Positions

positions

cw: nsfw, gn.reader, some size kink

includes: homelander, butcher, frenchie, black noir, hughie, solider boy, MM

Homelander - likes when you’re on top. Don’t get it wrong he still has control but, he likes watching how you pant and struggle to take him all. Besides he gets a nice view of your chest while he bounces you on his cock. Absolutely bucks up into you to see how you squeal and grip his shoulders. He also likes it because he doesn’t have to do much work, he’s a supe and works hard ya know?

Black Noir - ass man. Loves doggy style the most. Grips the fat of your ass while he just plows into you. Smoothes his hand on your hips to bring you down on him over and over. Lives to see how you flutter and clench around him. Will push your face into the sheets and leave bruises on your ass.

Butcher - reverse cowgirl all the way. Another ass man who likes to watch you take his cock. You just look so good this way, and he likes how you lean forward to grab at his thighs. Smokes while he fucks you, puffing out while he spreads you open so he can watch how you take him. Makes comments on how slutty you are.

MM - missionary. The classic choice but he loves it. Props himself on his elbows so he can watch your face while he pounds into you. He likes to tuck his face into your neck, nipping it and making you squirm from his beard on your skin. Sometimes gets so into it he’ll lift up your legs onto his shoulders to reach deeper.

Soldier boy - mating press?!? Mating press all the way. Folds you up and stuffs you full, can go for hours. Ben just pushes your legs up and gives you deep strokes that make you starry-eyed and and breathless. He gets so deep you push his chest and he just mocks you from above. Thanks to the V he’s got endless stamina and besides, he hasn’t been able to pump someone full in decades so good luck.

Frenchie - y’all already know this man likes to be dommed. He’s down for absolutely anything and everything. Doesn’t matter if you’re holding his wrists while you fuck yourself with his cock or if you’re fucking him. He practically loves every positions, but he does enjoy 69 a lot.

Hughie - sweet sweet boy likes when he’s tucked behind you. Its so nice because your thighs are clenched together and it’s makes you tighter. The fucks lazy and soft and he just tucks your underwear to the side so he can slip in. You’re clawing at the mattress while he just does slow thrusts. He’ll kiss the back of your neck while he holds you.

Alone Time

Featuring: Hikaru Hitachiin. Kaoru Hitachiin. Takashi Morinozuka. Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka.

Rated X: Intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.

Contains: Male anatomy. Male masturbation. Ejaculation. Mentions of sexting. Mentions of pornography.

Author's Note: All characters are written to be older than 21 years of age.

| Part 1 |

He mostly has a habit of jerking off first thing in the morning.

Baby just can’t stand having morning wood :( 

He probably has bought a Fleshlight (or some other toy in that vein) and found out pretty quickly that he doesn’t like it too much. 

He only kept it because he thinks it’s a funny item to have. 

He lays on his back with his phone laying on his chest. 

He doesn’t have too much of a porn preference, but he does love to watch oral sex in any direction.

(Especially if there is cum in someone’s mouth)

He typically uses two hands, one to stroke and the other to play with his balls.

When he’s alone, he doesn’t last very long. He has to actively edge himself to last any amount of time.

This started because he just wanted to get it over with. But now, on his days off, he takes some extra time in bed to tease himself.

His cum is thin and watery, but it comes out in powerful spurts, usually landing on his chest.

When he cums, he lets out a few quiet grunts, maybe a whimper. But never any moans when he’s alone. 

If you’re lucky, you might get a picture or two from him.

He usually just finds free time, if he really feels like he needs it. 

But he doesn’t usually feel that way.

Most of the time, he’s focused on other things. Also, there’s rarely a time when you aren’t around to help him out. 

He doesn’t own any toys. Again, he’s just focused on other stuff and doesn’t think about it that much. 

He sits most of the way up, swiping through pictures of his partner.

No, really. He keeps every single picture you send him in a cute little folder on his phone. Password protected, of course.

