'pillow Prince' / Giyuu X Reader

Attuma: I was not that drunk last night.

M’baku: You were flirting with Okoye.

Attuma: so? She’s my wife.

Shuri: You asked her if she was single.

Attuma:

Namor: And then you cried when she said she wasn’t.

“You ready?” 

“Mhm” He replies with a shaky hum.

Here you two were on the bed. Taeyong was on his hands and knees waiting for you to continue. You had just finished prepping him. Two fingers , extra lube. Careful enough to stretch him out while avoiding his prostate. You wanted to save that for later. 

It was Taeyong’s first time being the one receiving any kind of penetration. You wanted to make it nice and special. Something he’d never be able to forget. 

You crawl up the bed to meet his face. He was red , you could see his heart beating out of his chest. Placing a chaste kiss on his rosy cheek you whispered in his ear before moving back down the bed.

“Just relax , I’ll make you feel really good. I promise” 

With that his breath hitched. 

You grabbed the small vibrating toy and applied generous amounts of lube making sure to cover every part of it. 

You turned it on to the lowest setting. That would be enough to make him melt. Before you put anything in, you place two soft kisses to each of his supple ass cheeks and then trail down to place a sloppy wet kiss to his perineum. 

His arms started to shake and he let out an long whine that was cut short when you inserted the buzzing toy into his willing hole. 

You watched as his entire world shifted.  

You heard a gasp that was cut short by an overwhelming silence. His arms grew weak and he fell face first into the pillows. Then it was his beautiful legs shaking before they finally decide to give out on him.

You pressed the toy deeper. Then you hear a long mewl. You watch as he tries to lift his hands but he can only get them so far before they start to shake and he is left fisting the sheets trying to ground himself. 

“I- fuck I think im gonna…. Mmm fuck” He tries to get words out but the pleasure is so incredibly overwhelming that he can barley finish a sentence. Nd to think this is only the lowest setting

You caress his back. Running your hands up and down the smooth skin. 

“Words yongie, I need words. How am I supposed to know what’s going on if you can’t speak?” You say in a slightly mocking tone.

“I-i mmmm shit… I think I’m gonna piss myself fuck” He says in a jumbled voice. His words are barley audible. 

“That’s okay baby , let it all go.” You say before turning the toy up to the highest setting. All the previous mewls and whines have been silenced. "Did he pass out?" You wonder to yourself. You decide to check on him. You crawl up the bed to meet his face and the sight stuns you.

There Taeyong was basking in orgasmic glory. His mouth was agape , silently gasping as drool had pooled out of his mouth and left a large stain on the pillow. His eyes were taken over by whiteness and his eyelids twitched. His fingers were spasming as he attempted to grip the sheets but failed. He was absolutely fucked out. 

The sight alone had your clit throbbing. He was on the verge of passing out. That was enough experimenting for today. Crawling back down on the bed you paused the vibrations. You rubbed his right ass cheek and placed another soft kiss on it before carefully pulling the toy out which caused his entire body to flinch. 

After placing the toy at the end of the bed, you carefully turned Taeyong on his back. His abdomen was glistening. “Fuck he must’ve squirted on himself” you say to yourself. Your eyes trail up to his face. His mouth was slightly agape and his breathing was slow and deep. His eyes were glossy and his pupils were completely dilated. 

“How ya feeling baby boy? Looks like you came pretty hard”

He didn’t answer , his eyes just trailed to your face. It was as if he went non verbal. The orgasm taking so much out of him that he couldn’t speak anymore. You lean down to his left ear. Lips placing a delicate kiss to the shell of it.

“Can’t speak? That’s okay baby. I’m gonna take real good care of you, gonna fix you up” You whisper into his ear while your right arm extends over his chest. The hand of your right arm is caressing his other ear rubbing back and forth.

He still can’t speak. You place a wet kiss on his cheek before attempting to get off the bed and get a rag to clean up his mess. Before you could fully walk away you feel a hand grab at your own preventing you from getting anywhere. You quickly whip your head back and there he is. Gripping your hand like it’s his life source. He stares into your eyes with a desperate look before finally speaking up. 

“D-don’t , please just stay.. don’t wan you to go.”

i’m afraid we have a code red... for @xjoonchildx

I respect men who show me they don’t give a fuck about my boundaries or my dignity in small everyday things. Slap my ass, everytime I walk by. Laugh when I tell you to stop. When you see me eating a meal, come and look me in the eye while, you jerk off into my food. Drop things for me to pick up. Pull my boobs out, when I’m trying to talk about something important. Casually spit in my face. Piss on me while I’m asleep. Show me that disrespecting me, is no big deal to you and I will admire you deeply.

