'm adoring this continuation to the first part, and i definitely agree! dante should be apologizing with his mouth <3

minors DNI! ☆ read part 1

"so... apology accepted?" he ask, a sly smile on his lips.

you glance down at the mess of his release coating your thigh, taking in his state. he was a mess, his breathing all over, his hair ruffled. his eyes were hazed over with lust.

"no." you respond.

"what?" dante ask, on the verge of a whine. "but we fucked! like you wanted!" god, he sounded like a sad puppy. "i mean, i'm not against going agai-"

"good." you cut him off, moving from his lap to sit on the edge of his desk, sprawling your legs out. you expose your cunt, clit puffy from arousal and his fingers, slick coating your thighs, mixing with his cum from earlier. "want to really apologize? eat me out. say you're sorry with that mouth of yours."

dante smirks. he isn't one to turn down an offer to eat you out. after all, his pretty girlfriend sounded so lovely when his tongue was deep in her.

dante drops to his knees, thick hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them apart, granting himself access to your folds. he groans at the sight, but refuses to make direct contact. instead, dante moves his mouth over to where his cum sat, lapping it off of your skin.

the display was erotic, the thick liquid disappearing off your skin and onto his tongue. he swallowed with a groan, lewdly sucking on the area where his release once sat. he pops off, a noticeable hickey imprinted onto your skin. for him to see only.

"you done teasin yet dante? i said apologize, not take your time." you huff. you couldn't deny, you were enjoying this. but you really wanted his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. he just knew how to please you so good!!

"what's the rush, sweetheart?" dante purrs out, clearly drunk off the smell of your cunt and the sweet taste of your skin. "lemme take my time down here, yea? i'm apologizing. i'mma make you cum so hard, then lap it all up, just like you like."

god, he knew how to use his mouth, both sexually and when talking. you nod, allowing him to spread your legs further, a finger dragging through your folds. he gathers your slick onto his fingers, pressing the digits into his lips. he moans, sucking the taste of you off his skin.

"should be a crime t' taste this good" he whispers. dante removes his fingers from his mouth, using the same spit coated ones to spread your folds open, giving him a peak at your desperate pussy. "shit, she's talking t' me." he mutters. "tellin' me how much she misses my tongue. 'm sorry baby, shouldn't have argued with ya earlier." the devil hunter coos into your skin.

his tongue drags across your slit, groaning as he collects more of your taste into his mouth. dante swore he could spend all day down here if he really wanted to. he licks another stripe, allowing his nose to bump against your clit. you gasp, a hand tangling into his white locks, earning a breathy pant against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

dante was really trying to be gentle, knowing he had ripped an orgasm from you earlier. he didn't want to overwhelm you too much, his licks soft and kitten-like, instead of the usual devouring he attempted.

it was a nice change, the devil hunter was almost domestic-like in this lighting. he looks up at you, eyes glazed over, mouth coated in your arousal and his cum, chest panting. it was like a painting, the way he looked between your thighs. and he knew how he looked, you could tell by the soft smirk that crossed his lips as he met your eyes.

he returns to his ministrations, pressing small licks to your entrance, dipping his tongue in occasionally to fuck it in and out, softly. he was moaning, more so than usual, drunk off the taste of you. "fuck, baby, so good" he whines out, lips moving to now suck gently on your clit.

a finger presses into your pussy, slow and gentle, curling up to press on your g-spot. you swore he had you seeing stars, the way he was pulling your body apart with just his lips and fingers should be a crime. "cum f' me" he whispers against your entrance, eagerly licking again.

how could you deny him? you cum once again, groaning his name as his tongue excitedly collects your release, licking it off your skin. he whispered praise into your core, talking about 'how good you were' and 'how he was so sorry for being a dick'.

who knew pussy could shut dante up so quickly?

"'s okay, baby, you're all goo-" you moan, slapping a hand over your lips. dante wasn't done. his tongue traced your clit, flicking the muscle against the bundle of nerves.

"dante, 's okay, your apology is accepted." you whimper out, body arching forward as he dips two fingers in, gently scissoring them within your clenching walls.

