#lemon content

[past-present-future-cable]

Magneto absolutely eats pussy. I don't care what anyone says. That man will absolutely be the kind of guy to worship their partner.

Fat and hate it? He's going to worship you.

Anxious in general about sex? He's doing everything to help you relax. Boundaries are key.

Lights on, lights off, don't matter. That man is going to make the sex the best thing ever.

[detroitbecomeyandere]

Cat hybrid Simon forcing bunny hybrid reader to dress up and play the part of the Easter Bunny. He thinks it's hilarious and that you look absolutely adorable in your little sping colored dress and polka dot bow tie. He makes you hop around the house with a little basket for the whole day. All he wants to do is push you down and breed you but he had a plan. Simon tells you it's time for the egg hunt but you don't remember him buying or hiding any eggs around the house and before you can finish your question the cat hybrid has you spread out on the couch as he slowly inserts cute little silicon eggs into you. One by one he pushes them into your little pink cunt, feeling you squirm as he fills you up. Slipping the 6th and final egg into you forces a loud and long moan out from you as a slow but powerful orgasm works it way through you.

Simon notices that the eggs are starting to push out from your twitching lips and so he presses the heel of his pall against your entrance keeping all of them firmly in place. He glances up at you watching as your chest heaves and your ears twitch and flop about. Satisfied Simon leans forward and laps at your puffy clit, his rough tongue making your back arch. Feeling pleased Simon wraps his lips around it and starts to purr and the vibrations send a shock through your body as you climax again.

You crack your eyes and watch as Simon's tail swishes back and forth as he laps at you. Shaky hands weave their way through his hair finding a place right behind his twitching ears, part of you wanting to pull him away but a stronger part wanting to pull him closer. Simon drags his fangs over your clit and you let out a squeak and try to fight off yet another orgasm.

Annoyed at your restraint Simon places his other hand on your lower stomach and pushes, putting pressure on the eggs inside you as they try to escape but are blocked by him. Once again you squirm underneath him not even bothering to hide your moans and whimpers, you grind your hips against his face in the hopes he will have mercy on you and stop pressing on you. Instead Simon pulls off your bud with a wet pop and looks you in the eye and presses down harder putting more pressure on the eggs. You tear up as it starts to be more than you can handle and just when you are on the verge of crying Simon removes the hand blocking the eggs and the first one shoots out of you. Gasping as another one follows shortly after you start to shake as a new sensation overwhelms you and as the third egg works it's way out of you you squirt all over Simon and the couch. Surprised Simon pulls his other hand away and watches as you continue to squirt on him while another eggs works its way out. Without his added pressure the fourth one goes slower requiring you to try and push it out yourself. It slowly falls out and onto the three below it and the fifth following shortly after. Not wanting all the fun to be over Simon pushes the egg deep inside you when he sees it start to crown almost fucking it back into you until it’s pressed against your cervix. He then slides your panties back onto your legs and into place, giving a small kitten lick to your clit beneath the fabric causing your thighs and pussy to clench at the sensation.

Simon then pulls the skirt of your dress back down before he picks the sticky eggs up and places them in your limp hands. With a quick peck to your lips Simon watches as your jelly-like form drifts off to sleep with a blissed out expression on your face.

[killerkissed]

Play with your Food

⚠️ Dead By Daylight - The Shape: Rated R: Not Safe For Work

Masterlist — Patreon — KoFi

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The fog is thick tonight.

It has been a normal run so far. The screaming doesn’t even bother you anymore. The well of fear that runs deep within your stomach isn’t even bothering you tonight.

You just minded your business honestly. You did what you could for your fellow survivors but only if you happened to be with a minimum of one other person. If it was just you saving the day, no way! You could never do that.

You looked over your shoulder as a chill shot up the back of your spine. “Hello?” You called out instinctively, still bad at remembering the rules of this different world. You put a hand over your mouth and cursed yourself before turning away from the generator you were working on. You scanned the area before focusing on a shape within the darkness.