Always Obey Izogie

summary: disobeying izogie is possibly the worst idea on earth.

pairing: izogie x black!reader

warnings: 18+, oral, fingering, self-indulgent for my izogie addiction

The heavy door swung open before slamming shut, and Izogie's footsteps rang against the floor as she moved quickly, making her way to where you were. She knew you'd be waiting for her. You always did, and as you perked up at her presence in the room, she felt the tension inside of her grow more.

"My love," you greeted gently, but the excitement inside of you leaked out through how brightly your eyes shined at the sight of her.

Just looking at Izogie had the ability to make your mouth water. You were sure that it was a truly pathetic fact, but you couldn't help the way she had you wrapped around her finger.

Izogie did not waste much time as she greeted you with a soft peck on your lips before pressing two fingers to them and pushing for you to open your mouth for her. You obeyed and she sank her fingers deep into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat. As your eyes watered, you brought your hands up to grasp her forearm, seeking comfort just from holding any part of her.

"My gorgeous girl," she cooed, a cocky smile forming on her face as she admired the way you sucked on her fingers.

Izogie knew she had earned the right to be cocky. She was a fierce warrior, a beautiful one at that, and she had who she deemed the most beautiful woman in the world as her lover. She wasn't sure she could be higher than she was already.

"I missed you," she said softly, as she let her fingers swirl in your mouth before pulling them out and bending down to your level to smile in your face. "Did you miss me?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. Izogie had been gone for a week and you always had the fear that she may not come home to you. However, when she burst through the door ready to give you her all, the giddiness that filled you was uncontrollable.

"You know I did," you respond, scrunching your nose at her before pressing your forehead to her own. "I always miss you."

She pressed her lips to yours once more before pushing your shoulders down to the bed. Your mouth parted to protest. You wanted to serve Izogie this time. She'd been off nearly getting herself killed and she deserved to be praised for once.

"Izogie, allow me to-"

She shook her head and shot you a sharp look that let you know not to dispute her wish to please you.

"I want to taste you," she said sternly before pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder blades.

"But, you've been-"

"Did you hear me?" she questioned. "I want to taste you. Why do you disobey my requests?"

You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off again.

"Always what, my love?" she asked, looking to you for a reply.

"Always obey, Izogie," you breathed in response, her fingers gripping your waist.

"That is right," she responded, pleased and nodding her head with a confident smile.

She continued leaving her kisses all over you, the warmth of her mouth on your skin lighting you up inside and out. You wondered how she knew exactly how to please you without even undressing you. Izogie was perfect for you and to you and you couldn't begin to fathom how it was possible for her to treat you so well.

A soft breath escaped you as Izogie's hands squeezed your hips so hard that you'd probably be a little sore there later. She finally stopped her kisses as she made her way to your hip bones, pulling down the skirt that covered them. She slid the garment down your legs and past your ankles and you felt yourself shying as her eyes took you in. That all went away when she pushed your legs apart and you heard her inhale the scent of you, eyes making contact as she smirked at you from between your legs.

"You are perfection," she told you before pressing a kiss directly to your clit before moving her head back to look at you.

"Izogie, please do something," you requested, tiring of the way she just sat there staring at you without touching you.

"Am I not allowed to admire your beautiful cunt, hm?" she asked, quickly slipping her finger between your folds before letting it reappear and admiring the wetness that coated it.

You inhaled, already missing the feeling of her touch.

"For me?"

You nodded in response.

"Speak up, my love," she commanded of you before taking her finger in her mouth and allowing herself a taste of you, causing you to lose the words that had been forming in your mind.

Her eyes never left you as she savored the taste of you, awaiting your response.

"Always obey, dear," she reminded, finally taking her finger from her lips. "Is it for me?"

"Yes, Izogie. It is always for you."

She didn't respond, just pressed her mouth against your cunt for another taste of you, tongue coming out to lick around your clit before prodding against your hole. You shuddered and the hairs on your body stood up from the contact.

A quiet whimper came from you as she pushed her tongue in further before pulling it out again and she laughed lowly against you, the vibrations making your legs shake.

"Can I hear you?" she asked you, fingers pressing against your thighs. "Let me hear that pretty voice. I have been deprived of it all week."

You weren't about to let her tell you to obey again. You'd been down that road before and it always ended with you begging Izogie to release. The noise you let out, however, didn't have to be forced as Izogie pushed a slender finger all the way inside of you and curled it, finding the sensitive spot inside you immediately. She knew your body so well that she could tell exactly what actions made you scream for her.

