robby and his huge hands slapping and teasing and playing with your pussy/clit?? my god.
Sometimes you just get so fucking slutty for him. You want him to be a little mean, and, as it happens, Robby is very good at being mean.
Ring and middle fingers in your cunt, he’s got a vibrator against your clit, turned up to a frequency that would usually make you squeak and wiggle, but you’re past that point.
Delirious with pleasure, you just moan, spread your legs farther, arch your back as your orgasm crests then pulls you under its waves.
The overstimulation sets in once the last few pulses subside, and you return to your cute, whiny self.
“Robbyyy, st—wait—”
“I know you aren’t tryin’ to tell me what to do,” he warns, pulling his fingers from your puffy pussy.
You know it isn’t to give you a break, and he sees you tense when you try to brace yourself for whatever he’s about to do, but you’re still unprepared when he moves the vibrator off your clit, leaving the hard little bud vulnerable to every slap he lands on it.
The noise of surprise that tears through you can only be described as a shriek, short and pitchy and making Robby’s cock twitch.
Every time his fingers make contact, it makes slick and squirt spray from you, even more when he skates his hand back and forth in short, quick sweeps, your clit catching between his calloused fingers with every slide.
Your whole body quakes, chaotic twitches and jerks as Robby continues his assault, switching between the swift glides and harsh slaps.
He scoffs when he notices your eyes streaming, rivers running down to the hair at your temples.
All he does is shake his head, gruffs, “the crocodile tears aren’t too convincing when your pussy keeps squirting all over my hand—making a fuckin’ mess. Who do you think’s gonna have to clean all this up?”
(Robby will. He’ll change the sheets and hold you in the shower and tell you everything you need to hear to make up for what he’s doing now, but you like him like this. Sometimes you even need him like this.)
“I’m s-sorry,” you cry, whimpering when he takes special care to pull your clitoral hood back to land a few slaps to every little nerve ending.
“Don’t be sorry,” he grunts, “just cum for me again.”
based off p!link (use vpn if blocked) | warnings: sub!andrew, reader has afab genitals and implied breasts but not explictly stated, mommy kink, hyperspermia, early ejaculation, rejected hand holding, andrew is bad at words, andrew refers to himself as pope when hes disappointed/irritated with himself, so much precum, ripped panties
andrews hands curl around the dip of your inner thighs, thumbs brushing over the edges of your underwear as his drooling cock slides over your covered slit repeatedly. the thin fabric is clinging to your cunt with all the precum and slick dribbling with every heavy pass. breathy groans echo throughout your bedroom when his cock slips and catches on the edge of your panties causing his thumb to press his length back to angle the tip against your puffy clit.
“andy, do that again.” the order punches out of your chest and cuts off andrews own heavy panting. his hips stutter at the sudden command before his hand presses the head of his cock closer and the other lifts the sticky fabric to ease his languid thrusts. “mhm,” you gasp at the constant nudging to your bundle of nerves, your eyes screwing shut as you try to speak again, “mommy feels—mommys feeling so good.”
you can barely continue praising him when a loud rip has your head lifting just in time to see the patterned fabric being pulled back enough to make a hole at the center of your cunt. andrew doesnt speak when his cock retreats from underneath the edge of your panties to snugly push its way through. he ignores the surprised call of his name and curls a finger into the seams of the hole, ripping it further to reveal the entirety of your soaked pussy. “had to.” he mumbles under his breath, “will buy mommy more.”
you try to reach out to pull andrew closer to kiss, but he pushes your hand away to focus on thumbing over your clit and thrusting himself into your tight hole. “baby, dont—” you try to pull him closer again, but his hand is instantly slapping you away, “andrew, stop—” “please, please let me do this.” time feels like it has stopped; andrews hips still as you contemplate his words, staring at him and panting an ‘okay’.
its all he needs to curl his hand into the remaining fabric at your mound and go back into the rhythm of snapping his hips into your own. it feels animalistic, the way andrew fucks into you, grunts and heavy breaths leaving as youre pulled onto his cock harshly. its not surprising how quiet he is. andrew always spoke with his facial expressions and actions.
your face burns at the slap of skin and lewd squelching between the two of you; getting warmer when his hand reaches out in the direction of your chest to grasp onto his favorite part of you, but his orgasm stops him prematurely. you both gasp at how quickly he had came; reminiscent of the first few times you had been intimate with each other. andrews expression crumbles as he pulls out and ropes of cum continue to paint your messy pussy and destroyed panties, “popes sorry, so sorry, mommy.”
based off this p!link | tw: sub!andrew, dom!reader, reader has breasts, andrew wants eye contact when he orgasms, edging, dacryphilia, mommy kink, nipple play
"close?" the response from andrew is breathy against your chest, a 'yeah' slipping between the heavy panting and repeated nods, thighs twitching at the continued movements of your hand. "just a little longer, baby," the soft coo of your words doesnt stop his hand frantically tapping between your breasts to physically warn you, but you ignore him to watch his muscles tighten and his face shift into your shoulder before completely dropping his cock.
andrew stays completely tense against you inhaling sharply as his cock stands tall and drools over his abdomen. you stay quiet to let him console himself with the overwhelming shocks of denying his orgasm, senses focused on the rapid movement of his chest and the quivering sobs pressing onto your bare skin. a couple of minutes pass before he grows limp again in your lap and mumbles, "ready."
your slick hand raises slowly to catch the pathetic jerk of his hips, teasing the anticipation spreading within his chest. sweet praise leaves you the second his lips curl around your nipple once your hand starts to finally move over the length of his weeping cock, the slide quickening faster than andrew could expect. its like a domino effect that follows instantly the tensing coupled with the flat of his tongue halting against your bud for a broken whine to escape when you dont deny him again like he was expecting.