You squint your eyes to try to see clearer but the fog just rolled through heavier. You stood up now, completely on edge before walking off. You felt like that area was just bad luck now. You probably saw a shadow or another survivor sneaking through. It wasn’t the killer, it wasn’t whoever that sick fuck was today.

You rubbed the back of your neck as it felt like somebody was just breathing on you. You shuddered at the thought and picked up your step before stupidly bursting into a run. There was absolutely no reason you should be moving so fast but something just felt wrong.

You screamed, the air in your throat burning as you were lifted off the ground and carried off. “No! No! Not me!” You banged on the back of his jumpsuit, slamming down as hard as you could. There was nothing you could do. He had the tightest hold on you. You yanked on the back of his head and pulled a mask off, a gasp forcing itself right out of your body as you see what’s in your hand.

“The shape!” You yell as loudly as possible, hopefully spreading the news for any others that you were close.

Michael Myers drops you on your ass. You fall to the ground with your back to the dirt, all the air leaving your lungs immediately. You squeeze your eyes shut and wrap your arms around yourself to protect your body. The pain is making every nerve ending light up like the Fourth of July. When you come back to your senses, Michael stands before you with his mask on his head again. You stared up at him as he took a huge step over you before grabbing the back of your shirt, dragging you backwards. You scream and cry out for help, for anyone to find you as he drags you through the dirt and into a snack. The ground changes beneath you and soon you are being moved down stairs, body being abused every step of the way.

You are thrown in the middle of the basement. You go scrambling backwards, going past the hooks in the middle of the room to the back, clawing at the wall as if there's a way out. You bounce from locker to locker, throwing them open as Michael watches you. He tilts his head as he witnesses the hope leaving you. You press your back against the wall and stare back at him. You have heard rumors of survivors being able to make it out alive through some unconventional methods. You’re shaking like a leaf but you try to gain some sort of confidence. Your hands press together in front of you as you begin to beg. “Please let me go. I’ll do whatever you want, Mr. Myers.”

He continues to stand there, a looming presence as always. You shakily move forward to stand in front of him. “Please! Just let me go back to the campfire. I will not touch any generators. I won’t get in your way.”

Michael just continues to stare down at you, silently watching you embarrass yourself. Your hands go to his jumpsuit and pick at it, not even knowing what to do. “Show me the ropes, please. I’ve never done this before. Isn’t there anything you want?” You grip into the blue fabric and tug on it, delirium setting in. You were desperate for a way home. You dug deep, searching for anything to work. “I love you, Michael.” You reached up and cupped his mask face, humming softly as you stared up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay, it really is. I’m here. It’s just me and you. No one else. I promise.”

Michael moved quickly, grabbing you by the throat and forcing you into the air. You grabbed his hand and struggled in his grasp until he forced you against the wall to the left of the room. He let you hang in his grip and you felt heavier and heavier as time went ticking forward. He suddenly dropped you and you collapsed like a sheet of paper, folding underneath yourself. You looked back up to find Michael removing his jumpsuit, skin slowly exposed as he moved. The man was more built than you ever realized. He pulled it down his waist before grabbing you and hauled you back up on your feet. He cupped your face and turned it side to side as you were once again shaking like a leaf. He pressed his face towards yours to press your foreheads together. He kept you still, close to him before he went for your clothes, ripping the front of your shirt. Michael pulled you close, allowing him to feel skin on skin contact. You almost felt like he was cherishing this moment.

Michael flipped you around after making the initial first contact before you were tugged on some more, fabric getting torn from your legs. He forced everything off of your body, leaving you in the nude until he pressed back against you. You could tell there was nothing separating the two of you when he moved against you, something hard pressing into your back as his hands roamed over your body. There was an explorative feeling to his hands as they traced your curves, just getting used to being around another soul without causing death in his wake.