"mmm, taste too good... you can cum again, for me, right?" he ask, smirking between your legs. god, his stupid face was too hard to turn away.

"fine. one more." you huff. again, you weren't really mad - the demon really knew how to use his tongue.

dante thanks you, eagerly curling and scissoring his two digits within you, letting his tongue and lips work on your clit. you could tell he was getting more desperate, yet still attempting to remain gentle. it was a nice effort.

he presses his tongue flat against you, removing his fingers before sucking on them with a groan. dante swore he was loosing it, swore he needed to feel your cunt wrap around his tongue as you came again.

and so he did, shoving his tongue between your folds, dipping into your entrance. he listens to your mewls, bumping his nose on your clit. and when you start clenching down again, hand pulling at his hair more? he knows your close.

he fucks his tongue in and out of you, thumb circling your clit, feeling your orgasm approach. and when you finally cum, he laps it all up eagerly, only pulling away once he's certain he cleaned up all of your juices.

"apology accepted?" he ask, getting cocky as he takes in the state of you, trembling from your releases.

"yea... apology accepted."

could i maybe request an aventurine x fem!reader?? where shes just gone dumb from how hard shes fucked.......

- 🎲 (i dunno if you have a dice anon 😓...)

+ an: hello!!! i don't have a 🎲anon, so it's your title now!! welcome to the party mwah <33 also i love seeing an aventurine fan (he's totally the type to fuck a chick dumb 😈)

minors DNI!!

"c'mon doll, no need to be shy" aventurine coos, nudging your thighs open for him. "i know how needy this pussy is. you've been so good for me already, why not continue on?"

the blonde sat in front of you, prying your shaky thighs open. he'd just made you cum twice, once on his fingers and another on his face, but he was no where near done. in fact, aventurine seemed like he wasn't close to running out of stamina. how could he, when his doll looked so pretty after he pulled an orgasm from her?

"c'mon, i promise i'll be good. won't be too rough on ya." he smirks. he was a dirty liar, you both knew aventurine had a habit of fucking you till you couldn't stand, till his name was the only thing in your brain.

yet, he looked so pretty when he sat between your legs, ruining you, or when he was just too lazy to properly fuck you, and made you ride him instead.

it was something about his eyes.

you couldn't deny him. aventurine knew your body too well. you open your trembling thighs, letting him settle back between them. "see, wasn't too hard, was it, sweetheart?"

his voice was sinful as he brings two fingers to your drenched folds, your clit puffy from overstimulation. his digits spread you open, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips as he looks down at you. "damn, she's hungry, isn't she?"

aventurine disposes of his pants and boxers, wasting no time crawling back over you. his hands bring your knees up towards your chest, spreading you open for him. "fuck, can't wait to be inside ya... look so good, all spread out like this."

he rubs his tip between your folds, collecting slick on his pre-cum leaking head. he groans as he bumps your clit, taking in the way your body shudders.

you whine, begging for him to finally sink in. you couldn't help but need it, he had folded you so perfectly, and you knew he would fuck you so well. aventurine seems to get the message, slowly sinking in.

it was torture!! he was taking his time, intending to dissolve you into a whiny mess - which he tended to do, effortlessly. his dick was reshaping your walls, it was always such a stretch to take him, no matter how many times he fucked you.

"see, such a good girl. i knew you could take me all." he purrs into your ear, leaning down to smirk in your face. he thrust into you, tip hitting that spongey spot already. he knew your body like the back of his hand, could analyze it like any game he played.

aventurine knew what would make you cum for him. he drills his hips into you, ignoring your pleads to 'slow down'. lewd sounds spill from his dick pounding into your cunt, your slick coating his base and balls.

"look so pretty under me, ya know that?" he slips a free hands down to toy with your clit ruthlessly. there was no rhythm to his madness, just however he felt would get you - and him - off.

he keeps your legs pinned to your chest with his other hand, practically drilling into you. aventurine could tell you were slowly loosing it - your head had tilted to the side, drool slipping past your plush lips. whines of his name and 'more' were all that fell from your lips.

he really hit the jackpot with you. who knew he'd find such a compliant fucktoy girlfriend?