He typically just uses one hand. He needs the other to be able to use his phone. 

He likes to go pretty quickly. No messing around for him.

Unless you’re on the other end of the phone, that is ;)

Just like his twin, his cum is very watery, but his dribbles onto his belly, rather than shooting anywhere on him. 

He also is virtually silent when he’s alone. There might be a sigh or two, but no real moaning.

He used jerking off as a passtime when he was single. 

Like, he would get bored, go in his room, and immediately start fooling around with himself. 

But then he really started enjoying it. 

So, even now that he has you around, he still has toys and such to experiment with. 

He doesn’t usually like porn, but occasionally, he likes femdom or femboy stuff.

He takes his time when he can. He uses two hands with very slow strokes. 

He also loves the feelings of his fingers lightly tracing over his skin and giving himself goosebumps everywhere.

His orgasms are powerful, usually leaving him shaking. 

He tries his best to stay quiet, but he always lets out at least a whimper or two. 

His cum is thick and white, but there’s only a couple of drops at a time. 

And you can always tell when he’s been playing with himself because he always comes and cuddles you right after.

It’s pretty rare that he really feels like he needs to jerk off. 

And even when he does, he doesn’t want you to know about it.

That’s why he typically does it in the shower. 

He doesn’t own any toys. To him, it makes him feel icky when he has someone as wonderful as you.

He doesn’t need them anyway.

Typically, he stands under the running water with one hand stroking himself. 

The other hand is playing with his sensitive nipples. 

His orgasms are pretty powerful. It’s usually difficult for him to stay quiet. 

But he must be pretty good at it, because you always seem none the wiser when he gets out of the bathroom.

His cum is thick, and there’s just about an average amount of it.

Not that anyone would ever know because it always washes down the drain with his shower.

Sebastian getting jealous of reader holding Ciel

Fem/reader/Jealous Sebastian/platonic mother-child relationship between Ciel and reader/

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You're not my wife?

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: Sirius comes home very drunk and accidently lets something slip while his girl looks after him

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, pure fluff, mentions of drinking, drunkness (both on Sirius' part), sex and being unwell, slight nudity and some suggestion but nothing explict, Sirius being the sweetest and cutest drunken puppy, very quickly proofread

A/n: 3k words, not requested, the idea just popped into my head and I needed to feel better after a really tough week and a bit x hope you enjoy! I''ll be writing requests again soon, I might make a post about it tomorrow x

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You were snuggled up in bed, entering the perfect land of slowly drifting off yet still in control of your fantasy. You were somewhat aware of your surroundings. You could feel the coziness of the blanket. the soft plush of the mattress below, the safety Sirius’ pillow brung as you cuddled it. Yet. You didn't register the front door closing with a small thump, nor your boyfriend whispering curses at it for doing so, as well as at the floorboards for creaking

Sirius was beyond drunk. It was James’ fault really…or perhaps it was Marlenes? Or maybe Dorcas and those little cocktails that just tasted too good to stop drinking. Whatever it was he was smashed, and he was certain you had never seen him this drunk, in fact he was sure he’d ever seen himself this drunk, and for the life of him he didn’t remember why he got this drunk. 

All his brain could focus on was he had to get to you, you were the most important thing in that moment 

“Shit and fuck” he hisses as his jeans belt loop catches in the handle of the bedroom door, causing him to be pulled back and wack the side of his head

After more than a few attempts the door released him from its crutches and his eyes fell upon you, beautiful, beautiful you. He staggered over to his side, stripping himself of his jacket, attempting to unbutton his shirt before just pulling it over his head. Once those were off he just stood there for a good minute, brain blanking on what he was supposed to be doing before he heard you hum

“Y/n” he mumbles, collapsing surprising gently to the floor and planting his chin into the soft covers “How’d I get so lucky” he says, admiring how the soft glow of the street lights brings out your features

He starts talking to himself, telling your unconscious self all of the ways he loves you even if it’s really coming out as incoherent babbles.