"mommy, look—look at me." you tilt your head down in time to see him beg against your tit for your complete attention, "please."
no pronouns used, but reader has breasts + implied female genitalia + cassie refers to reader as baby girl once | warnings: tipsy service dom cassie, exhibitionism, biting, italy vacation trip with cassie
for: @beaniepuppypaws <3
it had been a great evening, sipping wine while over looking the ionian sea, listening to the italian chatter and bossa nova tunes swirling in the atmosphere, and being attached to cassie mckays side the entire time. flowers of red blooming on your cheeks at each of her head thrown back laughter and every time her hands found purchase on your bare thigh or hip to bring you impossibly closer to whisper just beneath your ear and sealing it with a sweet kiss afterwards.
the clear blue sky was starting to dim with darkness, streetlights flicking and lighting your stumbling feet down the sidewalk, away from the other tourists still dining. thats when you feel it; a warm hand crawling its way underneath the back of your thin shirt, finger tips brushing over the clasp of your bra repeatedly. your conversation with cassie doesnt cease as her thumb trails over your spine, speaking of how great this vacation has been with a dazed look on her face. “youve been glowing since we arrived, cas.” she chuckles at the compliment leaving your lips as fact, “feel like its still missing something yknow?”
you barely get a chance to respond when your attention returns to her fingers sliding under the cup of your bra to gently squeeze your left tit in her hand before thumbing over your hardened nipple. “cassie, what are you doing?” she doesnt respond until your walking is steered away from the sidewalk towards an unlit alley, “think i understand whats been missing.” her arm uncurls from around your back to gently push you against the concrete building and quickly dips underneath your shirt to pull your bra even higher on your chest to see your breasts escape into her awaiting hands.
“cass—” youre immediately cut off by cassies mouth finding your own, the taste of sweet red wine slipping off of her tongue and melding with the strawberries you had eaten moments earlier. “too crowded, cassie. we cant do—” her forehead presses onto yours, “please, please, give me this.” fingers curl around your sides, eyes screwed shut with desperation, “baby, please. ill-ill make it worth the fuss.” “okay.”
it happens so fast—the kiss to your forehead, her head dipping to suck marks into your chest, and her hand easily finding its way beneath your underwear in the soaked place it belongs. cassies fingers trail over the slick as she bites into the fat of your tit, her knee pressing forward to push your shaky legs apart to give her hand more space to finally slip into your sopping hole. your hand leaves her shoulder to hide the small noises escaping your parted lips once you notice people passing by the alleyway just like the both of you should have.
“so wet, god.” the relief in her words have you gasping around your knuckles, “baby girl.” the endearment cracks with an added sob from the auburn women. this cassie, this level of desperation from cassie is new to you. the warmth in your gut and cheeks only grows when cassie pulls her hand free to push her wet fingers past her lips to audibly suck and moan. she soon becomes a mess of spit when you grasp the gold chain glinting against the collar of her shirt and pull her to your mouth again, the kiss an even bigger mess of drool, her fingers, and the remainder of your slick.
she reluctantly pulls away with a whine to begin kneeling in front of you. “this is what was missing.” her sheepish smile pulls a groan out of you at her hands undoing your shorts to what she needs, oh so badly.
jack likes to mock you (part two) | part one here x
“gosh, look at you… drooling’ outta both ends today, huh? i really feel that good?”
cheek trapped against the pillow you whine, and that’s all you can do given the position. jack has his hand against the side of your head, pressing just hard enough to pin you into the mattress. his other arm, veined with a flexed bicep helping keep his balance while his cock is wedged inside your hole that keeps oozing out the sap of your undeniable fervor. creaming him extensively and more than he ever seen, jack bites at his lip ‘cause it looks like the stuff made out of dreams… and feels even better.
“must be doin’ something right, huh, doll? at this rate, you’re gonna leak out the entire ocean before ‘m done with you.”
there’s a smile in jack’s voice, you can feel it despite not being able to turn your head. it warps his voice plain as day, topping it off with the tone he uses when he feels like messing with you. no doubt further garnished with the ghost of a smirk.
when you try to speak, jack gifts you a particularly deep thrust. nudging his hips all the way against your ass, he presses until you squirm and forget how to form a sentence all over again.
“what was that?” jack asks with a fake frown, leaning a little to peek at your face. “couldn’t hear you, gorgeous. gotta speak up. use your words.”
feeling particularly cruel, jack drags his cock out of you until his head is all that remains inside you, pretending like he’s gonna give you a chance to at least try and string together a few coherent words. then plunging right back into your heat and keeping the pace with wet smacks of skin and a delighted groan.
you sound out at the feeling, not quite how you mean to but it’s all the same to the man who sinks his entire weight onto you during every thrust.
your wails force a little smile onto jack’s lips. he still got your head secured to the bed as he fucks you with even, milking strokes. panting but remaining in near perfect form.
“that’s more like it, see? i mean, i still can’t understand you but at least i get to hear that pretty voice.”
you can’t help but get louder when you come and instead of stopping, jack releases your head and slinks an arm around the front of your shoulder. fully anchoring you to the mattress with a collapse of his figure against yours and hugging you close. pounding you with messy strokes and grunted rasps at the side of your ear.
when he feels himself getting close, jack falls into the old habit of parroting whatever sobbed curses slip from you. loving the game.
“j-jack, fuck—”
“oh, ‘jack, fuuuck—what’s wrong? what is it, huh? need me or somethin’?”
“harder, please—ah.”
