#date everything smut

[m4mmonthebest]

All up in their pussies...

[pervoshi]

volt absolutely adores brats.

he loves seeing you talk back — how you roll your eyes and suck your teeth whenever you don’t get your way.

but, he can never fully punish for you, he always lets you get what you want in the end.

that’s where eddie comes into play.

the poor man already has no patience, so having to deal with your brattiness?

it nearly drives him insane.

purposely knocking over a drink, making out with volt at the bar, teasing him while he’s working —

he could barely hold it together until the breaker box was closed.

eddie knew that volt was too easy on for his own good, it was just his nature.

well, unluckily for you, eddie didn’t take disobedience lightly.

he’d bend you over his lap, shoving down your pants before landing a heavy slap to your ass.

“always being a fuckin’ brat,”

another slap, harder this time, and you swore you could feel the slightest zap of electricity.

“volt thinks it’s cute, but me?”

eddie’s free hand tangles in your hair, yanking it so you could look up at him.

“i think brats like you need to be taught lesson.”

he’d slap, pinch, and zap your ass until it was raw.

“s—so mean!” you whined out, a visible smirk on your face, testing the man even further.

“mean?” eddie scoffed out, moving his hand to squish the fat of your cheeks together.

“you haven’t seen mean yet, brat.”

[sugxto]

power play - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: Eddie only has one rule: no fucking in the bar. And of course, he finds you and Volt breaking it. He can't have that.

⋆wc: 3.3k

⋆cw: m/m/afab threesome, light dom/sub undertones, erotic electrostimulation, mentions of alcohol consumption, blowjobs, finger fucking.

⋆notes: reader insert uses g/n pronouns and is not described with feminine attributes. AFAB genitalia, mention of breasts, terms used include hole, entrance, cunt and clit. no spoilers for any of the routes, I suppose, but it is a more established relationship. the first 65% of this is volt/reader, with eddie/volt/reader in the later half. e/v masterlist.

⋆snippet:

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?” Eddie’s voice is harsh, methodical, but level. He usually only sounds like this when he’s kicking out Kristof for starting a fight, or when he notices you doing something even mildly off-kilter when fixing up the club. It’s a dangerous tone.

Neither of you speak immediately. You can't even bring yourself to meet Volt’s eyes; you’re focused solely on Eddie, and how still, how charged he is.

“Are either of you going to fucking say anything?” His grip tightens on Volt’s hair, and Volt nearly stumbles back.

power play

“Does he have to perform every night, though?”

You’re wiping down the bar, Volt expertly throwing a shaker around before grabbing two glasses for the concoction he’s crafting. The liquid fills the tumblers, and he starts to pluck out some cherries from a bowl.

“We have an open-mic policy, darling,” Volt says as he pushes a glass in your direction. Nevermind that it pulls a few drops of spilled whiskey over where you’d just run your rag over.

You sigh, eyeing Volt with annoyance, but he ignores you in favor of having a long sip from his glass. “But it’s almost like you need a sign for him,” you say as you round the bar to sit. You punctuate your words with a wave of the hand, like you’re envisioning a marquee. “Johnny Splash: The Breaker Box Residency.”

Volt downs the whiskey sour, and you can’t help but catch a glance at how his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “After that disaster of his American Maestro audition,” he says, popping another cherry in his mouth, “I think he ought to still have somewhere he can feel comfortable performing, don’t you think?”

You nod, stealing a taste of your drink. “I just hope he’s not taking space from anyone else wanting to perform, is all.”

“Aww, spark,” Volt hums, shrugging off his overcoat and pushing his sleeves up like Eddie does for work. “What a darling thing you are.” He props his arms up against the bar, leaning towards you, mischief crackling in his white eyes.

You shrug as you swallow the cherry from your drink. “Don’t worry, I’m not going soft on you two.”

“I perish the thought.” He grins like a cat who’s finally cornered the canary. “I adore when you crackle around the edges like we do.”

You bite back a grin, and reach out to the bowl of cherries for another, when your hand is smacked away.

“Hey! I was -”

“I know, darling,” he breathes, impatience on his lips. You watch his long, silver fingers procure a cherry, and red juice drips down his thumb. “Allow me.”

His lightning brows quirk expectantly, and you fight back an eye roll as you open your mouth, protrude your tongue only a hint. When he places the cherry on your tongue, your lips wrap around his fingers, tingling your mouth. Daring a glance at his eyes, you run the tip of your tongue over his thumb, ensuring no juice is wasted, before pulling away with a lick of your lips.

The ends of Volt’s hair buzz and spark, and his eyes glisten.

(You’ve noticed, between your partners, their similarities and differences - where Eddie’s steel eyes will darken with want, Volt’s dial up their shine, like a lamp when you remove its shade. It’s noticeable enough even to an untrained, unknowing eye.)

“Enjoy that, live wire?” He rubs the pads of his thumb and finger together, making the smallest of sparks.

You say nothing, just take another sip without breaking his gaze.

“Hm,” he muses, standing upright again. “Shall I make you another cocktail?”

You blink in confusion, glancing down at the half-finished tumbler. “I haven’t finished yet.”

“No matter.”

His voice tells it is most certainly some sort of matter. “Volt -”

He turns, rummaging at a few bottles before deciding on a few, putting them to the side. When you finally catch a glimpse of his profile behind his shock of hair, his smile is saccharine.

“Yes, here we go,” he mutters to himself as bottles of simple syrup, bourbon, and lemon juice appear in front of you. No shakers, no strainers, just a grin that sends a shiver down your spine.

You gulp. You know that grin. You say again, a little harsher, “Volt -”

“Now now, live wire, no need for that. I’m just going to make you a cocktail, hm?” Volt cocks his head like he’s explaining a trick to a dog, trying as he might to play innocent.

“Yes but what do -”

Your voice stops with a gasp as, quick as lightning, Volt’s fingers find your jaw and press down on your cheeks to force your mouth open. The pressure is harsh, almost bordering on painful, and Volt’s palm rests fittingly under your chin. You find, almost instantly, your breath comes easier through your nose, and it’s unsteady when it comes out.

His hair is alive, bursts of light sparking close to your skin, and his eyes are wild. “Fear not, spark.” You see him reach for a bottle, his eyes not leaving your face. “I’m just making a cocktail.”

The tip of a bottle is cool on your lips, and sweetness flows into your mouth - but not too much, no no, just enough to cover your tongue.