“Glow of your hair and the shine of your shine…sorry the shine of your skin and the softness of your eyes” he mixes them up but they’re said so lovingly you would probably understand if you heard 

“Your pretty…” he continues on and on, repeating himself and these slowly wake you, eyes fluttering open to see Sirius smiling away in his own little world

The next thing you register is the smell, alcohol and cigarettes, it clung to him, while one more prominent than the other you didn’t really mind, you were just glad he was home and safe and happy

“Hi” you greet, giggling as his eyes light up and his chin edges closer to you “Are you nude?” You wonder eyeing his bare back with fuzzy vision as it wouldn’t be this first time

He shakes his head but a cheeky grin appears “I can be” he winks, or at least tries to, as he ends up just blinking theatrically with his head tilted forward

“Flirt” you roll your eyes, digging your cheek further into the pillow to hide the effect even terrible flirting still had on you

“Your flirt though” he shifts closer, kissing your cheek softly

“You are” you admit turning back to face him, you had seen Sirius drunk many times but you had to admit he looked so dazey almost dizzy looking you were sure he was currently in the late stages of blacking out “You need to take off your jeans before getting in” you say, spotting to dark hue of blue now your eyes had adjusted 

He scrunches his face but does it. Not gracefully though as he lets his arse fall to the floor, causing you to move his pillow back up and crawl across. Peering over the bed you watch him with an amused smile, his body flat on the hardwood floor, wiggling out of his jeans

“All the way?” He asks like a child

You nod “All the way puppy” your use of the nickname causes him to work not only faster but wear the cutest little grin as he does it

Eventually he’s left in his boxers. You admire him, even as he struggles to work his way back up to his knees and kneel at the side of the bed again “Can I get in now?” he pleads, flashing his big puppy eyes

You would normally say yes, but his breath was pretty bad. Besides, he had told you once he hated waking up to the stale taste in his mouth, so made you promise if not inebriated yourself to make him clean his teeth

“You should brush your teeth” you give him a sad smile, heart aching at his pout “I can help you if you want”

His eyes grow wide, mood shifting and he nods quickly. You lift the covers, revealing you’re only in a slip. Sirius is enamoured by it. A giddy grin on his face when you accidentally flash him and he realises you have nothing underneath

Standing up you look down, holding out your hands for him. He takes them but lingers on the floor, a look on his face you know all too well

“One peek” you concede, holding your giggle as his head pokes between your legs for a few seconds

He soon pulls back, looking more than satisfied with himself as you help him stand up

“You’re so pretty” again his voice is dazed, but it doesn’t stop the smile on your face

What is it they say? Drunken words are sober thoughts? If that was true it meant everything Sirius did and said were true, only now it was amplified and had a dizzy puppy vibe

Guiding him into the bathroom he plops himself on the edge of the bath, something that could end badly but would be equally hilarious…knowing him he’d probably give up and ask for a pillow if he fell in

Grabbing his toothbrush you squeeze a little bit of paste onto it “Open wide” you instruct and in return he cheeses at you “Siri” 

“What?” He shrugs before opening his mouth properly, jaw slack so you could manoeuvre easy

You softly brush his teeth, not wanting to place too much pressure since you had only done this for him a few times before when he was really sick. 

Sirius watches you the entire time and in that moment you were like some kind of angel. Sure he was drunk, the bathroom light behind your bed was causing spots as he blinked and created a halo around your head, but still you were angelic…maybe more than that to him as his brain ran one very drunk cell who was convinced he was missing something 

“Spit” you ask and he turns his head away from you

Your eyebrows furrow before you realise, watching him spit it out in the bathtub. He then turns back looking proud of himself, a small bit of paste still clinging to the edge of his lips

You smile sweetly, taking the pad of your thumb and clearing it off. You can’t pull away though because Sirius’ darts forward to capture it and sucks on it

“Siri!” You squeal at pulling it out, you weren’t mad but you did hope he’d feel tired soon…and merlin did you hope he stayed human and didn’t run around as a dog like he did when he had a fever a few weeks ago

He laughs loudly at the face you made, before he begins to laugh at his own laughing resulting in a small fit. 