His hands stroked the sides of your breasts, heart ramming against your rib cage as he felt them in his palms. You could feel the calluses against your skin as his fingers moved. The shame was heating your face up which shot sparks out to other parts of your body. Your eyes flickered to the sides, looking towards the lockers before glancing towards the stairs. You see nothing before Michael’s fingers find your nipples, hard from the attention and the air. Noises escape your lips as Michael is anything but gentle. He pulls on them, forcing your hips against his erection as you press your hands against the wall in front of you. You moan out as he pulls again, the sound echoing off the walls. Michael is greatly interested in these sounds as he pulls over and over again. He is unused to hearing these noises as well as the feeling of something hot and wet grinding against him.

Michael is feeling too good to release you from his attention. His hands leave your breasts and you're left lonely only for a little while until he flips you back around to face you. His hands go between your legs as his forehead pressed against yours again. He spreads your legs and moves between them again, feeling everywhere and getting coated in your natural lubricants. His fingers investigate until you gasp, pupils completely blown as you make eye contact with him. He’s stimulating your clit, watching as you squirm under his touch and react to the way that he makes you feel.

Your body says what your mouth refuses to. He stops playing with you only to lean down, grabbing your legs as he pulls you up to press you against your wall. He lines you up with his erection while your legs dangle over his strong arms. He slowly drops you down until his cock is between your legs, pressing into your entrance. Michael gives you a last long look before completely sheathing himself inside your warm, inviting cunt. Your mouth forms an o but no sound comes out. It’s just the breath in your lungs is gone. He watches your reaction as you start to wrap your mind around what is exactly happening here. He moves so the two of you are closer to the wall before just hammering into your body. Your mouth goes slack as it fills your guts, ramming in over and over. He’s large, ruthless, and makes you see stars. He’s touching your deepest parts of yourself, deeper than anyone has been before. You are being shaped just for his own pleasure.

Your arms are clutching his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh beneath them as he does not slow or falter. He starts to move his arms as he wants to get a better angle at things. You move your legs instantly, wrapping around his waist and bringing yourself closer to him to hide your face in his neck. His hands grips your ass and continues to work himself into a faster frenzy. You are just along for the ride, making happy noises against your better judgement as his girth is rubbing some amazing spots inside of you. You sneak a hand off his shoulder and push it between your bodies to run your clit. It feels good, he’s so forceful and no one else has been able to rearrange your insides quite like this. You’re getting louder and right in his ear as you're twitching around his member. You could easily see the end of the finish line for yourself here. You had never imagined being taken by Michael Meyers but it was something that you definitely wouldn’t regret.

“I’m coming, Michael.” You cried loudly and wrapped the other arm tighter around his neck, shoving his head into your shoulder and clawing your fingers into the back of his mask. “Oh my fucking god.”

Your eyes were rolling back into your head as you tensed up through your orgasm. Michael just doubled down in his efforts, prolonging your finish until you were begging him for something, not that you knew exactly what for but you just couldn’t stop talking. The man has endurance like no one could even imagine. He was destroying you slowly, starting with your no longer sane mind before moving to your pussy that will now be demanding him. He used the wall for leverage as heat filled your stomach. You thought it was over as the two of you were panting for air, neither moving for what felt like forever. Within the hazy mist of your mind, you realized that he was not softening. You stiffened within his arms, putting him on edge as he clutched you further. His hips began to move again as you are aware that he was not done with you.

Michael Myers was not done with you at all.

[houseofslash]

Don't know if you write for him but 19 with Pyramid Head?

19. “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you.”

Here we go!

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You could hear the ghastly groans echoing from down the dank corridor and brought a hand to your mouth to block the moans of pleasure spilling from your lips. The last thing you wanted was for one of the other creatures, or a citizen, to find you like that, bent over, gripping a nearby wall, getting taken from behind by the most feared monster in that festering hell hole.

Said monster grunted angrily as his large hand grabbed the one on your mouth and pulled it back, allowing your cries of pleasure to once again echo throughout the room as he pounded into you: rough, demanding, merciless.

