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There’s no doubt that LOGAN HOWLETT is a certified brat. If you think work is the only thing that gives you stress on a daily, you’re nothing but wrong. He likes to act out; suggestively bending over in front of you, standing too near, roaming his hands needily—all of it. He’s similar to a feisty cat, one that demands high maintenance.
He should’ve predicted it. Should’ve known your restraint would crumble the second he retorted a bit too bitchy, too offensive.
You have LOGAN sitting on your lap, both of you facing the mirror, devoting to memory at how his pretty hole continued to drool arousal as it’s stretched open on your cock. His thighs are quivering, one hand of his clinging onto your nape, and yet he won’t take the fucking hint. “This all ye’got for me?” He grinds his hips down to envelop you in deeper with a tongue-twisted gasp.
His sloppy walls are gripping you tightly, wetly squeezing around your equally leaky length. His clit aches, yearning for the attention he’s dumbly convinced he’s entitled to receive. He reaches for it, meeting your gaze through the mirror. Oh fuck, that heated look he catches - that you gave him, makes his entrance weep of pre.
You slap LOGAN’S hand away, gifting your ears with his objecting whine. “R-really, yer gonna deny me? You ain’t even doing shit.” He’s about to expand on his complaint, tell you how cruel of a man you are, until he’s met with two of your fingers pulling the hood of his nub back. Your other hand pries his thigh wider, the pad of your middle digit directly applying pressure on his clit. He cries out, his attention beginning to fade away from the lewd scene painted on glass as his thighs attempt to lock around your hand.
You don’t give him the time to process anything. Your wrist rocks, roughly sliding your finger up and down. You feel him clench around your length, and you have to remind yourself that you have to resist the urge to pound the attitude out of his system.
“Mfnnnngh! It’s too much!” LOGAN wails, getting wetter and wetter. Slick graces his inner legs, a climax building low within his belly. He leans forward, a fruitless intention on running, really. “Gonna make you cum on my cock first,” you dismiss, pressing down on the glans before rubbing circles. You twitch inside, and he thinks his heightened senses are both a blessing and a curse.
“and then I’ll fuck you.” Continuing on, your pace increased. Wetness pooled on your finger, the sight making you impossibly harder. The intoxicating pull of submission encompasses LOGAN HOWLETT as he listens to you talk. It has him regretting his behavior towards you, a whimper passing through his lips. His mouth falls agape with a silent scream, suddenly creaming on your fat cock because it’s the only ‘sorry’ he’s willing to give you.
dom male reader teasing a sub steve rogers and not letting him cum till he genuinely starts crying and begging but after he needs like major after care and he’s DEEP into sub space
(edging, crying, begging, intense overstimulation and after care maybe toys and lingerie)
🦞anon pls
it's up! i hope it's okay! it was so fun to write and honestly i get i cause steve rogers is one of those characters where i can never decide if i want him leashed up and whining or curled up in my arms being told nothing is his fault.
mdni ! sub steve rogers, mean dom reader, teasing, overstimulation, edging, crying, begging, spitting, aftercare, vibrators, panties, thank you lobster this was a really fun one !
steve ate it up, whimpered and moaned and buried his head in the crook of your neck: the blond's naked chest pressed against your fully clothed one. the both of you knelt on the bed, but your hands were busy where his were behind his back –unrestrained but waiting anxiously to be allowed to move – they jerked with each touch of the wand to his cock through the only flimsy fabric you had let him keep on. satiny pink and gorgeous against captain america himself's tan, flushed pink all over as his hips rolled desperately.
he was out of it, lost in the contrast of not being able to cum past the cock ring and the gentleness of your touches. let you guide one of his shakey hands to his stomach, he held the wand all on his own as you pulled away and moved to stand at the foot of the bed. imposing and tall above his usually so powerful form. with a jerk of your chin that had hazy blue eyes find yours, you told him to crawl to the edge of the bed.
watching him obey was pathetic, steve humped into and away from the vibrator he pressed into his own cock and the plug pressed into his prostate all at once; the usually smart, righteous hero not sure if he was too stimulated for more or desperate to try and cum irregardless of it being impossible, reduced to a dumb, crying, bitch in heat.
his knees tangled in the duvet and with a cry he splayed out on his stomach, hips pressed directly into the toy. you grinned as a scream was ripped from his throat and he frantically started pushing his hips back up to get away from the overstimulation. big eyes looked up, unmoving from his new position and mouth hanging stupidly open in pleasure,
'please,' he begged, a breathy sound like all the air was being pulled from his chest in a drawn out, sudden exhale, 'let me cum, please, please, please.'
in response, you fed your cock into his mouth, gagging him without a word as he ground into and away from the toy: america's plugged ass lifted up and slammed back down in jerky, anguished motions. your fingers ran softly through golden hair once before gripping tight and picking up speed, fucking his face and watching as his lips turned glossy and pink. his eyes rolled rhythmically up into his head and then pressed shut as he found no relief in the pleasure coursing through him before you pulled out; the sounds that had been muffled around your cock loud and bordering on screams now.