You quickly rinse the toothbrush and place it in the holder, then move to steady Sirius since you’re sure he’s gonna fall if he’s not careful, and knowing your luck he’ll fall forward onto the tiles rather than the bathtub behind him

His giggles die down. Taken a sudden interest in you and his eyes wander up your body. Drinking it in. He lingers on your thighs and then on two particular assets, to which you’re sure he’s thankful for your lack of bra and coldness of the bathroom. Eventually he reaches your face, eyes darting over it and his smile brightens

His smile drifts to a funny one “I’m sorry you have to look after me” he apologies with a slight chuckle, hands finding the outsides of your lower thighs and pushing upwards towards your hips, bringing the slip with it

You pinch the material around his hands outwards, letting it fall back down enough to cover you. Not that you cared about him seeing, it was more you were sure he would get distracted again

“You’d do the same for me” you assure him

He reponses by nuzzling his nose into your stomach “I’m gonna be so hungover” he mumbles, a small moment of clarity washing over him, although it wasn’t really true clarity as his brain still connects all the wrong dots as time and fantasy mixes up 

“I know. Don’t worry tomorrow…well actually later today, I’ll make you breakfast in bed and tease you rotten” you smile down at him

His head lifts and his eyes can meet yours “Thank you sweetheart” he smiles lazily before standing up shakily with your help

You move back a little, hands finding his shoulders while his slip down from your hips briefly only to grasp them again over your slip

“I'm glad you’re my wife” he says casually, a fond smile on his face while your eyes blow wide…and so does your heart

You just stare at him a moment, processing. Heart fluttering around at the title you always imagined having one day, yet were nowhere near prepared for how good it would sound from his lips. Nor how easily it slipped from them

“Siri love” you cup his cheeks 

“Yeah?” He says like a hum

“I’m not your wife” you inform him

Instantly you regret it

His happy expression drops, pouting and almost looks like he may cry “You’re not my wife?” his grip on your hips tighten, voice cracking

You shake your head and find yourself aching at how heartbroken he is over it. You know it’s the booze, you know he likely won’t remember this come morning but you still scold yourself for not playing along 

“You said no?” he asks and you look at him baffled

“To what?” you wonder, even if there’s a tiny voice screaming what it was in the back of your mind

He doesn’t answer, merely asks “You didn’t want to be my wife?” 

His tone is soft and so pure you could cry yourself, yet you still started to smile, heart thumping as you watched your boyfriend in mild awe

“You didn’t ask me to be your wife Siri”

“I didn’t?” 

If you could describe him in that moment you would have to say he looked like he was doing some complex mathematics because boy oh boy was he processing for almost a good few minutes

“You wanna marry me?” He finally says “I really...really want to marry you”

You find yourself itching to scream yes, but you also know he probably isn’t going to remember this nor are you 100% sure he’s…

“I have the ring and everything...” 

…serious

Your hands drop from his cheeks to his chest “What?!” You stare at him in complete shock

“...give me a minute I’ll go get it and get down on two knees...one knee...my arse?” he shrugs trying to walk away but you stop him

“Siri, y-you have a ring?” You ask confused and happy and sick all at once, eyes glazing as you listen to his answer and start to believe this is actually real

“Yeah in the…” he hiccups pointing out the bathroom door “…in the bottom drawer of my bedside table” realisation dawns on his face but not the kind you think “That’s why I got drunk! I remember now I was so nervous you wouldn’t like my proposal...and the...ughh...talk...umm” 

He freezes, clogs turning before he closes his eyes. You can almost see his memory reseting, like remembering the real reason made his drunken brain short circuit

“You really didn’t say yes to the picnic? At the same lake where had our first date?” he asks opening them, eyes now boring into you and you can no longer find it in yourself to deny him