“‘harder, harder,’ you sure, baby? should be careful what you ask for…”
jack does it for you anyway, and loses himself a little at the feeling. surfing on the sound of your moans and eyes rolling at the hot, tightening feeling just below his stomach.
when he breaks, it’s beautiful. noises are coming from both of you now as jack drags another orgasm from your shaking body that weaves well with his own. his cock gushes and spurts for longer than he expects, cum filling you as much as it can before spilling out of you and around the base of his cock. he doesn’t stop—he can’t stop—until you’re both far past breathless and completely spent.
in the haze, jack manages to maneuver and press a wet kiss into your ear before sagging back into you. mumbling something like give him a few minutes ‘n then he’ll flip you over. clean you up.
˚✧˖˳ᡣ𐭩˖˳✧˚ a good show || dr jack abbot x reader x dr robby
kinktober 2025 | day 3: exhibitionism
MDNI || word count: 1.7k || warnings: fem/afab reader (reader is called girl, has afab genitalia), poc inclusive, dom jack, jack talks you through it, no use of Y/N, orgasm control, a little cucky
summary: Jack and Reader have an arrangement with Robby.
a/n: this isn’t a day late what are you talking about (but fr I was so busy yesterday and this one came out longer than I thought it would). Enjoy!
Jack Abbot, who just can’t help showing off his pretty girl to Robby. Robby, who comes over to your and Jack’s shared apartment after a rough shift. All of your shifts rarely line up in such a way that you all have a free night (or morning, you’re not picky). The three of you are like ships in the night, just barely missing each other. But Robby has a key hook of his own, a shelf in the closet, and at least three travel mugs in the kitchen. You know that Jack and Robby have talked about it, but Robby feels like he’s intruding on your lives. Nevertheless, you and Jack do your best to make him feel welcome.
You’ve never discussed the rules (Robby’s rules, at least), but they go like this:
Only when all three of you are present.
Only for relief, when there’s a plausible excuse.
Only when Robby can’t touch.
It’s a scene you’ve played out many times before, but this is how this one goes:
The two of you (yourself and Jack) shuck off each other’s clothes. You’re antsy, and normally you’d demand his cock as soon as his shirt hit the floor, but today you have an audience. Jack wants to take his time, and you know that Robby likes to see everything. In lieu of contact, he’ll take the sight of muscles straining under flushed skin.
You and Jack sit up on the bed, Jack below you as you grind against his thigh. Jack’s punishing grip on your hips forces a slow pace. You pretend not to notice the voyeur in the room, sitting in the chair to the side, but you can feel the force of his eyes on your bodies.
Suddenly, Jack jerks his knee upwards, destabilizing your rhythm. You gasp as the motion makes you fall forward, and you just barely catch yourself, hands planted on his firm chest. You frown down at him, but the look he gives back is so condescendingly sweet that you barely catch his next words.
“Isn’t my girl so pretty?”
He’s talking to Robby, treating you like you’re not even there. The dismissal makes a shock of heat pool in your lower stomach. Robby inhales sharply.
You sneak a peek at him. His legs are spread wide, bulge becoming increasingly obvious. A glass of whiskey hangs from his hand, dangling before he takes a sip. You’re like his own private show. Your eyes darken as he fixates on the way your tits are pressed against Jack’s chest. His gaze shoots up to meet yours only briefly before going back down. He grinds the heel of his other hand into his crotch, groaning as Jack makes you start moving again.
“Yeah, real fuckin’ pretty,” he grunts.
Jack’s hand grabs your chin, turning you back to face him.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
You nod, the movement hindered by his grip. You’re already falling into a hazy mindset, spurred on by the way Jack completely controls your body. It reminds you of the way he moves around the ER: pure unthreatened confidence earned by years of experience.
“Don’t look at him. Not yet.”
You hum in agreement. Jack smiles.
“Good girl.”
Both your and Robby’s voices sound out into the air, matching moans, but you follow the rules. You don’t look over.
Jack captures your lips in a searing kiss, one hand on the back of your skull, guiding you every which way he wants. Jack’s tongue thrusts into your mouth, immediately overwhelming. Your fingers comb through his salt and pepper hair as if searching for an anchor point to keep you attached to the world. His other hand slowly slides from your hip to the base of your spine, two fingers pushing down gently. You take the silent correction in stride, arching your back to give Robby a better view as you move against Jack, chasing friction against his thigh.
In the quiet of the bedroom, you hear a belt buckle being undone, metal clinking open, and leather slipping aside. Swiftly following is more fabric rustling, then the distinctive sound of a zipper being dragged down.
Jack pulls away for a moment, mouth red and wet as you both breathe heavily. He dives back in, moving your head up as he trails open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You want to look over. You know how big Robby’s cock is, even if you haven’t had the pleasure of feeling it. You know how wet he gets. You could sneak a peek at where you now hear slick, rhythmic sounds. You don’t.
Jack bites hard on your shoulder. Your face screws up in pain, and you gasp, looking down at him. Jack’s gaze, however, is fixed across the slope of your nape, eyes locked (you assume) on Robby. In your shock, you had dug your nails into his shoulders and now released him. Small, red crescent moons remain, and you know they’ll leave marks tomorrow. Jack keeps teasing the skin between his teeth, but his eyes never move from Robby. He detaches for just a moment to grab the curve of your ass.
“Up,” he commands, whispering against your ear.
You raise your hips and feel the press of Jack between your thighs.
“Down.”
The breath is punched from your lungs as you sink slowly onto his cock, the stretch perfect. Every time you have sex, it’s like you realize suddenly how empty you’d felt, how much you craved the feeling of him inside you. Although you’re plenty wet, it takes a while to get him fully inside. He’s got an average length, but he’s thick, and the stretch teeters on the edge of burning. You whimper a bit when you finally bottom out, rolling your hips in tiny, short motions to get used to the sensation. Jack gives you the time to settle in, his thumb lazily drawing circles around your clit. Finally, you lift again until there’s just the tip, waiting for his nod, then you sink back down. You start riding him in earnest, already plenty worked up.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Come on, sweetheart. You’ve got it.”