"Mmm, you sound wonderful," she hummed in satisfaction before adding another finger.

Your hips writhed against her and she looked up at you in warning. Izogie didn't have to say a word. You knew exactly what her eyes were saying: Be still. Whether you would be able to obey was a different story.

As she brought her thumb to massage your clit, your hand flew to the back of her head almost involuntarily, trying to press further against her. She pulled away and glared before standing up and putting her arms behind her back. Her posture resembled that of when she was instructing trainees and you shuddered, understanding the fear that those in training had when stood that way.

"You tell me that you will always obey me, yet you do the opposite. Is my authority a joke to you, my love?"

You vigorously shook your head, already having an idea of how this was going.

"Igozie, I will, I promise that-"

She clicked her tongue and silently you immediately, eyebrow raising as she moved to lean against the wall.

"You will do as I say and I will consider relieving you if you obey," she told you, bringing her hands in front of her to stand more comfortably. "Touch yourself and I will tell you when to stop. Finish before I allow you and you will deeply regret it, my dear."

You stared at her blankly, breath catching in your throat and almost unable to move. Her eyes drifted directly to your core as she waited for you to process her words.

"Always obey Izogie," she told you, smirking and not allowing her eyes to look away as you slowly brought your hand down and did as she said.

With Izogie in charge, you were in for an incredibly long evening.

The first few seconds of this video are in my latest gushing/squirting compilation but it needed its own post. I mean look at all the fluid literally spraying from her vagina. More fluid leaks out as the doc pulls the baby. What a messy birth!

there are nawt enough stories and imagines reflecting how much I would let tenoch destroy my throat. just a ridiculously beautiful and charming man, but crumbs on here. crumbs!!!!! I hope for the second week of bp:wk out there are more

shameless

pairing: namor x (f)reader

word count: 548

warnings: eighteen+ content, m receiving oral, mentions and implications of past sexual encounters, deep throating on the beach basically, poetic af, no spoilers but let’s pretend that certain things didn’t happen and this makes sense, a bit of dirty talk, a touch of forbidden relationship, reader is from wakanda.

note: here’s a crumb from a whore who is also scouring every part of the internet for more content of this man!!!

The beach is quiet at night. The calm movements of the waves mingling with the hum of insects in the trees make for a peaceful symphony, that even the most lonesome hearted could feel serenity from.

It’s why you found yourself down here when you couldn’t sleep. Sand between your toes, your weight sinking into it like a welcome abyss. The sounds of the ocean, of nature, bringing a peace of mind to your ever racing thoughts on most nights.

You liked the alone time.

Liked to be left with only you and the water. As if it washed away every mental ailment that stung you that day, that week—month. A refreshing breath of air.

A ritual that morphed itself into something forbidden when he began showing up.

Your alone time turning into something shared with someone you should have turned your back to. Should have made your way back up the sand the first night he appeared out of the water.

Anger. Fear. Anything other than acceptance should have soiled your once peaceful time. Should have kept you from returning every night.

Not being the reason why you kept returning.

That anger and fear never showing up, when he always did.

You wondered if he waited for you. Every night. To see your silhouette darken the shore as he waited just below the surface.

Like a predator waiting for its prey.

You should hate him.

Hating him was easier than whatever these meetings turned into.

Going from something innocent, a way to not be alone, water and oil meeting and trying to learn to be one; to something you should feel ashamed over.

The quiet of the beach now tainted, soiled, with sounds of mouths pressed together, moans, skin on skin.

Just as the anger and fear never showed neither did the shame. You knew if you dug deep enough there might be hatred and guilt aimed at yourself—where it should be aimed at him.

Both unfair when you really thought about it. Unfair for you to feel hatred when its route cause felt so good.

Unfair for you to aim hatred at him when there had been no forcing, no convincing, no manipulation to get you like this. To start this. To continue it.

You had other things to hate him for. But this was not one of them.

Even after that first night when he had left your bottom covered in sand, thighs soaked from your arousal and his mouth; guilt and hatred were washed away with his tongue, like the waves he disappeared in.

That’s why it’s no surprise the only thing you feel right now as tiny stones in the sand dig into your knees, throat feeling raw, jaw aching, deep groans sounding from above you—is pleasure.

The peace of the night ruined by wet sputters.

“What would your queen say if she saw you like this?” Namor’s tone is rough and lust riddled. Hips snapping forward as his fingers dig into the back of your skull, as he keeps your mouth attached to his cock, as he uses your mouth, your tongue—your throat—as nothing more than something to conquer, claim. There’s a smirk on his lips when you look up at him, as drool runs down your chin. “Shameless. Perfect,” he grunts.