“Very good, darling.” Volt coos, placing the bottle back on the bar and deftly grabbing the next. This one’s bourbon, you think, and the unmistakable scent wafts to your nostrils. It mixes with the syrup on your tongue, and this time, a few drops escape from the corners of your lips. You feel them, slowly, casually, journey down your chin, your neck, down the center of your chest and between your breasts, leaving a cool streak in their wake.

Volt chuckles approvingly as he allows a few drops of lemon juice to enter your mouth, resulting in even more spillover, and you moan, pleadingly, as your jaw starts to ache.

“Impatient, are we?” He licks his lips, leans forward across the bar so there’s only a hair of space between your lips and his. “You, live wire, look delectable.”

He cuts off your moan with his tongue, intruding on your rigidly held mouth, swiping long, hungry licks over the roof of your mouth, your tongue, lapping at the mixture of liquids he poured like a man parched. You whine, you moan, you plead with the only small sounds you can make. The taste is overwhelming, the liquid dribbles out of you rapidly now, and the combination of the droplets’ wet streaks and nearby electricity elicit goosebumps along your skin.

Volt’s fingers relax as he pulls away, releasing your jaw from his grip but keeping his hand on you (always on you). He sucks at your bottom lip, and you finally have enough control to swallow the remnants of the drink Volt missed. You whine again, still physically prevented from forming words.

He stops, and you swear you can hear the buzz of his charged eyes when they meet yours, white hot with lust. His thumb pets your chin, the tips of your noses kissing. “Did you want something, darling?”

Fuck this man.

Fuck this man.

Hm. That sounds like a good idea, actually.

You lunge forward, your whiskey-laced lips starving for Volt’s, and you grab at his vest with white-knuckled fists. He lets out a growl, a sound of pure want, and you feel his arms snake around you, encircle your waist, and you’re being hoisted forwards across the bar. The stool you sat in clatters to the ground, and you allow Volt to settle your ass on the bar, you lips never separating more than a breath.

Volt’s large hands singe at your waist, a delicious burn as he grips you tightly. You loosen your grip on his vest and wrap your arms around his neck at the same moment your legs lock around his hips, pressing his warm body to you. He rocks his hips between your thighs, and you gasp at how hard he already is, straining against his slacks.

“Fuck, Volt,” you sigh when his tongue journeys down your chin, your neck, licking up the trail of his “cocktail.” Your nails claw at the back of his neck, needing purchase wherever possible. He sucks at a spot at the base of your neck, and a shock surges from your spine straight to your clit. “Oh, oh, fuck…”

His voice reverberates in your neck when he hums in satisfaction. “Live wire,” he says, strained with lust, “I have to have you. Now.” As he says it, his hands deftly find the button of your pants and tug, and they’re gone in a lightning flash, your bare skin hitting the cold wood.

Yes, yes of course, who were you to say no to such need? You need him, needed this, right now, right here on the -

Bar.

Oh no.

You two were breaking Eddie’s one rule.

Your eyes fly open, and you try, feebly, to push Volt away. “Volt. Volt, the bar, Eddie -”

“Fuck Eddie.”

You groan, and you both love and hate that his voice makes you wetter. “He says no sex at the bar -”

“Last time I checked,” Volt’s hands palm the flesh of your thighs around his waist, sparks igniting at every inch they move, “this is our bar. And you, little spark, are ours as well. So, why shouldn’t I enjoy my share, hm?”

You weren’t going to win, you knew that, you rarely ever did with Volt, and the rational part of your brain had clocked out when you locked up after Johnny left. Because yeah, the boys were yours, and they always said the bar was just as much yours now too, so…

You’d just have to be extra attentive when you cleaned up, was all.

You swallow, trying to find whatever liquid courage might remain in your mouth, and start to grab at Volt’s belt. “Fuck it.”

Volt’s grin is tiger-like as he helps you free himself, and you unconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his cock, long and curved with the faintest tinge of blue. Amps sake, how lucky were you that both of your boyfriends had such pretty, pretty cocks?

You trail your fingers along his length, watching as a droplet of pre forms at the tip. Volt hisses, and he grabs your wrist suddenly, and you look up at his white eyes, scared you’ve done something wrong.

But no anger or hurt is evident on his face, just that familiar mischief. He pulls your wrist and hand close to your face, and looks expectantly at your open palm. “Spit.”

Your hole clenches at the word, and you fight back a whimper. You gather the spit in your mouth, letting the glob drop onto your hand.

“Again.”

You don’t think twice.

Satisfied, Volt leads your hand back to his cock, and you wrap your grip around him, glazing your spit over the hot skin, coating him as best you’re able as he maneuvers your wrist. He makes a hum of content after a moment, and you rest your hand on your waist when he releases you.

There’s hardly anymore preamble before the head of his cock is pressing at your entrance, but you know Volt, and you know -

Your jaw falls open in a silent cry as Volt enters you, white hot and slick and everything you need. He gives you a moment, just a moment, to relax into the fullness, before his hips snap, and he thrusts.

So. Fucking. Lucky.

Strings of moans, strings of “yes, yes, yes, fuck yes” fall from your lips each time Volt bottoms out, and you bury your face into his shoulder, the burning heat of his skin and the cool wood a beautiful contrast.

You can hear the sparks of Volt’s hair, feel the puffs of his breath, and you hang on to every curse, every “my spark, fuck, good little spark,” that he groans.

It’s maddening, almost, just how good he makes you feel, how they make you feel. You moan something incomprehensible when he bites your neck and lick the marks. “Volt, volt, yes -“

There’s a surge, a flicker, and you’re empty, and Volt’s weight is missing.

You open your eyes, suddenly terrified from the loss, and you think to scream -

But the sight that greets you isn’t one that’s… entirely unwelcome.

Eddie’s hand has a death grip on the currents of Volt’s hair, tugging hard enough to keep Volt’s chin tilted back, unmoving.

(You think, in the recesses of your fucked our mind, that you wish you could do that, but it seemed to be a skill reserved for literal electrical conduits personified.)

You blink, aligning yourself to this new situation, to this unexpected twist, because when did Eddie -

Eddie.

Eddie.

Uh oh.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?” Eddie’s voice is harsh, methodical, but level. He usually only sounds like this when he’s kicking out Kristof for starting a fight, or when he notices you doing something even mildly off-kilter when fixing up the club. It’s a dangerous tone.

Neither of you speak immediately. You can't even bring yourself to meet Volt’s eyes; you’re focused solely on Eddie, and how still, how charged he is.