You keen at the terms of endearment. All you can feel is his length inside of you, his hands touching you, setting the pace, and his raspy voice in your ear urging you closer and closer to orgasm. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, nails digging into his chest as you rise and fall.
“Yeah, nice and deep, just like that. Put on a good show,” Jack continues.
The room fills with your moaning and the sound of skin against skin and it’s just too much. He’s hitting all the right parts inside of you, hitting those deep points that you just can’t reach yourself. You gasp, about to warn Jack that you’re close, but you’re interrupted by Robby.
“Fuck, do you always sound this needy when you’re being fucked?” He sounds absolutely breathless, like it’s his cock you’re bouncing on.
Yes, the answer is yes, and he knows that. You know that he knows that.
Jack groans, then laughs.
“You already know the answer, friend. You already know how messy and fucked out our girl gets, don’t you?”
Our girl. Our girl. Our girl.
The words reverberate in your head, filling it up until it’s all you can think about. You move faster and start to hear inhuman noises that might just be you.
“Fucking hell, Jack,” Robby says, his hand moving faster to match your punishing pace. He sounds absolutely wrecked, and you want so badly to be allowed to look, to see him as he comes. You want to be between them, pressure and pleasure from all sides.
“Jack,” you choke out. “I’m gonna– I need to…fuck! I’m gonna come, Jack.”
He pulls your head back from his shoulder and kisses you like he needs it to breathe. He pulls back and, eyes boring into yours, instructs you one last time.
“Look at Robby when you come.”
Your heart stutters in your chest at the permission, battling between euphoria, shame, and arousal. You nod, still moving and so close, then Jack grabs your chin between his index and thumb and turns your head, forcing you to look. You make eye contact with Robby and only have a split second to take in the sight of the older man, chest heaving and hand working furiously over his weeping cock, before you’re clenching around Jack and coming the hardest you have in months.
You lose track of time, caught in the resounding waves of pleasure, but when you come back it’s to the feeling of Jack pounding into your tight heat until he comes deep inside. You shudder through the last remnants of your orgasm, shivering at the familiar sensation of his come starting to drip out of you. You look over to Robby and, with some disappointment, realize he’s already come on his chest. There’s a lot of it. There always is. You pout a bit, an indulgent, petulant thing.
“I didn’t get to see you come,” you sigh.
The two men laugh at you.
“Give me like twenty minutes, and you might get another chance.”
The heat of the moment makes you bold.
“Fifteen minutes and this time you actually fuck me.”
Robby and Jack look at each other above your head, one face surprised and the other not. Jack lays a possessive hand on your ass, grinding you further into him. All three of you inhale sharply, but then he lifts you off of him. He settles further back into the pillows and gestures for you to lie on your back between his legs. Robby watches, transfixed.
“Well, friend, if you’re going to fuck her, then the least you could do is clean up our girl.”
Jack’s hands sneak underneath your knees and pull them open, exposing the mess between your legs to the other man. There’s a moment, just a moment, when you’re worried that Robby will say no, vulnerable and exposed as you are. You breathe heavily. Then finally, finally, Robby joins the two of you in bed.
no pronouns used | warnings: pervy sub peter, sonmophilia, thigh fucking, peter snuck into your apartment after a night patrol
peters forearm is resting against your head as he hovers above your sleeping body, muscular legs settles around your relaxed thigh; the position angled perfect enough that his hardness drags down your hip. hes too enraptured in chasing his high that when you shift underneath him to pull the covers closer, the arm holding him above you quivers, “oh fuck, just letting me fuck against you like this?” his words are all slurred and so breathless—hes just so close to cumming right on your silky pajamas.
peters muffling the rest of his noises behind the covers hes shoved into his mouth, dazed brown eyes remaining on you for as long as he can. he forces himself to stop thrusting every few minutes to not jostle the mattress too much with his enhanced strength effectively edging his release.
—
peter cant hold back any longer, heavy breaths and the once quiet whimpers grow louder, but he cant stop regardless of not wanting to wake you. the creeping feeling in the pitt of his stomach has him pushing up your pajama shirt before the logical part of his brain can scream at him to stop all of this.
your shirt is pushed up so high that it bunches up under your arms and his hand curls into it for leverage. his hips quicken again, his clothed cock pressing so deliciously against your warm skin, and the thought of rubbing his cum into your chest and leaving it to dry before swinging out of your room when morning breaks gets to him.
your head shifts back against the pillow revealing your neck begging to be marked and hes instantly scrambling to deflate his suit and pull his dripping cock out to fuck his fist until hes spurting all over your bare skin, “so fuck-fucking pretty, cant sto-stop cumming.”
buckys eyes fell shut as their thumb slowly moved into his mouth. he immediately parted his lips, his tongue instinctively moving to wrap around their digit as a moan rumbled through his chest.
"such a sweet boy, so eager to please." they cooed while pressing their thumb deeper into his mouth and tugging harder on his long hair. "miss being my pretty boy, dont you?" they tilted their head with a teasing smile as they pressed farther against buckys tongue to activate his reflex for a second before they pulled their finger from his mouth to swipe his saliva over his bottom lip.
they giggled as buckys lips instantly parted to allow their thumb back inside to press against his tongue again. “so perfect for me.” they praised while applying pressure into his slick mouth that was already starting to salivate the more they pressed against the middle of his tongue, “doing things before i ask.”
hearing them praise him sent a wave of pleasure through him, heating up his body and mind, and further clouding his thoughts. he mumbled incoherently around their thumb, a soft whine slipping wetly past the intrusion.
they lessened the pressure against buckys tongue to let him speak, “always forgot you cant talk with something nearly down your throat.” they teased as their thumb pulled out slightly to give him more space.