♤◇ Fuck Me 'Till The Suns Up ◇♤

Pairing: Lee Felix x Male!Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, sub!Felix, dom!Reader, swearing, unprotected sex, nipple play, breeding kink, Daddy kink, degrading, choking, probably more

English is not my first language; this is not proofread so beware grammar mistakes and spelling errors

Felix was a kind soul--gentle even. Everyone could see that, and everyone loved it. He was a sweetheart that everyone loved. He always made everyone around him smile and laugh easily without trying very hard. He also seemed to be a bit innocent, to be perfectly honest. Not too pure, but still a slight bit innocent. Of course, this wasn't true. It almost never is with the seemingly innocent ones.

Felix had a darker side to him--one that he could not show to the world or really anyone. And one could say that it was mostly caused by you.

See, you were a pretty big tease to Felix. You always did things to him that made his stomach feel like it was burning from the inside out. One of your most famous moves was grabbing his wrists and pinning them next to his head against the wall while pressing your body impossibly close to his and leaning your lips down so close to his lips, he could feel your breath against his mouth. He always had to stop himself from either arching his back or leaning forward to connect his lips to yours. The worst part about it? It always left him with a boner that he had to somehow hide until he was able to either slip away or get back to the dorm.

Other things you would do to him included placing your hand on or on the inside of his thigh, hug him from behind and seemingly press your pelvis extra close to his ass--almost tempting him to grind himself back against you, sit him on your lap and make him almost straddle your leg, randomly play with his hair and 'accidently' give it a little tug. All of these things always made him longing for more from you.

Of course, he wouldn't dare ask for your help. He didn't know if all these things really meant that you liked him, or you just liked flirting and teasing him. So, all he could do is wait till he got back to the dorm so he could get himself off properly instead of just a simple quick jerk off in a bathroom.

When he did get himself off, he always made sure to purposely leave the door open just the slightest bit and be just the tiniest bit loud for the small chance that you'd walk in. He even made sure to whimper and whine out your name so you'd maybe hear and know that he felt that way for you.

He always got off the same way, sticking a dildo on the ground with a silicone suction cup for him to ride while he biting his shirt to reveal his toned chest and playing with his nipples. His eyes would be closed as he thinks of some sort of dirty fantasy of you. Maybe it'd be of you fucking him until he was crying and his legs were so close to giving out from the overstimulation, or you'd make him get on his knees and fuck his face until he was light headed from the lack of air, or you'd tie him to the bed and gag and blindfold him while running a vibrator over his cock over and over for hours on end, or perhaps you'd put a cock ring on him and ride him until he was sobbing from the constant edging while you got to have as many orgasms you wanted. All these fantasies were one's that he'd give anything to come true. All he wanted was for you to do whatever you wanted to him, and he'd love every second of it.

Currently, you and the other members were in the studio, doing a VLive. Chan was sitting on the floor in front of the camera while the others were just moving around. You were talking with Felix, both of you walking towards where Bang Chan was. When you notice that both you and him were in perfect view, you turn towards Felix and pin him against the wall, causing him to gasp and look up at you with wide eyes. Chan notices what happens and turns his head around to look at the two of you.

Felix closes his eyes when you lean in, his breath growing heavy as he gulps. He can feel his cheeks heat up when he feels your leg push against his crotch, praying to himself that you don't feel him twitch in his jeans.

He knows the camera can see you two perfectly, so it's taking everything in him not to lean forward and press his lips against yours. But you're making it so difficult not to. He can feel your breath on his lips, and the grip you have on his wrists is strong in a way that only turns him on more. Why do you have to always do this in public? How do you not know how much it effects him?

You move your leg just the slightest bit, causing more pressure to be put on his clothed cock. It takes all his willpower not to grind onto your leg. It just feels so fucking good. It's pathetic how quickly he can get turned on from this--from you just pushing him against a wall, but you just did it in such a way that has him desperate for you.

Felix can't help the way his back arches just the slightest bit when you move your leg once again. There's no way you can't feel how turned on he is, you have to feel it. Right?

". . .Please. . ." The whisper was so quiet, you almost couldn't catch it. "Hyung, please. . ."

Felix almost doesn't care about the camera's anymore, too caught up in the moment to really pay attention to anything happening around him.

Just as he's about to lean in, you pull away from him completely. Felix has to stop himself from grabbing you and pulling you back. When he opens his eyes again, he sees that you're walking over to where Chan and a few more of the members sat. Realizing what he had just said, his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. There's nothing he can really do anymore besides walk over to where you sat now, pulling his hoodie down to cover up the obvious bulge in his jeans.