'it's too much! I can't – aah! I can't cum, please!' he begged again and you crouched, making a face that seemed sympathetic.
'you want it to stop baby?' you asked and he yelled a wordless cry of agreement, surging up to press his messy lips into yours in something that was as close to a grateful kiss as the fucked out avenger could manage in his state. even as he pulled away, he was lifting his head up and down and you mirrored it, brows furrowing in fake concern, 'need it to stop huh? it's too good?'
despite nodding desperately and begging loudly over your platitudes, steve howled in frustration when you reached for the wall by the bed and flicked off the socket the vibrator was connected to. his begging got louder, hips rolling into the now still toy as if it would do anything for his ringed, throbbing red cock. you stood back up smoothly, his hand not holding the wand under him lifted and grabbed your thigh as you did, whimpering pathetically as you pushed yourself back into his mouth: forcing him to quiet down. with a sneer and a voice that sounds unaffected, you said, 'if you don't quiet down, the neighbours will be complaining to the papers about what a whore captain america is in bed.'
you thrusted in and out of his mouth, fucking it in earnest, revelling in the tight, hot feeling of his throat constricting around your length every time you go more than a few thrusts without giving him a breath. it's so good. it only took a few minutes of his sobbing on your dick before you smeared your tip on his cherry pink cheeks and lips, spitting into his mouth, hung open, and striping his face with your cum.
desperately, steve tongue lolled out of his face and you patiently scooped some and wipe it across the muscle that he eagerly licked down as you used your other hand to zip your pants back up.
his eyes were near crossed staring up at you, still whining and rolling his hips, but quieter now – calmer – less frantic in his search for release. he was lost in the space that comes with giving up control completely. you smiled again, genuinely kind now, and bent to scoop him up. strong, muscular arms looped around your neck and the soldier relaxed into your chest as you carried him to a waiting bath; lowering him into the warm water slowly, letting the salts and soap fizz around relaxed muscled.
you used a cloth to wipe the cum from his face, kissing each cheek, then forehead, then eyelids, before finally his lips as you did so. you watched steve carefully. one hand was still clinging to your arm even as you knelt next to the bath and reached into the water.
'Wanna cum now baby?' you asked and hummed a warm chuckle at how his plaintive 'uhuh' turned into a mewl of pleasure as you eased the cock ring from where it was tight around his length. it only took a few strokes before he moaned a long, low sound and lifted his hips to cum, water cresting over the edge of the tub.
for anyone confused ! I have moved from a sideblog to a main blog which requires making the blog again. moved everything over so that I didn't lose any of my tumblr pieces and requests are asbolutely open !
mdni ! feminisation, pet names, degredation, thigh fucking
'how you doing pretty girl?' you whispered and gripped dean's chin, tipping his head up so he met your eyes. normally bright green, they were currently nearly glazed over and half lidded with pleasure. he was taking it like a champ: the slide of your dick between his thighs, fucking those muscular legs like they were the pretty little pussy you knew he wished he had.
his response was a near unintelligible moan, impossible to make out any words as he let more drool dribble down his chin. you pressed the heel of your palm into his dick and bit your smile into the smooth flesh of his shoulder at the high keening sound he let out at the feeling. his hips pressed hard up, back arching. you groaned and fucked into that lube slick space harder and faster, hand crushed between you, 'you like it when I play with your clit, babygirl? like when I make you get leaky and wet for me? it doesn't take much...'
dean's head lolled back, hitting the mirror above the sink he was propped on, and if he wasn't already garbling out a cry as his cock spurt more precum over your fingers, you would wince at the bang.
his fingers tightened and dug hard into the muscle of your shoulders, his legs clenched together like the good girl dean was clearly trying so hard to be, and you kissed him sweetly. your mouth caressed his for a moment before dragging through his drool to murmur in his ear, unsure if his fucked-dumb brain would even understand, 'cum for me then slut, like the desperate bitch you are.'
clearly, he did understand because his back arched again, and he rut his leaking pole against your hand like a puppy in rut. his mewls of pleasure had turned to sobs some time ago, but now they were nearly howls. his whole body tensed up all over and then he was gone, limp and loose as he spilled cum — thick and white — between you.
all the tension that had been building, and all the desperation that had built up in dean's body had left, but the hazey look didn't fade as a clumsy, dick drunk hand fumbled to smear over his stomach and reach between his own legs to fist your cock.