“shut up.” he mumbled against the tip of their thumb, his words coming out as an instant reaction more than anything with actual thought behind it.
a smile grew on their face at the mumbling, knowing bucky all too well. they had plenty of fun in the past pushing things past buckys lips—their fingers, their underwear, their strap just to name a few. “mmm, naughty words.” they tutted teasingly as they pulled their thumb farther from his mouth.
buckys eyes widened slightly, the loss of fullness only further adding to the neediness and desperation. his hands gripped their waist to try to pull them closer, needing to feel them pressed against him once more. “im-im sorry, just.” he started to mumble only for his words to end in whines, “please.”
“you still know your manners.” they hummed in surprise as they inched their slick thumb past his lips again. they werent one to punish bucky since he hardly ever acted bratty or stubborn in these moments. they moved their hand from the tight hold in his hair to push him closer to them by pressing a gentle hand against the small of his back.
they finally started to notice that the more they interacted, the more his interactions seemed sober. they pulled their thumb from his mouth and pressed into his lip, saliva dribbling from the corner of his parted lips. “mommys sweet boy is starting to sober up?”
bucky let out a soft whine at the loss of their thumb in his mouth again, his tongue immediatelly trying to chase after it. he tried to respond to their words, but all that left him was a choked moan and a small nod.
“that changes lots of things then.” they laughed as their hand moved from his back to his chest to push him flat against the sofa, blanket being trapped underneath him.
~
they removed his briefs after licking over the indents they left against his thigh. they brought their pointer and middle finger to tap at his bottom lip, “get them nice and wet for me.”
bucky immediately parted his lips at the sound of their order, chest rising quickly with each breath. he wrapped his tongue around their fingers, sucking and swirling to coat them with saliva, his eyes locked on their face the whole time.
“no hesitation to do what i order, such a precious boy.” they praised as they started to move their fingers back and forth into his mouth while pressing his thighs back with their free hand. they leaned forward, pressing against the back of his thighs, to coo as drool slowly dripped down his chin. they slowly pulled their fingers from his mouth and brushed the tips of their fingers against his lips. their gaze lowered as well as their hand as they circled his entrance and pressed a kiss to the side of his knee. “you know what to do, relax.”
can u please possibly do reader in subspace w peter parker or the marauders it’s okay if u cant but i love ur subspace marauders fics
note: i’ve never written for peter parker before so i’m gonna keep this one a little shorter, but that’s just until i can really learn to embody his character :)
warnings/content: peter parker x fem!reader, penetrative and protected sex, clit stim, degradation, subspace
“Yeah, baby you like that? You like being used?” Peter croons, rocking his hips into your own with such a fervor that the muscles of your abdomen are taught with the effort it takes to refrain from cumming right then and there.
“Y-Yeah,” You whine, a thick fog settling over your mind’s eye as he ruts into you like you’re a bitch in heat, the smooth planes of his abdominal muscles brushing against your backside with each deep thrust.
You’re on your left side, your left leg sprawled out on the mattress while Peter holds onto your right, his deft fingers melding bruises into the flesh of your thigh as he wreaks havoc on your pussy. “Take my cock, you filthy whore.”
It’s surprising, in complete honesty, how quickly his demeanor can transition from the sweet, happy-go-lucky boy everyone knows to this dominating persona that can be pulled out of nowhere.
But you’re not complaining as you babble on, gently jutting forward on the mattress with each deep pounding into your cunt, the defined curvature of his pelvic bone snapping against your thigh with such precision that you can feel an indent forming in the supple flesh.
“F-Fuck..” You whine as the tip of his cock creates exquisite friction against the spongy section of your inner walls that have fireworks parading across your line of vision.
His arms wind tighter around your right thigh as his hips snap into yours at a faster pace, the little tufts of hair that make up his happy trail dragging across your exposed clit and pulling you closer and closer to your forthcoming orgasm.
It’s a light at the end of the tunnel, the blotted luminescence dull at first and growing brighter with each piston of Peter’s hips into your slick heat. You’re so slick due to his rough ministrations that in addition to the exotic, audible sound of your skin slapping together, there’s a soft squelch as he fucks you into his mattress.
May is gone for the day, leaving the two of you to watch some old Star Wars movies, as such is what you told her was your plans when she departed to go to work, but now you’re slipping and you’re slipping fast.
“Want it so bad. Please, Pete, I have to-” You mewl quietly as you clench desperately around him, your fourth orgasm so suddenly glaringly bright against your closed lids.
“Take it.” Peter seethes through clenched teeth as he rocks into you. “Cum for me, yeah? Give it to me.” He grunts, reaching down with his left hand to thumb figure eights against your stiff bundle of nerves.
You allow a near-pornographic moan to slip from your tongue as white-hot heat washes over you, blanketing you in ten shades of exaltation until every part of you is trembling, from your head all the way down to your toes.
But the brunet is far from done; he’s still chasing his own orgasm with such fortitude that you’re practically begging him to give you some respite. Peter, however, doesn’t relent, knowing full well that you’re to use your safe word if dire circumstances call for such.
You’re reaching down with feeble fingers, your fingertips merely dancing across the sharp, muscled line that narrows down to his pelvis in a desperate effort for him to stop his torture on your cunt. “T-Too much!” You slur, the pleasure from your previous orgasm bleeding into a relative affliction that’s blossoming in the pit of your belly with every rough thrust.
“You’re gonna take it. Stop whining, you filthy thing. You begged for this, so stop talking.” Peter groans, his left hand now leaving your clit to drag up your torso.
With his enhanced ability has come enhanced stamina, and thus he could go for hours if oversensitivity was merely a concept, but alas it’s not, and here he is trying to get at least one more out of you while he achieves his own.