"you're close, aintcha baby? i can feel your pussy flutterin' round me, she's telling me you wanna cum. go on, cum for me." his words were like fuel to the fire in your core, the mix of his head consistently abusing your g-spot and his messy fingers on your clit sending you spiraling.

it doesn't take much longer, your orgasm crashing down with a sob of his name, nails digging into his back. "fuck, so perfect like this." he pants, thrust growing sloppy as he fucks you through your release. you whine his name, overstimulation taking over.

"c'mon, lemme finish, yea baby? then you can be done. you can take my cum, right?" he coos. you were too gone to even think about arguing, nodding your head.

"good" he smirks, giving you a few last rolls, before his hips stutter, filling your walls with his cum. aventurine pants above you, smirking as he wipes away drool from your chin. "only i could fuck you this good, right baby?"

he was right. only he could ever wreck you like this.

Happy pride LMFAO can I be 🍔 anon?

☆ WORKPLACE DISTRACTION

+ warnings: wlw content!! cockwarming, no plot whatsoever, top reader, edging

+ ft: the herta

+ wc: 1.2k

+ an: ofc you can!!! welcome to the roster 🍔nonnie!!

minors + men DNI!

"this really isn't necessary, you know..." herta sighs, shifting uncomfortably. she really wanted to move, really needed to feel you sliding in and out of her.

you, however, intended not to give up. "c'mon herta, focus on your work. i told you, when you finish this paperwork, then i'll letcha ride me."

the witch was not having it. "ugh, you're so rude, you know?" she scoffs, resulting in a smack against her ass. "ouch!! really??"

"herta, behave. i don't mind leaving you empty." you coo, rolling your hips up just a bit, thrusting the strap up into her. she whines prettily, hands clenching the table as she tries to focus on the stacks of paper on her desk.

despite her grandeur and expertise, your girlfriend had no sense of time. normally, she had the herta bots do her work. she conveniently forgot to assign some to do this paperwork, and now she was stuck doing it, to ensure there were no last minute errors. ruan mei would have her head if the documents were incorrect.

so, what better way to encourage her than with an orgasm?

seems like herta had different ideas. she tried to shuffle herself around on your lap, seeking some friction to ease the coil of heat you had built up, but you weren't giving in to her whims, your hands clamping down on her hips.

"herta... behave." seriously, it was insane how much power you had over this woman, who could literally fight you and win. but a win is a win.

herta stops moving, huffing as she returns to (trying to) focus on the paper work.

her hands were shaky, but she was making her way through the stack... somewhat. whatever, it was enough to give her at least a little reward. your right hand slides down between her thighs, brushing her clit. herta gasp, slapping a hand over her mouth and dropping her pen.

she attempts to quickly regain herself, grabbing the pen, writing down more notations and findings, hand trembling. god, it felt so good, her orgasm building up as she clenches down on the strap. she was close, finally!

until she wasn't. your hand leaves her clit, earning a frustrated groan from her lips. her head swivels around to glare at you, pouting. "seriously? can't even let me have a little fun?"

"no." you respond, gripping her thighs before she can try and fuck herself on the strap. "you know the circumstances."

she sighs, head rolling against the desk as she leans forward. she was falling apart, her mind growing preoccupied on one thought - getting her orgasm.

the words on the papers were blurring together, and she attempts to continue filling them out, desperate for your touch again, craving the sweet release she had been looking for these past hours.

you had no intention of giving up. instead, you planned for her to finish the paper work, one way or another. you had told her she would get rewarded, so you knew she would get through it.... eventually.

your hand snakes back down, tracing shapes into the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. at this point, her arousal coated both hers and your thighs, the seat of the office chair baring stains of her slick. she was a mess, face flushed, breast rising and falling heavily.