Throughout the rest of the live, Felix couldn't help but keep glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes. You seemed to be unaffected by the whole thing, but he couldn't know that yet. You were a very good actor, you could just be putting up a façade for the camera. He decided he's had enough. He needs to know how you feel.

So, at the end of the live and when you were all exiting the studio, he asked for you to follow him into his dressing room. That's where you were currently, standing in the middle of the dimly lit room while Felix stands in from of you, looking up into your eyes as his breathing continues to grow heavy and shaky.

"Why do you do those things to me?" You raise your eyebrow at him, seemingly oblivious. "Why do you tease me like you do, and act like nothing happened right after?"

You have to stop yourself smirking or chuckling at him. "You mean why I pin you against the wall?" Felix nods. You, continuing to act oblivious, shrug your shoulders. "It's fun."

Felix closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. "You seriously don't know?"

"Know what?"

You were starting to get on Felix's nerves. You had to've known. There's no way you didn't. "You don't know what you do to me?"

You shake your head, almost having to bite your lip to stop you from laughing at his frustrated face. "Elaborate for me."

He takes a breath before stepping forward, never breaking eye contact with you as he reaches down and grabs your hand and slowly brings it to his bulge, eyes fluttering shut as he presses himself against your hand. "Don't tell me you didn't feel it in the studio."

His breath hitches and he lets out a whine when he feels you grab harshly at his clothed cock. He opens his eyes to look back up at you. "And what is it you want me to do about it?"

Felix's breathing picks up, gulping hard before spilling out all the words he's wanted to say to for years. "I want you to bend me over something and fuck me until I'm crying and my legs are shaking. I want you to wreck me until I know nothing but your name. I want you to use me however you want. I want you to choke me until I'm about to pass out. Please, just fucking rail me already!"

You smirk down at him, moving your hand up to grip at the underside of his jaw, pulling his face closer to yours. "You really think I didn't know how you felt about me? I've heard your pathetic whines of my name as you ride your dildo. I've also heard it when you call me 'Daddy' when you have a dirty dream about me. I've heard the way you beg for me to breed you, for me to fill you to the brim with my cum. I've felt and seen the way you get hard from my teasing. I'm not oblivious. I know how much of a whore you are for me."

Felix let's out a quiet groan at your words, enjoying the effect they have on him. You let go of his jaw, lightly pushing him back. "If you want me to fuck you, get on your knees."

Felix let's out a loud sob as he feels your teeth sink into the skin of his nipple while you angle your hips to slam deeper inside his ass. His legs cross from where they rest behind your back as he desperately tries to hold you closer.

His nails dig into your shoulders as he throws his head back against the couch cushion. "F-Fuck- Daddy!"

You hum, enjoying the way his back arches from the vibrations. You pull away from him and pull out, cause Felix to whine. Before he can say anything though, you flip him over on the couch so he's laying on his stomach. You're quick to push back inside him and resume your brutal pace.

Felix grips desperately at the couch cushion, knuckles turning white from the intense grip. However, when he feels you wrap your hand around his throat and give a tight squeeze, he can't help but reach up and grip at your wrist instead.

The new angle you have on him causes you to hit his prostate with each thrust. That mixed with the feeling of the lack of air has his legs shaking from the intense amount of pleasure. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his eyes close as he starts to feel light headed.

The coil in his stomach slowly grows more and more, as does yours. "Dad-Daddy- fuck- cum! Gonna cum!"

This only causes your pace to speed up, chasing after the high both of you so desperately want to achieve. Your free hand reaches down to grip tightly at his waist, definitely leaving a bruise behind. Neither of you can bring yourself to care, however.

With a few more thrusts, Felix almost shrieks as he feels his high wash over him. He feels his cock spill onto both his stomach and the couch below him. It takes you a few more moments before the coil in your stomach finally snaps, causing you to still your hips and tighten your grip on his throat and waist. Felix groans loudly at the feeling of you spilling into his ass, enjoying being filled even more by you.

You collaps on top of Felix, and both of you stay like that for a few minutes. You're the first one to move, going to pull out so you can clean him up only to be stopped by him grabbing your waist. He turns his head to look behind at you. "Don't move. Please."

You raise your eyebrow at him. "You like being full, don't you?"

Felix blushes before nodding lightly. "I-I like it a lot." He gulps. "Feels really good."

You chuckle, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his temple. "Alright. I'll stay."

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