His slender fingers are curling around your jugular, the pad of his calloused thumb pressing into the sensitive vein running alongside your windpipe while he fucks into you.
“S’all you’re good for, hmm? Just my little plaything to fuck. Just a set of holes to satisfy me when I’m feeling horny.” Peter snarks as the coil in his belly begins to tighten tenfold.
You wish the words wouldn’t hit with such impact in the way that they do right now, but you’re doing your best to be the good girl when inside, you’re feeling a little bummy. Those little bouts of discomfort that are blooming inside your tummy are transitioning once again into euphoria as Peter lulls yet a fifth orgasm from you.
It’s not as explosive as the previous four Peter has managed to pull from you, but it hits just nearly as hard, with such explosive fortitude that you’re quite almost writhing underneath your boyfriend’s balmy touch. And with one last, final thrust against your overworked pussy he’s spilling inside the condom he wears.
He still pulls out, however, worried that with the euphoria that bleeds throughout his appendages that his cum spill out of the rubber. “Fuck.”
He’s back to the Peter you’ve come to know and love, his voice cracking with the strain of his vocal cords.
You release a whine with the sudden vacancy of his thick girth inside you as you turn over onto your belly, pressing yourself as close as possible into the soft mattress.
“What do you say?” Peter manages to breathe out as he rises from the bed, slipping off and disposing of the rubber as his chest heaves from the after-effects of such arduous intercourse.
“Thank you.” You murmur before you can hear the patter of feet behind you as Peter momentarily departs to go find a washcloth to clean you up, but in your bleary mindset, you’re terrified that he’s leaving forever, for you’ve been a very bad girl.
You slip off of the twin mattress, forcing yourself to brace your weight against his bedside table as you attempt to follow after him. You don’t say anything, worried that Peter will only grow frustrated with the sound of your voice.
But when the lanky boy returns, a pair of checkered boxers pulled taught over his hips, and a warm cloth in hand, he scrambles over quickly, desperately trying to get you back onto the mattress. “Hey hey hey.” His voice cracks once again as he lulls you back. “What are you doing standing up, pretty girl?”
“Thought you were leaving.” You blubber through a discontented whine, bracing yourself against the smooth muscles of his shoulders as he gently gets you to lie flat on your back.
“Why would I leave, baby?” He inquires innocently as he smooths the warm cloth over your thighs with a gentle sigh.
“Thought I was a bad girl. Just wanna be a good girl,” You whine quietly as you latch onto his forearm, digging crescent moons into the flesh as you desperately hang on with every bout of your strength.
Such strength barely phases the boy as his lips downturn into a sympathetic frown. “You slipping, my love? What’s wrong?” Pivoting in his spot, he sticks out an open palm to webshoot an old t-shirt hanging over his computer chair. Once he’s retrieved it, he slips it over your head, aiding in pulling your arms through the sleeves before he presses a soft kiss upon the tip of your nose.
“I’m not slipping.” You retaliate with a soft frown, eyebrows furrowing with frustration for such a comment. “I’m fine. I just didn’t want you to leave.” You grumble, rolling your eyes at the accusation.
Peter snorts, despite his best ability to refrain from doing so as he rolls his eyes. “Alright then, are you going to get mad if I try and -” He rises once again.
“No! Don’t leave.” You whine, tugging him back onto the mattress.
Peter only hums affectionately, allowing you to crawl onto his thick thighs and nose into his clavicle. “C’mon then, darling, come back for me. You’re alright. You did so well for me.”
“I don’t wanna just be a cum slut for you to use.” You whimper into the junction between his collarbone and jugular, sniffing to keep the foreboding tears at bay.
“Baby, you’re so much more to me than that. You mean so much to me, yeah? You’re my good girl, yeah? You always make me feel ways that no one else can. You’re so good, darling.” The freckled boy coos quietly, burying his fingers in your tresses and slowly massaging at your scalp to calm you down a bit.
You nod languidly into his neck, sniffing once again. “You promise?”
“Baby, you’re my best girl. No one makes me feel the way you do.”
You pull away, the tears having fallen despite your efforts against such and you watch as your boyfriend’s bottom lip juts out in a show of worry.
“Pretty girl,” He muses, drawing the pads of his thumbs over your rouging cheekbones to rid of the fallen tears before he encases your cheeks with his palms and pulls you closer so he can slot his lips over your own. “You’re everything to me. I promise with my whole heart.”
kinda need to ride gray haired tony stark and have him curl his arms around my back to keep me from moving as he pounds into me saying something depraved like “knew a whore like you couldnt keep up, too focused on my cock pressing deep inside you.”
they them pronouns used | warnings: college professor wanda/student reader, fighting for control, eventual dom reader, needy wanda, eager reader, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, degradation, light nipple play, roleplaying, oral in wandas classroom
tags: @httpsaliia @rosannadrinkstoforgetstarker
closing the last folder, wanda sets it down onto the table and looks up at them with a small smile. she cant help the way her eyes roam over their body, a hint of satisfaction in her smile. “how many times have I told you to not stay behind after the last student has left?” her tone gently chastising the younger standing in front of her desk.
they respond with a sheepish smile while tucking their chin, “i couldnt help it, you just look really good in that shirt.” their eyes flick to the older womans cleavage peeking through her burgundy long sleeve. their eyes flow over wandas fingers that trail over the peeking outline of her pink lace bra and the top button of her shirt. “couldnt stop looking every time you leaned over.”
a hum is let out from the older woman as she rounds her desk to stand between it and them. “you couldnt stop fantasizing, mhm?” her fingers pause at the button, tugging lightly at the material to reveal a little more.
a softer whine escapes at the sight of wandas bra and the valley of her breasts growing in front of them. “couldnt help thinking how badly i wanted to touch and suck…” their voice trails into a whisper as their hand reaches up to thumb over the revealed skin. “you know how much i love this bra on you.”