"please, let me cum?? please, need it so bad" she whines, her attitude slipping as you draw her closer and closer to her orgasm. finally, she could cum!! she could finally be free from the idea of a release stuck in her mind! herta was close, her hand clamping her mouth as she mewls loudly, cunt spasming around the strap once again.

but that flame was quick to diminish, your hand leaving her once again, returning to holding her hips down firmly so she couldn't try to get herself off.

"come on!" she whines, sighing heavily. "i've been so good, look, i'm almost halfway through!!" herta drops the pen, body shaking. she couldn't go on much longer, her brain was fried. any sort of logic was out the door, she just needed you to drill into her, bend her over the desk and claim her.

the papers could wait, at least in her mind. in yours, however, you knew they couldn't. "come on, ruan mei and screwllum need these. i promise you, finish them, and then you can cum. sounds good?"

no. it didn't. but at this point, she had no choice but to push forward, as the amount of times you had denied her of an orgasm was solid proof of your standing on this debate.

"fine." she sighs defeatedly, honing back in onto the paperwork. she told herself the faster she got this done, the faster she could cum. that was good motivation, right?

you observe her, watching with a smirk as she flies through the different documents, quickly and accurately fixing them. maybe your form of encouragement had worked? she made it a little over halfway at this point, clearly seeking your praise.

at this point, you were growing needy too, needing to see your girlfriend fall apart from you. "tell you what" you start, watching herta turn back to face you. hope was written all over her face.

"take a break. i'll letcha cum, then we can do this again for the other half of the papers left... i think that'll be more efficient, knowing that your bound to get your reward." you purr, tilting her head back and lining kisses down the column of her neck.

oh yes, herta liked this idea. this was much better than your previous one. she nods, yelping as you abruptly stand up, pressing her face down into the desk.

"good, just don't ruin the files, yea?" you ask, rolling your hips against her ass. god, she looked pretty like this, that genius brain clouded in a lust-filled haze, her pussy dripping down the shaft of the strap.

herta wasn't going to last long, your previous efforts leaving her sensitive. reaching around, you cover her mouth, not wanting other members of the society to here the way you were using the 83rd member of the genius society.

"please, please, lemme cum?" she begs, back arching as a you remove your hand from her mouth, snaking it back down to toy with her clit, occasionally inserting a finger alongside the strap in her.

"go on" you purr, giving her the permission she finally got to hear, the words she'd be dreaming about since you sat her down on the strap!!

she gushes around the strap and your fingers, sinking against the desk with a relieved sigh. you lean forward, kissing her cheek, before pulling her back against your chest. settling down in the office chair, you scoot the two of you closer to the desk.

"take five, but then you're back to doing this paperwork... same rules apply as before."

she nods, slumping against you. she could do this.

i return with requests....... soft n sweet gf like before (i know it's repetitive don't @ me) but. Soft n sweet gf that wants to be tough like those around her but just kinda isn't-- she asks s/o's to train her and gets upset that she isn't as strong as they are but they reassure her and tell her it's OK, her strengths lie elsewhere

Im thinking...... this with Spike but also also. Arlecchino. I have a big fat crush on them both I know it's multifandom but aaaa 😭😭

-🌙

+ wc: 0.3k

+ ft: spike spiegel & arlecchino (separate!)

+ note: WELCOME BACK 🌙ANON!! i'm doing pretty good actually, and i hope you are too 🫶 also omg do not worry about bein repetitive, i loveee soft n' sweet gf as much as you do <33

spike is the type to try and coach you physically. he'll invite you to train with him, starting slowly, before building up time and endurance.

he knows you wish you could contribute more, and be more helpful on missions than simply babysit ed and ein, and he wants to help you out.

he'll show you how to shoot, how to punch and kick, and even self defense methods. but he knows it's hard for you, trying to learn such physical and draining skills quickly.

so he paces you, building each skill brick by brick, piece by piece.

and he knows you get overwhelmed and upset if you aren't as successful as him, or learn as quickly as you wish. so he's gentle with you. a small reassuring kiss her, a soothing back rub to let you know that it's fine, it'll take some time. he even offers to massage your sore and achy muscles.