“I did. I did say yes Siri” you nod, smiling brightly up at him

“You did?” you nod again “And the proposal…wait no... the speech! Was that okay? Prongs cried at it but Reg thought it was a little long and moony called me a sap…or was that Marlene…or Dorcas?” his eyes blow wide “It was shit wasn’t it? That’s why she gave me the little pink drinks cause it was terrible and you found it terrible...and him terrible and me...” he scrunches his face

“It was beautiful Siri” you pull his face up to look at yours, cutting his rabble off before you let them slip back down to his chest once more “Utter perfection. I was just pulling your leg earlier” you giggle trying to brighten him up while simultaneously trying not to squeal at the idea of there really being a ring in that drawer and him actually proposing

He sighs in relief, quickly wrapping his arms around you

“Thank merlin I’ve been worried for weeks” he tucks his head into the crook of your neck “You’re finally my wife for real. I'm not dreaming right?” he asks once more pulling back to look at you

“I am” you confirm "I'm so your wife...so...definitely your wife" you emphasise with all your heart and it makes his face light up brighter than the tree back at hogwarts

He grins, cupping your cheeks and squishing them ever so slightly “You’re my…” he hiccups again “…I’m your wife” he finishes

You giggle at his mistake but can't find it in yourself to correct him “You’re my wife…” you peck his lips “…and I’m your dashing husband” you go along with it

He pulls you in for another hug, almost bone crushing but you don’t care, your heart had never been fuller

“I love you so much” he presses a hard kiss to your temple, hand to the back of your head

“I love you too wifey” you tease gently, though in his state it’s literal, he’s now your wife and you’re now his husband, no take backsies “Now let’s get you to bed”

He nods into your neck, kissing it softly before allowing you to lead him through. Reaching the bed he sits on the edge while you push down the covers. He smiles at you and then your arse as you crawl over to your side, accidentally exposing it to him

You turn back and notice his stare “Enjoying yourself?” you ask, purposely lifting your arse up before yourself fall into your side

He nods shamelessly “Very much” he falls backwards, shifting around into the bed and letting you pull the covers up “You’re so good to me” 

You finish tucking him in and move forward so your chest touches his “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take good care of my hot wife?” you tap his nose

He chuckles so cutely at the gesture “I am the hottest wife” his words like a sigh as he pulls you into him, rolling you over onto your back so he can cuddle into you

His head settles on your chest

“That you are puppy” you wrap your arms around him, feeling his cheeks rise “And I’m the prettiest husband”

He looks up at you bobbing his head ever so slightly “You are the prettiest human in the whole world” he turn back to lay on your chest “And have the best boobs to sleep on”

You giggle as his head lifts up and his hand comes up to pat your boobs in order to get comfortable before he lays back down again. Arm slithering around your torso and within seconds he’s gone quiet

“Siri?” you lean forward "Siri?" you ask again then realise he's finally passed out, and is smiling like an idiot into your chest 

You gently rock him off and replace yourself with a pillow briefly. Briefly being the main word as you quickly slip out of bed and kneel down at his drawer. You take a deep breath before opening it, and sure thing there is a black velvet box tucked away in the back. 

You bite your lip, grasping bringing it into the light so you could see it clearer. Again you take a second before flicking it open with your thumbs, grinning so wide your nose scrunches up when you see the ring and your heart bounces around the room 

Come morning he wouldn’t remember much, only moments like you brushing his teeth and his head being between your legs, to which you would laugh at his brains priorities on the second.

You wouldn’t tell him that you already knew, nor that you had seen the ring and technically already agreed to be his wife…and, you guessed, husband as well. No. You would listen to the beautifully crafted speech by the lake, in your best outfit, from the man you loved and it would make you cry happy tears. And then he would ask that all important question. To which you, of course, would say yes

But for now you sat there, admiring the ring for a few a little while, before putting it back exactly where you found it and closing the drawer.