"They'll hear!" You rasped, throat sore from the shouts and groans. The Pyramid Headed being grunted again and somehow you knew that he didn't care. He wanted to hear you moan for him. You wondered briefly, if he could talk, if he'd say something like, "Don't cover your mouth... I like hearing you."

"Ah! Fuck, hng," you whined as he shifted the angle of his thrusts and grabbed your hips so tightly you feared he might just break them. You lost yourself to the pleasure again, only this time, you did what you could to give your partner what he wanted. You mewled and moaned and cried out for him as loudly as you could and grinned in satisfaction when his large metallic head reared back and he let out a bellowing roar of delight.

[daraasum]

Old Friends

In which Andronikos Revel looks up an old friend for some fun and possibly realizes something about the Sith he's been running around with. Borrowing @starrypawz's Sith Inquisitor, Lyee.

Andronikos Revel x Elessabeth Oress (F!Bounty Hunter)

Involves pegging, a lot of f-bombs, and friends with benefits under the cut. THIS IS SMUT, LEMON, GRAPEFRUIT, NOT OSHA-COMPLIANT, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT.

“Got a cigarra?”

Andronikos stirred, rousing himself from a half sleep he hadn’t realized he was in. His eyes opened to the body laying beside him; Elessabeth snickered as she tossed a damp towel towards the other side of the room. “Going to sleep on me already?”

“No on both counts.” Andi groaned and sat up. “I quit smoking. Thought you did too.”

Elessabeth rolled her eyes. There was a spectacular hickey on her neck that he didn’t remember giving her, but a lot had happened since they’d tumbled into the cheap digs. Shit, he’d needed that.

“I guess you’re not going to tell me where you’ve been for the last few years.” He heard her, but Andi was more focused on the curves moving in front of his eyes while Elessabeth stretched her arms over her head. Unless he was remembering wrong, she’d softened a little in the time since he’d last seen her, in all the places he liked.

He sighed through his nose. “Long story.” He might not have been ready to go again, and he’d blame getting older for that unfortunate fact, but he could still appreciate what was right there. “There’s better stuff to catch up on.”

Elessabeth laughed with a half-snort tacked on the end. “And you’re acting like you haven’t gotten any since the last time we got together. Quit.” She pushed his hand off of her thigh, where he’d busied himself with apologetically rubbing the crescent-shaped divots his nails left behind. Andi looked up, and fuck, she had the look, like she always did when she just somehow knew something.

Her mouth opened barely, but she stayed silent and turned on her side towards him. Shit, they didn’t love each other, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss Elessabeth after all their time apart. In between prison and deserts and Sith bullshit, a dose of his favorite crazy woman was just what the doctor ordered.

Elessabeth sighed quietly, running her fingers over Andi’s arm with something like affection. “You look more like an old man.” A smile barely broke across her lips as she spoke. “And you look a little… sad.”

She was on to him, and toying with him like a cat with a mouse. “Lissie…”

“You didn’t look me up just for some reunion sex.” It was a statement of fact, even if he didn’t think it was close to the truth. Her finger trailed across the outline of his facial tattoo, a memory of younger, stupider days. “So, who’d you run here to forget?”

“I didn’t run.” Andi countered weakly. “Come on, don’t, how about another go for old time’s sake?”

Elessabeth put a finger to her lips, a mocking imitation of deep thought while Andi floundered. “I’m gonna guess… Hardass, with a heart of gold, but not too goody-goody, and you pretended you didn’t like them for ages but now you’re pretending you’re not smitten by getting under me for a while.”

“Amazing,” Andi forced a laugh, “Everything you just said was completely wrong.”

“A domineering brunette who doesn’t take any of your shit. An homage to yours truly.” She was laughing now, and something in her laugh was forcing a chuckle out of Andi, her husky voice a contagion infecting him with a bit of lightheartedness.