'so wet for you, jesus, so-' his voice trailed briefly into nothing but airy keening- 'fucking me so good.'
'you not got anything snarky left to say baby?' you grinned and leaned in, the words whispered a hair's breadth from his lips. his jerk upwards to meet your mouth was desperate and needy, the kiss tired and passionate all at once. if his hands weren't tied to the headboard, he would be grasping at you, but he was being a good boy for you tonight. even the metal arm, crushing the bedframe in it's grip, was staying nearly completely still.
his hips were jumping like it would get him what he wanted, but his bright eyes (shiny and wet, tears falling freely down his cheeks by now) were locked on yours. he was quiet at last, his voice shuttering down to whimpering cries as he tried to press into and edge away from the wand taped to his thigh.
it was, admittedly, a cruel set up. you had him flat on his back, one muscular, hairy thigh crooked up so his legs made the shape of a four. the wand was taped at the handle with body tape to it, the head resting against the shaft of his dick.
'nothing, nothing jesus, let me cum —' he begged and you flicked at the switch on the wand, ramping up the speed until bucky's desperation turned into a high pitched keening sound and his back arched upwards.
you moved down, raking short nails over his chest as they travelled down to cup the head of his cock. he was always beautiful, mid-fight, sleeping with alpine on his chest, but especially now; cock leaking against his stomach and a deep red colour that reminded you just how good he'd been so far. four times you'd brought him to the edge and turned the vibrator off before he could finish across his own abdomen.
his pants were getting ragged again, eyes squeezed tight shut as he tried to resist. if you left the vibrator going, he would cum and the game would be over, it didn't take any hard work to know he didn't want that. he wanted the reward at the end — he wanted to be railed until he passed out and you would give it to him — he just had to last through one more.
the metal hand and the flesh one both spasmed and you watched at the bars bucky was holding crumpled further, grinning and leaning back down to lick a long stripe over the inside of his thigh whilst your hand flicked the wand back down to almost nothing. his voice crackled and broke over the near howl of frustration he let out at the sudden lack of sensation. wordlessly, you picked up the bottle of lube and bucky grinned deliriously, 'finally.'
mdni ! sweat, overstimulation, in public, begging, dry humping
part of it was probably the post-show adrenaline, eddie had to be high energy when he was on stage, and when he left he was full of a manic exhaustion that left him bouncy and clumsy all at once. he was drenched in sweat and it was nearly too easy to tug him back to the dressing room whilst the rest of the band were busy breaking down their equipment and getting ready to go home or go get drunk. eddie had come willingly.
now he was pressed up against the door of the room, rolling his hips against yours desperately and moaning loudly around the palm pressed against his mouth, trying uselessly to keep him quiet. his voice was already hoarse, a little broken from screaming for an hour on stage, but it was only breaking more with each needy shout.
you were so hard it ached, your cock pressing against the front of your jeans, but you knew what the metalhead needed after a show and it wasn't a quick fuck. he needed to be wrung out and squeezed dry until his body was just as tired as his brain. your free hand moved between your bodies and pressed into his own hard length, only working faster as eddie jolted and cried out.
he had cum once already, a stain forming on his trousers, and his humping was getting messy with how bad he wanted more. his movements were jerky, like he couldn't decide whether to lean into the pleasure or try and escape the teetering edge of being overstimulated. your hands both stopped what they were doing and grabbed his skinny hips, smoothing out the roll of his body and forcing him to endure how good it felt, smiling as his yells turned into mewling whines.
'it's too much– please– right there holy–' eddie's voice climbed higher and his hands scrabbled at your shoulders before sinking into your hair as he came again, whining at the feeling of more of a mess being made in his outfit. with strong arms still holding his hips, you spun him around until his chest was up against the door instead and dropped to your knees. his jeans slipped down easily over his body. the metalhead was still panting and trying to recover from his last orgasm whilst you swept your fingers through the sweat he was coated in and pressed the pad of one to his hole. teeth sunk into the meat of his ass cheek, 'and yet we aren't even done, baby.'
he had known what he was doing, smirking into the sea of reporters like he always did and laughing through his dry humour about how you were basically redundant — an employee paid to sit in the car like a good dog — before turning tail and slinking back to your side to be guided to the fancy car that someone else was driving. you had already texted him to roll up the privacy divider and cover his ears if he didn't wanna hear anything.
'who's the good dog now?' you asked and slapped the billionaire's cheek hard enough to make his head turn to the side. tony looked good on his knees between yours, drooling around the two fingers you were holding inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. he grinned and bobbed his head a little, choking and ignoring it like the slut he was. his hips were moving, jumping every so often as he humped the air. the hand that had slapped him cupped his cheek and you felt more than heard tony groan around your fingers, 'my mistake honey — you're my bitch — aren't you ?'
his hands pawed at the front of your slacks and you wrapped fingers into his hair, tugging hard enough to pull him away and unzipping them yourself, jacking your cock a few times as you watched his eyes go dark with want. the drool that had been slipping past your fingers was falling, unashamedly, down his chin now.