“Are either of you going to fucking say anything?” His grip tightens on Volt’s hair, and Volt nearly stumbles back.

“Eddie, my darling,” Volt finally offers, trying the voice he uses to introduce the next act. The listen-to-what-I’m-about-to-say voice. “My, did we miss you -”

“Volt,” his voice is clipped, and Volt doesn’t try again. “I have one fucking rule. And you know that.”

You haven’t seen the ice that’s in Eddie’s eyes in weeks, and now it’s your turn to try. “Eddie, it was my -”

“Absolutely not.” Titanium eyes stop your words in your throat, and Eddie points a finger at you. “You are not in a position where you wanna lie to me.”

He’s right, and you know it, and you close your legs in an effort to take up less space on the bar.

Eddie turns his attention back to Volt, flexing his grip and pulling his partner’s head closer to him, turning him so their eyes meet. You feel the hum, the charge in the air that flows between them. “No. Sex. In the bar, Volt.” Eddie cocks his head, studying Volt’s strained white gaze. “Or did you not learn the last time when I caught you with Amir?”

Volt’s laugh is shakey, raising his hands in surrender. “It was only a broken mirror, Eddie, and look at me now! We’re being very careful to -”

Eddie cuts him off with a kiss you can only describe as forceful, teeth tugging at Volt’s lips, and keeping him in place as he twists his hand in Volt’s hair. You swear you hear a growl from Eddie’s throat when he harshly tugs Volt away again, and there’s a flash of something in his steely gaze as you watch his free hand start to fumble with his pants zipper.

Sometimes, you’re almost certain there are times that Volt and Eddie don’t communicate with words, that there’s something deeper between them that lets them move in a singular, tandem pace, synchronized. As Eddie unzips, and Volt placidly drops to his knees before him, you think this is one of those times.

“You,” Eddie groans, when Volt, unprompted, places a chaste, quick kiss to Eddie’s thick, angry cock, “need to shut. up.”

He says nothing more, but on instinct, Volt’s jaw goes slack, and nearly his entire cock slips into Volt’s mouth with practiced ease.

Your body tremors as you watch them, notice with interest how a small fuck falls from Eddie’s lip, and he throws his head back, steeling his jaw with bared teeth. He’s so still, letting Volt do the work on his cock, and - and you can’t help it, your thighs press together, and your nails scrap along the wood as your hands turn to firsts.

Eddie notices.

Eddie always notices.

Eddie’s eyes are nearly black with lust, hunger, and barely controlled rage. “You,” he says, voice rough in his throat. “Open your legs.”

You do, and the air is cold where your slick hasn’t dried.

Eddie reaches out his hand, extends his ring and middle finger, and lays them at the very edge of the bar. Still. Waiting.

You blink, unsure, but you’re not sure if you’re allowed to speak.

“Fuck yourself or don’t, live wire, I don’t care,” he says. “He’s - fuck - in more trouble than you. He’s not getting off tonight.”

Lucky, lucky, lucky, your mind chants, and your heart might just explode from electrocution if you’re not careful.

You scoot yourself to the edge of the bar, position your legs under you, line your entrance over where his fingers are raised and waiting. You grip the curve of the wood to steady yourself, and lower yourself down onto Eddie’s fingers, as far as you can, and your mouth falls open in a curse at the feeling of fullness finally returned to you.

Eddie only watches, his fingers knotting in Volt’s hair, trying with his entire willpower not to fuck all his fingers into your cunt. You feel so hot, so slick, and the currents racing through his cock are already dangerously close to shorting if Volt keeps his pace. He knows if he so much as catches a glimpse of those white eyes that he’ll blow like a fuse. So, he watches you, bouncing up and down as best you can, trying to grind your clit on his thumb. Angry as he is at catching you two in the one place you shouldn’t be, he has to admit, he thrives off the power you and Volt are feeding him.

You’re close, so close, and you moan Eddie’s name in want and frustration. He makes no sound, but Volt hums around Eddie’s cock, and you can’t tell whose slick, depraved sounds are whose.

Volt moans again, his grip tighter on Eddie’s hips, and you somehow know he’s warning you that Eddie won’t last long. You quicken your place, angling to find how Eddie’s thumb hits your clit. It’s just right, and you close your eyes, white bolts of lightning behind your eyelids as you climb, higher, higher -

“Yes, yes, Eddie Eddie, fuck, Eddie!” You cry as your orgasm hits like a surge, tingling and coursing through all your limbs, and your legs quiver as you force yourself to slow.

Eddie hisses through his teeth, knowing he has only seconds, and Volt only speeds up. “Fuck,” he grunts, and finally flicks his eyes down to watch Volt work, if only for a moment, but the second those knowing, loving, burning eyes meet his -

He short circuits.

Volt sucks him dry as Eddie groans, curses through his climax, even swallows him down with his nose pressed to the coils above Eddie’s shaft. Doesn’t let a single drop spill, Volt, and Eddie loves him for it.

You all are finally, somehow, able to relax, as you extricate yourselves from your slightly incoherent, slightly precarious positions. Volt, back on his feet, pulls you into his arms, hoists you up as you wrap you legs around them - none of you trust them to hold you up.

Eddie rubs his hand over your back, presses adoring kisses to your shoulder. “You alright, little wire?” He asks, in the softest voice you’ve heard him use all night.

You nod, turning your head to find his face. “Of course, Eddie. Always.”

A corner of his lip tugs up into a smile. “Good.” He plants a warm kiss on your cheek and tucks a hair behind your ear. “Like I said, you’re not in trouble. I know how dangerous Volt’s tongue can be.”

“Hey,” Volt quips, his fingers pressing into your thighs. “A moment ago you liked my dangerous tongue.”

Eddie pays the jest no mind, but still looks up at him. “You’re on close for a week. Alone. And - nope - don’t you ‘Eddie’ me. Alone. One week.”

Volt groans, and you don’t have to see his face to know he rolled his eyes too. “You already didn't let me cum, so I get the message." He, too, presses a small kiss to the top of your head. "But who’s going to keep our spark busy then, hm?”

Eddie smiles, seeing the mischievous glint that just appeared in your gaze. “Well, luckily, they have more than one option, don’t they?”

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

[writing-munchies]

NSFW HC'S— Shelley, Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx, Dirk/Clarence, Curt&Rod (MDNI)

A/N: Formatting and tagging is harder than the actual writing part I swear... I combined a bunch of requests with this one, it was long, and I did my best to not be repetitive, I hope it's to your liking. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]

WC: 3K

Shelley

She’d actually be so nervous about bringing up sex for the first few months of your relationship, if you want anything to happen you’re going to be the one that initiates.