“Quit,” He managed through a chuckle.

“A Devaronian who faked his death and is mooching credits and a bunk off of you?.”

“What?”

“It’ll get worse until you tell the truth,” She hummed in singsong, propped up on her hand with a look that promised she meant what she said.

“You’re a real pain in the ass sometimes.” He grumbled.

“Not if we use enough lube, I’m not.” Shit. That suggestion made the little bit of blood making its way back to his brain reverse course back to his dick. Not fair.

Not fair, but not something he’d pass up.

“Put your money where your mouth is.” A grin split Andi’s face, first at the prospect of another good, hard, fuck, then at the look of surprise on Lissie’s face.

Surprise turned to an equally pleased grin. “Seriously?” Lissie sat up halfway.

“Seriously.” Andi’s grin was threatening to hurt his face.

“You want me to fuck your ass.” Lissie stated, not asking, one thin eyebrow cocking incredulously.

“Missed it almost as much as I missed your tits.” Andi attempted to grab a handful of said tits to prove a point, but Lissie was already standing up and heading across the room.

She must have been hunkering down in the hotel for a little while, or a couple of weeks at least. Lissie’s clothes and a couple of weapons were scattered around the room, with other objects that made the room look almost like someone’s home, but just careless enough to look like temporary digs.

Judging by what she was pulling out of a duffel bag, she’d been planning to have company around.

“You don’t have Old Reliable?” Andi gestured to the phallic object in Elessabeth’s hand. Not that he minded the swap- it was impressive that she’d managed to find a dildo that nearly matched her skin tone to perfection. Comparing himself to the toy, Andi really couldn’t be sure who was the more impressive one without a closer look.

“Lost in transit somewhere.” To pair with the dildo, Lissie had in hand a fairly basic-looking harness; It was made of black leatheritis, or something similar in texture, because of course it was, this was Lissie, after all. “But I think you and my friend here-” She fit the dildo into the harness- “should get along splendidly. Say hello.”

Shit. She started putting the harness on, and it shouldn’t have been so hot, but Andi had gone a long time without a really good fuck. Not to mention there was some nostalgia hanging in the air between them. It was familiar, waiting for Lissie to get herself suited up with butterflies of anticipation tingling in his groin.

Just like old times, Andi thought with a chuckle. Back when he’d first met Lissie, she’d been dancing for a run-down club in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, barely old enough to be shaking her ass for a room full of drunk patrons, but wise enough to keep herself mostly out of trouble. Her Imperial accent had been stronger then, so refined she’d earned the nickname Duchess from the night crowd. Everyone had their own theory about where she’d come from; Whether she was a runaway daughter of an Imperial general or some kind of disgraced noble, she never said. Andi had caught some pieces of her past here and there, but the faint chivalrous streak he’d picked up somewhere encouraged him to keep those bits of information close to his heart.

“Quit spacing on me,” Lissie tapped Andi’s thigh, jerking him out of his haze of sentiment. She’d crossed back to the bed and knelt over him, gently guiding him to spread his legs to accommodate her generous hips. A bottle dropped to the sheets from her free hand; Andi had no time to sneak a peek at the label before Lissie was pressed along the length of his body, generously sized breasts pressing against his chest and her lips meeting his. Stars, it was almost gentle, how she was kissing him, compared to what they’d done, what she was probably about to do to him, and the fact that her toy cock was jabbing into his flesh-and-blood one.

“Hells,” Andi yelped, squirming away from the touch of cold lubricant. “At least warm that up first!”

Lissie rolled her eyes at his protests. “Quit being a baby.”

“Let me stick my hands in ice and shove them up your- fuuuuuck.” Andi let a threat die on his lips as Lissie began preparing him, her thigh propped between his and her hand working him open with gentle intent. It had been ages too long without anyone taking care of him like this, and that just made it so much harder to be around the Sith girl-

Andi bit his lip. He didn’t want to think of her right now, why bother imagining the innocent and unattainable one when he had five-foot-eleven of warm and willing Elessabeth pinning him down and getting ready to (hopefully) screw his brains out?