'come on,' he tried to hurry you, leaning against the hand in his hair until he was straining to try and lick at your dick. he was trapped in his head now, so desperate to get fucked, that he didn't care how pissed off you were getting. his hips ground against the very tip of your shoe, 'you're already hard for me, at least impress me with one of the things I pay you for.'
your grin was savage and you leaned down, licking your way into tony's mouth alongside your fingers and fucking it with your tongue.
'you don't get this because you pay me, baby,' you snarled and started to slowly feed your cock into his mouth, watching as his red lips stretched around the fat head. you lifted your foot, letting tony roll his own dick into it over and over again like the pathetic whore he was, 'you get that because you're my bitch in heat.'
he was sweating, nearly writhing on the bed. the inside of the backs of his thick thighs were a bright pink on firm skin from rubbing against you. frank was trying not to move too much but it was difficult when his cock was caught — dribbling precum onto the sheets — between the bed and the hard press of your arm pinning him down. he groaned, teeth sinking into the pillow his hands were fisting, and his brown eyes squeezed tight shut. you were doing something to his hole that made his legs fall more open and try to clamp shut around you all at once. it was unbearable and frank would shoot you if you tried to stop.
he shouted out at the brush of teeth at his rim as your head moved further down, whimpering and tensing when your tongue, firm and insistent licked over his taint. the dark haired man ground down, desperate for more friction against his cock. your mouth moved and you sucked a dark bruise into the soft flesh at the base of one of his cheeks.
unexpectedly, you pressed one finger into him and groaned into his salt slick skin at the way he automatically clamped down around the intrusion. your head moved back and flickered ununiform stripes across him, around the second finger pressing forwards to join the first; past that tight ring of muscle and the mercenary shouted out, the bed underneath him getting sticky with the mess he was making.
'baby— please— I gotta cum, you gotta let me cum —' frank babbled and turned his head, trying to peer over his shoulder to find your eyes so far behind him. he was so pretty like this, big puppydog eyes blown wide and hair messy from tugging his own fingers through it over and over again. his face was streaked red and a little shiny, wet with drool and tears.
with renewed vigour you sunk your tongue into him alongside those fingers, now crooking to stroke softly across the bundle of nerves that sat just inside of him. his cock spasmed, dripping with pre at the feel of your savage smile against his hole, whines tumbling from his mouth.
mdni ! afab will graham, riding, choking, hair-pulling, spanking, overstimulation
his hand found your throat easily, wantingly. it was will graham's way, always, to keep his violence at the ready. as much as he was your rude southern gentleman when you were sipping cheap whiskey on the porch, he had teeth that craved to tear at flesh and gnaw bone; especially now, sat on your thighs with his shirt open and falling off of his otherwise bare body, rising and falling slowly enough to match his breathing. he was a fisherman, willing to wait for a snap, even with gasping moans being drawn from him near unwittingly with each stab of your dick inside him.
nails, trimmed short, raked up his back and fisted into the hair at the back of his neck. curls tangled across your fingers. a ragged grin slashed its way across will's face and he grunted, moving faster and clenching around your cock. he fell forward, movements devolving into frantic humping in an attempt to reach his climax. his own nails dug into the sides of your throat and seemed to try to draw blood.
you kept one dextrous hand playing with his clit, thumbing over it in easy, fluid, motions even as pain spiked through your system. your other hand fell hard from his hair to hit hard against his ass cheeks, bare and bouncing as he rode you, suddenly desperate. will cried out and ground down further against your other palm at the slap, squeezing deliciously around your cock; the tight, deep heat fluttering before pressing hard. his legs, coarse with hair, pressed hard into your outer thighs and he grovelled in your ear, 'I'm going to cum, keep going, fuck —'
his whole body tensed up and he whined, loud and clear even over the suddenly unsteady rhythm of the rise and fall of his chest. his hole clamped around you and his teeth dug into your shoulder to muffle his cries as he came with a rush of slick.
the body weight on top of yours went slack and will turned into a mess of tears as you continued to use him, lifting his hips to keep him moving even after he stopped. the patient fisherman was selfish after he caught his fill, but you wanted your take as well. his hand around your throat tightened as you pushed his peak further and further past its edge. it was the lightheadedness paired with the clamping of his walls around you that finally pushed you over your own edge and will pawed at you as you came inside him, pumping him full and holding him down against you.
he panted, that same knife slash smile back again, shameless with his head tilted back, still panting softly, 'I'm gonna start to think you like it if you keep letting me choke you like that.'