She’ll get carried away easily, she really doesn’t know her own strength, which will be really apparent when her strap is deep inside of you and your ass feels like it’s bruising up.

Actually prefers to watch you suck on her strap rather than getting eaten out, it gives her such a rush of heat throughout her entire body as she watches you take her strap all the way down. Doesn’t matter if it’s a strap where she can get some friction or not, the noises you’re making and the way you’re looking at her will make her cum.

Doesn’t matter how much you weigh, doesn’t matter how muscular you are, she will be manhandling you. It turns her on so much when you let out a little sound of surprise as she picks you up and throws you over her shoulder, giving your ass a smack, “You’re comin’ with me, hot stuff.”

She wants to see you cum just from her fingers, no matter if you’re AMAB or AFAB, she’s committed to make you a moaning, drooling mess just from her fingering you. Will talk you through it too, saying things like, “look at you, so close already, just from my fingers”, and, “say it, say that you love this, c’mon.”

When she starts to grope your ass or thighs, not letting go as you’re making out that’s when you know the strap is coming out, and she’s going to fuck your brains out ‘till you pass out, she has insane stamina. Loves to make you moan her own name as she’s fucking into you, her hips stuttering as you cum, crying out her name as she feels herself get even wetter if that was possible. After that one lick to her clit, and she’s cumming on the spot, at least let her cum on your tongue so it won’t be that embarrassing for her.

This woman will sit down and as you get on her lap, you just can’t help your hips as you start to hump her thigh. She’s very turned on by this and discovers that watching you hump her thigh and making yourself cum on her thigh is something she’ll have wet dreams about for months. Moan her name and tell her how good she feels, then she’ll combust on the spot, hugging you by your waist, bringing you flush against her chest as she starts to hump against you too. That’s when she starts to be a whiny mess.

She absolutely gets off on your voice when you’re so close to her ear, and you’re breathlessly moaning her name. Your voice gets her so turned on, so much that she can’t stop the way her body shivers when you moan her name as she’s thrusting into you.

Wants to make you scream so bad, wants the whole house to hear just how good she’s ruining you, how good she’s making you hers as her grip on your thighs tightens, and she starts snapping her hips down into you, her strap reaching even deeper into you. Will not stop fucking you until you at least cry out her name loudly.

Gets so rough when she’s fucking you, she just can’t control herself when you look like a mess like that. Her hand won’t leave your throat as she makes you arch your back into her, using said hand on your throat as an anchor while she’s fucking into you like a woman that wants to make you a dumb, drooling mess on her strap (she does).

Smell really gets her too. Especially after either a good shower, bath or an intense workout session, she just loves any smell that stands out, and it feels like you’re wrapped all around her. Her senses clouded by how good you smell, how hot you look as she’s fingering you, her nose always finds its way to your neck as she gets to smell you and leave a bruising hickey that won’t heal for at least three days. 

Look, for aftercare, she’s stiff. She’s inexperienced, although she fucks really good, she needs a few instructions as to what to do and what you need, but she’s excellent at following orders so she makes up for it. She can get a little awkward after sex, just cuddle up to her and she’ll relax.

Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx

This freak will most certainly initiate after like two weeks of being together, if not that, he will pounce when you say want to fuck. He becomes insatiable real quick.

Likes role-play, especially if you take it seriously, might stutter when you’re looking at him like you’re going to eat him up, but he’s trying his best to turn you on as much as you do him.

He says a lot of, “you’re mine”, “mine” and, “only mine” as you’re having sex, especially if he’s close to cumming. He’s possessive, he not only lets you know that with his words, but also by how bruising his grip is on your body. He holds you like you’re going to disappear.

Although he adores you, he loves to have sex in the dark. The suspense of you not knowing where he’s going to touch you next, the small noises you make when he peppers kisses on your thighs out of nowhere when you two first had sex, never leaves his mind.

For fan fiction reasons, I’m going to say his shadow form can interact with you physically. With those long and slender fingers, get ready for the best fingering and/or the best hand job of your life. His tongue would also be freakishly long;

For AMAB, he will not suck you off rather his tongue will be wrapped around your cock stroking you non-stop, the tip of his tongue never leaves the tip of your dick, he’s going to milk you ‘till you’re shooting blanks, until you’re crying and whining your name. The way your voice cracks spurs him on more though…

For AFAB, get ready to feel that tongue in places you didn’t even know were reachable before. His tongue just adds to your wetness, the way his tongue thrusts inside you, you’d think this creature was starving for pussy before meeting you.

For his human-ish form, he loves to watch you bounce on his dick from behind as he’s groping your ass and biting down on your shoulder like he’s claiming you in a way.

If you want to make this man cum so hard he forgets his handle and his own name, tie him up, take his dick in your hands, and while you’re sucking on the tip make sure your hands are busy with his balls. He’ll start to actually cry from the sheer pleasure of it all, he’s going to try to stop himself, but it’s just too much, and he can’t stop his hips from thrusting up as he’s cumming down your throat.

His favorite thing to do, especially when you’re having sex in the dark, is to use the shadows as like a second touch. Instead of just his hands and dick, you’re going to feel five pairs of hands all over your body; some playing with your nipples others teasing your sex, and a pair of them opening your mouth up for you to take another shadow in your mouth which feels exactly like Skips’ dick. Same length, thickness, and same in how much it throbs inside your mouth when you moan around it.

This man loves a good edging session. Especially if you’re on the receiving end, if you tell him you're close suddenly all the shadow hands disappear, and he stops his hips; “if you cum right now, I won’t stop until you cum at least 6 times,” it’s up to you whether that’s a threat, a good time or both.

Whichever gender you identify and present yourself as, if you both have makeup on, especially generally ‘edgy’ makeup, he’s not going to stop fucking your mouth ‘till he sees the lipstick prints on his dick. He also won’t stop fucking you until all of that eyeliner and or mascara is running down your face, you look ruined, and he very much gets off on that.

Anyway, his aftercare is nice! He knows the basics like bring water, clean you up, cuddle; although he is very cold, it helps to ground you back to reality after that most likely hours of sex you two had. Peppers kisses all over your body and calls you his gorgeous penumbra.

Dirk/Clarence

As Dirk, cannot hide the freak that he is, he loves you he loves sex, and he wants you, but Clarence has more decorum about the whole thing.