Damn it, now he’d mixed both women in his head and that was going to fuel some awkward half-boners for the next month.

“Keep that up and I’ll find something to gag that big mouth with,” Lissie warned playfully, giving her fingers a twist and pumping into Andi a little harder than before, drawing a strangled cry out of him. “All good?”

“Amazing.” He didn’t think he had another full round in him, he’d really just suggested going again to get Lissie to stop probing him about She Who Lissie Doesn’t Need To Know About (and get her to probe him somewhere else), but one hand prepping his ass and her other playing up and down his torso had him perking right back up to full attention. “Good, really good, Lissie, stars-”

“How do you want to do this? Because I’m kind of in the mood to bend you over.” Lissie sat up and back on her heels, grabbing the lube bottle again to smear a generous, lovely coating of clear gel over the dildo still bobbing between her thighs.

Andi goaned and sat up, he would rather lay on his back where he’d been so warm and comfortable, but there was an incredibly short list of people in the galaxy who could get him on his hands and knees, so he was inclined to seize the opportunity when it came up. “Can’t even look me in my ugly mug when you fuck me, huh?”

Lissie rolled her eyes before grabbing Andi by the hips, guiding him back towards where she knelt in the center of the bed. “Wish you had some hair to grab,” She joked, running her nails over the back of Andi’s scalp and forcing a shiver down his spine, “Deep breath.”

Andi did as he was told, feeling the blunt press of the dildo against him before he felt himself being stretched open and he forgot how breathing worked. “Fuck yes,” He groaned, grabbing a handful of bedsheets in each hand, anchoring himself as Lissie pushed and worked him from behind. He had never been ashamed of one damn thing he was into in the sack, but trusting someone to fuck him this way… Lissie pumped her hips and he lost his train of thought.

“Don’t forget to breathe, baby.” Pressing the entire length of her warm body to Andi’s back, Lissie nuzzled her lips against his ear, her soft, deep, whisper sending another rush of tingles down his spine right to the point where she was breaking him open. A slow roll of her hips had Andi gasping, tugging on the sheets and pressing back against her to prolong the sensations.

“Stop teasing me,” Andi ground out, “Come on, I’ve taken it harder in my sleep.”

“Uh-uh-uh,” Lissie tried and failed to sound innocent, but nobody could sound innocent with a cock up someone’s ass. “First things first.”

Andi had a brief moment of confusion before Lissie stopped thrusting completely, still pressing her body against his back so tightly that he had no room to push himself back against her, and one strong hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed. “What the fuck are you-!”

“Tell me,” Lissie demanded with a strong nip of Andi’s ear, “Who you ran here to get off your mind. And don’t tell me there’s nobody, because I’m not that stupid.”

“Come on, don’t start-” Andi’s protest was cut off with a yelp when Lissie snapped her hips into him. “I said I don’t-!”

“Mm-mm, I don’t think so,” Lissie said sing-song, giving Andi’s cock a light, teasing, stroke. “Come on, tell me all about them and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Andi groaned, defeated, but still horny. “She’s a woman. Now fuck me-”

“That’s a start.” Lissie kissed the back of his neck, starting to move her hips only slightly. “What’s she like?”

“Oh, stars,” Andi was losing a battle; It was hard to put up a tough-guy front when someone was fucking him, and the brain in his dick was overpowering the one up top. “Uh, pretty, and strong-” Damn it, just thinking about her had him harder, that was something new he didn’t have the mental capacity to unpack, then Lissie was moving an increment faster and thinking was even more difficult. He closed his eyes to try and focus, but no, an image of a brown-haired, ridiculously cute lady Sith swam in the front of his imagination.

“Sounds about right for you,” He could feel Lissie grinning against his neck, her hand around his cock beginning to pump in rhythm with her hips. “Keep going.”