arlecchino, on the other hand, is more on mental toughness. working with the fauti isn't just physically draining, it's mentally exhausting. the constant bickering, the petty arguments, and the bullshit each member gives.

she'll teach you her methods to push them out of her brain, to dull their voices. give you tips on concentrating more on you than them. she'll provide you different ways to calm yourself down after getting into a dispute with them, knowing you start to blame yourself.

and she knows, she knows how you wish you could be as mentally strong as her. and she promises to help you.

and even if her techniques don't click right away, you try your best. and she knows you do, and she's always there during the conferences, reassuringly rubbing your thigh or squeezing your hand under the table.

she may not seem like a big one on physical affection, but for you, she didn't mind showing some hidden displays.

and even though her words weren't as sugar coated as most would, you knew she genuinely cared behind each riddling compliment and praise.

☆ BIG BAD WOLF SPIKE

+ warnings: suggestive content, mentions of arousal, fingering through underwear

+ ft: spike spiegel x fem reader

+ wc: 1.6k

+ an: hiii treze!!! also no worries about time zones, i'm pretty much online allll the time!! thanks for your sweet words 💘 this is suchhh a good prompttt, i love halloween themes hehee

minors DNI!

"do i really need to wear this?" spike groans, messing with the wolf ears you had placed on his head. you giggle, taking an eyeliner pen, and coloring in his nose, resembling a wolf's.

"uhm, yea? you heard faye, it's a costume party that the bounty's at. we can't just bust in there in normal clothes, he'd totally catch us!!" you sigh, cupping your boyfriends cheek. "besides, i never get you to do cute outfits with me!! faye always insist on taking ed trick or treating when we stop at planets for halloween."

"ok, ok." spike smiles softly, his hands playing with the hem of your dress. "but does this need to be this tiny?"

he did have a point. your dress was small, the skirt of your red riding hood outfit barely coming down to half of your thighs. the cape was no help either, ending at your back. "ugh, you can tell that you're my boyfriend! what are the chances i enter a party with my arms around a random guy?"

you had him there. "fine. but i'm not letting anyone touch you." he huffs, pouting as he messes with a ribbon hanging from your chest. "i figured. ready to head out?" you ask, hopping off his lap and admiring your handy work. he looked... good.

"almost forgot." your lips curl up, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his red flannel. your hands then trail towards his belt loop, ensuring the tail was attached properly. "all set."

he sighs, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "glad you didn't make me put in those stupid fangs." he rolls his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks off the bebop. "let's go. maybe we can steal some of jet's booze if him and faye aren't back by the time this is done. he's a low bounty, right?"

"mhm!" you confirm, checking the information jet sent you. "only worth a handful of woolongs, but hey, it could go towards groceries!" spike sighs, shaking his head. "nah, its goin' towards my bar fund. don't know what i'mma see at this party..."

"cheer up" you purr at him, intertwining his hand with yours as you two walk the few blocks towards the bounty's location.

the streets were filled with people of all sorts, enjoying their night together. you smile warmly at a few kids who come up to point at spike's costume, find it amusing that the grown man was dressed with a wolf tail.

"real funny" he mumbles under his breath, using his free hand to slide a cigarette between his lips.

you giggle at his displacement, before stalling. "we're here."

"damn, that was quick... fuck me." he groans. "a warehouse party? damn it, we're gonna have to close in on him."

"did you not hear jet tell you it was at a warehouse?" you sigh, squeezing his hand.

"nope. i slept. his voice was too boring, he had nothing interesting to share."

"so you heard nothing. nothing about the fact he's unarmed, and the fact he's gonna blend into the crowd, but has a noticeable lip scar? not even the fact that he works for the company that owns the warehouse? he literally has access to all the boats, all the doors. everything." you were scolding spike at this point, disappointed in his lack of situational awareness.

"nope. but seems like you gotta all under control, little red." he leans down, planting a kiss to your forehead and ruffling your hair.