Remember how Scandelabra says that your clothes have been unusually tighter around your nether regions when you and Clarence got together? Yeah, especially after you just masturbated. This man wants all the juices coming out of you, even Tyrell can’t compete with him in this department, that one minute of you getting up to clean yourself up, and you still have some sort of bottoms on? They will be unusually tighter.

Dirk likes it rough and fast, while Clarence enjoys a slow, passionate love making.

Pull on Dirk's hair as roughly as you can, dig your nails into his scalp, and tell how fucking useless he would be if it wasn’t for his dick as you’re riding him. He will moan and start to beg you to ride him harder, fuck yourself on his dick so good, he can only cum if he’s inside you and only you.

Ride Dirk’s face/fuck his mouth and call him an impatient whore when he cums just from the sensation of your sex in his mouth. Make sure your cum is inside his mouth or down his throat, he’ll make sure to make you suck on his tongue as you’re making out to taste yourself from his tongue.

Bite Dirk’s neck as hard as you can, claw at his back when he’s pounding into you, pull on his hair and bite his bottom lip so hard it starts to bleed, he likes it rough.

Now, for Clarence, he still likes it rough but in a slower way. He’ll press down on your shoulders while fucking you from the back still, but now his thrusts will reach deeper, you’ll get to feel so full because he’s going slow, because he’s letting his dick throb inside you as you moan his name; it’s different but still him.

He gets turned on by corny pickup lines now, if you’re awkwardly trying to turn him on romantically, he’s getting you on all fours and making sure you can’t sit properly for a few days. When you just do your best to show your love, it gets his dick so hard that the only way he can ever get it down is by thrusting it down your throat.

Both versions of him love to watch you touch yourself as he strokes his dick. He’ll match your pace with his own strokes, he won’t ever cum before you do, he’ll tell you to suck on the tip then to “open up,” as he thrusts his dick inside to cum and fill you up properly.

Loves a strip tease, the way your clothes—by extension, him—feel against your skin as you take them off slowly feels like heaven. Drags his cock over your inner thighs, teases your hole by grinding his tip on the entrance but not fully putting it in, it’s his way to tease you back.

A good make out session is the number one way to get him as hard as he possibly can get, get on his lap and tease his half hard dick from under his clothes, and you’ll feel pre-cum leak in no time.

Both versions of him are good at aftercare, although his body is on the thinner side his body is impossibly soft and comfortable as he wraps his arms around you, he’ll kiss your eyelids and tells you how much he loves you as he sees you slowly falling asleep. Overall very good, just remind him to bring water.

Curt & Rod

They usually prefer to have sex with you one on one, but they won’t say no to a threesome every now and then, they find each other attractive too! Plus, now there’s the benefit of fucking you so it won’t get awkward.

Curt loves foreplay, how he feels for the rest of your activities is dependent on it. It's not hard to please him either, you can just sit there and look gorgeous, just be sure to whimper his name as he’s sucking on your bottom lip and his hands are already teasing your clothed sex.

He gets off on you being in control, using his dick for your own pleasure as he just takes it. Pull him close by wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he’s already fucking into you, tell him to go faster, deeper or both, and he’ll do so, snapping his down in the way you told him to, whining every time you tighten around him; leaking pre-cum inside you.

Give him a good blowjob, take him all the way down, massage his thighs, stroke him while you’re sucking on the tip, and he’ll give you the best head of your life. He goes slow, his tongue never in a hurry, pressing down hard, sucking deep- as if he’s really trying to taste every bit of you. His eyes will never break contact with yours while he’s going down on you, too, he gets off on your expressions.

His preferred pace when he’s fucking you is slow, deep, and hard. He loves how you throw your head back with a whine of his name as his tip brushes against that sweet spot inside you again and again. When you let him cum inside, and it overflows from your hole, dripping down to the sheets? It turns him on so much that his pace picks up out of nowhere.

Adores the way you moan his name, he gets so horny just from that, even if he wasn’t close before now he’s cumming on the spot with an embarrassed whine. Whether you exploit that or not is your choice.

For Rod, let him take control and he’s got you.

He thrusts deep and fast, loves to watch your ass bounce off of his hips as he’s thrusting inside you so good, you can feel almost every vein of his dick inside, he gets so deep, he’s also really good at finding the spot that makes you cry out his name while arching your back into him.

Loves giving head more than receiving, the way your thighs clamp up when you’re so close, when you’re so spent that your voice becomes hoarse, the way you can’t help but thrust your hips up when his tongue presses down on your tip/clit, then to suck on it, he just loves it all. Gets off on seeing how much he affects you. 

He’ll look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky while he’s pounding into you, so close to bruising your ass with the pace he’s going at while telling you how gorgeous you look all fucked out like that.

Really tuned in to your emotions, if you for some reason cam’T say what makes you uncomfortable, he’ll notice it anyway and shift to a position that’s comfortable for both of you or adjust his pace.

Gets off on watching your facial expressions, whether that’s when he’s deep inside you, when he’s giving you head or you’re just making out, his dick will always leak pre-cum when he sees how wet your lips are, your half lidded eyes and the way you’re looking at him gets him so worked up.

They love to fuck you at the same time. Rod’s chest pressing up on your back as the back of your knee slung over Curt’s shoulder while he’s holding you up from your thighs and Rod is holding you up with his hands groping your ass, both of their cocks in one of your holes. Rod’s peppering kisses on your nape, Curt’s giving you hickeys as they both settle down to a slow but deep pace while they thrust into you at the same time, all of you whimpering and moaning breathlessly as the tight fit makes the friction inside you and the friction of their dicks grinding against each other overstimulating in the best way possible.

They will kiss above you as Rod’s fucking you and Curt’s dick is in your mouth, just to get themselves even deeper inside you and see how it feels to kiss each other when you're so tight around them with your mouth and your hole.

You're sucking off Curt, sucking on his tip and stroking the rest while on your knees on the bed, Curt’s eating you out/stroking you at the same time. After you both cum, Curt will hold your head/jaw gently to guide you as you suck off Curt next.

They definitely get into a competition over who can make you cum the fastest or make you moan the louder.

Curt making out with you, playing with your sex, his fingers never leaving it while Rod’s fucking you from behind.

Rod, holding you by the hips and guiding you as you fuck into Curt—with strap for AFABs— leaving a trail of kisses and nibbling on your earlobe as Curt’s a whining mess below you, “Look, he’s all cute ‘n obedient for you, work those hips and make him cum, and I’ll fuck you just how you want it, baby.”