“She’s- uh- got these big eyes, and, fuck, right there-” Letting his arms fold, Andi pressed his forehead to the bed, giving up entirely and letting the girl in his imagination mix with the pleasure buzzing his body and brain. Seemingly satisfied with his descriptions, Lissie guided one of Andi’s hands to replace hers on his cock, a silent directive to pleasure himself as she grabbed his hips firmly and-

Well, there wasn’t an artful way to say it, or Andi couldn’t think of it, because he was getting his brains fucked out. Lissie’s ample hips and thighs slapped out a filthy beat to accompany his incoherent, garbled, muffled moans and shouts. A younger him might have been stubborn and prideful, tried to show off and last longer, but he was no longer young, and no longer too full of himself (and at the moment, full of something he was certain was called the Fuckinator 5000) to pretend that getting off quickly was a bad thing. His hand worked his cock quickly, trying and failing to match the pace of Lissie’s pounding hips.

Somewhere in the depths of his imploding brain, he tried to tell Lissie that he was close, but all that came out of Andi’s mouth was a chorus of “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-!”

Lissie was definitely praising him, but her words were drowned out by the roaring in his ears as Andi jerked and came, spilling all over his hand and the sheets, spasming thighs barely able to hold him up.

“Thattaboy,” Lissie sighed, running her nails up and down the length of Andi’s sweaty back.

“Don’t try and get cute when you’re got a dick up my ass.” Andi groaned into the bed.

He couldn’t see her, but Andi was certain that Lissie had rolled her eyes as she braced a gentle hand on his lower back and pulled out of him. “Bit late for that, isn’t it?”

Andi was utterly and totally wiped out. As the bed shifted, less Lissie’s weight as she excused herself to the fresher, he let himself fall to lay on his side in a boneless heap, feeling the exhaustion one only felt when they’d been fucked within an inch of their life.

Also, there was cum on the sheets and Andi wasn’t inclined to lie in it.

Lissie emerged sans the harness, sporting faint pink marks along her fair skin where the straps had rubbed her hips and thighs, lines that Andi would have loved to run his tongue along if he thought he had any movement left in his body. “You could at least clean up, you lazy-”

“Shut up,” Andi yawned, but managed to lift himself up enough to get off the bed and begin pulling the soiled sheets off.

Somehow they managed to end up back on the naked bed, passably cleaned up, Andi flat on his back with Lissie’s leg flung over his. They weren’t snuggling. Neither of them snuggled. (Really, it wasn’t snuggling.)

“Happy now?” Andi muttered drowsily.

“Delighted.” Lissie purred, “Lyee sounds like a sweet girl.”

Andi felt his breath freeze in his chest, eyes snapping open to stare right at Lissie’s smug smile. “How’d you know her name?”

Lissie chuckled. “Dipshit. You were practically screaming it when you came.”

Andi let his head fall back onto the bed. “Fuck.”

“I already did. Now get some sleep, loverboy.”

[thatlittlered]

Heavenly Attentions | Peter B. Parker

Warning: This is marked L for Lemon... sweetest kind of smut and sin because Peter Hobo Parker is a submissive mess and I’m here for it.

Peter is late tonight. There’s nothing on the news yet, he won’t answer your texts. The Chinese takeout is getting cold and you’re starting to worry.

You’re about to call him when he barges in the door and practically collapses on your carpet. 

“Honey, I’m home!”

Hearing his voice is the biggest relief and you’re about to leap into his arms like you do when he’s been out patrolling for too long, but seeing his state, it doesn’t seem like a great idea.

He’s battered up, for lack of better words, mask already abandoned on the floor and a look of exhaustion painted on his handsome face. A bruise is starting to form on his jaw, from what you can tell, and you can’t help but wonder what injuries are hiding under that suit of his.

“I thought you were supposed to beat up the bad guys.”

He laughs, his chest rumbling and making pain shoot throughout his body.