"seriously, though, do we need to do this? ion see why it's such a big deal. he ain't worth much. if he gets away, he gets away."

you glare at spike. "are you drunk? spike, we need that money! i mean, sure, it isn't much, but that's besides the point."

"i'm not drunk." he huffs, getting an attitude. "i just... don't wanna do this." it was partially the truth. in all reality, he just didn't want you going in there looking like that. lips all plump, eyelashes all dolled up, in a pretty little dress and heels. he knew men would be thirsting after you, eager to get a bite.

he wouldn't allow that.

you look over at spike, raising an eyebrow. "fine. but eventually, we're going in there." you look around, finding an open case of stairs. "there, look, it gives us access to the second floor of the warehouse. i saw the layout, it's just a railing on the inside pretty much. that way we don't have to do anything yet, but we can still keep an eye on our target."

spike thinks for a minute, before nodding. "works for me. let's go, doll." he coos, grabbing your hand tightly, dragging you up the stairs.

"hey!! no need to be so rough!!" you call out. in response, he turns, pressing his fingers to his lips in a slick 'shhh' motion. "don't want the bounty to hear ya~"

you roll your eyes, sick of whatever got into him tonight. the two of you ascend the stairs, opening the door quietly.

the music was blaring, strobe lights everywhere. "god, this party looks terrible." he sighs, before spotting an open bar. "oo, i think u'll take up your offer on going down there later." he smiles, before turning to you. "now, stay back from the railin. i don't know how... sturdy... it is."

"whatever" you huff, settling down on the floor. you look up, noticing how spike's eyes trail over your body. he looked hungry. wolfish. like he was eating you up with his eyes alone.

"spike... everything good?" you call out, watching him swoop down to settle besides you. one of his hands trails towards your face, cupping your cheeks.

"splendid, little red. couldn't be better." he gives you a toothy grin, eyes trailing back down your chest, over your torso and sticking towards your thighs, where the hem of the dress rode up somewhat.

"c'mere, why don't you sit on my lap? it must be cold on your.... thighs." he trails off, licking his lips as he stares at the plush skin, a carnivorous look in his eyes.

you oblige, crawling into his lap, feeling his hands running down your hips and keeping you in place. "good." he purrs, moving down to squeeze your ass under your dress, his lips ghosting yours.

"to be honest, didn't want the other men to see you in this outfit. it's super flatterin on you." he confesses, a free hand moving to toy with the hem of your red riding hood dress.

"didn't want them getting the wrong idea." he continues, before lifting his hips up into yours. oh. he was hard, erection straining through his trousers as he smirks and eye fucks you.

"surprised ya didn't expect this from me. you know how much i love little things on you." he purrs in your ear, trailing messy kisses from your jaw over to your lips.

"gonna let me have some fun?" he ask.

"might as well" you whisper to him, feeling him crash his lips into yours without a second's reprise.

his mouth moves meaningfully, a mix of passion and dominance as he tries to claim your lips. he was hungry, starving even, his need for you growing as he rolls your body down against his.

"damn, baby, you look good like this. hope our little bounty doesn't get too far while 'm busy" he chuckles, like this was some game to him. which honestly, it probably was. he couldn't take hunts like these seriously.

his hand trails down to under your dress, pressing one finger against your clothed, drooling cunt. "all worked up already?" he smiles against your mouth, deepening the kiss as he presses his tongue in this time. one finger turns to two, tracing along the outline of your pussy as he ravishes your mouth.

you moan his name, the sounds of the heated make out session drowned by the bass of the speakers.

spike pulls your body into his more, using the wall to support his back as he lifts the skirt of your dress up, giving himself a better view of him toying with your covered cunt.

"shit, if we had more time, i think i'd take you right here.... but that can wait till we catch this guy." he pants out, eyes hazed over with lust.

he pulls you back down into another kiss, a hand groping your boob. however, his blissful mindstate is quickly shut down at the sound of a fire alarm being pulled. "fuck!" he hisses, helping you get up as the two of you run back to the railing.

the party had mostly cleared out, and the sound of a boat motor going off in the distance could be heard.