Both of them are good at aftercare, Rod more than Curt as you have to tell him exactly what you want and how you want it, whereas it’s like Rod knows you better than yourself, and you’re already getting all that you need without a word. After a threesome, Rod’s the one telling Curt how to take care of you, Curt's the one telling Rod how to massage you and where, three-way cuddles and soft kisses all over your body from both parties are a must. 100000/10.

[yasminawayne]

caught in 4(han)k!

SYNOPSIS: Kevin, Hank 4, is balls deep and still finding time to send pics to the group chat

TAGS: FEM/AFAB! Reader, Crack/Smut, Hank 4-focused, Whiny!Hank 4, Name Kink, Photo/Video During Sex, Slightly Sloppy Writing, Group Chat Shenanigans

AO3: yasminwayne Ko-Fi: buy me a coffee!

daddy-o: can we get some ambient lighting too? soft focus?

twohanky 👻: WHO GAVE YOU DIRECTORIAL VISION???

twohanky 👻: GET OUT

"Say the word," Hank 4, Kevin, breathed, lips dragging messily along your jaw. "And I’ll be on my knees so fast I’ll leave skid marks on the wood, baby."

He bit his lip as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a wild, adoring grin tugging at his mouth. Too much teeth, too much mischief, too much everything. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, hair clinging to his forehead like he’d already run a marathon just kissing you.

And he had the nerve to still look so happy about it. Like ruining himself for you was his favorite sport.

You didn’t answer, not verbally. Just grabbed the hem of his stupid little crop top and yanked him closer by the collar. That was all he needed.

"Ohhh, you’re mean," Kevin whined, half-laughing, voice going thick like molasses. "Lookin’ at me like that? Giving me those eyes?"

His hips found yours automatically, slotting into the space between your thighs like they’d been molded to fit. He moved instinctively, pressing closer, rolling his hips just enough to make you gasp.

"I’m just a dude, babe," he rambled, hands skating under your shirt, fingers greedy but still gentle. "Like. A guy. With a dumb brain and worse self-control and a major, major situation happening in his pants right now."

You started to laugh, but it turned into a squeak when he lifted you clean off the floor like it was nothing, setting you down on the edge of the kitchen counter with a little bounce that had heat curling through your gut. His palms skimmed over your thighs, fingers pressing in like he wanted to memorize the shape of you, sliding up your sides like he couldn’t decide where to land.

His eyes roamed slow, shameless over the soft lines of your chest, the flush on your cheeks, the way your breath caught under his touch.

"Oh, fuck," Kevin muttered, absolutely stunned. "You’re unreal. Like… I think I just forgot my name."

"It’s Kevin, babe."

"Yeah," he exhaled, grinning wide as he leaned in close again, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "That sounds right. Sounds so right comin’ outta your mouth."

He crashed forward again, kissing you open-mouthed, licking at your tongue and nipping at your bottom lip like he was trying to eat you alive.

"Mmpgh. Say it again," he groaned against your lips. "My name. Please."

You tilted your head, teasing, eyes half-lidded. "Kevin."

His whole body shivered. Like the word itself knocked the wind out of him.

"Fuck, that’s hot," he muttered, pulling back. "You could say literally anything and it would be hot."

You laughed, breathless, and leaned back just a bit, letting your legs slide further apart as your fingers curled into the hem of his crop top. "Anything?"

"Anything," he repeated, eyes locked on your mouth like it held scripture. 

One of his hands moved to grip your thigh, tight enough to bruise. The other slipped under your shirt at last, broad palm skimming hot over your stomach before sliding up, greedy, trembling just slightly with how badly he wanted you.

When he cupped your chest, squeezing through the fabric of your bra, a low groan rumbled out of him like it had been sitting in his chest all day.

"Love you," he grinned, almost delirious, eyes blown wide. "Love how soft you are—how squishy. You make the best noises, babe."

His thumbs dragged slowly over your nipples, teasing through the fabric, and your breath hitched. His eyes flicked up to yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he tore your shirt up and over your head in one swift motion. The shirt fell away, leaving you bare from the waist up, save for the flimsy scrap of lace and cotton that barely covered your breasts.

"Off," he whined, voice low and thick. "Please, can I take this off? I wanna see."

You nodded, and his hands were immediately on you. In one swift move, your bra snapped apart in his hands like paper, tossed somewhere over his shoulder. 

"So fucking gnarly," Hank whispered, dragging his eyes over you like he was trying to memorize every inch. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you caught the flicker of something wild behind his grin. "You’re so hot, it’s actually not fair, bro!"

He dipped down without another word, mouth warm and eager as it captured one hardened peak in his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.

His other hand palmed your other breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he laved attention on its twin.

He bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.

"Homie, you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, nipping and sucking a trail up to your collarbone before latching onto it and sucking a dark mark into your flesh.

His hips ground down against yours again, the thick line of his cock sliding against your core through the fabric of his boxers.

He was already so hard, so desperate for you.

One hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your bottoms before he gripped the fabric and ripped them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.

"Kev," you gasped, arching into him as his mouth trailed lower, lips dragging hot and open along your stomach, your hips, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He sucked a dark bruise into the softest spot, groaning like he was tasting ambrosia.

You shivered, hand threading into his messy curls, just about ready to beg—when suddenly, he froze.

"Oh my god, bro. Wait—wait, wait," he choked out, eyes blown wide as he jolted upright, one hand frantically patting down his pocket like he’d forgotten something crucial.

"Kev—what—"

"Gimme a sec," he laughed, face flushed and wild with affection. "Gotta send the boys a lil gift!"

Your eyes widened. "Kevin—"

Too late. His phone was already out, camera open, tilted at just the right angle to catch your flushed face, your legs bracketing his hips.

"You just look so pretty like this," he said, utterly smitten. "Gotta let ’em know what they’re missin’. Bet they wish they were me right now, brah."

Your cheeks were flushed a pretty red as he pointed the camera at you, lips parted, and chest heaving as you lay bare and wanting beneath him on the kitchen counter. The cool marble sent a shiver down your spine, nipples pebbled and aching for his touch. 

Deciding to play along, you arched your back slightly, pushing your breasts up towards him in offering as you spread your thighs a little wider, baring the glistening of your cunt to his hungry gaze.

"Say cheese!" 

He grinned and pointed the camera down at the both of you. The flash went off, throwing harsh shadows over the mess of limbs, skin, fabric, and flushed grins. Every dip of your waist, every ridge of his muscles, caught in that split second.