“are you going to keep admiring me or are you actually going to touch me?” wanda lets out a small chuckle, her free hand moving to undo another button.
they hum with a small huff of laughter as their hands move between her unbuttoned shirt to gently cup the lacy material of wandas bra, “youre so fucking impatient.” their thumbs caress her peaking nipple before they dip their head down to kiss her left breast just above the hem of the lace.
a gasp leaves wanda at the feeling of their hands on her, hands coming up to thread into their hair and hold their head against her breast. “seems like youre pretty eager to get your hands on me.”
“as if you werent bent over all class to show off what belongs to me.” they growl as their thumb tugs down wandas left cup to expose her entire breast. their eyes flick up to their professors face while their lips close around her nipple to suck gently on.
sounds of pleasure slip from wanda as their lips, tongue, and teeth tease her breast, her head tilting back as she lets out a moan. she pulls at their hair, tugging their head back to look up at her properly. their lips detach from wandas nipple at the tug to their locks, their tongue instantly peeking out to flatten against the hardened peak. the eye contact is intense and full of lust as they smirk at the redhead.
“gods, i should really send you to detention one day, for how often you misbehave in class.”
they pull away their tongue to laugh at wandas words, “are you trying to roleplay right now as i suck on your tit?” their hand continuing to cup her breast as their thumb raises to circle around the slick nub.
wandas expression slips into authority at their students joking, her voice growing lower in seriousness. “why dont you get on your knees in front of me.”
“professor maximoff has arrived.” they smile widely in faux innocence as they pinch the stiffened nub between their fingers before lowering to their knees. they preen under wandas commanding gaze, giggles failing to be stifled as they relax against their knees. their hands trail up wandas jeans to squeeze lightly at her thighs, “what are you going to do to me, professor?”
wandas taunting laugh doesnt stun them at all, knowing fully how mean she truly acted when she was in control. “you want to know what im going to do to you?” her lips form into a smirk as she grips their hair tight to move their head directly in front of her hips. their fingers squeeze tighter at wandas thighs as they fail to hold back their excitement as they start to giggle while theyre directed in front of wandas hips.
“youre so eager for this, arent you, honey?” the redhead moves her hand from the crown of their head to undo the button of her jeans before sitting onto her desk behind her.
they could almost feel their mouth watering in anticipation as they watched wandas fingers trail over her matching pink lace panties. “im always excited, professor.” they hum in delight at the fingers in their hair and wandas words, “just want to feel and taste you.”
“was made to be underneath you.” they mumble against the lace before their hands pushed at wandas hips to have her sit further up her desk.
wandas breathing quickens as her hands move to brace herself on the desk behind her, her gaze on their hands. “is that right, honey? you were made to get on your knees for me?”
they moan at the sight of the growing wet patch on wandas panties after pulling off her jeans, “made to eat pussy.” their vulgarity wasnt shocking at all since the redhead knew they had a naughty mouth.
“ill have to punish you for that naughty mouth of yours.” wanda says with a smirk, her teasing words coming out in a low and breathless tone as they nuzzle their nose against wet lace.
“shut up.” they laugh as they curl their arms around wanda thighs and teasingly lick at the already wet fabric, humming at the taste. their tongue flattens to lick another teasing stripe against the bright pink fabric, “just want to tear these off of you.”
the redhead gasps at the feeling of their tongue, her eyes squeezing shut at the touch, her breathing becoming more and more erratic by the second. every touch, every little tease, and every bit of contact just increases her desire and need for them, the younger student making her feel things she hasn’t before. “please, please.” wanda barely notices the pleads mumbling past her lips as her fingers squeezing tightly at the edge of the desk.
they look up in surprise at wandas incredibly needy response, their fingers moving her panties down her thighs gently. “never heard you this needy.” their eyes widen as they leans back in give a tentative lick to wandas slick folds, “have you been this wet all day?” her wetness was already dripping from her heat onto the desk underneath her.
the feeling of their tongue on her heat makes wandas back arch away from the desk, a needy moan leaving her throat as the wetness follows their tongue in sticky strands when they pull away. “fuck. since this-this morning.” she whines out as she makes eye contact with them again. the sight of her student between her legs the single hottest thing she’s seen in a long time.
“thats so hot.” they moan while their finger trails through wandas soaked folds, slick attaching to their finger tip as they pull it away and press it into their mouth to suck clean.
the sight of them being so turned on and so eager for wanda almost makes the professor lose her mind, “jesus, youre so hot.” her grip tightens even more against her desk, her knuckles turning white as her anticipation and need for them increases by the second.
they smiles at the compliment as they pull their clean finger from their tongue and push it back between wandas wet folds. they lean in to finally stop teasing and to start licking eagerly over her clit while their finger pushes into wandas squelching heat. they continue to lick up wandas wetness, eagerness growing at the older womans sounds of pleasure, before changing to sucking at her sensitive clit as they press in another finger to pump quickly into her. they curl their fingers and press upwards into wandas gspot as a sadistic idea pops in their head. there was only one time they had done this to the older women and the physical reaction made wanda so embarrassed.
the redhead almost screams in pleasure at the touch bringing her to the edge of an intense climax. she tightens her hands in their hair, her mouth dropping open as moans fall quickly from her lips. her body begins to tense and arch off the desk, her legs starting to tremble as they push her closer to the edge.
they could feel wanda clenching each time they thrusted against her gspot, knowing exactly what was going to happen. the clenching got stronger causing them to pull their fingers away and rub quickly over her clit, watery slick spraying out of her as she squirted with a scream.
wanda lets out a loud whimper when they pull away from her aching hole, the action stopping the impending climax and causing her thoughts to halt from the mix of pleasure and denial. “no, no, no. dont stop!“
they simply ignore the loud cries while pulling their fingers from wandas clit to start thrusting quickly into her her and focusing to aim at her gspot again. their free hand rests against her lower stomach to keep her from moving away from their touch.
wandas attempts to arch away from the desk at the harsh stimulation starting again, but the hand against her stomach just presses her flush against her desk. “no, no, its too-too rough.”