“Shut up, sweetheart.”

You smile up at him, hands grasping his face to inspect the bruising.

“Anything that might need stitching?”

The man simply shakes his head, too tired to speak. He’s busy marveling over how soft, how warm your touch is.

“Then you can take off your suit and head into the shower while I fix you something to eat. Does that sound good, honey?” 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, nails scratching his scalp in the way that he loves, making him nod like a child at your suggestion. He’s putty in your hands all the time, bless his soul.

When he steps into the shower, the stream of water is so strong, it’s almost painful how it hits his skin. Still, he swears this is heaven. 

It does wonders to soothe his aching muscles and he’s way too lost in the moment to notice the curtain being drawn back. The only thing he feels is warmth on is back, the kind of warmth he knows too well from the dozens of nights he’s had it under him, next to him, on him. 

Your breasts press against his back, nipples standing out from the cold and softening as you absorb the heat of his body. Your arms wrap around his waist, careful not to brush against injuries you haven’t yet spotted.

One of his palms comes to rest on top of yours on his stomach and it makes you smile, all the more encouraged to go through with your plan. With one hand trapped under Peter’s, the other is bound to do all the work.

Ever so slowly, you caress the skin there, inching down by the second until you reach the peak of his pubic hair, so close yet so far. You hear him hiss at the contact, his body shooting up when he realizes where this is going.

“Sweetheart-” his attempt to stop you turns into a moan when you do it again, this time letting your fingers brush against the upper part of his manhood.

“Shush now, I’m trying to work, Peter.”

“I-I can’t...not today...” you know what he’s thinking. He thinks you want more, and you do, God you always do, but today it’s not about that, you’ve decided. Today is about him.

“You don’t have to do anything, honey. Just relax and let me do all the work.”

And he does. 

He focuses on the feeling of your touch, slow but effective as you tease him. Within seconds, he’s hard in your hand, member standing gloriously in the dim light of the bathroom. You can’t even see past his shoulder and you’re drooling at the thought.

The sounds coming from his mouth are heavenly and sinful all the same, echoing in the room. Your hand hovers over his length again, only starting to stroke when he bucks his hips.

You draw your thumb up, circling over his slit, collecting the precum that’s now leaking all over. His legs shake at your attention and it's a miracle he's still standing, really.

He tries to kiss you, whipping his head around to attack your lips, one hand gripping your hair and the other the wall to balance himself. Your hand is still rubbing long and slow strokes and he grunts against your mouth. When you finally pay attention to his balls, he almost collapses. His body leans forward as he moans in pleasure, hands finding the wall in front of him for support.

You smile and shower his back in sweet kisses and whispered words of affection, not once ceasing your actions, never speeding up as much as he begs.

You're going to take your time with this.

Your touch is bliss to him and in his state of exhaustion, it doesn't take long for him to lose control. His back arches and your bodies press together again as he spurts out every curse word he's ever known.

Peter comes all over your hand, some of it missing and hitting the wall. It takes a while but when it’s over he relaxes in your arms like a ragdoll, worn out and yours in every way.

When he finally finds the strength to turn around, he's a sight for sore eyes. His cheeks are flushed from the heat and from your actions, his breathing labored and a grin on his face.

You want to kiss him silly and he could say the same for you. Especially when you're licking his essence from the dips of your fingers, humming like it's the best thing you've ever tasted.

"You're trying to kill me but I love you so much." He pants, making you flutter your eyes in feign innocence.

You laugh.

(Disclaimer: The out of context GIF is courtesy of Google and credit goes to the original creator.)

[aeroknot]

yo i decided what to at least start w/ on my pillowfort. same username. happy early easter you horny animals

[insearchofnewdreams]

Billy Lenz and Brahms double stuffing your puss w them dickos

+ Billy speaking that good McNasty in your ear as he slams into you. Brahms is no better,out here squeezing and groping whatever he can get his hands on while you just m e l t