🐻 kevinbear: [SENT AN IMAGE]

🦴 hanksz: bro. you can’t just drop that in here raw

twohanky 👻 : HOLY fUCNJSDJDNJD I DROPPED MY LAPTOP. IT HIT MY FOOT. SKADOKSJDKKJ??? WOGSJJ?!?

🧼#3: DAWG I’M IN A LECTURE. WITH A GUEST SURGEON. YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE A MAN IS HOLDING A HUMAN HEART.

daddy-o: saved. thanks king 🙏

Hank 4 was still laughing at the chaos in the group chat when your hands slipped beneath the hem of his crop top. 

He gasped, eyes wide for a split second before that familiar toothy grin took over. "Okay, wow. Greedy much, baby?" he teased, voice breathless, half-laughing but already leaning in.

The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the counter, completely forgotten. Then he was on you. All wet kisses and panting breath, laughter stuttering between hungry mouths. 

You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, fingers fumbling with the elastic, and he swore softly, hips bucking forward like his body had already made the decision for him.

"Babe," he gasped, breathing hot and shaky against your mouth as he fought with his own clothes. "Gimme—fuck—just two seconds. I’m trying to get undressed and not literally pass out at the same time."

You laughed into his neck, biting lightly, and he made a noise. It was somewhere between a whimper and a bark of a laugh, as he finally got the boxers halfway down.

He grunted as he kicked off his boxers, sending them flying across the kitchen with a careless flick of his ankle. His cock sprang free, long and hard and already leaking at the tip, the thick shaft flush against his belly.

He nipped at your pulse point, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue before his hips against yours, the thick line of his cock sliding against your slick folds.

With his hips propping up your legs, all you had to do was grind back down on him to get some friction. It stole the breath out of his chest, splotchy red hues burning up on his cheeks.

Kevin gripped your hips bruisingly tight, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he notched the swollen head of his cock against your dripping entrance. With one brutal thrust, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, clutching heat. His thick cock pulses and twitches as your velvet walls clench down around him, gripping him like a silken vice. 

"Fuuuck," He groaned, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pistoned his hips forward, driving into you. "That's it, take it, baby."

His hips begin to move on their own accord, drawn to the slick, scorching heat of your core. He starts to thrust, his movements at first jerky and off-balance, but quickly gaining rhythm. His large hands roam the curves of your body greedily, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh as if he can't get enough of touching you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" you moaned, nails raking down his back as you clung to him desperately.

Without even pausing, he grinned and grabbed his phone again. Sweat dripped down his chest, his skin flushed and tingling with the heat of his all-consuming lust. 

He zooms in, filling the screen with your face, immortalizing your ecstatic cries and the way you whine as he rails you against the countertop. The lewd, wet sounds of your fucking echo obscenely from the phone's microphone, mingling with your shameless screams and his laughter.

"Look sooo good... taking my dick... like you were made for it, babe," He grins, sweat dripping down his tensed muscles as he hooks your leg over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to slam his thick cock deeper into your cunt. His swollen balls slap against your ass with each brutal thrust, drawing even more desperate, keening cries from your lips.

Kevin snapped a few more pics, the camera flashing rapidly as he zoomed in and out, trying to get just the right angle of you splayed out on the kitchen counter.

🐻 kevinbear: [SENT A PHOTO]

🦴 hanksz: YO. YO. YO

🧼 #3: I’M IN SCRUBS. I HAVE AN EXAM IN FORTY. SEVEN. MINUTES. IF I FAIL NEUROANATOMY AGAIN I DIE IRL

daddy-o: lol. hot... send more? slower pan.

daddy-o: zoom in on the hands maybe?

daddy-o: can we get some ambient lighting too? soft focus?

twohanky 👻: WHO GAVE YOU DIRECTORIAL VISION???

twohanky 👻: GET OUT

🧼 #3: I’M PRINTING THIS CHAT AND HANDING IT TO MY PROFESSOR SO HE KNOWS WHY I FAILED.

Kevin’s phone buzzed and lit up with incoming messages. He glanced at it quickly, a wicked grin spreading across his face at the chaos unfolding in the group chat.

"Five wants a video, babe," Hank 4 panted, breath warm against your cheek. He leans over to grab a half-empty protein powder tin, using it as a makeshift stand for his phone. With deft movements, he zooms in close enough to see the way your folds stretch obscenely around his cock.

"There, that's a good angle," he grins, giving a few test thrusts as he checks the frame. "This okay, homie?"

"More than okay," you pant, feeling the tremble of his muscles under your hands, the way his arms flexed slightly to keep you grounded. 

With your permission, he drew back slowly, until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming forward again. You let out a keening cry as he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding his pelvis against yours to stimulate your clit with each thrust.

"Ahn… You gonna draw this out?" you giggled, dizzy with pleasure.

"Would you rather I just destroyed you and got it over with?" he purred, voice low and rough with lust. "Or would you prefer I take my time and make this last...all...night...long?"

He punctuated each word with a sharp, deep thrust. One hand released your wrists to slide down your side, fingers splaying across your lower belly. You could feel the thick line of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you as he ground against your g-spot.

"Oh shit—they’re video calling the group chat, babe."

You giggled, settling closer. "Looks like we’ve got a live demo to put on."

"Nah," Kevin said, voice low and warm. His grin turned softer, a little more real. "They already got their video. Kinda wanna focus on you now."

The call connected a whole two hours later.

Kevin’s camera opened first, he was sprawled on the couch, a half-finished bag of chips resting on his chest. You were fast asleep on his shoulder, cheek smushed comfortably against his hoodie, dead to the world.

🧼 #3 joined the call

"Ayoooo," he drawled, munching loudly. "What’s good, brah?"

"NO," Hank 3 shrieked instantly, his camera vibrating from how hard he was shaking his phone. "YOU DID NOT. YOU DID NOT JUST ANSWER ALL SMILEY AFTER WHAT YOU DID."

Kevin blinked, chip halfway to his mouth. "Me? What’d I do?"

"YOU—YOU DIDN’T ANSWER THE CALL."

"Ohhhhhh," Kevin said, smile widening into something bright and smug. "You were tryna tune in?"

"YES, I WAS TRYNA TUNE IN," Hank 3 snapped.

twohanky 👻 and 🦴 hanksz joined the call

"I—" Hank 2’s voice cracked as his face appeared on-screen, pink and flustered.

"I waited, Kev. I had my headphones in. And you just—" he trailed off, voice going wobbly. "You left me on delivered, brah."