“shut up and take it.” they growled as they could feel the clenching around their fingers again. they continue to press against wandas squirming abdomen firmly as they pulls their fingers away to rub quickly over her clit again to make her squirt for the second time.
“no, please—” wandas pleading words are interrupted by a guttural moan as they quickly rub against her sensitive bud again, the overwhelming pleasure causing her to spray again, her whole body shaking from the intensity.
“gonna keep going til you physically cant anymore.” they taunt wanda as her wetness keeps spraying onto their tshirt. they press her further against the desk while their fingers easily enter wandas heat again.
wandas head falls back against the desk, her mind almost going blank at the words, the thought of being used and pushed to her limits like this causing her breath to catch in her throat. her bare thighs quiver harshly as slick droplets slip back to her core and the desk beneath her, “you cant, ill-” the red-head tries to speak, but her words are interrupted by another loud moan as she feels their fingers enter her again.
“youll what, wanda?” they mocked as their fingers pressed into her gspot again repeatedly to feel her clench. they dont get the chance to pull their fingers from wandas heat as she squirts all over their shirt again, her thighs trembling uncomfortably. “if only you could see yourself, wanda.”
the professors back arches off the desk again as her body shakes violently from the intense overstimulation, her words a mess of incoherent moans and wrecked sobs. she hazily look up at them with a mix of desperation in her eyes, the feeling of having lost control over herself both horrifying and insanely arousing to the older woman.
“i think you can do one more, dont you think so?” they taunted again as their fingers still didnt stop pumping into her heat regardless of her needy pleas that it was too much simulation. they dont respond as they move their hand holding wanda down to quickly rub over her clit as they thrusted against her gspot for double stimulation. tears pool underneath wandas chin the more she sobbed from the ongoing pleasure, her body feeling as if every nerve is catching on fire. they ignore and smile at her cries as they feel wanda clench the tightest she has since they started, her thighs stiffening as she squirts harshly into the air.
for a few moments, it seems like wandas brain has short circuited, her eyes rolling back as they continue their movements to wring the last intense climax from her body. they pull their fingers away at the slurred pleas and raise to their feet to lean over wanda. they dont touch her as she continues to shake from the orgasm, “did so well, professor maximoff.”
hi honey bunnies, im ninety percent done with the needy college professor wanda maximoff and eager student reader smut! i only have a few paragraphs and then revising :))
heres a sneak peek:
their eyes widen as they lean back in to give a tentative lick to wandas slick folds, “have you been this wet all day?” her wetness was already dripping from her heat onto the desk underneath her.
the feeling of their tongue against her makes wandas back arch away from the desk, a needy moan leaving her throat as the wetness follows their tongue in sticky strands when they pull away. “fuck. since this-this morning.” she whines out as she makes eye contact with them again. the sight of her student between her legs the single hottest thing she’s seen in a long time.
they them pronouns used | warnings: dom reader, sub bucky, mommy kink, degrading, rimming, fingering, spitting, overstimulation, couch sex?
“want mommy here?” their pointer finger brushed over buckys back entrance, “on your sopping wet and dirty hole?” they taunted him as their thumb pulled at his cheek to open his entrance to them for a moment before they looked back at his face.
buckys breath caught in his throat, his voice quiet and shaky as he spoke. "ye-yes, mommy. i need you to-to-“ his words trailed off as he gasped harshly at their next action.
they leaned forward to spit on his entrance before moving their finger over the gathered saliva and pushing it between the rings of muscle, “such a sweet boy wants naughty things.”
“so sad you dont have a pussy.” they taunted as their finger slid out to gather more saliva from their outstretched tongue to press inside, “youd squirt and drip all over the couch.” their words were vulgar while they kept their gaze on buckys entrance that was trailing with their spit.
embarrassment and shame swam through his chest at their nonchalance while speaking so degradingly, his breath still coming out in ragged gasps. “i don-dont need a-“
they leaned forward to teasingly lick at the underside of his hardened length, “you wouldnt want mommy to play with your pretty pink pussy?” their finger circled his entrance again before dipping inside and thrusting slow and deep.
their lips formed into a smirk as they watched flush grow even darker on buckys face the more they spoke vulgarly. “wouldnt want mommy to finger fuck you until you squirt all over me?” their finger curled upwards while they slowly dragged the digit out to press into his sensitive spot.
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“didnt you want this? wanted mommy to do dirty things to you?” the taunts returned as their hand moved from buckys hardening length to his thigh to keep him from bucking too hard onto their fingers. his muscles trembled underneath their moving fingers, the overwhelming pain and pleasure mixing.
“its too-too much.” his words forming around a mess of whines and sobs as their fingers started to quicken at his noises of pleasure.
“look how hard youre getting. i thought it was too much, james?” their hand against his thigh starts to trail towards his rear to spread his entrance wider for them to tongue over alongside their thrusting fingers.
do i write about reader sadistically pressing their fingertips into peters wound as they stroke him OR reader teaching inexperienced peter how to pleasure himself properly…
peter climbing into ur lap n instantly rocking his hips against your thigh n u IGNORE HIS WHINES N SOBS TO BE TOUCHED!!!! his fingers curl around ur shirt as he struggles to cum!!!
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