"damnit!! he got away" you groan, straightening out your dress.

spike chuckles, walking away from the railing. "let's dip, before the fire department comes."

"you're too calm about this. jet's gonna flip!"

"what, we don't have to tell him we were sucking face. i'll just say the guy pulled the fire alarm a few minutes after we got here to stake him out. not a lie, just leaving out a vital detail."

he was cocky, but he was good. "whatever, you better give me some good head when we get back." you sigh, quickly going down the stairs and taking a different route back to the bebop, spike right on your tail.

"fine with me, sweetheart. i'll eat you up" he grins, his joke making you sigh.

"whatever... i know your walking through the streets rock hard, so that makes me feel a little better about this. it serves you right."

"so cruel, little red." he sighs dramatically, grabbing your hand and walking you back to the bebop.

spikefaye smut. that's it that's the post (literally anything that involves being sandwiched btwn those two I will eat up do as u please tbh I'm just perpetually down bad for them) thanksies again 🙏🙏

-🌙

☆ BOUNTY REWARD

+ warnings: vägînàl fîngéring, strap-on (faye using, reader receiving), pörn w/o plot, oral (spike receiving), threesome

+ ft: spike spiegel + faye valentine

+ wc: 0.7k

+ an: hi again moon nonnieeeeee <333 i'm glad to see you're back and hope you're doing well mwah mwah! also i agree, any spikefaye smut i absolutely ADOREEEE. also i kinda went off with this, was not expecting .7k but i'm not complaining lmaoooo!

minors DNI!

thank god jet and ed were out shopping. there was no way in hell any of you could conceal the lewd noises spilling from your room.

it had been a hard hunt, the target endlessly chasing you to red herrings and dead ends, but finally, you caught him. it wasn't even worth it in the end (monetarily wise) at first, but now?

this was worth it.

faye's thumb brushed over your clit, circling it as spike dipped two thick fingers past your folds, pressing them into you. they had promised to reward you after your hunt, saying you had 'done so well'.

this wasn't the reward you were expecting, but that didn't mean it wasn't the best one out there.

spike's fingers curled in you, massaging your walls slowly. faye, on the other hand, was a bit rougher, messy shapes drawn onto your sensitive nub. they had been working you for what felt like hours, the promise of finally being filled continuously poured from their lips, but never fully went through.

that was, until faye kissed your head, whispering to spike about 'going on the other side', at which he smirked and sprawled out on your bed, crotch near your face.

"my pretty girl wants, filled, hm?" faye chirps out, hands roaming your thighs, worshipping the skin. you nod, watching as she pulls out a strap, settling it on her hips as she crawls towards you.

"'s okay, 'mma let ya get adjusted t' that, then you can suck me off, yea?" spike coos at you, that sly shit eating grin spread across his face.

not that you were complaining.

faye's hands land back on your hips, pressing your chest into the bedsheets as she arches your ass up for her. "so pretty, all for us." she leans down, sighing into your ear. the tip brushes against your cunt, sliding between your folds and bumping your clit with each thrust. you groan, pleading for her to just sink it in, give you what you had been waiting for.

and she does, slowly pressing into you, a moan of pleasure falling from her lips, simply from just watching you fall apart from just being penetrated.

you adjust, before rutting your hips back against her, a signal for her to move, to do anything but just stand still. faye takes the hint, rolling her hips into yours, slowly, building a pace.

spike, on the other hand, was getting impatient, rock hard from watching the whole show in front of him. his fingers wrap in your hair, scooting himself closer to you. "please doll, suck me off?" he begs, cupping your chin and brushing your bottom lip with his thumb.

you nod, not daring to speak as faye picks up the pace behind you. clumsily, you undo his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down his hips, letting them rest as his ankles.

you tease him, licking his sensitive tip, before his hand taps your head, praying for you to just take him already. you take him fully in your mouth, hollowing your mouth and running your tongue along his shaft.

your moans vibrate against his dick, stimulating him as faye relentlessly pounds into you from behind, her chest pressing against your back, caging you in.