Kevin tilted his head, clearly trying not to laugh. "Aww. Sorry, brah."

Hank 1 gave a sad shake of his head, "Not cool, dawg. Not cool."

daddy-o joined the call

Hank 5 popped into frame, sitting in his car. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, and he smiled the moment he saw you asleep on Kevin’s shoulder.

"Aw," he murmured, voice low and warm. "She looks so peaceful."

He glanced at Kevin, smile turning boyish. "Did you send the video yet?"

"Gonna," Kevin replied, shifting just enough to rub your back as you stirred slightly.

"She was so loud, too," he added, grinning. "It was gnarly. You guys would’ve loved it."

"I KNOW," Hank 3 wailed somewhere off-screen

a/n: yeah this is kinda bad eheh but i thought i'd share it w u guys! inspired by a j.ai bot i talked to the other day

[driftd0ll]

What about a darling who is insatiable, always needing more than 2 rounds- everyday single day. Can they take it? who can survive or who will tap out (preferredly hector and telly, add more if u want 🫶)

Dateables W/ Insatiable Darling

warnings; nsfw/18+, overstimulation, dacryphilia, safeword mention

Who survives

Hector survives, only hanging on by sheer determination and the need to please you! He’ll fuck you through his own orgasms, tears pricking his eyes as he willfully ignores the sharp sparks of pain jolting through his sensitive cock until you’re creaming around him yet again- The feeling forcing yet another load out of him, watery and almost drained completely. Then, he’ll switch to his fingers, pumping them in and out consistently while mouthing at your clit. You will not go unsatisfied!

Kristof survives! Taking it as a challenge, the large man will have to be pried from your cunt as your body finally screams, jolting and kicking at his firm body. He’s as insatiable as you (for sex! for challenge! for battle!), beard covered in your juices as he drags his thick tongue across your clit for the umpteenth time, or plunging his thick cock inside with the amount of precision and force you’d expect out of him during war. He’ll preen proudly as he leaves you completely melted, twitching from overstimulation

Telly survives, only by the thinnest thread and the impressive ability to distract you with his tongue in order to give his cock a break. If he can’t do that, leaving you to your own devices as you ride his fat cock? He’ll break, head tilted back as he moans and grabs at your hips, biting his biting lip while his eyes glaze over. His tongue is his savior from your hellish sex drive, plunging it deep in your hole, gliding sloppily around your clit while pushing his fingers inside your dripping hole.

Who Doesn’t Survive

Daisuke doesn’t survive! He relies on edging and foreplay for most of his sexual endeavors. He’ll make sure you cum, maybe multiple times, and cum good on his fingers, cock, or tongue! but once he himself releases? It’s all done for him, and if you try going further than that, you’ll at least be met by the pretty sight of him tearing up, flushed as drool gathers at the side of his mouth.

Bobby Pinn does not survive, they’re not the kind of pin that can handle any sort of overstimulation! Multiple rounds will have them sputtering and pleading, nails digging into your skin as tears cling to their lashes. They’ll whimper out the safeword, dizzy and boneless against the mattress and into your arms, immediately falling asleep. They’ll definitely ignore anything you say to tease or bring it up, of course they can keep up! If they were going based off their own crime-boss level stamina, you’d be dead!

Cabrizzio doesn’t survive, and is very happy about it, actually! Even through the overstimulation, keeping his perfect cock inside of you loyally, looking up at you through reddish eyes while praises fall from his lips. Kisses turn from romantic to desperate as he feels you continue, gripping your hips but at the same time begging you to not stop. He loves being this close to you, the intimacy of seeing each other so vulnerable, he admires how you take charge to get what you want from him.

[pussybongwater]

The Hanks are so nghhhh 😵‍💫

I need them so bad (at the same time)

I have a feeling in my gut that Hank #4 secretly out freaks Hank #3

And all the Hanks have to set a time limit for Hank #4 when he goes down on you bc he would spend his whole day there just lapping and nosing your clit to the point where you can barely feel it

The Hanks are not afraid of period sex, their approach to it is "Do it now, clean up later"

Hank #3 and #4 are def headpushers. #3 does it on purpose with a chuckle as you regain your composure, your nose nestled into his bush brrr 🤤 and #4 does it without realizing but you don't mind, he locks his thighs around your head, too lost in pleasure to realize

And Hank #5 definitely has a breeding kink, once you give him the okay he's all over you all the time

Hank #2 and Hank #5 sandwich when??

Hank #1 loves to mark you up ughhh, he's nipping at your tits while he fingers you and he laughs when you get overstimulated.

Hank #3 loves to sit in the cuck chair it makes him so hard watching the other Hanks run a train on you

[ashtrayinc]

# (=^▽^)σ dirty dirk .ᐟ

!! - mommy kink, restraints, degradation, i love twinks fuck

“fuuck— that’s how i like it mommy,” dirk drawls with a drunken spell on his voice as he rolls his hips up pathetically; “got me tied up and desperate like, what? like i’m your dirty boy?”

you smile at the reminder of your work, his wrists bound together with some laundry you had torn off his waist.

“that’s exactly what you are,” you purr at him, giving a swipe to one of his pink nipples with your thumb, and he whimpers, then whines, when you dig your nail in a little, “shameless too.”

“can’t, really help it,” he’s huffing when you start to rock your hips against him, “not when all my mommy does is fuck me up,” dirk’s got a sick little smile and matching blush when he stares up at you through his eyelashes.

it pisses you off, the way he says mommy, because you know he’s getting off playing so hard into it.

he’s just as shameless and attention-hungry in his moans, especially when you start bouncing.

“you’re a whore,” you smirk, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you, “say it,” loving the way he’s sticking his tongue out for you.

“i’m your whore,” he corrects first, snickering to himself when he catches the way eyes light up, until his mewls garble up and it melts into a wanton moan, “god, you fuck me right..” thick eyelashes flutter and his voice is distorted into nonsensical whimpering as he relinquishes his body to you.

his chest is flushed and he writhes beneath you prettily— really, the typical way his lithe body was veiled beneath layers of assorted pieces of laundry was such a shame. freckled shoulders, hips— a delicate happy trail and steep v-line that compliments his just barely toned torso.

“mommy knows your body well,” you play along, and dirks eyes shoot open— little smile turning delirious.

“and mommy’s gonna make you cum over, and over, and over again,” you fist his messy hair harshly, “you got that, pretty boy?”

“oh, yes, mommy,” dirk winces happily, hissing through his smile, “tear your dirty boy apart.”