You were positively glowing as you made your way back into bed with Sirius once more. Replacing pillow with yourself and watching Sirius instantly cuddle back into you, humming as he does 

You hold him tightly and press a lingering kiss to his hair, then whisper

“Goodnight Siri. I love you and I can’t wait to officially be your future…” you giggle “…your future husband tomorrow”

Thank you for reading ♡

Victor

Pairing: Jon Snow x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could I possibly request a job snow spicy story with a female reader? I think he’s so handsome and I feel like he would be very loving 🥺’

Warnings: smut, swearing, character death (but it’s Ramsey lol)

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The Battle of the Bastards was won. The Bolton line was as good as finished. The bodies were burned and prayed over. All that was left was to celebrate.

The door to your room swung open as Jon strode in, slinging his sword to one side, his fur cape to the other as you stood, throwing yourself into his arms. “Jon...” you whispered.

“I know...” he replied, fingers already unlacing your dress.

“I thought I’d lost you...” you sighed, pulling his shirt over his head, rubbing your hands over his bruised chest.

“You have me. I’m right here, love,” he murmured back, sucking marks onto your neck as you shivered in his arms, your dress falling to the floor. Hoisting you up by your thighs, Jon carried you over to the bed, laying you down. “I need you,” he groaned, grinding his erection against your thighs, making your eyelids flutter. You whimpered softly, bucking your hips up to him, using your heels to try and shove his breeches down.

Jon groaned, lining himself up with you before thrusting, his long hair falling in his eyes. You moaned softly, before using all of your strength to flip him on his back, beginning to ride him slowly. He grunted, grasping onto your hips with a vice like grip, surely leaving bruises, bucking up into you, making you gasp. “Jon...” you cried out, arching your back as you ground your hips in a languid figure of eight.

Jon growled out, grabbing onto your waist and flipping you back over, holding your legs open, fucking his pent up stress away, finding solace between your legs, your sweet moans making him reel as he cupped his hands against your shoulder blades, nuzzling his face into your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipples. “YN... you’re amazing...” he grunted against your heart, his hips snapping. “Fuck... YN, come with me,” you nodded, scraping your nails down his back, arching your chest up to his mouth as you came with a cry, Jon following soon afterwards.

Panting, he pulled away, admiring the way his seed leaked out of you, tugging you into his arms. You groaned lowly, clinging to him, kissing him.

Throughout the night, you made love thrice more, your own cries drowning out the howls from the hounds and the screams of the last Bolton.

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𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: sebastian michaelis + grell + the undertaker

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, hints of sun and dom!reader, size kink, rough sex, light body worship, hair pulling {more warnings under the cut}

{genshin impact edition}

{one piece edition}

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!sebastian, size kink, rough sex

sebastian is obsessed with the idea of making you look and feel small. so when he’s on top of you, fucking your senseless, he likes to place his hands on either side of your head. to sebastian, it looks like he’s caging you in and giving you no escape. that thought alone drives him absolutely mad. if he’s being particularly rough with you however and he needs to hang on to you so you don’t go flying away from him, sebastian with grip your hips so tight that he’ll leave bruises behind on your waist.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: bottom!grell, hints of sub!grell, slight body worship

grell very much prefers to be below you. so if they had their choice their hands would be gripping the sheets as you fucked. if grell is feeling particularly touchy then they’ll have their hands roaming your chest, on your shoulders, or maybe on your hips. just like outside the bedroom grell can be unpredictable so it all really depends on how they’re feeling in the moment.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!undertaker, rough sex, hair pulling

if there’s one thing you can count on that’s feeling undertakers fingers grab chucks of your hair while he’s fucking you. one second he’ll be thrusting into you from behind the next thing you know he’s tugging your head back by the strands. he loves that surprised gasp of pain that you let out whenever he does it. undertaker’s not listening if you start whining about it because he knows deep down you’re addicted to the sharp stinging sensation.

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