soft huffs and 'fucks' leave her lips, spike groaning each time your throat hums against his sensitive tip, your lips wrapped tightly around him.

between both of them, your climax was approaching rather quickly. you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, faye's thrust growing sloppier and disheveled, her stamina draining by the second. it was hotter every single time you found yourself intertwined with them, the feeling of both their bodies caging you into the bed spurring your orgasm on.

it doesn't take much longer, a loud mewl on spike's cock as you cum, coating faye's thighs and yours. spike follows shortly after, dripping down your throat as you swallow.

after a few minutes to catch your breath, faye slumps down on the bed, lazily discarding the strap somewhere, before bringing you close to cuddle against her. spike follows suit, nestling you between both of their bodies.

you could all clean up the sticky mess later. you wouldn't give up this moment for anything, or any moment with them for that fact.

vinnie !!

hehe i ask this for u but have u SEEN cowboy bebop legs ??? i feel like spike loves thigh riders ( he loves watching ) and faye loves being of use to you deep down. julia has not a lot of scenes but she’s probably very gentle giving or receiving it☝️

OH KO BBY YOU KNOW ITTTTTT

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men + minors dni!

spike loved to have his pretty little girlfriend seated on his clothed thighs, grinding her poor cunt against them, desperate for any sort of friction. you'd already came twice from just the stimulation on your clit alone, begging for him to just fill you already and fuck you dumb. unfortunately, he planned on making you wait till he was bored of smoking or a done drinking, despite how painfully hard you could both tell he was.

faye is such a brat, making you sit on her thigh and ruthlessly tease you as she helps you grind against it. it didn't matter how much praise she coed at you, you just wanted her to do anything but make you sit here. you couldn't deny, it felt good seeking that friction against her bare legs, but her fingers were so much better, and much more satisfying.

julia just wants to please you, gently guiding you over her thigh, telling you how pretty you looked, how beautiful your pussy look as it dragged over her skin. and if she was the one riding, she'd be sure to tell you how good she felt, how much she craved you, how she would die for you (ironic), and how she only wants to make you feel good.

hi moot⭐️ !! im licherally in love w that faye thirst ( omg who could’ve asked ) but like faye would be even even hotter face sitting nd tryin to be bossy ( she’s falling apart ) idk.. still yapping…

♥︎ SIT ON IT ♥︎

+ warnings: dom reader, faye is a brat, face sitting, overstimulation

+ wc: 0.3k

+ note: KO I LOVE U SM, ESP W THESE FAYE REQUEST MMM!!! also my dumb self clicked post now instead of save as draft, so yea lmao. @knock-o

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nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

"you should pick up the pace"

faye barks from above you, her hips hovering your face.

"yea? who said you're givin orders here." you retort, licking a long stripe up her cunt.

"sh-shi, notagainnotagain, me"

you raise an eyebrow, sucking on her clit before responding to her again. "doesnt seem like it. youre a whiny mess, and youve came like, what, 3 times already?

she shakes her head, biting her plush lips. "nuh uh"

you roll your eyes at here, fucking her on your tongue as your nose bumps her sensitive bundle of nerves.

a small squeak errupts from her lips, her hips closing around your head. she squirms a bit, resulting in your arms holding her hips down on your face.

"stop movin"

"b-but i gotta!" she wails, her next thought interrupted by another long lick.

"you like acting up, dontcha??" you hiss, tracing your name on her clit, delving a finger into her.

faye moans from above, her lips raw. "nah, jus s-showin ya w-whos in charge."

her eyes squeeze shut, a clear indication shes on the edge again.

"coming so soon? whats that make, four?" you retort, squeezing her ass as you continue your assult on her cunt, licking as much of her as you could. "so good for me"

a strangled moan falls from her lips, and he wails as you help her ride out her orgasm, her hips shimmying away from you.

"nuh uh, where do you think youre goin?" you ask, pulling her hips down, earning you a groan.

"b-but-"

she stops as you suck her clit again, her brain short circuiting.

"m-mkay, o-one more" she whimpers, chewing her lip.

it was not going to be just one more round.